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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 would never, in all his long
years of being alive, fail to surprise him how very much he loved his
children. All of them. Gohan, Bardock, Gogeta, Takashi, Bulla,
Goten, Vegita, and Kakarot. Eight that
carried on his genetics. Five that did
not. Trunks, Vahe (he was a snotty
little one that reminded Goku of Bardock) Mab (a very sweet little girl,) Ull
(one of the tiniest babies and Goku regretfully had to relinquish Ull to Goten
so the little boy could eat) and lastly, Oki.
Oki and Vahe always sat on his shoulders. Ull generally rested in the crook of his arm and Mab hung by heail ail from his elbow. They were all
murmuring little surprised purrs and trills when the dragon came, and even Vahe
(fierce little one that he was) didn’t move a muscle.
Goku
stood next to Vegeta, and watched him, wondered just what his mate would do if
the dragon finished his sentence with “I cannot do.” Because honestly, ‘Geta looked like he was going to blow a blood
vessel in his brain if he didn’t get the answer he wanted pretty damn
fast. This drawn out bullshit was just
so the Dragon could get his kicks.
“This
I,” the Dragon said, “Will do.”
Which
was good, because Goku would have been pretty annoyed at the prospect of having
to find a mostly uninhabited planet to take over. He wanted to see what their planet really looked like, the one
that was taken from them.
“We
have a home now?” Oki asked. Curled her
sticky fingers in his hair and leaned to whisper in his ear. “A real home?”
The
dragon mumbled off something about where the planet would be, told them to
remember their history, to remember the fate of those that overstepped their
bounds and sought to rule the universe.
As if. Goku mostly ignored him,
stayed and listened because he had to, but didn’t really hear anything.
When
the sky changed back to its normal color, the dragon balls flew off in their
own directions, he was left standing next to his mate, and his children were
crowding around. (All of them, and that
was a crowd.) Vegeta was still, he had
his arms crossed over his chest, head inclined, but he wasn’t moving, not even
to breath.
Goku
stepped up to him, closer, purred for him.
Heard Goten doing the same, purring, and the others, they all
joined. Even Bardock was trilling and
he smiled, looked at his father with that pride that was passed to him. After all these years, after all the shit
they’d survived, after everything that Vegeta had done in his life, he was
being given back his birthright, his home.
And when he looked up at them all, it was understood without the words
needing to be said, that he would not have wanted it if he couldn’t have kept
them all.
“Great!”
Goten said, “So, when are we leaving?”
~~~***
There
wasn’t a space ship made that could house one hundred and forty six
Saiyans. So they had to split up. Into four groups. Each group was left under the protection of a recognized ruler of
the Saiyans. Dad and Vegeta had taken
the ship with the males (those that were unmated and those that were
untrusted.) Bardock and Bulla had taken
the families. He and Trunks took all
the pregnant ones and the women that were not mated but had tons of kids. The littles, and Takashi were left to take
what remained.
Sadly,
Ilona was not with her mate. She was
sent with Goten’s ship (although his brother told him that if anything happened
to his mate he was personally going to rip Goten apart piece by bloody piece.) The division had also left him with Ull
since the little boy had not yet been fully weaned. (Although, more and more, Goten was certain he was just nursing
because he wanted the comfort.)
He
found himself sitting in the open room of the ship, with Ilona and the other
pregnant women. They were all giggling
and talking about what they would name their children, who their mates were
going to be and how nice it was not to be constrained by the laws of the bitch,
Tanna. With his two children he was
considered a novelty, because he had born two daughters early and he wasn’t
even ‘of age’ yet. (Whatever, ‘of age’
was. He figured that it must be
something similar to the earth laws of legal age.)
“They
say you cannot have had very good sex,” Ilona told him.
“What?”
Goten asked.
“You
have only two.” She pointed at his
daughters who were resting against che chest.
Getting much bigger and stronger now that they were nearly three months
old. “I am the leader, I have conceived
five children.”
“That’s
not fair,” Goten said, “I only had an hour.”
His parents had managed to keep Trunks away from Goten after the first
hour of the fertility cycle. And in
that single hour they had managed to make the two little onepan
pan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (Everyone knew that the number of children
you had was directly related to the number of times you orgasmed. Which made him wonder just how the hell these
women had conceived at all.)
This
caused a round a giggles. One of the
women stood up and showed off a set of finger-shaped bruises on her hip and the
new bite mark on her shoulder. (After
consing ing the effects of leaving so many horny Saiyans sitting around with no
mates, Goku had decided that he would play taxi back and forth for the ones
that either in their lust cycle or just plain horny. And the women on his ship (those that were pregnant) appreciated
this fact.)
“She
is right,” Ilona said, “You never have any marks on your skin. You cannot be having very good sex.”
“No
fair!” Goten said again, “I haven’t been getting any.” He sat up and pouted. “You baby-sit the kids for me and I’ll show
you some marks.”
“Oh?”
one of them said, “This is a bet?”
“Sure,
what do you want to bet?”
They
all came up with something they wanted out of this bet.yes"> Rose blood and hissed.
Panted but didn’t move.
Trunks
rested his head on the hard, slick shoulder, breathed only because he was
gulping in air to calm the burning in his lungs. Didn’t move but wanted to so badly he could feel his whole body
shaking. He wondered if Goten would
ever stop being so unbelievably tight and at the same time, didn’t want him
to. Felt the smaller body under him relax,
felt hands on his chest and he was pushed over onto his back.
Goten
sat on him, curled his legs at Trunks’ side and smiled at him. Started to move, slowly. Too slowly, and Trunks sat up, kissed him,
opened his mouth and bruised his lips.
Nipped at his tongue and his lips and wrapped his hands around Goten’s
waist, dug his fingers in and moved his mate.
Faster, felt his hands slipping from the heat and the sweat, moved his
hands to the firm ass and thrust into Goten.
Heard the bed squealing.
Felt
fingers dig into his skin, run down his back.
Goten pulled his mouth away so he could pant, grit his teeth and
purr. Trunks kissed the long neck,
sucked on it, left marks and then licked the juncture of neck and shoulder, saw
the mark he had put there, opened his mouth and pressed his teeth to it.
Goten’s
power rose, spiked, he rippled all around Trunks and whimpered. Stopped moving and purred and whimpered, and
Trunks sank his teeth into his mate as he flipped them back over. Gripped the slick skin anywhere he could,
felt the bruises he was leaving in his wake and pushed in, felt his own power
rising to meet Goten’s.
Let
the insanity overtake him as the pressure in his gut and groin got too
impossible to withstand. Heard a
strange little chuckle as his mate cried out for him.
~~~***
Hail,
Ilona thought, the returning victor.
For Goten returned pulled her shirt up to show off the multiple bruises
on her waist and hips, showed off the fresh bite on her neck, and swished her
tail in supreme self-satisfaction.
Stank like sex. Like good sex.
The
girls whined.
Ilona
shook her head at them, at the Princess—for that was what she was. “You are so unlike your oldest brother,” she
said, “Prince Bardock would never have made such a bargain.”
“Yeah,
well, Bardock’s a pain. Besides he
probably doesn’t do chores anyway.” She
picked up her adopted daughter and sat back where she had been.
Goten
chuckled. “He’s taking a shower.”
“Good,”
she said as she scooted off her mother’s lap and moved away, “Then he won’t
stink.” And she took off in search of
her father.
“You
are very good with children,” Ilona said, pressed a hand to her stomach and
thought fondly of the children she would bear in a few months time. She was half-way through a fairly mild lust
cycle. (Made mild, she was sure,
because she was always in the presence of young ones.)
“It’s
because I am one,” Goten said.
She
didn’t think that was what it was. But
she did not dispute it with her.
Watched as she picked up Ull, comforted the young boy, purred for him
and rocked him. Thought that she was
blessed to know this woman, blessed to be mated to her brother and to be
allowed to be close to her. Because
Goten was so naturally pure and strong that she was the example she (and all
females truly) wished to follow. They
found their strength in her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Had
to go back and change all the ‘he’ and ‘him’ s to ‘She’ and ‘hers’ in Ilona’s POV,
so if you see one, don’t be confused, I forgot that Ilona thinks of Goten as a
girl.
Goten: thank
the muses!
Trunks:
Thank you muses.
Muses *smoking and playing poker in a corner*: Anytime boys.
Vegeta: God,
could we please break all the angst around me and get back to the good old
fashion sex, please?
Gk: I
totally agree.
Takashi:
*sob, sob* I’m so far from my
mate! All that beautiful lust cycle
going to waste!
Bardock, Gohan, Vegita, & Kakarot: At least you have a damn mate you can have
sex with. Think of all of us that never
get any.
Jaygoose:
I
keep waiting for someone to be like: ‘You are so wrong’ about what I say about
the Saiyans, but thus far nobody has.
Luna:
How
did Takashi become so popular? He
started out so lame and un-interesting.
Aarika:
Sowwy. I have a hard time not posting on
Sunday. (especially since I always have
the chapter written and ready.) But I
have decided Sunday be the day off from posting.
Getarian:
No,
Bulla doesn’t like to be out of the loop.
Ever. In fact, the loop should
probably just revolve around her so she is always aware of it.
I
got all ‘Aww, that’s so cute!’ when I realized that Vegeta was king again. Made me all like ‘Finally, he deserves
it.’
I
was hoping everyone would pick up that Ilona was referring to Goten. I had to have someone in the story think
that he was a girl. He’s got babies,
he’s got boobs (for now) and he has every single feminine-perk in vast
quantities. (The sensing, the
language-learning, the pug, &g, & stuff like that.)
Mwhahaha! I want to put a cliffhanger ending on
everything now! Just so people can tell
me I’m evil. (Or not.)
Ginia:
Yep. More is coming (&cuming) Poor Goten, now that he’s a mommy he has to
deal with having less sex. *sigh*
Macha:
Gasp! A new reviewer! (Still shocked when I get new folks review my fics.) Yes, the plot emerged despite my desperate
attempts to squash it. (sigh) I do miss those frosting filled days.
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