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Enough Time

By: sefiru
folder Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
Rating: Adult ++
Chapters: 17
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When Relatives Attack

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Enough Time



By class=SpellE>Sefiru



***



Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually



Warnings: NC-17, violence, character deaths, angst, class=SpellE>soloM



Disclaimer: I don’t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at
everything.



 



Pun_xy: hey, it gives me something
to do on the subway. ^^



Kit-kit: well, she is made for him. Literally.



In this chapter, a smorgasbord: Mr. Satan, Vegeta-class=SpellE>jii, Shiso, and class=SpellE>Inujo the goth-girl. class=GramE>Lots of talk and no action though. (if
you want to see the alien fight, go to Pure Evil 3 chapter 5). Also, we’ve gone
up a rating.



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Chapter 9: When Relatives Attack



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     class=SpellE>Videl was barely paying attention as the physics professor
wrapped up his lecture. She could sense her father’s ki
hanging around outside the building, waiting. Since she had moved out he had
appeared at Gohan’s apartment to harangue them, so
loudly that the neighbors complained, several times, and now he was stalking
her at school. She didn’t really want to punch out her father, but it was
getting to the point where she’d have to. No one could get into this building
without a university ID, but she couldn’t sneak out without her father seeing
her, either, even if she suppressed her ki.



      “Next week I’ll
cover shapeshifting and quantum fluctuation,” the
professor concluded, and students started to gather up their belongings. class=SpellE>Videl sat still. How could she get out of this without
encountering her father? She opened her ki sense wide
as she cast around for options. Wait, I
know that ki … is that Kakarott
? She focused on
that one ki source. It was – his ki
almost completely suppressed, but unmistakable. What’s he doing here? But that gave her an idea. She snatched up her
bag and followed his ki to the source; he was in the
library. She found him leaning against a window with an astronomy book in one
hand.



      class=GramE>“Hi, Videl. Classes
over for today?”



      “Yeah, and I
need a little help. Could you give me a lift home?”



      “Sure. Does this
have something to do with the way Mr. Satan is pacing in front of the doors?”



      class=GramE>“Yeah. It’s creeping me out.”



      “Let me check
out this book, and we’ll go.”



***



     class=SpellE>Mirai pressed the doorbell to Gohan’s
apartment. He heard the chime within, and then the intercom came on. “style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>What is it this time?”



     “That’s an
unusual greeting,” he replied.



     style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>Oh, Mirai, it’s
you.” The door opened with Gohan standing behind
it. “I thought it was Mr. Satan again.”



     “Use your class=SpellE>ki sense, numbskull. Has he been making an ass of himself?”



     “He came around
five times yesterday and twice today. I am this close to punting him across the
city.”



     “I brought the
detectors you wanted for your trip.”



     class=GramE>“Right. Come on in.” Gohan’s hair
was uncombed, he was wearing a rumpled gi, and he was
limping a little. This business with Satan must be stressing him out – style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>wait, limping? They settled down in class=SpellE>Gohan’s living room with cans of soda, the capsule opened
on the table. Gohan checked through each device for
proper function. “Looks like they’re working fine. You
do pretty good work on short notice.”



     “Please, don’t
make it a habit. Oh yeah, and why are you walking funny?”



     “You’ll have to
ask Videl that.” Gohan
smirked slightly. “Did you hear, Dad and Vegeta are going to tag along on my class=GramE>trip. They want to use the Namek class=SpellE>Dragonballs.”



     Maybe they could
use one of the wishes to dump Vegeta-jii and Mr.
Satan on an uninhabited planet. Though, Vegeta, Kakarott and class=SpellE>Gohan – oh, to be a fly on the wall on that trip.
Did he have any spy cameras left? “How soundproof is your ship?”



     “That’s what I’m
worried about …”



     They had been
chatting for about half an hour when Kakarott and Videl
suddenly appeared beside them. Gohan immediately
jumped to his feet. “What happened?”



     “Pop is, like,
stalking me,” Videl growled. “Good thing Kakarott was
there, or I’d have had to clock him.” She gave a quick
summary of her afternoon.



     “We ought to get
a restraining order on him,” Gohan said.



     “I’m not class=SpellE>gonna stop you.”



     class=SpellE>Ki respraints and a padded cell
would probably be more appropriate. Some people didn’t know how to leave
consenting adults alone. Speaking of which style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Videl, why
is Gohan walking funny?”



     class=SpellE>Gohan turned red; Videl giggled. “You’ll
have to ask him that.”



     “He said to ask
you.”



     Kakarott grinned,
then turned to Mirai. “Come
with me for a minute, I need to talk to you.”



     class=GramE>“Yes, sir. Later, guys.” The two of
them walked up to the roof of the apartment block and took to the air.



     “I take it class=SpellE>Gohan told you about me and Vegeta joining his trip?”



     class=GramE>“Yeah, something about the Namek class=SpellE>Dragonballs.”



     “There’s been
some friction between the Saiyans and humans, so
we’re going to try to wish Vegetasei back. But I need
someone to keep order while I’m gone. Guess who.”



     “Crap.”



***



     Not four hours
after the announcement was made, Vegeta-jii came
snarling into Mirai’s lab, tail bristling so hard it
looked about to fly out. He stopped short when he spotted Mirai,
though, probably because he had a Saiyan porn class=SpellE>mag in one hand and his cock in the other.



     “What part of style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>do not disturb don’t you understand?”



     class=GramE>“You! You scurrilous half-breed dog! You inerudite,
intemperate, insouciant degenerate! How dare you take the post of regent in my class=GramE>place!”



     class=SpellE>Mirai shrugged. “It was the King’s idea. Take it up with
him if you don’t like it.” He turned the page. Double spread,
in both senses of the word, very nice.
Would the old man get anything
out of this publication?



     “It’s an offense
against royal dignity! To appoint a puerile, scabrous whelp like you – stop
doing that!”



     “Why should I
stop what I’m doing for your sake? Mmmclass=GramE>, oh yeah.”



     “Have you no
shame?” Gramps’s face turned an alarming shade of
purple. Sulfrous, class=SpellE>fucoid monstrosity! Raised on a barbarian planet
with no concept of honor, even your fur color is unnatural!”



     “Hey, at least I
have a tail now, isn’t that an improvement over none? class=GramE>Mmrrrr, definitely an improvement.”



     class=GramE>“That – I – you – arrgh! I demand
that you cede the post of regent to me!”



     “Make me. Oh, and
before you call me inerudite, I understood every word
you just called me.”



      A wordless
screech rose from Gramps’s throat and he lunged, but class=SpellE>Mirai raised one finger from his magazine and shot a class=SpellE>ki burst at his toes. The old man pulled up his foot to
avoid it; amused, Mirai loosed more bolts, forcing
him to do a little dance. “I’ll make you pay for this outrage, you class=SpellE>cretinous poltroon!”



     “There are two class=SpellE>wankers in this room, but only one of us is enjoying it.
You need a girlfriend. Or a hobby.”



      The old man made
one last inarticulate growl. “You haven’t heard the last from me, half-breed!”
he hissed, then stormed out and slammed the door behind him. class=SpellE>Mirai sighed. If aliens invaded while he was in charge, it
would be less annoying than this. He turned the page. Hmm, I didn’t know Saiyans could bend that
way
.



***



     The whole class=SpellE>Saiyan nation had heard about the Prince’s fight with the
lizards, and Shiso figured she had better remind him
she existed before someone else beat her to the punch. She tracked his class=SpellE>ki to his house and landed outside; to her surprise she saw
a human girl walking in the same direction. She had never seen more lace piled
into less skin area.



     The human stared
at her suspiciously. “Who are you?”



     class=GramE>“Shiso. Who are you?” And thank
goodness she’d been studying Earth language.



     “I am the whisper
in the darkness, the unexpected shadow, the rain at summer’s end!”



     class=GramE>“Sounds gloomy.”



     The girl bristled
at the response. Oh. I think that was
supposed to impress me
. The question was, did she make up the name herself,
or was it a family tradition? “I am the hand that guides the darkness, and no
one shall stand between me and the one I desire.”



     “So you’re after
the Prince too? If you want to fight me, I suggest you change first. That
outfit doesn’t look too practical.”



     class=GramE>“Fight? I’m not a wild animal.”



     “Well, there’s
your first problem.” If she couldn’t fight, she wasn’t much of a rival, though
she didn’t seem to realize that. Wild animal – Saiyans
were wild animals and proud of it. If she didn’t know that, she had no business
pursuing the Prince.



     style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Mirai chose that
moment to come out of the house. He studied the two of them. “What are you doing
here?”



      Darkness Girl
spoke first. “Now you see the extent of my capabilities: I have discovered
where you live!”



      “Have you found
out my name yet? I didn’t think so.” He turned to Shiso.
“You?”



      “I heard you had
trouble with aliens, so I brought you a snack.” She took the small dinosaur
from her bag and held it out by the neck. Darkness girl stuck out her tongue.



      class=GramE>“Ew. Who’d want to eat something
like that?”



      “Here.” class=SpellE>Mirai held out his hand, and Shiso
tossed him the carcass. He tore the tail off and bit into it. “Not bad. If you
hadn’t noticed, Miss Inujo, your overblown statements
aren’t impressing anyone.”



      “Overblown?
You’re the one who calls himself a prince.”



      “I am a prince.
You’ve got nothing, Inujo. Get lost.” He pulled a leg
off the dinosaur and pointed it at Shiso. “Want
some?” 



      “Sure!” This was
better than she expected. She caught the meat and waved it. “I won’t keep you
from your work. Later.” She made a rude gesture at her competition as she
walked away.



      “Miss class=SpellE>Inujo,” Mirai continued, “If you
were any more fake you’d be plastic. When you’ve had
everything you care for ripped away and destroyed, then you can wallow in angst
if you like. I have better things to do.” The slamming door echoed down the
street.



***



Next chapter: Shiso has a plan.



 






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