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Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,355
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ or any of the characters herein (‘cept maybe the ones I made up, I’m not sure there).
Author\'s Note: There\'s not much lemon in this chapter, but I\'m building up to it. A bit slowly, but it\'ll be there soon enough.
TRAINING TO BE THE BEST
CHAPTER ONE:
Artificial Human Number 24 was a bit confused by this new turn of events
“You show up….HERE…..where no one’s supposed to know I live…..and you ask me to TRAIN YOU?” he asked the shivering girl incredulously. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with the green fingers of his left arm and sighed. ‘Dende’s doing this on purpose; I KNOW he is.’
Despite his earlier sarcasm, 24 wasn’t about to let the young woman die; he wrapped her in what blankets he could find, and made her some hot chocolate. Of course, this put him out in terms of creature comforts….His green and black fist clenched, but he ignored it; sometimes the blasted thing had a mind of its own….which wasn’t that surprising when you consider where it came from. As he watched her, he used the scans built into his brain and eyes to monitor her condition: Using the scans had their own little problems, though – he’d get disoriented later, and probably vomit from the nausea the red/blue vision gave him. That was the problem with being a cyborg – too much human brain tissue left over, and eyes are supposed to see in more than one color…
Shaking off that line of thought, he regarded Pan as though she were some kind of alien creature…..never minding the fthatthat she actually was part alien. He couldn’t seem to find the right words, as he ran her request through his head again and again.
Finally, he made hisice.ice.
“…….No,” he answered her, honestly and somewhat harshly. ‘Like I have the time or money to keep her going in food?’ he asked himself, a slight shiver running down his spinal column and circuitry at the thought of the massive amounts of food her family consumes in a single day.
“WHAT?! Why not?!” she demanded, stomping one foot on the floor, the beginnings of a tantrum. ‘You’d think she’d have grown out of that,’ he mentally sighed, as he rubbed his burning eyes with the cool fingers of his insectilely-armored arm.
“Well, for one, I cannot afford to keep you in food; two, I prefer my solitude; and three……don’t even think about that,” he warned her, seeing her eyes get big and watery. “Those diabolical tricks won’t work on me.”
In a huff, Pan dropped the ‘giant sad puppy eyes,’ and tried another tack. “Aw, please? It’s got to be boring up here, since you’re all alone….and don’t you think I’m attractive?” she tried to wink seductively at him, and he snorted.
“Now THAT was useless….You forget, I’m a cyborg, and unlike the others of ‘my kind,’ I do not need to have sex. I only tolerate you most of the time because I blame your family for the way you act.” 24 said as he sat down on a chair he had dragged out of the small closet in his bedroom. He found it oddly amusing, the way her face went red and scrunched up at the insult.
“HEY! TAKE THAT BACK, YOU BAKA!!” she screamed at him, loud enough to send him sprawling flat on his back, chair and all.
He looked up at her from the floor and shot her a glare. “And now you’ve given me a fourth reason not to teach you,” he said simply as he got back up and righted his chair. Pan immediately adopted the facial expression of regret, and bowed her head in apology.
“I’m sorry…” she said quietly, sniffling.
“Ooh NO! Don’t try that on me either, or with Bob as my witness, I’ll leave you here to freeze!”
“Grrrrrr……”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the third time that day, Zangya ended up flat on her black gi-clad back. The alien female shot Piccolo a foul look as he smirked at her from where he was floating, still wearing his tn ann and cape.
“You know you only won that time because you did that…thing,” she protested, propping herself up on her elbows and sighing.
“Just keep telling yourself that,” the Namek grinned slightly, one fang visible as his lips pulled back from his teeth. With a frustrated sigh, she fell back to the ground and lay there, looking up at the sky while trying to ignore Piccolo as best she could.
“Damn it all,” she cursed silently as she closed her eyes, her elfin ears twitching slightly. ‘He must’ve been training hard in secret to get the advantage over me,’ she thought to herself.
came his voice inside her head. Her eyes widened in shocked disbelief, then she let out another curse and threw a ki ball at him, which caught him by surprise and sent him smashing to the ground.
“YOU LOUSY—WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT YOU DOING THAT?!” she screamed at the large Namek as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, rubbing of of the dirt off of his arms and gi. He responded by smirking again in her direction. “…..You do these things to personally annoy me, don’t you?” she cocked an eyebrow at him as he stood back up.
“Yes…..and to answer your next question, I enjoy it immensely,” the former Kami-sama laughed quietly as he finished brushing himself off. The blue-green skinned woman just clenched her fists and fumed at him. “You know, you’re always good for a laugh, you hag.”
“Oh, so says the dickless wonder,” Zangya snickered at him, pointing out the one major deficiency of all Nameks……yet, Piccolo’s smirk grew larger.
“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” he countered, a statement that made her blink in confusion before giving him a blank stare.
“What-what do you mean….it’s common knowledge that Nameks are asexual….” She said dazedly as she moved back from him, the strange smirk and the glint in his eye beginning to unnerve her…
“Are they? Well, I’m pretty sure I’M not,” he laughed as she fell back on the ground.
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked him, giving him a questioning look. The look he gave her back was all the answer she needed. “……Damn.”
“Now get off your ass, you…..” he trailed off, unable to think of a word he hadn’t used before. “And to make our spar more interesting…..if YOU lose, you have to do EVERYTHING I say, got it?” If looks could kill, then Zangya’s glare would’ve reduced Piccolo to ashes.
“Fine, you pixie! I’ll win this one, and make you wear a cute little maid’s outfit for a year!” she retorted. Piccolo just smirked again.
“That’s IF you beat me…..” he left it at that, the tension getting rather thick and hanging in the air. The petite female jusaredared again, and floated up into the sky, arms crossed over her chest.
“Let’s get this over with, huh? I want to see what you’d look like as a French maid,” she snickered as Piccolo floated up to face her. Without another word, the battle began.
~~~~~~~~~~
24 could feel his resistance wearing down.
Slowly but surely, Son Pan was battering down his walls of reason and logic with….puppy dog eyes and pathetic sniffles.
The worst part of it was - he was actually ENJOYING this.
He also liked the way her body was curved in all the right places, yet was still fairly muscled for someone her age. She certainly wasn’t as well-defined as the male saiyajins, but she could definitely hold her own in a fight.
And it was very true that he was getting bored up here. Not bored enough that he would entertain the thought of sleeping (amongst other things) with Pan, he still needed something to pass the time besides trying to freeze himself to death slowly.
“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?” she begged him, standing right in front of him with her large eyes and her gloved hands clasped together. Idly, the Jinzoningen wondered if she did this to her parents in order to get what she wanted.
“Tch, fine; I’ll train you…” he started, before she interrupted him with a few whoops, and pumping her fist over her head. He fixed her with a glare icier than the mountain outside. “You didn’t let me finish….” His left eye twitched uncontrollably as Pan nervously backed off and sat back down on the couch.
“S-sorry, sensei,” she whispered.
“I’ll train you…..but in NO WAY is it going to be easy; I’m not going to be soft with you for ANY reason…..unless you somehow end up with child,” he added, a small grin appearing on his face at Pan’s deep blush. “Now, you’re getting some rest, and when I feel like it, I’m going to train you to your heart’s content….or dismay. Whichever comes first.”
As he walked into his bedroom and tossed his clothes out the doorway, Pan gulped nervously, and thought ‘What was I thinking?’
~~~~~~~~~~~
Zangya was getting tired from the effort she was putting into beating Piccolo; she had used too many ki bolts in futile attempts to hit him. Finally, the end came when he smashed his two interlocked fists into the base of her neck when he appeared behind her before she could react.
She struck the ground with a resounding BOOM and lay in the crater she had made, fuming as she waited for the smug Namek. When she heard him walk up, she sighed and looked up at him out of the corner of her eyes.
“So what is it you want me to do?” she asked, all traces of sarcasm gone from her voice.
TBC………………………..
A/N: What can I say, but wait and see. And it will probably surprise you. Hope I get some reviews soon, too. That way I’ll know if I’m doing this thing right.
Author\'s Note: There\'s not much lemon in this chapter, but I\'m building up to it. A bit slowly, but it\'ll be there soon enough.
TRAINING TO BE THE BEST
CHAPTER ONE:
Artificial Human Number 24 was a bit confused by this new turn of events
“You show up….HERE…..where no one’s supposed to know I live…..and you ask me to TRAIN YOU?” he asked the shivering girl incredulously. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with the green fingers of his left arm and sighed. ‘Dende’s doing this on purpose; I KNOW he is.’
Despite his earlier sarcasm, 24 wasn’t about to let the young woman die; he wrapped her in what blankets he could find, and made her some hot chocolate. Of course, this put him out in terms of creature comforts….His green and black fist clenched, but he ignored it; sometimes the blasted thing had a mind of its own….which wasn’t that surprising when you consider where it came from. As he watched her, he used the scans built into his brain and eyes to monitor her condition: Using the scans had their own little problems, though – he’d get disoriented later, and probably vomit from the nausea the red/blue vision gave him. That was the problem with being a cyborg – too much human brain tissue left over, and eyes are supposed to see in more than one color…
Shaking off that line of thought, he regarded Pan as though she were some kind of alien creature…..never minding the fthatthat she actually was part alien. He couldn’t seem to find the right words, as he ran her request through his head again and again.
Finally, he made hisice.ice.
“…….No,” he answered her, honestly and somewhat harshly. ‘Like I have the time or money to keep her going in food?’ he asked himself, a slight shiver running down his spinal column and circuitry at the thought of the massive amounts of food her family consumes in a single day.
“WHAT?! Why not?!” she demanded, stomping one foot on the floor, the beginnings of a tantrum. ‘You’d think she’d have grown out of that,’ he mentally sighed, as he rubbed his burning eyes with the cool fingers of his insectilely-armored arm.
“Well, for one, I cannot afford to keep you in food; two, I prefer my solitude; and three……don’t even think about that,” he warned her, seeing her eyes get big and watery. “Those diabolical tricks won’t work on me.”
In a huff, Pan dropped the ‘giant sad puppy eyes,’ and tried another tack. “Aw, please? It’s got to be boring up here, since you’re all alone….and don’t you think I’m attractive?” she tried to wink seductively at him, and he snorted.
“Now THAT was useless….You forget, I’m a cyborg, and unlike the others of ‘my kind,’ I do not need to have sex. I only tolerate you most of the time because I blame your family for the way you act.” 24 said as he sat down on a chair he had dragged out of the small closet in his bedroom. He found it oddly amusing, the way her face went red and scrunched up at the insult.
“HEY! TAKE THAT BACK, YOU BAKA!!” she screamed at him, loud enough to send him sprawling flat on his back, chair and all.
He looked up at her from the floor and shot her a glare. “And now you’ve given me a fourth reason not to teach you,” he said simply as he got back up and righted his chair. Pan immediately adopted the facial expression of regret, and bowed her head in apology.
“I’m sorry…” she said quietly, sniffling.
“Ooh NO! Don’t try that on me either, or with Bob as my witness, I’ll leave you here to freeze!”
“Grrrrrr……”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the third time that day, Zangya ended up flat on her black gi-clad back. The alien female shot Piccolo a foul look as he smirked at her from where he was floating, still wearing his tn ann and cape.
“You know you only won that time because you did that…thing,” she protested, propping herself up on her elbows and sighing.
“Just keep telling yourself that,” the Namek grinned slightly, one fang visible as his lips pulled back from his teeth. With a frustrated sigh, she fell back to the ground and lay there, looking up at the sky while trying to ignore Piccolo as best she could.
“Damn it all,” she cursed silently as she closed her eyes, her elfin ears twitching slightly. ‘He must’ve been training hard in secret to get the advantage over me,’ she thought to herself.
“YOU LOUSY—WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT YOU DOING THAT?!” she screamed at the large Namek as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, rubbing of of the dirt off of his arms and gi. He responded by smirking again in her direction. “…..You do these things to personally annoy me, don’t you?” she cocked an eyebrow at him as he stood back up.
“Yes…..and to answer your next question, I enjoy it immensely,” the former Kami-sama laughed quietly as he finished brushing himself off. The blue-green skinned woman just clenched her fists and fumed at him. “You know, you’re always good for a laugh, you hag.”
“Oh, so says the dickless wonder,” Zangya snickered at him, pointing out the one major deficiency of all Nameks……yet, Piccolo’s smirk grew larger.
“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” he countered, a statement that made her blink in confusion before giving him a blank stare.
“What-what do you mean….it’s common knowledge that Nameks are asexual….” She said dazedly as she moved back from him, the strange smirk and the glint in his eye beginning to unnerve her…
“Are they? Well, I’m pretty sure I’M not,” he laughed as she fell back on the ground.
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked him, giving him a questioning look. The look he gave her back was all the answer she needed. “……Damn.”
“Now get off your ass, you…..” he trailed off, unable to think of a word he hadn’t used before. “And to make our spar more interesting…..if YOU lose, you have to do EVERYTHING I say, got it?” If looks could kill, then Zangya’s glare would’ve reduced Piccolo to ashes.
“Fine, you pixie! I’ll win this one, and make you wear a cute little maid’s outfit for a year!” she retorted. Piccolo just smirked again.
“That’s IF you beat me…..” he left it at that, the tension getting rather thick and hanging in the air. The petite female jusaredared again, and floated up into the sky, arms crossed over her chest.
“Let’s get this over with, huh? I want to see what you’d look like as a French maid,” she snickered as Piccolo floated up to face her. Without another word, the battle began.
~~~~~~~~~~
24 could feel his resistance wearing down.
Slowly but surely, Son Pan was battering down his walls of reason and logic with….puppy dog eyes and pathetic sniffles.
The worst part of it was - he was actually ENJOYING this.
He also liked the way her body was curved in all the right places, yet was still fairly muscled for someone her age. She certainly wasn’t as well-defined as the male saiyajins, but she could definitely hold her own in a fight.
And it was very true that he was getting bored up here. Not bored enough that he would entertain the thought of sleeping (amongst other things) with Pan, he still needed something to pass the time besides trying to freeze himself to death slowly.
“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?” she begged him, standing right in front of him with her large eyes and her gloved hands clasped together. Idly, the Jinzoningen wondered if she did this to her parents in order to get what she wanted.
“Tch, fine; I’ll train you…” he started, before she interrupted him with a few whoops, and pumping her fist over her head. He fixed her with a glare icier than the mountain outside. “You didn’t let me finish….” His left eye twitched uncontrollably as Pan nervously backed off and sat back down on the couch.
“S-sorry, sensei,” she whispered.
“I’ll train you…..but in NO WAY is it going to be easy; I’m not going to be soft with you for ANY reason…..unless you somehow end up with child,” he added, a small grin appearing on his face at Pan’s deep blush. “Now, you’re getting some rest, and when I feel like it, I’m going to train you to your heart’s content….or dismay. Whichever comes first.”
As he walked into his bedroom and tossed his clothes out the doorway, Pan gulped nervously, and thought ‘What was I thinking?’
~~~~~~~~~~~
Zangya was getting tired from the effort she was putting into beating Piccolo; she had used too many ki bolts in futile attempts to hit him. Finally, the end came when he smashed his two interlocked fists into the base of her neck when he appeared behind her before she could react.
She struck the ground with a resounding BOOM and lay in the crater she had made, fuming as she waited for the smug Namek. When she heard him walk up, she sighed and looked up at him out of the corner of her eyes.
“So what is it you want me to do?” she asked, all traces of sarcasm gone from her voice.
TBC………………………..
A/N: What can I say, but wait and see. And it will probably surprise you. Hope I get some reviews soon, too. That way I’ll know if I’m doing this thing right.