Even More Of Us
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Even More Of Us
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Sequel
to “More of Us.”
Card
Notes:yes\"> Slash. M/M.
*Gratuitous usage of purring. *
Mpreg. AU; naturally.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
DBZ manga.
1\'> But I do own the following birth certificates:
Bardock, Gogeta, Takashi and Bulla.
~~~**
Stupid fucking
bird, Gohan thought angrily. He clutched
the dragon ball and looked as ins injured arm mournfully.
of the biggest bird that Gohan had ever seen his whole life.
Freiza. Pointless.
you kicked Freiza’s ass.) He had been
willing to be patient, because he didn’t want to crush the other eggs in the
effort to get the dragon ball. But the
bird wasn’t having it—it showed its great displeasure by snipping his arm with
its monstrous beak. So he had picked up
one of its eggs, flew back, and waited for the bird to scream out in rage.
Bulla
was already trying to figure out what way they needed to go to get to the
fourth one. She was concentrated, with
that single-minded purpose that he’d seen on Vegeta’s face the first time he’d
met the man. Back when Vegeta had
wanted to kill him and his father.
(weird how things worked out, wasn’t it?) yes\"> She waited for him to get at his side, and then pointed in their
new direction. “That way,” she said.
They
went. He tried very hard not to focus
on the power he could feel radiating from a fight he could not take part
in. He felt his father, felt how he was
fighting. Odd.
power. And then, distantly—for they
were very small still—he felt his three brothers and Trunks.
“We
have to hurry,” Bulla informed him.
He
didn’t need her to. He already knew.
~~~~***
His
face was dented. This 17 knew for
absolute sure. He could not feel pain,
but his sensors told him that the panels that made up his face were being
compressed. Told him that he was
reaching the maximum level of pressure that could be sustained.
could crush him beneath its power.
He
was not afraid. Fear was an emotion
that humans had. His prime directive
was to kill. This being before him was
just as killable as the ones that had run screaming and crying from him.
identify. A backlash of some form that
originated within the being before him.
Something that could not be explained by science.
That
too, did not affect him. He kept
kicking, kept punching back. Withstood
the backlashes. Felt them break over
him, felt them rip at his synthetic skin.
But he would not break. He would
not bleed. He was immortal.
out. Die.yes\"> And he would keep living.
Then
he remembered something. Something this
thing had screamed about his children.
Perhaps there were more of them.
He moved back, away from the impending blows.yes\"> Flew away. Felt the being
stop. Stare.yes\"> But not move. Because it
was inferior. It was beneath him.
He
would kill that things children. Bring
an end to the barbaric race. To all
races.
~~~**
leaned against his brother.
Trilled. Tried to understand
what was making his brother slip away.
Tried to ask him, but Gogeta had just looked at him.
nothing came. Something was killing
him. Shinghing that nobody else could
see. Takashi hated it; but he didn’t
leave his brother’s side.
The
little ones came; Goten and Trunks, and they both petted Gogeta’s hair,
whimpered and asked him if he was going to be okay.yes\"> But he hadn’t ared red them either.yes\"> So they had left to find food for everyone.
him right back up. But the way Trunks
had looked at him with his little blue eyes; Takashi knew that nobody really
believed it. Maybe Gogeta felt their
parents—unbelievable powerful—or their brother’s ki blink out of
existence. Maybe there was something
wrong with the injections that Bulma had given them yesterday.
yesterday.
Takashi
didn’t know why, but he knew it was happening.
And he wrapped hims ams around his brother, wanted to cry for him, but
found that he couldn’t muster pain. He
was just angry. Because he was
helpless.
And
then the cackling. Takashi raised his
head to see a blast of sheer white-yellow energy coming at him.
him rising. Felt the impact, tried with
all his strength to hold on, to push back.
But the blast was stronger, and just as he felt it digging into his
chest, it was gone.
Something
infinitely more powerful was absorbing it, standing in front of him.
sun. His mother.
Bleeding. Hole straight through
him. Takashi gasped, tried to breath,
stared. Tried to think.
And
then he heard his mother, in the coldest, angriest voice he ever heard from
anyone before.
“What
did I tell you about my children?” was the question.yes\"> “Why don’t any of you ever fucking listen?”
“You
will all die,” the mechanical voice replied.
Mother
moved forward. Grabbed the android,
just like father yesterday, wrapped his hands around its neck, yanked on
it. Takashi heard the grating of metal,
the snap of something strong. Then, saw
his mother punch it in the face, twice, and the arrogant head fell off, the
body dropped to the ground. Twitched.
lookout and down, all the way down to earth.
Debris was burned in the blast, and it was only a fine dust that landed
on the planets surface.
“Goku!”
Mom
stopped, turned, looked directly at Takashi.
Let his power level drop, down to Super Saiyan, then moved forward,
picked him up, wrapped him up in his arms.
Kissed his forehead. “It’s all
right,” he promised, “Gohan and Bulla are going to get the Dragon Balls and
we’ll bring everyone back. I swear.”
nodded into his mother’s chest. Trusted
it to be the truth.
~~~***
Bulla
kicked the crocodile in the jaw, raised her hand and shouted:
“Kamehameha!” Felt a grim satisfaction
when the stupid thing blew into little pieces, and the dragon ball the stupid
idiot had SWALLOWED was blown out. She
grabbed it. Turned, looat
at
Gohan. He was carrying the other five.
wish.
“Ready?”
she asked.
“You
killed it,” was Gohan’s response.
“Well
it wasn’t like we could sit around and see if it was going to puke it up,” she
replied. Damn men.
more complicated. “Are you ready?” she
repeated.
“Sure.”
returned to the lookout to find a part of it had been blown to little
pieces. A rather large chunk, actually
like someone had bitten out of it.
Gohan touched down first. “Gees,
Dad,” he said.
Bulla
stared. Because there was her mother,
and her brother, Takashi, and next to them was the body of Gogeta.
crying and clinging to each other. The
others, like Krillin and Dende, were just standing there.
Nobody
was doing anything.
“Hey,”
Gohan said, “We’ve got the dragon balls.”
He set down the five he had, and Bulla dropped hers, ran over to her
family, threw her arms around Takashi, and felt their tails twine around each
other. Buried her face in his neck and
felt him do the same. Heard their
mother purring.
“Wish
back everyone the androids killed,” Goku said.
Dende
moved to do as he was asked. And when
the seven dragon balls were brought together, the sky went black and the great
dragon appeared—what a show-off. spoke the wish, and listened even as the dragon shook its head sadly.
“This
I will not do.”
Will
not? Since when had the dragon ever
said ‘will not’? That wasn’t something
he was used to hearing. Mostly it was
cannot. A bit of sarcasm a few
knock-knock jokes, but never ‘will not.’
So he cleared his throat, tried not to be nervous that Goku was going to
kill him if he had to repeat what the Dragon said.yes\"> And found that Goku was standing next to him, glaring at the
dragon for all he was worth.
“What
do you mean you will not?” Goku asked.
The
dragon gestured, and then said: “These children you would wish back were never
meant to be. I will not bring them back
without a price.”
Well,
wasn’t he getting all judgmental and picky about his wish-granting.
in return for wishes? That wasn’t the
way this stupid thing was supposed to work!
“What
do you want?” Goku asked.
“I
will give you the lives of the children you ask, in exchange I will take the
lives of any children you might have had.”
Dende
had never seen someone knock Goku down with just a word before.
on the floor of the lookout.
Speechless. Hands pressed over
his waist. There was no fluctuation of
power this time. No scream of primal
rage. Just this feeling of emptiness
all around Goku. And Dende stepped
away, because Saiyans almost always responded with rage.
But
Goku didn’t. He looked back at the
dragon. “Okay,” he said, “Bring back
everyone, take what you want in exchange.”
The
dragon nodded. Didn’t even have the
decency to look sad. “Very well.
darkness that had closed out the sky was gone.
The dragon balls dispersed again.
Behind them, Gogeta gasped in a great breath and started coughing.
cla class=MsoBodyText style=\'line-height:150%\'> Goku
got back to his feet—still a super saiyan—picked up Gogeta.
edge of the lookout. Left.
Gohan to Goten—took off after him.
Dende watched. Wondered what had
been given up and what would happen if Gogeta died anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Lordy;
missing words. About 200 words or
so. Make it up next time.
Vegeta:yes\"> Where am I?
Gk: No more babies.
Vegeta:yes\"> Did any one else notice that I wasn’t even mentioned in this
chapter? How couhat hat happen?
Gk:yes\"> Sigh. But we can still
have sex, I guess.
Jaygoose:
1\'> *takes off crown and sets it on shelf *
looking at me pretty oddly.
Luna:
1\'> Dragon Balls make it all better.
Aarika:
1\'> Thanks!
Getarian:
1\'> I’m a what-if sort of person meself.
story. But I considered doing something
like you mentioned. Poor ‘Geta, though,
because every time he powers up now he’ll have a part of that rage he triggered
when Goku died. *sigh *
Mechanical Butterfly:
1\'> I thought Goku would get a bit ticked off about someone
murdering his children. In fact, that
line “Don’t fucking touch my children” or whatever it was, inspired this whole
sequel. Without that line, there would
not have been a sequel.
Tomorrow folks!