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This is the second chapter of my story "Loveless Solitude". This is through Cerberus' POV. I consider it a side-story to Flam-chan's "For the Love of Death", based on "The Abduction of Persephone" by Homer. Flam-chan, if you come across this chapter, please don't keep me in suspense any longer. I want to see what happens next in your story if you haven't updated it already.
Chapter 2
Cerberus stared at Yamcha in contempt as he, along with his master, listened to his story about his intimate encounter with the goddess Bulma. What an arrogant, ignorant fool he was. To think that he would be able to have her all to himself was foolish on his part. Cerberus knew no man could ever have Bulma as his own, not with a very overprotective mother like Demeter.
He could detect the ignorance and arrogance in Yamcha's soul ever since he constantly called for his presence as his master's patience was wearing thin. Cerberus had the urge to pounce on him and drag him back to the palace.
He had to admit that this foolish mortal's story intrigued him as it intrigued his master Vegeta. It would be nice for Vegeta to have a companion, someone to share his desires with, someone to understand him, someone who would love him as he would love her. No one in the Underworld was capable of understanding him; not the souls who dwelled in his kingdom as they became clueless of their lives as they entered it, the beasts who protected his kingdom, or the judges who delighted in tormenting those souls who begged for mercy.
Cerberus had a different kind of love for Vegeta even though he appeared to be a fearsome beast incapable of any emotion other than anger. It was the kind of love that a pet would show for its master. He wanted to see his master happy. There was so much he himself could do for his master. The only way he could please him was to follow his orders quickly and diligently.
Lately, he detected a sense of loneliness from his master and he started to become concerned for him. The palace was getting too quiet. It had become such a lonely place despite those souls writhing in the floor with guilt and regret.
Cerberus started to wonder what it would be like with Bulma as Vegeta's bride. He was beginning to like the idea. And what of this mortal kneeling before him? What would become of him when he completed his task? He could see Yamcha already starting to hesitate before him. Perhaps he still loved her. He had reluctantly agreed to do what he was asked as he left the palace. Yamcha could see her again, but he would never have her. He could almost pity the poor mortal although he got what he deserved. That fool should have known better than to anger Demeter.
Like all the goddesses on Olympus, Cerberus thought Bulma must be quite beautiful though he has never set foot outside the Underworld. He heard the stories about his master's sisters and brothers. Chichi, being married to Kakkarot as well as being the goddess of marriage and queen of the gods, was always angry when she learned of his constant affairs with mortal women, other goddesses and nymphs. The mortal women he had slept with were always met with some form of punishment since she could not take her anger on her dim-witted husband.
Demeter was very domineering as the goddess of the harvest, having command over Helios and Serene as well as all the plants and flowers. She was very protective of her daughter Bulma. No man could ever touch her, not even look at her with lust. Any man who did so was punished by death and sent to the Underworld with pain, sorrow, and the knowledge of what he had done.
Hestia was a different story altogether. She was the goddess of the hearth and the first-born of all the Olympian gods. Not once had she ever set foot outside the palace of Olympus. Unlike her sisters, she was very tolerant and very patient, having respect for the other gods.
His brothers were a totally different story altogether. Nappa, the god of the sea, had no respect for anyone other than himself. If he could, he would have Kakkarot wrapped around his finger.
Kakkarot was the dim-witted god of lightning and the king of the gods. He held banquets on Olympus almost every night. If he didn't do that, he would end up sleeping with a woman other his wife. One woman in particular was his sister Demeter. The product of this affair was the object of his master's desire; Bulma, the goddess of the spring. His master was right. Kakkarot didn't know what he had sometimes.
It must be time for the banquet on Olympus. Vegeta should start getting ready soon. Knowing him, he was planning on some kind of punishment for Yamcha when he completed his task and setting his sights on the goddess Bulma at the same time.
It was time for Cerberus to retire as well. He closed all six of his eyes and went to sleep, dreaming of Vegeta starting a new life with the lovely goddess Bulma.
End
It's not my best but this is what I could come in one day. Now, I could continue working on my lemon. I'm not telling you which couple it's about. The surprise may shock you. Bye for now. ^_^
This is the second chapter of my story "Loveless Solitude". This is through Cerberus' POV. I consider it a side-story to Flam-chan's "For the Love of Death", based on "The Abduction of Persephone" by Homer. Flam-chan, if you come across this chapter, please don't keep me in suspense any longer. I want to see what happens next in your story if you haven't updated it already.
Chapter 2
Cerberus stared at Yamcha in contempt as he, along with his master, listened to his story about his intimate encounter with the goddess Bulma. What an arrogant, ignorant fool he was. To think that he would be able to have her all to himself was foolish on his part. Cerberus knew no man could ever have Bulma as his own, not with a very overprotective mother like Demeter.
He could detect the ignorance and arrogance in Yamcha's soul ever since he constantly called for his presence as his master's patience was wearing thin. Cerberus had the urge to pounce on him and drag him back to the palace.
He had to admit that this foolish mortal's story intrigued him as it intrigued his master Vegeta. It would be nice for Vegeta to have a companion, someone to share his desires with, someone to understand him, someone who would love him as he would love her. No one in the Underworld was capable of understanding him; not the souls who dwelled in his kingdom as they became clueless of their lives as they entered it, the beasts who protected his kingdom, or the judges who delighted in tormenting those souls who begged for mercy.
Cerberus had a different kind of love for Vegeta even though he appeared to be a fearsome beast incapable of any emotion other than anger. It was the kind of love that a pet would show for its master. He wanted to see his master happy. There was so much he himself could do for his master. The only way he could please him was to follow his orders quickly and diligently.
Lately, he detected a sense of loneliness from his master and he started to become concerned for him. The palace was getting too quiet. It had become such a lonely place despite those souls writhing in the floor with guilt and regret.
Cerberus started to wonder what it would be like with Bulma as Vegeta's bride. He was beginning to like the idea. And what of this mortal kneeling before him? What would become of him when he completed his task? He could see Yamcha already starting to hesitate before him. Perhaps he still loved her. He had reluctantly agreed to do what he was asked as he left the palace. Yamcha could see her again, but he would never have her. He could almost pity the poor mortal although he got what he deserved. That fool should have known better than to anger Demeter.
Like all the goddesses on Olympus, Cerberus thought Bulma must be quite beautiful though he has never set foot outside the Underworld. He heard the stories about his master's sisters and brothers. Chichi, being married to Kakkarot as well as being the goddess of marriage and queen of the gods, was always angry when she learned of his constant affairs with mortal women, other goddesses and nymphs. The mortal women he had slept with were always met with some form of punishment since she could not take her anger on her dim-witted husband.
Demeter was very domineering as the goddess of the harvest, having command over Helios and Serene as well as all the plants and flowers. She was very protective of her daughter Bulma. No man could ever touch her, not even look at her with lust. Any man who did so was punished by death and sent to the Underworld with pain, sorrow, and the knowledge of what he had done.
Hestia was a different story altogether. She was the goddess of the hearth and the first-born of all the Olympian gods. Not once had she ever set foot outside the palace of Olympus. Unlike her sisters, she was very tolerant and very patient, having respect for the other gods.
His brothers were a totally different story altogether. Nappa, the god of the sea, had no respect for anyone other than himself. If he could, he would have Kakkarot wrapped around his finger.
Kakkarot was the dim-witted god of lightning and the king of the gods. He held banquets on Olympus almost every night. If he didn't do that, he would end up sleeping with a woman other his wife. One woman in particular was his sister Demeter. The product of this affair was the object of his master's desire; Bulma, the goddess of the spring. His master was right. Kakkarot didn't know what he had sometimes.
It must be time for the banquet on Olympus. Vegeta should start getting ready soon. Knowing him, he was planning on some kind of punishment for Yamcha when he completed his task and setting his sights on the goddess Bulma at the same time.
It was time for Cerberus to retire as well. He closed all six of his eyes and went to sleep, dreaming of Vegeta starting a new life with the lovely goddess Bulma.
End
It's not my best but this is what I could come in one day. Now, I could continue working on my lemon. I'm not telling you which couple it's about. The surprise may shock you. Bye for now. ^_^