Missing DNA

Disclaimer: Do I look like Akira Toriyama? Or FUNimation? Beat it! I don’t own DBZ, and the only one who should it Toriyama-sama himself.

If you ever read any of my previous fics (none of which are on this site and are under a different penname… why did I bother beginning with this?), you would know that I normally adhere very closely to the story line of the main story. For this fic, I took the movie approach (meaning that it has plot holes when compared to the show and only serves to include the known characters at their ages at the time). So it’s almost AU. The time is roughly first Brolli movie (sans Mirai Trunks).
This is my first real sex fic in years, and the first one that I made public, so I hope you guys enjoy.

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The scientist growled again and again, and it finally wore on his associate’s nerves.

“Suiitto-sensei,” Enrou said in her deep, serious tone, “You have been quite annoying with your displeasure the past week. What is the source of your vexation, if I may ask?”

Suiitto willed away the hologram screen of his computer with an annoyed gesture. “I’m afraid, Miss Enrou, that I have been given a terrible hurdle in my archiving work.”

“How so? Is there a species that you are unsure of whether it has gained abstract thought, again?”

“It’s not something that simple, my dear. It turns out that, from our dealings with the cold, changeling race (What were they called? Cold-jin? Catarats? It has been so long since they’ve substantially evolved, so I haven’t seen their files in centuries.) that have had a thirst for ultimate conquest, all of our DNA data concerning contemporary Saiya-jin has been erased.”

“Erased? Have you only recently discovered this?”

“Not quite. I was aware of their ‘deception’ even as they did it at times, but I did not know that they managed to get a hold of all the data. It leaves me at a very troubled state.”

“If that is your problem, simply go to the Saiya-jin’s planet and gain some samples to extract the data from.”

He groaned. “If I could do something like that, I wouldn’t have labored over it the past week trying to find a solution. That race decided to eradicate the Saiya-jin; that’s why they destroyed the DNA data. Their planet, Vegita-sai, is no more. At this given moment, there are only two living Saiya-jin, both male and living on Earth with Human mates and half-breed offspring.” He gave another sigh. “They will be implemented into and spread throughout the Ningen genetic code. The race will cease to exist outside of rare chromosomes.”

“But you’ll have to perform tests on the offspring, right?”

“I intend to, but you know what worries me now: the Saiya-jin string, whose data has been destroyed and must be replenished, is ending. It’s on its last generation.”

“Do you know the characteristics of these two survivors?”

“The elder one is from their royal line, and the younger is from what was considered their lowest class. It seems ironic, though, as the younger is now the stronger, and the race considers itself a ‘warrior’ race.”

“Quite ironic. Well, since there is two of them, why not simply abduct them, alter one to become female, and have them mate under supervised conditions?”

“Have you not been listening to me? These two have completely different backgrounds, and I would prefer to have their data intact for the next generation and not be muddled by that dratted dominant-recessive crap. Besides, that would not be enough data. No, I’ll have to make females.”

“So, you intend to make female clones of each and change their code to make their doubles the opposite gender?”

Suiitto shook his head. “Once again, you speak of the absurd, Ernou. Do you not understand how many risks we would encounter?”

“I certainly do. Since we don’t have the Saiya-jin genetic code handy, we can’t tell if their children will have defects as a result of being inbred, even if we had full, detailed charts of their individual code. But I cannot see any other way of creating a female Saiya-jin.”

“Mmm, and that’s my latest problem.” Suiitto stroked his beard and knitted his brows together. “Perhaps… I can make one out of a Human female.”

“What? Isn’t that a bit risky?”

“Yes… but if I do the proper research…” He pulled up the floating screen again and soon brought up the Human genome. “I remembered that the two races were very similar in their genetic structure… after all, that’s how they’re able to mate and reproduce so well. I can remember several of the places where they differed, and trust me, there weren’t as many as you would think. If I get the genetic code for the Saiya-jin males and study it in comparison, I could easily find the differences and rig up a female out of the Earthlings. And it’s not like we’d be messing with the gene pool much with the Humans; we have enough information from them, and they have a surplus of women in comparison to men as it is.”

Enrou gracefully pulled a bang out of her glasses and back into her tied back locks. “You have proved yourself as a capable genius again, it seems. That is a wonderful plot, much deserving of a Sentience Archivist of four-thousand years.”

“You are much too kind, Miss Enrou. Now, if you will assist me in finding suitable females to alter?”

“What? Would it not be better to change their mates?”

“Oh gods, no. If we were to keep that true, it would only be the younger’s mate; she is strong and has many attributes of Saiya-jin already. However, the elder’s mate has few Saiya-jin qualities as far as Humans go and would be an unwise choice. We need to find at least one new mate… but we should aim for ten or more. We might even have to make some more males to build a sufficient pool. We need to get as much genetic data as possible to replace what was lost.”

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Chi-Chi entered the bedroom, shifting a shoulder to let a strap of her silk nightgown fall and slowly pulling out the ribbon keeping her hair up as she strutted to the bed, making sure to flaunt off the scent of the bath water from which she had just emerged. With a confident eye and a sultry grin she looked down at Goku.

And there he was, snoring away like he had a lumber mill in his sinuses.

“Gah! Again!” she exclaimed and plopped herself down on the side of the bed. “Can’t he stay awake for a little while longer? Honestly!” She grumbled a bit more. “Maybe if he didn’t train all fucking day, he might have some energy in bed for me. I hope that Gohan doesn’t end up doing the same thing when he gets married.”

She looked over her shoulder at her husband and glared at the sleeping form. “You’re always either dead or wounded, aren’t you?”

He made another loud snore in response.

An agitated groan came from her throat and she threw herself backwards onto the sheets, pursing her lips and blowing her bangs upwards. Some cultures required their husbands to have sex with their wives a certain number of times a month according to their career… She thought as she remembered the conversation Piccolo and Gohan once had about Anthropology. I wonder how much they would have required from the world’s protector?

“Okaa-san!” A voice came from near the door.

Chi-Chi nonchalantly stood and pulled a robe over her before her son came in. “Yes, Gohan-chan?”

He frowned. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping.”

“Oh!” She sat back on the edge of the bed and beckoned him closer. “Come here. So you’ve been having nightmares, huh?” Probably all that fighting from being so young! Humph!

He sat beside her and shook his head. “I’ve been waking up really suddenly and going back to sleep, and when I’m wake, I don’t feel like I can do anything except panic. Piccolo-san says that they’re ‘night terrors’.”

Piccolo says a lot of things. “Well, did Piccolo suggest anything to you about it since he seems to know so much about it?” she said with sarcasm in her words.

“He says that I should ask you about them since I might have inherited it from Otou-san.”

Chi-Chi mad a quick, angered glance back at Goku before proceeding. “I’m sorry, Gohan-chan, but if he does them at all, I sleep through them. I mean, after you manage to sleep your way through this snoring, nothing else can really wake you up. Did Piccolo say anything about what might be causing it? Like maybe all this training or fighting?”

“Mhm… but he says it’s a little strange for me to be getting them at my age. He says its unusual for anyone after 6 years old, and that I didn’t do it when he was training me himself.”

“But you didn’t see a lot of things until after, didn’t you? How does he know so much about this, anyway?”

He shrugged. “I asked him that about a bunch of things. He just says that he reads a lot. But you don’t know what to do about it?”

“No, I don’t. And he didn’t know what to do about it? Despite reading so much?”

“He said that if Otou-san doesn’t have it, then it’d probably pass.”

“How long have you been having these, Gohan-chan?”

“I donno. I started noticing them a week ago, but Piccolo-san says I could’ve been having them and not remembering.”

Chi-Chi decided to take this time to hug her child closer to her. “You’re still a child, Gohan. But why’d you go to Piccolo before me?”

“Because I thought that Piccolo-san would know more about it, seeing as he knows a lot and now he’s got Kami-sama in him, too.”

“I see. Well, Gohan, you sound really tired. You should go back to bed. It’s late.” She released him from her embrace and patted him on the back. “Go on, now. You’ve got studying to do tomorrow.”

“Hai.” Gohan ran off, back to his room. He was afraid to mention how Piccolo said that the night terrors were probably due to studying too hard.

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“VEGITA!” Bulma’s voice rang through Capsule Corp. “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR DWARF ASS HERE THIS MINUTE—!“

I grunt came from behind her. “What is it? For god’s sake, I can hear you a mile away.”

She immediately grabbed him by the hair on his head and pulled his face closer to hers, making him wince. “I told you a hundred times! If you break the maid-droid, you do the chores!” She pointed over to a heap of metal that vaguely resembled something humanoid with a gaping hole in its side from where the titanium had melted from a blast. “And what is that?”

“A busted droid.”

“And who broke it?”

He growled. “Why do you always immediately think that it has to be me?”

“Who else can do that? Trunks? He’s still a baby! And father isn’t working on any projects that can have an effect like that…” She glowered more at him. “And don’t even think about somehow putting this on my mother!”

Actually, it was that damn cat, Vegita noted mentally, but he knew by this point that mentioning that would only get her angrier. “Fine! I’ll do the damn work! What do I have to do?”

She handed him a bucket of soapy water and a yellow sponge. “First, scrubbing. Get to work; you have to clean the whole place. And I don’t want you scrubbing so hard that you get the linoleum off the ground like last time.” She strutted off. “I will be in my study. You are to call me when you’re finished so I can give you your next assignment.

Vegita was left alone, holding that bucket in one hand and the sponge in the other, looking like a bloody doofus. He finally threw the sponge in the pail, causing the soapy water to splash on his shirt, and he proceeded to curse a string of obscenities, including some promises to pull that black furball off his in-law’s shoulder and kill it in various ways, including throwing it into the sun and frying it with a Final Flash.

He soon went to his knees and started soaping up the tiles. “Why the Hell do I put up with her and her family, anyway?”

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I’ve always felt that truly good hentai has a plot, even if it’s a sex-begging plot. It seems like it keeps attention (at least my attention) longer than simple PWP.
No immediate lemons, but they shouldn’t take too long to start up. Maybe another chapter or two, though.