Even More Of Us | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6580 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sequel
to “More of Us.”
Slash. M/M. Sex.
*Gratuitous usage of purring. *
Mpreg. AU; naturally.
Oh, and I don’t own them. Of course I don’t, or I would be swimming in
DBZ manga.
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. The third dragon ball had been in the next
of the biggest bird that Gohan had ever seen his whole life. Retrieving it had been like trying to defeat
Freiza. Pointless. (Unless you were his dad or Trunks and then
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. Dropped the egg.Let the bird dive after it, and grabbed the dragon ball.
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?) 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. Felt Vegeta, and the coldness of his
power. And then, distantly—for they
were very small still—he felt his three brothers and Trunks. Tiny little things. And one was getting smaller.
“We
have to hurry,” Bulla informed him.yes"> Blocked—or attempted to—and tried to land attacks. But he was being repelled. By something his sensors could not
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. Gero had made him such. This creature before him would burn
out. Die. 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. Flew away. Felt the being
stop. Stare. But not move. Because it
was inferior. It was beneath him.yes"> But he hadn’t ared red them either. So they had left to find food for everyone. Promised that a good breakfast would perk
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. Or maybe he was dying like Mommy had died
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. Directly at Gogeta’s back. He closed his eyes, felt something inside of
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. Glowing so brightly it was like the
sun. His mother. But Gogeta was dead. Dead.
Bleeding. Hole straight through
him. Takashi gasped, tried to breath,
stared. Tried to think. Tried to do anything but scream.
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. “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. Wires spouted off little sparks. Mother raised a hand, power exploded. Blew apart the remaining body, part of the
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!” That was Krillin. “Stop! He’s gone!”
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.”
~~~***
Bulla
kicked the crocodile in the jaw, raised her hand and shouted:
“Kamehameha!”yes"> Where am I?
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