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Frosting Chronicles	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6894 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Frosting Chronicles
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 16
- 17
- 18
Frosting Chronicles

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Sex. Humor. Mpreg. Purring.
School bashing.

Set in the: More of Us universe. Wherein Goku wished
to make more Saiyans and accidentally changed himself into part woman.

I don�t own anything (except Bardock, Takashi,
Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla & Goten�s uterus.)

~~~***

Goten�s
bed was covered in toddlers. Everyone
under two was left with him. Of the
sixty children he had felt there were twenty some of them that were with him. Tiny little babies. A lot of them little girls, one or two rough
looking boys that were stubbornly refusing to be soothed. And he thought that purring had worked well
on his mate, he had never put it to this test.
Twenty little ones were sleeping on his bed, snoring away as he purred,
and radiated the very limit of his power (before he went Super Saiyan.) Fed one of his daughters and one of the
youngest of the babies that Takashi and Nuala had brought up to him.

The
others, the ones that were old enough to talk were with Nuala herself, and Takashi
and the littles. He could hear them,
chattering and whimpering, and wanted to be able to comfort them too. Knew that at least some of them were
probably going to break away from the pack and find their way in here, because
he was the only thing in this house that smelled like mother. That purred like one.

Found
that to be extremely gratifying.
Watched all of them sleep.
Counted them over and over as he felt the clash of two blackened kis and
three bright white ones against a horde of huge but insignificant ones. Thought of the women that were still locked
in the ship. The ones that he could
feel were still unharmed, unhurt and untouched and others that had been used
like Nuala and would never know what it was like to have a world without horror.

Felt
that he was growing angrier, but was trapped.
His instincts clashed within him, the desire to claim revenge for this,
and the need to stay and calm. To be
the woman when there was nobody else to do it.
Knew that he wouldn�t leave the children, knew that he had always wanted
kids, for as long as he remembered.
Wanted a round belly and forty babies.

Here
they were.

His
door opened, little tear stained faces started to come in, Takashi was behind
them, showing them the way into the room until was impossible to move in his
room there were so many of them.
�Sorry,� Takashi said, �They kept coming back up here. Nuala can�t get them to say anything.�

�Could
you bring them blankets?� he asked, �So they can sleep?� Watched the little ones still crying as they
curled up with each other, laid down on his floor and sobbed into one another,
watched them relax as he purred, and knew that this was all the life they had
ever known. All they could have expected
under the bitch�s rule. Took insane happiness
that it had been his request to Bardock that ended that woman�s life.

�Right,�
Takashi said. �Blankets.� Turned.

Goten
stopped him. �Trill,� he said, �For
them. I don�t think they�ve ever been
allowed arouneir eir parents.� That was
what his father had done for him, for as long as Goten could remember. Purr for him when he needed him. And Vegeta, the same. Trill for them when they were little. Tell them without a word that he would
protect them all because they were his children.

Felt
pride that Vegeta and his father were such great parents.

~~~~~~****

In
all, there were fifty or so of the hulking bastard guards. An impressive number, Goku figured, if not
for the fact that Vegeta and Bardock had already killed fourteen of them, incinerated
their bones to dust and stood laughing as the rest moved in to take the place
of the dying. Goku did not fight that
way. Would not fight that way. So he fought the small warriors, the ones
that could be changed to their side, the ones in training. Fought all of them at the same time the way
he had trained his children. Encouraged
them and talked to them. Knew they
didn�t understand him at all.

But
he didn�t kill them. Neither did Trunks
as he worked by his side. Or Gohan, who
was somewhere between them, fighting a mix of the huge ones and the younger
ones.

Knew
that soon he would end this whole battle by bringing them down to their
knees. Reveal to them what they had
traveled all this distance to see, because that is what Vegeta asked of
him. Promised that none would die that
did not have to for everyone to be safe.
Goku remembered those children, the endless line of them, scared and
crying, blinking in the daylight like they had never seen it. Dirty and hungry and he wanted to crush
everyone single person involved in that abuse.
But didn�t.

Waited.

Kept
fighting the young warriors until they started to realize that seven of them
couldn�t even wind one of him, and then they bowed to him. Stepped off the field. Did the same to Trunks, pledged their oaths
to him in their own language, called him their Prince, and then retreated to
the side of the field that Vegeta had promised they would be safe on.

This
was how they fought. This is how they
won the fight against Tanna�s cruelty.
By defeating everyone that came against them, by not murdering.

Except
the large ones. They fell like flies
before the Princes, Vegeta and Bardock.
Fell and burned away in a scream.
All of them. One at a time until
the whole field stank of their burned flesh and there was nothing left by the
young and the small warriors. Then
there was absolute silence.

Stillness.

�Show
them,� Vegeta said to him, turned to look at Trunks and Gohan: �Go get the rest
of the innocents out of that ship.�

Goku
curled his hands into tight fists.
Thought of his son crying, thought of him begging for the lives of his
daughters, thought of that pain, and of the children, thought of
Gogeta�remembered his poor son�s scream that had brought him out of bed those four
mornings ago, remembered what it had felt like to see his lost son screaming
for his mother endlessly, remembered what they had done to Gogeta.

Screamed
in outrage, felt his body change, felt his hair expand, felt the power break,
burst, crush in the ground around him, and drag dirt up into a cyclone, opened
his blue eyes, stared. And not a face
looked at him. They bowed. Shivered.

Young. Abused.
That was what the race of Saiyans had become. He felt anger in that.
Wanted to show them that they never needed to give into a dictator
again. Hated Tanna like he had never
hated Freiza. Wanted her blood on his
hands like Bardock.

Breathed.

Heard
them all whispering the same thing.

Vegeta
spoke. Told them that this was the
Brightest Light. thi this power
belonged to the Prince. And that should
they follow him that power would protect them all.

~~~***

It
was like something between a zoo and a prison.
Sheets of glass boxed the women in.
Young ones that were just beginning their times of fertility, pregnant
ones, and older women who gnashed their teeth and screamed and spoke in their
own language, defiantly.

The
floors of the cells were filthy. The
walls were covered with stains of blood that shaped drawings and told the story
of their abuse that was not made evident by the scars they bore. Trunks thought he would puke everywhere from
it. Watched Gohan stare the same
endless stare.

Counted
them. Thirty. Like Goten had told him.

�Use
ki,� Trunks said, �To break the glass.�
Pointed at the left side of the aisle, turned to his own side, raised
his hands, concentrated on anger, pushed it out, felt the glass bend, spark
electricity and then shatter. The girls
(those young ones) screamed and cowered, and he stepped through the hole he had
made. �Which
is why we are going to make sure there is nothing of importance inside.� Lastly, he looked at Goku. �Stay here.�

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

TOOOOOO
MUCH IS HAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEENnnnnnnnnnnnning.

Gk:
Wow. That was a barrage.

Goten:
Yeah! I was in the chapter!

Trunks:
Remember when this story was about sex frosfrosting?

Goten: I
remember those days� They were happy
days.

Jaygoose:

Yep. Bardock is the Prince (and the rightful
ruler since he did that whole blood-letting thing.)

Getarian:

See,
I knew that it was probably best to put that warning there. I know when I write original stuff I always
warn my friends about violence before they read it.

Yeah,
everyone seems pretty darn confident that they�re going to win. And a lot had been said out our little �Geta
and what he�s told everyone but we haven�t heard from him in a while�

Luna:

Yes. Tons of children.
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