Larania's REALLY bad morning
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama, not me, and I make no money from this at all.
Notes: Dedicated to the loonies in SS chat, and For-chan for suggesting the name, and to all the other crazies who encouraged this.
Larania had no idea how she'd gotten out there. Of course, that didn't really matter- she'd not known where she was for about two hundred years. She was well equipped to handle that.
What had been the problem was that she'd been unable to find any large prey animals for the past several weeks, which had left her past hungry and going into blood craze.
She'd been in luck- fate had dumped her someplace where a herd of dinosaurs were roaming. Diving and hitting one had been easy- they were a fat and lazy herd. Its neck had broken instantly, and she'd started to gorge on the steaming flesh, ravening hungrily.
Larania had not even taken the time to breath much, gasping as she gulped the meat down, swallowing hunks of skin and entrails along with the meat, cracking the bone and sucking marrow, before eating the bone as well.
The dinosaur, a triceratops, had been much larger than her usual prey, and she'd stripped the entire carcass, filling herself so quickly her metabolism barely had time to adjust. While she didn't throw up, she did suddenly become extremely sleepy. Yawning hugely, she stretched out in the sun, and was soon asleep.
The rest of the night was a blur; only hazy flashes of more hunting, only different prey this time, and the thrill of the stalk. Then the scent she'd been longing for unknowingly, and her youthful hormones went into overdrive.
Intellectually, she'd known as she aged, that she'd get close to her first heat as a dragon, but she'd been so used to the discomfort of human menstruation that she'd had been blown away by the sheer force of it. Her forebrain had gone to sleep, and there had been nothing but a rutting reptile left.
The dragons that Larania was descended from thought, and knew this was coming, and planned for it. She had no such precautions taken.
So, when she woke up to a guy who smelled a LOT like a dragon…
"HOLY SHIT! What the hell did I do last night?" she yelled, looking at the green man in front of her… damn hot green man, but still, she had no idea who he was!
"You, YOU are the dragon that fucked me last night?" he roared back, his eyes bulging from his head.
"You aren't a dragon," she heard herself say, feeling oddly disappointed. "But you smelled like one. What happened?"
She cringed when she remembered what he'd said…
"What the hell were you doing, pinning me?"
He was in her face, and she scrambled backwards, getting out of his way.
"I HAVE NO IDEA!" she yelled back," I just remember… not much…"
Putting her head in her hands, she did some rapid guestimating on her age…
Then she sprang up," Dammit, I haven't been keeping track, stupid, stupid STUPID!" she yelled, and ran off into the woods, not believing she had let this happen.
She charged off, following her own scent trail to where she had left her kill, hoping that her packs would still be there. The whole while she was berating herself for letting herself forget something as simple as her own age- she vividly remembered the mating flights she's seen.
It didn't take long for the effects of the previous night to catch up with her. Pitching forward, she groaned softly at the unexpected pain between her legs. Then a snarl caught up with her.
Craning her neck, she looked up at the green guy from earlier- someone whom she was really wanting to forget and get on with her life. Somewhere he'd gotten another set of intact clothes, complete with white cape.
She sighed, the absurd thought crossing her mind… "If I had to have sex with you, why couldn't I have least remembered it?"
This stopped him cold for a moment, but only for a moment. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.
"Okay, who are you, and what the hell gives you the right to have done that to me?" he shouted in her face, and she winced, because he'd sprayed her with spit.
"Larania! And I don't know what the hell happened last night! I'M SORRY, OKAY??" she yelled back. "Will you let me go so I can go wash? I feel sick," she muttered, closing her eyes against nausea. She felt like hell right then.
The man holding her up was looking her over- she could feel the weight of his gaze on her scales. Opening her own to see his expression, she was faintly shocked to see he was… blushing?
"What do you mean, you don't know? The fact that you pretty much raped me is not in question," he growled low in his throat, and if the situation had been different she would have laughed.
"I SAID I don't know! When I got here, I was starving, so I went hunting. I remember falling asleep, then- only flashes. And smelling another dragon. WHY do you smell like a dragon?" she hissed, and wiggled, trying to get loose. "I advise you let me go," she snarled. "I am about to throw up- you do NOT want to be in the way."
Abruptly she was dropped, and she scuttled over behind a rock before her belly rebelled.
"Why are you bleeding?" he asked, as she felt his hand touch the back of her thighs, and she lashed out with one of her talons. He jerked out of the way- he was much faster than she was, especially then.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she yipped, wiping her hand over mouth, after she'd finished heaving.
"Why… Larania… are you bleeding?" he asked again, his eyes boring into hers.
"Why?" she said, starting to laugh hysterically. "I was a two hundred year old virgin before last night, I can't even remember loosing that, to a green alien, who tells me I raped him. In dragon form, apparently. I have NO Goddess damned clue where I am, I am sitting here naked, realizing that I must have gone into heat, because that was the only reason I'd do something like that, and explaining it to a green person who smells like a dragon!"
"My name is Piccolo," the green person said stiffly.
"Nice to meet you Piccolo. I'd shake your hand, but we seem to be a bit beyond that point, now, aren't we?" she continued to laugh, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shook.
Apparently Piccolo was finally getting the idea that this person was not some kind of weirdo who went around raping unsuspecting Nameks.
"You look like hell," he said, and once again grabbed her arm, and hauled her to her feet. "There is a stream nearby. You can clean up there."
Larania nodded mutely, wincing as she slowly followed him.
"I need to see if I left my packs at my kill," she said absently, as he paced through the undergrowth. He looked at her over his shoulder.
"What direction?" he asked, and stopped when they hit a cheerfully babbling brook.
Larania pointed, and gasped when he took to the air. Shaking her head in wonder, she turned back to the water, and plunged in.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Piccolo found the remains of a large animal that had obviously been eaten. Beside it, oddly enough, was a large canvas satchel, and a glaive. Blinking, he picked them both up, and returned to the stream where he had left Larania.
His mind was whirling from what had happened. The woman had revealed… well, that she was a LOT older than he'd thought, that she hadn't been in control of her actions, and that he'd been forced by a thinking being, who was as much a victim, in a way, of biology as he was of her attentions.
Add in the fact that she was rather pretty… He started to feel for her. Silently he cursed the emotions instilled in him by Gohan and Goku that made him feel compassion, and the fusions with Neru and Kami.
"Dammit," he muttered, feeling blood start to rush to his groin. That she ran around in nothing but scales hadn't helped, either.
"I smell like a dragon?" he muttered as he flew back, thinking. "Because of Shen Lon, maybe?"
He shrugged. He knew now that she hadn't picked him out through conscious choice, that was something.
Piccolo dropped to the ground, hearing a lot of splashing, and saw Larania come up from beneath the water. Her eyes widened as she watched his decent.
"How do you fly without wings?" she asked softly and Piccolo had to suddenly pinch his nose. Her armor was gone, like it had never been, leaving skin that was pale as milk.
Apparently she had realized how far out of the water she'd come, and ducked back beneath it. Tossing her bag on the ground, Piccolo whirled around, squeezing his eyes shut, listening as she emerged from the chilly water.
It was mid Fall, meaning it was just starting to get really nippy outside, and he heard her shivering with a soft 'brrrr' coming from her lips.
"You can turn around now," he heard, and he did, seeing that she had pulled on a pair of loose pants, which were tucked into boots that came over the knee. A lighter shirt was tucked into her pants, under a tabard like vest, with an odd cut. She also looked completely human.
His jaw went loose as he saw that. Walking up to her, he grabbed her chin and forced her face up. Her skin was completely denuded of scales, bluish from the cold. Now that he could see it clearly, it was a harsh face, with a long, strong nose, angled eyes, and high cheekbones. While young, lines of bitter experience creased it, making her look much older.
She mumbled something. Piccolo realized that she couldn't talk with him holding her jaw…
"There is nothing fascinating about my nose. Let me go."
Piccolo dropped her chin, but still stared at her. She dropped her eyes first.
"I'll apologize as many times as you want me to," she said softly. "I don't remember anything of what happened. I can tell you what I THINK happened, if you'll hear it, but they would just be excuses."
Piccolo glared even harder, then nodded, and crossed his legs, sitting in midair.
Larania's eyes started to bug out at that… then shrugged and started to speak.
"Like I said, my name is Larania, Larania Drake. I'm half human, half dragon. I lived as a human for the first part of my life, not knowing about being a dragon. That has nothing really do to with this," she said, and rubbed her hands together. "To the meat of the matter- I have been lost for a long time, and lost track of how old my dragon body was. It's a juvenile- my human body aged to this point, and stopped, letting my other half catch up, at least that is what I think happened… Well, part of the mating ritual is that the female goes without food for a long time, then the male brings her food to gorge on. This lets her body know its time to start making eggs. I had not been anywhere with hunting enough to sustain me- or even to scavenge in human form. I got here, and have no idea where HERE is. I hope this isn't that place with the giant robots or little monster… if ANYONE throws one of those stupid little red and white spheres at me AGAIN I'll loose it…"
Piccolo cleared his throat, annoyed. This person sounded a few bricks shy of a load already.
She caught his annoyance and grunted. "Well- its usually highly controlled among dragons, a rite of passage, as it where. A female is not an adult until she has lain her first clutch. I guess now I know how much is ritual and how much is necessary."
Piccolo hit the ground with a thump as she said that.
"CLUTCH?" he yelled, going pale, then purple with fury.
Then he saw Larania's face.
It was paler then his own, as she realized herself what she had said. Then she shuddered violently, and pulled her knees to her chest, and seemed to curl in on herself.
"This isn't happening," she whispered, shaking.
Piccolo was blank. What was he supposed to do about it?
"Larania- I can take you somewhere to see if you are pregnant," he told her, but she didn't hear him. She was just staring out into space, a look of absolute terror on her face.
"Larania?" he asked, shaking her.
Still, nothing.
Annoyed, he shook harder, but she didn't do anything, resist, or acknowledge him there. A sudden, sick feeling struck him in the stomach, and he picked her up.
Dende better know what was wrong with her, or he'd find out.
To be continued!
