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Epilogue:
“Echoes”
Caan>rd
WARNINGS
AND SALUTATIONS:
A.
No, DBZ isn’t mine. DBGT sure the hell ain’t mine.
B.
Yes, this is technically an AU. But all fanfiction is AU otherwise we would
all be sitting around reading different folks versions of the DBZ scripts.
C.
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny, overly
muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time, while
cursing. I also believe that Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it
to satisfy my own sick little mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS.
SLASH.
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Echo 1:
~2 Months Post King Vegeta’s Coronation~
Two
months to the day that Vegeta had struck his father dead and dazzled the elites
and the first class, the Third Class—both divisions—were sitting pretty on that
beautiful planet they had terrorized, doing not much of nothing but training
with one another and enjoying this ‘time off’ while the King got his shit
together and worked out just what he was going to do with the ONLY Class that
had helped him retake his throne. (All
those in the Elites or first were in hot fucking water, and it made her giggle
to know that they were all standing around complementing the King on everything
about himself, shivering in fear that he would get sick of them and kill them
all.) She knew that he wasn’t going
offend Bardock or Red by trying to ‘promote’ them, but he had given them some
sort of ‘extra’ authority. (Really, she
figured, that since the ‘leash’ that tied the palace the third class was
imaginary at best, he just finally told them that he would give them the
planets, they could purge them whatever way they wanted.)
Not
that any of that bullshit had that large of an impact on lif life, other than
the fact that Kakarot was gone. Stuck
to the King eternally, and stuck in the palace with him forever. (Not the sort of life she would have
imagined for Bardock’s youngest.) When
he did manage to scribble out a message to them it didn’t generally say much
other than ‘THIS IS BORING’ and “Hope the baby is okay.’ Politics—although it was hardly
surprising—did not interest Kakarot.
And he was forbidden goods.
Nobody was going to spar with the King’s mate. (Everyone called him the concubine. She promptly set to beating up everyone that did, except herself
and Radditz, because they were family and they could say whatever they fucking
wanted.)
But,
all of those snarky thoughts were interrupted by LABOR at FIVE MONTHS. Now, considering Saiyans lived largely on
impulse and instinct, Saima could have birthed the kid by herself, and gone on
with her day of doing nothing at all, but no child was supposed to be born
three months early. It just was not right.
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She
made it to Red’s tent and before she could even mumble out something about she
was in labor, how she didn’t understand why, and could someone please help her
because if the kid was going to be born early and die she was just going to die
with it because there was no way in hell she was going to have waited all ofr lir life to have a kid and then have it FUCKING DIE on her like that—before any
of that could be said, Red was at her side—five months pregnant and not in
labor—and she helped her to lay down—not on the cots, but on a couple of
blankets on the ground.
Then—like
fucking magic—that impish bastard that had gotten her pregnant in the first
place was there. With his brother. (Without their earrings.) “Damn woman,” is what he said to her,
“You’re just impatient to a fault aren’t you?”
“I’m
going to go get Radditz,” Vegeta said.
None
of this comforting. She grabbed Goten
by the shirt and yanked him down to where she could snarl at him. “What’s happening?!” she demanded.
He
uncurled her fingers from around his shirt, and then brushed the hair out of
her face. “You’re going to have your
baby now. Don’t worry. She’s very healthy.”
Oh. Well.
That made everything else just fine.
(Really, it did, she wasn’t being a bitch or anything.) And after an hour of the pre-show (oh, she
was never having another one) she finally managed to get the child out of her
body. Saw her baby—girl—GLOWING. Blonde hair, golden tail, blue eyes that
blinked, and so much power that it almost hurt to touch her.
“Oh,
fuck,” Saima said as she looked at her, “I can’t take care of her.” That sort of immense weight did not belong
on he shoulders. She wasn’t even
slightly capable of taking care of a Super Saiyan child. It just…wasn’t…possible.
Vegeta
smacked his brother on the back of the head.
“Show-off.”
“Yes
you can,” Goten said to her. Took their
child, and set her in the cradle of his crossed legs. Pulled out the two little silver earrings him and his brother had
worn. “I’m going to put these on her,”
he said, “And she’ll be like every other kid.”
“But…”
Saima said—felt very tired. Felt heavy
and depressed because there was no room for a born Super Saiyan child in this
world. Regardless of the King’s most
recent jaunt with the 3rd class and regardless of the fact that she
had stood by him and helped him defeat his father, he would not let her keep
this child. At best, he would take her
daughter and raise her himself and at worst, he would just kill her.
“Don’t
worry,” Goten said, “It won’t hurt her.”
~~5 months~~
Somehow,
tossing a fucking plastic ball at the ceiling just wasn’t as entertaining as
living in 3rd class camp. It
was a hard toss up (No pun there) between the two. Because when he served in 3rd class he was fighting
and pillaging and that was fun and interesting. This, however—look at the ball go up and come down and go up and
come down—was not fun or interesting.
He was—as everyone liked to call him—the king’s concubine. Always available for a fuck—and that was the
most interesting part of the day. But
he wasn’t involved in the political bullshit.
Didn’t care about the ‘state of the Empire’ or any of that shit. Had beat the crap out of the first person
that had complemented him on his ‘robes of office.’
That
incident had gotten him a smirk from the King of Saiyans, and Vegeta told him
not to disfigure or paralyze any of them.
Hadn’t even told him not to beat them up. (And Kakarot was starting to think that Vegeta didn’t give a damn
if he went around beating up the scum-sucking suck ups.)
Still,
other than the fact that he was now an Uncle (however unofficially, considering
Radditz wasn’t the baby’s biological father) to a pretty little baby named
Presta, and an older brother (that was a shock to the system) because his
mother had finally given into biology and given birth to Tuaardoardock’s third
son.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Krt: Look at
that! Lemonless CHAPTER!
Vegeta:
Hn. Why can’t I ever stay on
top?
Krt: You’re
spoiled?
Vegeta:
*pouts * s"> But…but…I want to be on
top! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Krt:
Oi.
Vegeta:
*whimper * *sniffle*
Krt: Are you
finished now?
Vegeta:
Maybe.
Hn. Feel bad for
not responding to reviews. *kicks
herself * I’ll try to get the time to
do that. I might not, so please don’t
be toooooo angry with me. *puppy dog
eyes * I’ve been neglecting Group
Therapy and Meaning of Pride (seriously nctincting them as I work on MLS…oi. Damn story.)
So long folks!~
*wink *
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