This series rose from a severe case of writer's block, I decided to practice some writing exercises. Prompts are taken mostly from Live Journal's prompt tables. Hopefully this leads to the completion of an epic cool AU space fic (^_^) Due to the posting policy of the site, I will post these 5 at a time, just to be safe, so it's not too short.

All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are my own. I do not own Dragon Ball(Z) nor am I making any money off of this. No copyright infringement is intended.

Fish

Before he knew who or what he was, or where he came from, he felt an urge to eat. The first thing he ever put into his mouth was a sea bass. It was abrasive as it slid down his throat, but after a while his urge was satisfied and over time he became accustomed to the taste. Now, after having lived with the Son family for the past six months, Piccolo was certain he could never eat another fish. He promised Gohan he'd never kill anyone again without provocation, but right now he might commit murder for a steak.

Leaves

The change of seasons isn't unique to this planet. Leaf litter fallen from deciduous vegetation aided in the spread of eradication fires. We sought out the autumnal regions of planets to begin purges. Were all planets this peaceful during autumn? Did other men watch their women and sons throw armfuls of leaves at each other laughing as if it was a game? In another time, would I have been as carefree and happy as my son? We met little resistance in our purges. I would like to see someone attempt to disrupt this peace. I will die to protect them.

Light

Goku had carried his share of lifeless bodies. As the old monks would say, the body was only a vessel in this life; the soul was off to other realms. What realm would Vegeta's soul be sent to? Goku felt a pang of guilt carrying Vegeta's body to where he would be buried. He was lighter than Goku expected. Sad really, everything about Vegeta seemed to be not quite what you'd expect. Not as heavy, not as powerful, and really not as evil. He made up for it though; he had every bit the pride and honor of a prince.

Serenity

Blue ringlets clung to her stunning face. Her breasts, still perky, bounced with each pounding thrust as she rode him. He watched captivated as a single bead of sweat glided from the base of her neck through the valley of those perfect mounds and finally swallowed by cleft of her womb. She brought them both to the brink of ecstasy, before she stopped and raised herself off him.

"You ready?" she whispered.

"Not yet, woman."

He rolled her onto her back; he was still hard, she was still moist. He wasn't done yet. Within her was where he found serenity.

Semantics

Two boys sat pondering a cardboard valentine when he walked in.

"Dad, Mom said there's no word for love in your language."

"There isn't."

"Then how do you love us?" the dark haired one sniffled.

"I don't know from love. I've told your mother this. I will protect you with my life. I have a fondness for her and to a lesser extent the two of you, even your nerd of a brother. I feel an obligation and a responsibility to you three; it's my duty to provide you training."

The little one smiled His smile. "That is love, Uncle."