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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans	By : cueball2 Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 5023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans (Chapter 9)

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 9: Sugar High Part 1

    I absentmindedly
walk into the kitchen looking for something sweet to eat as a midnight
snack. It has been one week since the fiasco at the
barbecue. Looking up, I see Vegeta gorging himself on the cake
that Chichi had made. Yes she did have the best recipe on earth. On
closer inspection I see some ice cream on the table as well.
Silently I cut myself a large slice and heap some ice cream on
it. I then sit down across from him, smiling. And
people said I had bad table manners! He looks up at me in
surprise, chocolate all over his face, as if I had invaded his private
hoarding party.

One week earlier

    After Goten and I
spent about an hour rutting
(after the initial disturbance), we headed to the kitchen and pigged
out on some lemon squares that my human Grandmother had made from some
fresh lemons. Since we are half human our Saiyan rut cycles seem
to be shorter, but more intense, than the full blooded ones like my
father and Goku.
As I ponder these things, I help myself to a plateful, and load some
strawberry ice cream on my lemon squares. Mom is sitting on the
couch frowning. Sated for the moment we sit ourselves in the
recliners flanking the sofa. "Mom, what happened?" I asked.
"Chichi betrayed Goku and they got into a fight and he told her brake
if off with the other man and she left. Goku was very angry and
he told her not to come back for a week, so he could calm down and give
her a chance to come back to him."

    "Goten, your father
is a very forgiving
man. That is probably the first time he has ever tasted
betrayal. He will need our support. And if she doesn't call
next week, it is over between them." Bulma cried, feeling bad for
her best friend. "But I thought it was over, considering they
both died." I said. "True, but Goku still wanted to live
with her." Mom replied. "So, Mom, Goku is beginning his
heat cycle?" I asked? "Yes." Vegeta said as he entered the
room. "That is another reason why he is unusually emotional
today. His scent just started to change thirty minutes ago.
Add that to what that harpy did, and he is in for quite a ride."

Present

    Kakarott has caught
me in one of my sugar
cravings. He decides to join me and sits down with his huge slice
of cake and his pile of ice cream. He smiles at me like there is
something he finds funny about what I am doing. Looking into my
reflection in his eyes, it is then that I realize that I have chocolate
all over my face.

    I start to lick my
fingers and lick the chocolate
off my face, when Kakarott starts sniffing the air. "Vegeta
something smells really good." "It's the food." Fortunately
his heat cycle will be over in about three days. He begins to
sniff the air again, this time leaning toward me. "Vegeta, it's
not the food, you smell different, and I really like it."
He says with is goofy grin.

    "Oh shit." I mumble
to myself. "That can
only mean one thing: I am beginning my heat cycle. Just
great." "Vegeta. What is a heat cycle?" "Just finish your
food and I will tell you in the morning." I said. 'I better
get out of here.' I thought. "Does it mean you feel all
funny inside, like I have been all week?" Kakarott asked.
"Yes!" I snapped. "Ok. But I like it." "Of course you
do moron, it is supposed to help you be receptive to prospective
mates." My voice
fades as I end that quip, wishing I had kept my mouth shut.

    Just then the phone
rings. I answer the
phone. "Hello?" "Hi Goku, it's me Chichi. I'm not
coming back. I am flying on flight 242 to Paris.
Bye." Click. I just stand there with the receiver in my
hand, like a statue. Vegeta obviously heard what was said; who
couldn't, with that screechy voice. I feel someone step behind me
and set their hand on my shoulder while they remove the handset from my
hand and place it back in the cradle of the phone.

    The phone keeps
beeping that irritating noise,
while Kakarott stands there staring at nothing. I hang it up and
turn him around and look into his eyes. The childlike, hopeful
sparkle is gone. His countenance is void, emotionless. Once
he inhales my scent he seems to snap out of it. He has an almost
feral expression on his face now. One I have never seen
before. I lead him back to the table and sit him down at
it. He aggressively devours his sugary treat, like I am going to
take it away. I sit down and finish my own plate. He
glances over at me and pours the rest of the huge container of
ice cream on the other whole cake
proceeding to smooth it, growling as he does so. My mouth is
agape at his bizarre behavior.

    The next thing I now
he rips off a piece and
shoves it in my open mouth and says "Eat." And his growl changes
to a purr, after issuing that command. He rips off a piece for
himself and eats it with less haste than before, watching me the whole
time. It is 12:30 a.m. Saturday. Goten and Trunks walk into
the kitchen, and Kakarott fires a weak energy blast in warning next to
the
intruders, growling: "Mine!" He then throws the other cake, the
one that he didn't spread ice cream on, and throws it at them,
saying: "Eat this." He then proceeds to shove another piece
in my mouth, since I have finished the first. "Eat." He
commands again, while purring.

POV: Goten

    I was surprised to
see my dad's behavior.
Fortunately I was able to catch the cake he threw at me and
Trunks. We rush back to our room not wanting to agitate
my dad further. "I think your dad has snapped." Trunks
said. "I agree. And the phone rang just before it
happened." I say, putting a piece of cake in my mouth as I sit on the
floor, back against the door. Trunks followed suit and began to
eat.

    After we lick our
fingers clean, we strip, and
Trunks leads me over to the bed. "I'm still hungry." I say.
He then grabs what is left of the cake, mostly fudge, and smears it all
over his chest and belly. "Well, then eat." He says with a
lecherous
grin. "You know very well that is not what I meant." I said,
frowning.

    He looks at me in
disbelief, and just when he was
about to wipe it off, I lunge forward and pounce. Smiling at his
half surprise, I begin to lick the cake from his face, eliciting a
small giggle. Pinning him on the bed, I nibble on his right ear
and work my way down his jawbone. I then brush my lips teasingly
across his, looking into his eyes, and then work on his left ear.
His face now clear of all chocolate, I begin to lick and graze my teeth
gently across the folds in his chest.

    I look up at him
with a grin then proceed to lick
and nip his now pert nipples clean of the delectable coating. His
sweat mixes with the fudge, creating a unique aphrodisiac, only I have
the privilege to taste. The erotic nature of my actions combined
with his moaning and writhing under me is almost more than I can
handle. Speaking of handle, while doing the aforementioned
things, I rub my fingers through soft fragrant hair. His hair
smells like strawberries. He must be using his favorite
shampoo. The smell of his musk and cocoa and strawberries, is
olfactory nirvana.

    Staring into blue
eyes, I slide my tongue across
Trunks' bottom lip, asking entrance to that cave of flavors. Our
lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues delving into each other's
molten caverns, each taste and duel like a symphony of music we can
only 'hear' with our taste buds. Rocking against my mate, I feel
the completeness from our joining a week before. I position
myself at his entrance, the moist slickness and tight heat awaiting me.

    I thrust forward
sheathed to the hilt, stopping
to catch my breath. "Ahhh." I moan out loud, Trunks doing the
same. I begin to thrust lazily to catch my bearings, and to stare
into those bottomless pools of blue that drown me every time I look
into them, making nothing else matter but the one I love.

    Trunks arches his
back toward the ceiling,
grinding us together, drawing out moans and pleas for more. Quickening
my pace, or rather lack thereof, I hit that special spot, drawing cries
of my name, in only ways I can. I feel his warm release between
us as Trunks climbed the peak of ecstasy. I thrust faster
hitting the point of no return, releasing my load as his orgasmic
spasms clench his heat all around me, amplifying my already mind
blowing euphoria. "Trunks I love you."

To be continued...
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Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Ancient History: The Forgotten Past of the Saiyans

Chapter 9: Sugar High Part 1