Taiyang couldn't help but feel prideful, his chest jutted out, and his walk portraying just how pleased he was. He had just gotten out of a conversation with the administrator of Signal Academy.

And what a conversation it was!

He had always known his children were excellent fighters, Yang took after his own fighting style, while Brutus developed his own style of hand-to-hand focused on grapples and reversals, not to mention his newly added addition of sword play.

He had no idea they were this good however. Two months in and Brutus was the top ranking student of his class, with Yang following close behind by just a few other students.

So it was no surprise when Mrs. Sky had called him in to request permission to sign Brutus up for the Vytal Tournament Junior Leagues.

Brutus would be ecstatic!

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"No."

Brutus was not ecstatic.

"But why not son? She asked for you by name!"

"I am far too busy with my projects to go fight in some tournament."

Brutus moved about, several stones covered in strange writing being assembled and disassembled on the table in front of him. He picked up a cylindrical stone and inserted it into another stone, the two conjoined pieces sparking with red lightning before fizzing out. Brutus quickly wrote something in an open book next to him.

"Son, please, this is an excellent oppurtunity for you to boost your career to the next level! You could be famous!"

The idea of fame didn't sit well with Brutus, tons of people constantly watching your every move, begging for your attention.

He may as well shoot his work in the head.

"Being famous has about as much appeal as being shot. My work here is too important to give up for such a paltry notion."

"So you're just going to throw away your future because of some neon stones? Son, this is too important to give up because of some obsession with geology."

For a while, they said nothing, his father's words hanging in the air unchallenged. Brutus tried to occupy his thoughts on the experiment in front of him, tried to focus on the rocks, but he couldn't, his dad's insistence on the topic vying for his attention with a bloody and heavy hand.

A tournament, a place of Champions, where the strongest fighters go, albeit in the Junior leagues, but that was all that was available to him. Still, if there would be any consolation, it would be that there would be fighters leagues above the inexperienced filth that pervaded this place like maggots on a corpse.

Still, the prospect of fighting was definitely appealing, the challenge of overcoming those supposed champions was the only shining temptation for him.

However, the work he was doing now was important, and he couldn't afford to play it off like it was homework, if he could pull this off, it would be a powerful boon.

If he could get it to work that was.

His mind wandered back and forth between the two subjects, until finally, with a great sigh, he placed down the parts before him.

"Very well dad, I'll fight in that blasted tournament."

He ignored the fact that his dad jumped for joy.

"That's great son! I'll tell Mrs.Sky that you accepted."

Brutus heard his father walk across the room, and heard the door shut.

Finally, maybe now he could focus on his work.

He turned his attention back to the desk, and the myriad of parts that lay on it. These parts were nearly exact replicas of the ones that comprised up of the old atlesian knight two-hundred models. It was all that he could procure from the internet, the later models being too oobscure or too new for public knowledge. While the knight two-hundreds were old, slow, and difficulties with power were always a problem, they made up for it due to their sheer robustness and mass producability, as well as their strength, relying more on close quarters combat due to the lack of modern dust-mining techniques that nust weren't around fifty years ago.

Picking up an aetheric transistor, a stone inlaid with metal so as to promote electric currents, Brutus coupled with its partner and inserted them into the main energy cell housing. However, instead of a dust-powered energy cell, the parts slid into an aetheric resonator, which was circuitry built into a stone that he had spent hours gathering energy into. Everything was going smoothly as the parts clicked into place, and red lightning shot out of the end, signaling a live current.

Writing down that energy gathered from un-reality could be converted into a form of electricity by running it through metal in his book, Brutus quickly began to assemble the rest of the parts.

After awhile, Brutus had a fully assembled droid in front of him, but there was a problem.

It was a fully assembled, unpowered droid.

For some reason, the rest of the droid could bot draw power from the aetheric battery, and this left its corpse dead and hollow.

Quickly dis-assembling it again, Brutus ran through the parts, pouring over them in intricate detail. He needed to have this project finished before tomorrow, when he would take that mission into the mountains. He was already lucky that it had been pushed back a day already.

He would be out in the wild, and cut off from the rest of society, with no one knowing what he was doing.

A perfect time to test out the projects he had been doing lately.

But if this wouldn't work, then he would be significantly set back.

He continued to pour over the parts, and after several corrective ministrations, he had narrowed the flawed parts down to a few candidates.

Now all he needed to do was correct the dovetail and the incline trajectory of the transmitting harness and the auto-correcting stabilizer, while also fixing the information index and electrical pathways and he would be done.

Finally, he was almost finishe-

"BRUTUS!" The door burst open, revealing Brutus's loving companion. "I've brought you some candy baby!"

'For fuck's sake.'

At this point, Brutus wasn't sure if getting shot was a bad idea after all.

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Bun-Bun sat on the bed she and her boyfriend often shared, watching as her aforementioned boyfriend did whatever he was doing. He had been so absorbed in his projects lately, and he was often writing in that big book of his.

She sighed, the lack of attention her boyfriend was giving was really taking its toll on her mood.

Since she had entered his room, he had ignored her, utterly focused on whatever it was in front of him. He fiddled with the parts, joining them together, linking weird chains, examining glowing bits...

...inserting rods into holes...

..Fingering bits...

...Caressing them with his strong fingers..

Uh oh.

She huffed, her cheeks glowing red and her breath being just a tiny bit faster.

Now she was being ignored AND she had to change her panties.

If Brutus wasn't so focused on his work, surely he'd see how needy she was and he would lavish her with all the attention and praise a queen like hers deserved.

If only he wasn't so focused...

So focused...

"Brutus, Baby?"

"...Yeah?"

Perfect, he was talking in that way that men often do, where they're only paying half attention to what someone says, and they just agree with everything.

"You don't want me to get pregnant right?"

In Brutus's fascinating, but still male mind, he barely registered the words 'Don't' and 'Right?' so his subconscious relegated a response suitable to those two words based on the probability of what sentence they were used in.

"..Right."

"So if there was a way for us to cadoodle without me getting knocked up, that would be great right?"

"...Yeah, that'd be great." He absent-mindedly agreed, too busy with examining an aetheric connector to really pay attention.

"I'm so glad you think so, so when I get out of the shower, and I'm all squeaky clean. I want you to plunge your iron-hard shaft in my big, juicy booty."

Bun-Bun was excited, but also worried. This was it, the final test. The sheer dirtiness of what she had said may be enough to shock him out of his stupor and all that she had said would come rushing back to him.

She desperately hoped he wouldn't notice.

"...Yeah, sure, whatever you want."

He hadn't even spared it a second thought, had he?

She practically exploded off his bed, running up to him and planting one big, wet kiss on his cheek, having to bend down a little due to their height difference.

"Thank you so much babe! I promise I'll be out of the shower real quick!"

"...Do what now?"

He looked shocked, and confused. His face that was always set in a intimidating scowl quickly forming a masterpiece of confusion, then one of shock, then finally a mask of grief as all he had just agreed to came rushing back to him.

"Look, Bun-Bun, as much as I would love to, the work I'm doing here is much too important to really give up for -"

"Upupup." She tittered, wagging her finger in front of him. "You already said, so I'm going to shower, and when I get out."

She pulled him close to her, her tongue snaking out and licking her lips as she eyed him hungrily.

"You, Mr. Pirate, are going to plunder my booty."

A/N:

Huh, Bun-Bun likes butt-stuff. who knew?

I don't know if you guys want me to include lemons in this or not. If yes, let me know, if not, I'll do a timeskip to directly after they do the deed.

Review and fav, my friends!