YAY! FIIIIIIIINAAAAAALLY! R&R, I worked so hard!
Mako moaned as she heard yet another outraged cry from the spare bedroom, and halted her cooking to poke her head in. "Geta? Sugar?"
"S'ok, Ko. Brudder mad."
Well, she could definitely see that, Tantu looked downright fit to be tied, and was shooting his Saiyan brother a glare that Piccolo would have been proud of. "Why?"
And with a roll of his eyes and a huff that Vegeta would have been proud of, the toddler lowered his mouth to Tantu's belly. "OM NOM NOM NOM NOM…"
Makoto laughed when the green baby giggled and squealed, waving his arms and antennae in the air, and when the princeling tried to pull away, Tantu yanked his face back down to his fat belly in a clear order for more. Veggie looked at her, his eyes pleading for a little help. Apparently this had been going on for quite a while and he was getting tired of it. "Hey, you're the one that wanted the omelet, honey. Tell you what, though… keep Tantu occupied, and I'll throw in a batch of cookies while I'm cooking dinner. Deal?"
Geta's eyes lit up and he grinned as he nodded emphatically; Aunt Ko's cookies were the ultimate bribe of all bribes. "I want six, Ko."
"Three," she replied with a smile; this was practically a daily routine for them, and she had a feeling that the kid had gotten some haggling pointers from his grandfather.
"Five."
"Four."
"Uh… fine. Four," he snorted, and she shook with him when he stuck out his little hand.
"You want a cookie, too, tadpole?"
At only five months old, Tantu didn't talk much despite his rapid growth, but he understood just about everything he heard. "EAT! OM NOM!"
"Thank you for teaching him that one," she mumbled to herself, trying not to chuckle. "Four for you, too, then. And I think I'll spoil my own dinner with the other four as well, tadpole." She tickled his belly just above his diaper and grinned when he squirmed and giggled at her. "After all, it's a special occasion, isn't it?"
"You see big, green and ugly?" Veggie asked.
"Yup. Don't tell Uncle Piccolo, though. It's supposed to be a surprise," she whispered conspiratorially.
Piccolo hadn't touched her in several days since he was apparently great at counting, and knew that her six months of birth control was just about up. But that was just fine, Makoto had a plan to allay his worries about her getting pregnant again and having to go through the same ordeal that they had with Tantu.
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door, one quick, sharp rap that always preceded the sight of a Saiyan prince at her door. "Play om noms with your brother," Mako said quickly, and scurried to the back to swing the door open and hug Vegeta. "Did you find them all?"
"Of course I found them all, girl. Feh, I think it's a new record, honestly… only took me an hour or so." Vegeta looked at her when she looked back into the kitchen. "Well, are you going or not, woman? Go make your damned wishes before your mate gets back. I'll watch the brats."
"Ugh… I have dinner in the oven, Tousan, and I kind of promised the kids cookies. Um… hang on." Makoto quickly popped a pan with cookie dough on it in the oven and set one timer, and as Vegeta entered and closed the door behind him, she handed it to him. "Here, pull the cookies when this one goes off. And pull the pan in the oven when the timer on the stove sounds."
"Girl, I do not cook."
"No, you don't, Tousan. But I think a tough Saiyan prince such as yourself can handle pulling the food out of the oven. After all, you do the same with the microwave, right?"
"Ugh… fine!" Vegeta shoved the timer in his pocket and stalked towards his grandchildren's room, where a series of om noms could be heard. "Go make your damned wishes, girl! Just don't expect there to be any food left when you return!"
"I love you, Tousan!"
"Whatever," he grumbled good-naturedly, and he didn't refuse her grateful kiss on his cheek before she rushed out the front door with the bag full of dragonballs and a grin on her face.
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"Piccolo, hey! Is Geta behaving himself!?"
He nodded at Usagi before pulling something out of his pocket and approaching her. "I need you to hold still for a moment," he grunted.
Usagi blinked when he removed her wedding ring and compared it with another ring he had in his hand; she recognized it as one of Mako's pieces of jewelry, something she rarely ever wore. "Ah, I get it," she chuckled. "Piccolo, that's so sweet."
"Whatever," he huffed, before slipping Mako's ring onto Usagi's left hand. "Good, it fits. I just needed something to get the size from." He slipped it back off and pointed his finger at her hand, totally focused on the picture in his head.
Usagi laughed when an ugly lump of metal appeared on her finger. "Better try it again, Piccolo."
"Ugh, I've never made anything this complicated, and never a piece of jewelry," he growled.
"Start small," she suggested. "Just try to make the band at first, then build on it." Usagi waited patiently, her hand extended, while Piccolo continued to zap ring after ring onto her hand, only to grunt in frustration and discard them. "You know, Piccolo… you could always have one designed for her."
"One, I don't have money, and I'm not taking yours. And two, I want to make it for her, not purchase it," he answered distractedly as he continued to practice on her hand. "When a Namekian gives a gift to someone, it means something, and for a Dragon Clan Namekian, it should be made rather than bought."
"But aren't you technically a Warrior class as well?" Usagi teased.
"Nail was, not myself or Kami. And don't even start about how we're all one and the same, I'm well aware of who and what I am, Usa." Piccolo smirked as he finally managed to zap a flawless gold band onto her finger, but when he attempted to add on to it, he groaned and removed the lumpy mass from her hand.
"Come on, Piccolo," Usagi suggested, grabbing his hand and tugging on it. "If this is going to take a while, I can at least eat with my right while you keep zapping my left." Once inside and sitting while Bulma's mother cooked her something, she asked the real question that had been on her mind. "So… you're going to ask her to marry you and everything?" She asked curiously. The princess smiled when Piccolo just turned purple and shook his head before discarding another failed attempt.
"No, I already consider us mates for life," he finally answered, "but I know a ring is the way you humans make it official… I think. It is, right? You and Trunks put rings on each other at that ceremony, and I've seen the ring on Rei's hand."
"The ring doesn't make it official, Piccolo. It's merely a symbol that a man or a woman wears after getting married, so that other people will know that they're taken. Hey, that one's not bad, Piccolo! Why are you throwing it away?"
"It's not perfect," he grunted, setting the lump of gold and gems to the side.
"What are you trying to make it look like anyway?" Usagi asked curiously. "That pink stone almost looks like—"
"A rose, yes. I thought I'd make it to match those earrings she never takes out. Clearly, they mean something to her," he replied.
Obviously, he'd never asked her, or he would have known. "They were her mother's. I'm sure you know that her parents were killed in a plane crash."
Piccolo nodded a little, and grunted in satisfaction when he finally got the damned rose just right; its pink petals splayed out just a little as if it was in full bloom. "Almost done." He groaned again as he zapped the ring and completely ruined it.
Usagi sat it to the side and dutifully stuck her hand back out. "What now? Leaves?" She asked, when she eyed the mass of emerald that had covered the whole rose.
"Yes," Piccolo growled, "and I'm starting to get frustrated, so shut up, Usa."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "Yes, dear." Usagi chuckled after several more minutes and tipped him a wink when he looked up at her. "So… Mako's birth control is about up, isn't it?"
"Yes," he grunted. "How soon can you get her another injection?"
"A couple more days, since Bulma's out of town on some business thing. I don't like nosing around in her lab without her permission… you never know when an experiment might leap out and bite me in the ass."
"Too true." Piccolo sighed happily as he studied his latest attempt, and removed it from Usagi's finger before examining it more closely. "Perfect. Thank Dende, I thought that was going to take all day."
"Here," Usagi offered as she dug around in her subspace and pulled out a black velvet ring box. "I swear, my subspace is so cluttered with extra jewelry and shit that it's about time to clean it out," she chuckled. "You know… you might want to do something to strengthen it. Trunks did something to mine that keeps it from getting fucked up during training, since gold bends so easily."
"He infused it with a bit of his ki," Piccolo rumbled as he did the same to Mako's ring, and he smirked a little at the thought of her actually carrying a little bit of him on her hand wherever she went. "Thank you, Usagi," he added as he placed it in the box and stuck it in his pocket.
"Hey, no problem, I'll be your hand model if you ever decide to make her a Mother's Ring as well… after she's popped out a few more sprouts, that is. It's a ring with a woman's children's birthstones on it," she explained. "Tantu's birthstone is… huh. Do we count the night we took the egg from her, or do we go by the day he actually hatched?"
"When he hatched," Piccolo chuckled.
"Opal, then. When's your birthday?"
He furrowed his brow and thought hard before shaking his head. "I don't know, Namekians don't celebrate such things. I just know that it was summer. Probably July, maybe August."
"Ruby, then. Or Onyx. Guess what mine is?" She asked with a grin.
"Probably moonstone," Piccolo snorted, and he smirked when she nodded.
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Makoto trembled a little as she looked up at the massive dragon staring down at her, waiting for her to say something. "Um… hi," she managed lamely.
You have summoned me, Princess of Jupiter. You have two wishes. Make them so I may return to my rest.
"Um, well…" She hedged, "I'm not too sure how to word my wish," she admitted, blushing with embarrassment.
Shenron seemed to roll his eyes and huff impatiently. Explain it then, princess. I will try to grant it.
She nodded, emboldened by his command. "Well, you see, I'm mated to Piccolo, and being Namekian… well, the silver crystal took care of his ability to reproduce," she said, turning an even brighter red. "But when I got pregnant with our son, an egg formed and nearly killed me when it started absorbing my ki like crazy, and would have killed me anyway by the end of the second month or so, since it would have gotten huge."
So your wish is…? Even an idiot could see that Shenron was practically twirling his claws in a circular motion, telling her to get the hell on with it.
"I want to be able to carry my mate's children like I would carry a normal human child, at the same rate of development, and give birth to them naturally, and for them to grow up at the same rate as a human child. I don't care if they look like Nameks, though. I just want them to grow at the same rate as I did, instead of being adults in like, eight years." She fluffed her hair in agitation. "Is that worded right? Sorry if I was so longwinded, Shenron."
Yes. That is something I can do, longwinded or not. Shenron closed his eyes and paused for a few moments. Your wish is granted.
Makoto beamed and hugged the dragon, much to his obvious annoyance. "Sorry," she giggled, "I'm just so happy!" There was a long moment of silence while she composed herself. "Alright, second wish. And don't worry, I know how to word this one," she chuckled, fighting the urge to laugh harder when the dragon looked obviously relieved. "Ok, I wish that anyone left with Saiyan blood in them would regain their tails, if they lost them or weren't born with them."
Thank the gods, I didn't have to listen to a backstory, Shenron huffed.
"Are you teasing me?" Makoto snorted, gaping at the dragon in surprise. "Don't make me zap you, Shenron. I'd hate to make the Eternal Dragon fight the Thunder Dragon."
He snorted in what seemed like a mix of humor and contempt for what was—to him, at least—her pitiful little thunder dragon. Your wish is granted, princess. Now I will return to my sleep.
"Night, then!" Makoto said pleasantly, kissing his nose. "And thank you, Shenron. I really mean it."
And I thank you, princess, for you and your comrades protecting this universe. Give my regards to Her Majesty.
Makoto grinned at that; so that's why Shenron had been so personable with her. It was nice to be appreciated for all of their efforts, which very few people even knew about. And then the dragon was gone, flying back into the sky, and the dragon balls shot every which way, turned to stone for another year and scattered.
On her way home, her communicator went off, and she was extremely surprised to see Vegeta's face on her screen. Were those tears in his eyes!? "Holy shit, Tousan, are you ok? What's wrong? Are Tantu and Geta fighting?"
"Nothing's wrong, girl," he said thickly, obviously trying his hardest to compose himself. "Did you… with the dragonballs? Because that's the only fucking explanation I can come up with."
Makoto blinked for a moment before smiling and nodding. "Glad you liked it, Tousan. Did Trunks and Goku and everyone else freak the fuck out? I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces."
"Trunks is, as you girls call it, 'geeking out.' Kakarot…" Vegeta grinned and shook his head. "He IT'd straight over and started freaking out over the difference in balance. He's already stepped on his twice, which I must admit is hilarious, especially when he trips and falls into something. Clumsy jackass." Vegeta's face grew serious for a moment. "Don't tell me that's all you wished for, girl."
Makoto beamed, her smile as radiant as the sun. "Oh, I got my wish."
"Viable brats?"
"Yup."
"Damn it, now I won't get to daydream about Saiyan-sized omelets anymore." Vegeta licked his lips at the thought of food. "Speaking of which, I'm suddenly craving eggs."
And in typical Vegeta fashion, he simply clicked off without saying goodbye, leaving Makoto laughing so hard that she was in tears.
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"You left them with Vegeta?" Piccolo asked with a hint of annoyance when his mate walked in the house. "I'll have you know, our son learned a new word as a result."
"Fuck or shit?" Makoto asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose. God, she was going to have to have another talk with Vegeta about watching his damned language in front of the babies.
"Neither. It was 'boner.' Now, every time I've changed his diaper, he's pointed at his penis and yelled, 'BONER!' at the top of his lungs," Piccolo replied, trying his very best to hide a chuckle. "Vegeta said it was a fair exchange for being forced to change shitty Namekian drawers."
Mako sidled around the table and straddled his lap as she sat down, pressing tightly to him, and when he protested she hushed him. "So… are they both napping?"
"Trunks came by a little while ago and took them both. You just missed him. And no, Koto. You know just as well as I do—"
"Shut up, green bean," she snickered, lightly brushing her mouth over his. "We don't have to worry about that anymore, it's been taken care of. Here," she offered, taking his hands in hers.
Piccolo gave her a slightly suspicious look before closing his eyes and forming a telepathic link with her, but it quickly shifted to one of interest when he was done viewing her memory of that afternoon. "You want another one so soon, Koto?"
"Well, Tantu will be a big boy by the time nine months have passed, and we may not even get pregnant again right away. I thought we'd just let things happen naturally… if that's alright with you." When he was silent, she sighed and ran her mouth up his neck, simply cherishing the fact that she actually had him not just as a friend, but as a lover and life partner as well. "Piccolo, if it's not ok, I'll get another shot from Bulma," she added gently. "I don't want you to feel pressured in any way, love."
"No," he finally replied after a few moments of just basking in her love for him, their telepathic link still open while their hands were joined. "I'm not averse to having more children, Koto. I'm just… I worry," he finally admitted, "that you'll get hurt again."
"Totally normal human pregnancies, green bean. Nine months long, normal growth, and nothing to worry about other than the usual pregnancy problems. Which," she added quickly, when she noted the flicker of fear in his eyes, "aren't too much to worry about, since I'm sure Bulma and Ami will use me as an experiment and hook me up to an ultrasound every five minutes."
Piccolo smirked at that and nibbled at her throat as he thought of the countless times her and Tantu had been poked, prodded, and examined by Vegeta and Gohan's mates since their return from Namek. He'd also allowed a single testing of his own blood, and the results had perplexed everyone that had looked at them.
Rather than possess an X and a Y chromosome, Piccolo was YY, which Mako had jokingly groaned over and lamented the fact that she'd bear him nothing but sons. Wieners everywhere, as she'd put it.
"Are you sure about this, Koto?" Piccolo rumbled in her ear, his hands already betraying his intentions as they bunched her skirt up to her hips and began to tug at her panties.
Mako sighed happily as his claws whispered over the insides of her thighs, and flushed with pleasure in reaction. "Make love to me, Piccolo. I've wanted you inside of me for days," she breathed in response, rocking her hips slowly over his growing arousal as she tugged at his waistband.
"Only if I get to do something that I've been aching to try," he mumbled, releasing her hands so that the telepathic link was broken.
"I'm all yours, big man." Mako jumped as he suddenly pointed a finger at her, and with a zap, she was shivering at her sudden lack of clothing and gaping at him in shock. "I'll want those back later."
"Consider them being held hostage," he replied teasingly, lifting her onto him and groaning at the sensation of being surrounded by her warmth. "I love you," he murmured into her ear as he began to move, slowly thrusting into her while his hands explored and worshiped her flesh. "Tell me you're mine," he moaned suddenly, as she began to tighten around him for the first time, clutching at his back and whimpering incoherently.
"Yours," she replied breathlessly. "All yours," she added. "Oh God… Piccolo…"
"Yes," he whispered, moving into her harder as she began to climax. "Feels so good when you get tight, Koto. Come for me again," he ordered deliriously, his claws digging into her hips a little as she began to ride him, matching him for every thrust.
"Love you," she gasped, followed by a low moan of his name as he took control again and slammed into her several times before easing back to his previous gentleness. "Again," Mako whimpered. She cradled his head to her breast when he began to lavish them with attention, her head rolling back as he did as she asked and began to pound into her, his hands clamping down on her waist to move her in time with him. "Don't stop, Piccolo," she begged desperately. Her breathing became labored as she came again and another climax followed right on its heels, then another and another. "Please don't stop," she moaned. "Please…"
Mako heard a crack soon after, but dismissed the sound as he took her to the floor, not missing a beat in the rhythm of their lovemaking as he continued to take her hard and aggressively on the kitchen tile.
"Going to come," he half-moaned, half-grunted. "Come with me, Koto." Piccolo felt her nod slightly and clutch at him tightly in response, and in mere moments she was arching into him and crying out in ecstasy. He joined her with a groan, his vision whiting out as he was flooded with pleasure from head to toe, gentling his motions inside of her as he rode out both of their climaxes.
"Koto?" He mumbled after several long minutes of just trembling in each other's arms.
"Mmm?"
Piccolo cracked a smile at the sight of her glazed over, half-lidded eyes, and fished around for his pants for a moment. "I love you, Makoto," he said seriously, slipping the ring he'd made onto her left ring finger.
Mako looked down at it and smiled. "It's perfect, love. But you didn't have to get me a ring. I know you love me, just as much as I love you."
Piccolo brushed away a couple tears that she wasn't aware of shedding and bent his head to brush his mouth over hers. "I wanted you to have it; your sisters all have one, and I didn't like seeing the lack of one on your finger. Now everyone will see it and know that you're mine."
Mako didn't have words for that, she simply kissed and moved her hips in invitation, more than willing to surrender her body to him again and be his in every way.
"I didn't satisfy you?" He chuckled in her ear.
"Oh, you did, green bean. Now it's my turn to satisfy you."
Piccolo shook his head as he felt himself growing hard as her words aroused him. Damned thing. "I beginning to see why these Saiyans are becoming quite the horde," he muttered dryly.
"Because making babies is a fun distraction?" Mako asked, rolling her hips. "We should counter their offenses with our own Namekian clan," she added with a grin.
"Then let's get to it," he grunted, suddenly wrapping his arms around her waist and standing, leaving behind the kitchen chair they'd broken into pieces with the intensity of their mating. "I don't sense a baby yet, so I guess I'm not doing it right."
Makoto giggling as he dumped her on the bed and he landed on top of her, his mouth moving over his breasts. "Well, Piccolo, like training, these things take a lot of practice. Just like coming up with a new attack on accident, we made Tantu the same way… and now we have to practice until we can consistently get the same results."
"Do you have any clue how fucking sexy you are when you talk about training during sex?" Piccolo groaned. He stopped and looked at her funny when she burst out into a fit of laughter, burying her face in his chest. "What? Was it something I said?"
"I—I just had the most disturbing image of you coming while you yelled out the Masenko attack!" She replied between laughs, and wasn't surprised to hear him joining in with her as well.
Once he could control his own fit of laughter, he moved inside of her slowly. "So… does someone want the Special Beam Cannon?"
"Fire away, love," Mako snickered.
And that is the END of Attraction! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! FINALLY! I FINISHED ANOTHER FIC! *waves pom poms in the air and does a high kick… then groans at the resulting pulled muscle* Too old for that shit… heh, and I talk about wanting to fuck Vegeta's brains out on a daily basis. I can't even run 100 yards without collapsing and whining for a cigarette… I wouldn't last five minutes with that man. Gods… NOW! On to work on History and Love Shack! WOO! LOVE YALL!
