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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.)
~~~***
It took nearly a month to find
the last Dragon ball. A month of
listening to her little baby brother whine about how it was unfair that he had
to come with her and Kakarot got to stay home with all the women because he was
the baby. Which was a technical truth
but wasn’t true nonetheless. Goten was
the baby of the family. And he was home
with the women—and he had undoubtedly learned the language which seemed to be
another side-effect of being female. A
whole month of Vegita’s whining had made her about as approachable as a
dragon. Not that the little brat really
cared.
In
fact, he was flying fast in front of her, spinning and mumbling about how he
was finally free!
Idiot.
They
reached the ‘settlement’ and were immediately greeted by unknown Saiyan. He looked at them, and demanded something in
his language.
“Tell
him we’re Vegeta’s kids,” she said to Vegita.
Her dad had told her he was going to train the Saiyans in her absence
and he was going to establish a border around their temporary home. This stranger was undoubtedly one of that
guard. She crossed her arms over her
chest, held the bag that contained the Dragon balls, and waited to be let
through.
“He’s
not buying it,” Vegita said, “How about you flash him that scar on your
shoulder and we tell him that you’re Bardock’s mate.”
She
rolled her eyes, pulled the shirt away from her neck and listened to Vegita
repeat himself in Saiyan. At this
knowledge, the guard bowed and sputtered what she assumed was apologies,
allowed them to pass, and pointed in the direction of her brother (and
mate.) Vegita thanked him and then
followed her down to where their father was standing and staring at a map of
the universe.
The
whole family was there, she could feel them somewhere. Especially her mother, because his ki was
always bright as sunshine and surrounded by four littler ones.
“Got
‘em,” she said, dropped the bag on top of the map and looked at her father as
he looked at her. “What do we do now?”
“You
need to go find Bulma. an>San>She’ll give you
a translator.” He lifted the bag up off
the table and set it down on the ground.
“You’re going to need to learn the language.”
She
snapped to the left when something ran into her leg, and when she looked down
she was met with the sight of a little girl digging her little fingers into
Bulla’s leg and trying to climb up her side.
Screaming something over and over that sounded like Papi.
Bulla
stared at her and wondered just what the hell had possessed this child—that was
until the kid was grabbed and tossed up into the air by Trunks. She cackled and giggled and shook as he held
her over his head and tickled her.
Then, when she started breathing heavy and whimpering, he lowered her
and ruffled her hair.
“Hey
Bulla,” he said, “Sorry about that, she keeps running away from her Mom, don’t
you Nalani?” He repeated what he said
again (in Saiyan) and tickled her. She
just sucked on her finger and nodded—smiled like an imp and looked so much like
Goten it was hard to believe she wasn’t his child. Trunks wrapped his hand around her tail and held her by it as he
looked at his father. “I think
everything’s almost ready. Mom says
we’re going to have to figure out where the hell this planet is going to be so
she can figure out how strong the receiver is going to need to be to keep the
communications open.”
“Hn.” That was his only response.
Trunks
let Nalani down, and pointed off somewhere toward the left of the
encampment. “Go find Mama,” he
said. Pushed her on her way and she
stayed long enough to stick out her lower lip before she took off running. “Hey,” he said to Bulla again, “Mom’s back
at the Capsule building. You’re going
to need a translator.”
Gone
for a month and everyone was speaking a different language.
~~~***
Ilona
was delegated the task of teaching the very smallest children how to dress
themselves properly. It had been a
month and some of them were still not getting it. Mostly because their parents were in a very similar
situation. There had never been real
clothing, and sometimes it was difficult to remember that they were not under
the rule of an oppressive bitch. Tanna
was her sister, but Ilona hated her with every fiber of her being. Hated the way her kind were treated and had
wished and prayed that the brightest light would be the end of Tanna.
Found
that she was not disappointed.
And
now she was mated to the son of the King.
Bardock was the Prince by law of the blood-letting, but his father was
King by the blood in his veins. Takashi
was the third Prince, after his older brother and his younger brother. Not that he cared. In fact, from what he had told her, he was rather pleased the
heavy weight of responsibility was never going to fall on his shoulders.
/p>
More
so than being mated to Takashi, she felt as if his parents had accepted
her. His mother, the Brightest Light,
had accepted her instantly, welcomed her into their family and chattered on and
on about how much ovedoved babies.
(This while he was carrying around the four without parents as if they
were light as feathers. Those four had
been nicknamed the ‘pack’ by Takashi.)
The King had been cool toward her for a long time, but Takashi insisted
that this was only because of what Nuala had done. Because the only other female they had encountered had tried to
worm her way between his parents and his father was exceptionally good at keep
a grudge for many years.
Not
that Nuala was a problem, considering she was claimed and mated. Pregnant.
Neutralized, and Ilona had the feeling that it that event was what broke
the King’s coldness toward her. Because
after this news was received, she was suddenly treated with a much warmer
welcome. He had even asked her to help
him by teaching the children all the ins and outs of dressing.
“Hey,”
this was Takashi’s little sister, who carried her children in a sling-type
device on her chest, “Vegeta’s going to call the dragon, I think we should get
all the little ones back to their mommies.
Its pretty intimidating.” She
spoke well for a person who had never heard the Saiyan language before a month
ago. It was startling to hear how
quickly she had picked up the language, because Ilona considered herself to be
pretty fertile and womanly and it had taken her a full six months to learn the
earth’s words. How feminine must this
one be to learn a whole language in a month?
~~~***
Being
in charge of everything was something Bardock was pretty damn used to. Being in charge of the survival of an entire
race was not something he was looking forward to. But he found that it was a lot easier than he thought it would
be. Goten had told him and Vegeta that
he would handle the females and make sure they were all mentally well enough to
face the men, and teach them that they were not walking wombs with no rights
and no ability to take care of themselves.
Neither
him nor his father was about to argue for the right to keep that task to
themse. That
was his month of past. Making sure
everything was done. Going through groups
of men one at a time until he was sure none of them had hidden agendas. Helping his father teach the rest of his
family the old laws of the Saiyans.
Those had e wre written down, people had to be appointed to tasks, and
there was a heap of political bullshit that he did not want to have to deal
with but was forced to deal with anyway.
But,
thank Kami, Bulla was back and she had found him after having been fitted with
a translator—a very small device that went in the ear and made life so much
easier. (Not that he needed one
anymore, because after having the thing stop working three times while he was
in the middle of a discussion with the potential leader of the troops, he found
that he was very fluent in Saiyan. (The
curse words anyway.) She just gave him
a bemused grin as he handled the three men and the woman that were appointed as
delegates of their corner of the encampment.
“Look
at you, Prince of all Saiyans.”
“You’re
a Princess,” he said. Dismissed the
four of them. Watched them go and as
soon as he was sure they were out of range, he turned to her and spoke in their
first language. “So, is he going to
call the dragon?”
“Says
he is. I think he was waiting for
Mom. So, do we have four new brothers
and sisters?”
“Two
of each. They’re called the pack.” He hugged her, let her rest her head on his
shoulder and was very happy that at least for two seconds he could be just
Bardock, the leader of the brood and not Bardock Prince of Saiyans. But that moment broke when Takashi showed
up.
“Dad’s
calling the dragon. He wants us to make
sure everyone is informed so nobody accidentally has a heart attack or
something.”
~~~***
Vegeta
swore that if this stupid ass dragon pulled a stunt like he did when Goku asked
for the lives of their sons back he goingoing to smash in the idiot’s
head. Because he was not in the mood to
listen to some stuck up reptile telling him that he didn’t deserve a
planet.
Goku
stood next to him (all four of their newly adopted children clinging to him
anxiously while he spoke to them softly and explained what was going to
happen.) “Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
They
arranged the Dragon balls together and summoned the dragon, stood still while
the sky went black and the huge ass serpent made his grand entrance with all
the uppity drama of a high-school jock.
Rolled his eyes when it said: “Name your wish.”
“I
want the Saiyan planet back.”
This,
apparently, dumbfounded the dragon.
Because it just stared. Floated
in the inky blackness and stared at him like he had never seen a bug quite so
interesting before. This, naturally,
did not please Vegeta. He had spent the
past month dealing with his long-lost race and trying to decide what planet they
would take over if this idiot dragon didn’t grant his wish.
He
was not in the mood to deal with this idiot.
Repeated his statement, in both languages, just so the idiot wouldn’t
get confused. Still, the dragon blinked
at him. And Vegeta had the strange
suspicion that the dragon wanted to ask ‘why’ but couldn’t because he was a big
idiot dragon and wasn’t supposed to ask questions.
Finally
the moron opened his mouth. “This I…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Hee. Cliffhanger.
Goten: I
thought there was going to be sex.
Trunks:
Well, she had to set it up.
Goten: I
want sex. I don’t want plot. Fix this problem now.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Jaygoose:
I
like the ficcie much better now that its going to settle down a little
bit. There for a couple of chapters
this wasn’t my favorite one.
Aarika:
Oh
no. You were sick? Are you better now. Hopefully.
Getarian:
Goodness. That was an extra special long review. (Loved it.)
Uh. I think I’ll leave Bulla & Bardock to
explain their decision about children.
(I could tell you, but I’m fairly certain it will come up in the fic.)
To
think, if Goku hadn’t had made his wish to the dragon to have children, Vegeta
never would have loved him and thus when Goku died he never would have gone
suicidal, Trunks never would have had to come back with a second vaccine and
Goku would have gone SSJ 3 years later.
So, without the brood, none of this would have been possible.
Now,
when I say ‘wrap up’ everyone should realize that I have to transport an entire
Saiyan race (of like 160) across the Universe to whatever planet they end up
on, set up lemons, have Takashi’s kids be born, and give these Saiyans some
kind of culture. So ‘wrap up’ probably
won’t happen in like a chapter or two.
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