Frosting Chronicles

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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Sex.
Humor. Mpreg.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Purring.
School bashing.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Set in the: More of Us universe.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Wherein Goku wished to make more Saiyans and
accidentally changed himself into part woman.

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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>I don’t own anything (except Bardock,style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Takashi, Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla &
Goten’s uterus.)

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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> style=\'font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Geometry could not possibly
be more boring. That was all Son Goten
had to say on the matter. He sat in the
back of the class, tail wrapped into the belt-loops on his pants.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> FAR, FAR away from his mate, who was all the
way on the other side of the school, in some advanced physics class.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> He could still smell him though.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Through the sickening burnt cheese smell of
the cafeteria and the old-woman smell of his teacher.yes\">

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> He
hated her especially. Hated
school. Hated all these little human
people around him that made him hide his tail and wear very over-sized
shirts. He drew the damn angles: 45,
15, 30, 90. Whatever.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Drew them with detailed little naked hims
and Trunks. Different positions, indecent
little dirty pictures. Amused smile on
his face. He’d show it to Trunks later,
make his mate blush until his ears turned cherry-red.yes\"> Then tackle him to the ground and have his dirty way with him
wherever the hell he wanted. Trunks
would deal with it.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Two
months into a five month pregnancy, and Goten was just now starting to
understand what his dad—haha, because Goku was his father, and everyone else’s
mother—was trying to tell him about the whole lust cycle.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Was it getting hot in here or was it just
the drawings? He laughed.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Made the little pictures moan.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Knew that the teacher was standing there.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Smelled
that nasty smell of oldness all around her.
And offense.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> But
excuse the hell out of him, he didn’t give a damn.yes\"> He was sixteen now—yesterday was his birthday, yeah for him!—and
he didn’t have to be here if he didn’t want to be.yes\"> School was just a requirement for so many years.sty"mso"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Gohan had gone.yes\"> Learned shit, turned into an egghead.yes\"> Who cared? Bardock didn’t
finish school. He didn’t seem to be
doing any worse for the wear. Trunks
would probably go to school for the rest of his life.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Idiot.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Son
Goten!” came the screech. “Just what
are you doing?!”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> He
heard her rattling off about inappropriate behavior even before she opened her
mouth to start shouting. Ignored
it. Changed the angle on his last
picture by a couple of degrees. Used
the protractor to do it too, just to rankle the hell out of her.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> And the little cartoon version of him seemed
to be enjoying himself beautifully.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> He
tuned back in to hear: “You will be expelled for this!”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Stood
up, gathered the papers. Picked up his
book bag. “FINALLY!” he shouted.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> “I’ve been trying to get expelled since I
was seven, lady!” He hugged her.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Tried not to crush her fragile old
bones. “Thank you!style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> May all your children have lots of fat
little babies!” He grinned.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Kissed her weathered cheek just for the
shock value. Then turned, sauntered up
the aisle, waved good-bye to the class of astounded kids, and was on his
way.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> He
wanted to free his tail, fly to his mate and make with the sex, but his little
brothers went to this school too, and he didn’t want to out them in front of
everyone. So he resned ned
himself. Looked down at his little
graph paper with the pornographic cartoons.
Thought that maybe geometry was good for something after all.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Started to purr, loudly, waited for Trunks
to get hot and bothered and come find him as he left the school.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Free!style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> He thought.
Free! Free!style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Free!
(Or at least, as free as a pregnant sixteen-year old haliealien male
could be.) He walked down the street,
tossed everything but his little porn paper in the trash.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Kept on purring.yes\"> Knew that sooner or later Trunks would find him and they could
make with the making already. He had a
couple of ki signatures floating around in the nebulous inside parts (he never
did understand how he could be a male with a uterus so he just skipped trying
to understand it) and their papa had better get to him pretty darn soon or he
was going to find himself someone else. yes\"> (Not really, but taunting Trunks was pretty fun.)style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\">

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> He
paused in front of a store. Thought for
just the few seconds it took to pull the money out of his pocket.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Went inside.yes\"> Bought a tub of chocolate fudge frosting.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Opened it.
Moved to the alley (where it would less conspicuous when he suddenly
started flying) and flew away from the city.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Purring
as he dipped his finger into the icing, lifted his finger up, sucked on
it. Felt eyes on him, smelled that
lovely smell of a mate that was very interested in him.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Turned, met Trunks’ blue eyes.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Sucked on his finger harder.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Indecently and handed his mate the porn
paper. Watched those ears turn
red.

Beautiful!

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Trunks
grinned though. Folded the paper,
tucked it in his pocket. Watched as
Goten stuck his finger in the icing, ran it through the thick, gooey brown
sweetness, raised it, wrapped his lips around it, licked and sucked on it.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Then let the finger slip out of his mouth
and traced his mate’s lips with it.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Don’t
you have school?” Goten asked.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Hard
to concentrate on centripetal force when you’ve got a stiffy, Goten.”style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Then strong arms were wrapped around Goten
and he purred for all he was worth, letting the icing fall—splatter on some
poor smucks roof-top probably. Let
himself be carried all the way out of the city, to where there was just open
landscape for miles. Felt his mate’s
feet touch the ground, spent a second or two to bemoan the fact that he was
born so much smaller than everyone else.
(Except Bulla, who was equally fair and tiny.)yes\"> But that bemoaning changed to old fashion moaning when a hand
slipped into his pants.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Got
to love single-minded Saiyans.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> > He
unbuttoned his pants, pushed them down—freed his tail which swished like a
mad-cat’s behind him—kicked his tennis shoes off, wrapped his arms around
Trunks’ shoulders again and used the tall boy to pull himself up and wrap his
legs around him. Felt Trunks fighting
with his own pants. Purred.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Watched as it drove his mate insane.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Oh, yes.
Purring could do that. It got
him everything he ever wanted exactly when he wanted it.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> (From Trunks, anyway.)

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Felt
the erection finally get freed from his mate’s pants.yes\"> Moved back, waited for Trunks to get in the right position
(considered what angle they were at now) and then moved forward, taking in all
of his mate. Cursed the fact that he
was so damn small. With all the
fucking, you’d think he wouldn’t be so tight all the fucking time!style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> But no.
He panted, bit into the skin of the beautiful shoulder in front of
him. Felt hands squeezing his ass.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Pulling him closer.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Felt the trilling.yes\"> Thought of how strong Trunks had to be since they were still
standing in the middle of the open landscape.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Moved
his hips experimentally. Felt the burn
go away. Purred again.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Felt slickness, everything slid easier
now. He let his eyelids half close,
pulled his mouth away from the shoulder, stared at Trunks as he lifted and
lowered himself. Slowly.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Just to see how long Trunks would let him
keep going at this slow-ass pace. Felt
the incline as they went from standing to Goten’s back being pressed to
dirt. Spread his legs for his mate,
whimpered when the angle changed.
Breathed. <>

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> And
then Trunks moved his hands up under his shirt, rubbed his chest—oi, those
would soon be breasts, apparently—and he hated the way that made everything
feel so much fucking better. Felt
Trunks pushing into him harder.
Whimpered, purred. Pushed
back. Wanted more.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Deeper.
Harder. Anything.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Scratched at the back.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Shoved back as hard as he could.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Shuddered and sweated and made the same
whimper noise with every thrust.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Fuck,
Goten!” was the tight exclamation. Lips
on his, opening his mouth, dipping inside, stealing away the chocolate taste as
he shuddered and orgasmed. Clenched
tight around his mate as he felt the rush inside of him, and saw the yellow
everywhere. Trunks laid on him for a
moment, caught his breath, tried to pull back.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> But
Goten just wrapped himself around the body, let them be turned over, but not
pulled apart. Sat up on his mate’s
hips—mate still inside of him—and traced little designs on the bronzed
skin. “We did,” Goten said, “That was
called fucking. Or did your teachers
not tell you about that?”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Did
you quit?”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> \'> Goten
nodded. “Was going to have to
anyway. You heard what dad said.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> And your dad too.yes\"> The smell would just make everyone horny all the time.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> I guess we’ll just have to stay cloistered
away somewhere, fucking our brains out.”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Trunks
just shook his head, got his hair dirty.
Pressed his hand to Goten’s stomach and got that wishy-washy look on his
face. Like having kids was the most
amazing thing in the world. Pain in the
ass if you asked him. He had to sit
around and not fight for five hs, hs, get fat—have lots of sex—and then
actually give birth to them.
Although—unfortunately—his hips were broader than the average sixteen
year old boys, and he probably wouldn’t have as hard a time as his father did.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Besides,”
Goten said, “I don’t think I could stand walking around chubby for another
three months and tell everyone I ate too many Ding-dongs.”style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Grinned.
Waited for Trunks to give him that look that told him he was too horny
all the time. “I like a good
Ding-dong,” he added.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “Shit,”
Trunks murmured. He was hardening
again.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Goten
grinned, helped him out by tightening all around him.yes\"> Laughed when he knocked the breath right out of his mate.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> “No,” he said patiently, “Wrong curse.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> You can shit on your own time.”style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\">

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Hand
on his shoulders again, flipped right back onto his back.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Kissed until he was breathless.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Felt the hand wrap around his tail, stroking
it from base to tip, squeezing it and torturing him.yes\"> Movement inside of him—made easier this time because Trunks had
never actually left him—and he bit down on Trunks’ lip.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Pushed his hips up to meet the thrusts.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Bared his teeth when his mate pulled
back. Purred all over again.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Trunks
stopped suddenly. “Goten,” he said,
“You didn’t show anyone those pictures you drew, did you?”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> STOPPING
WAS NOT AN OPTION! “Just the old bat
teacher.”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> “GOTEN!”

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> He
purred—one of the patented Son ‘fuck-me-now-yell-at-me-later’ purrs.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> “Wasn’t my fault.yes\"> She was the one looking.”
He pouted. Wrapped his legs
around his mate’s chest—thank god for Saiyan flexibility—and purred again.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Stretched out under him.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Rode it out.yes\"> Blessed his father for his stupid decision to wish for more
Saiyans, because damn, it was good to be trapped under his ever so attentive
mate while he got pounded into the shifty dirt under him.

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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>~~~**

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Missed that word count again.style=\"mso-spacerun: yes\"> Oh well.
Oh~ and if anyone is reading Even More of Us, don’t expect to get any
spoilers. I don’t intend to give
anything away.

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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Goten:
Mmm. Chocolate.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.'>Tr'>Trunks: I do
actually have to go to school.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Goten. I’ll
amuse myself while your gone.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Trunks:
Oh. Kami.

n stn style=\'font-size:10.0pt;
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>Goten: I’ll
draw you pictures of what I did while you were gone too.