thereDisclaimer: In the past couple of chapters, I haven't had disclaimers,
but, obviously, the characters you recognise aren't mine. And I have no
possession over America or Japan either, if you couldn't figure that out.
BTW, thanks to the people who reviewed each post: EvErLaSt, Dreamer, trunksgf513 and QOVAD.....
And special thanks to the ones who reviewed each chappy: Saiyan Serpent and pd.....
Harley said that I have no idea where this is heading. Which is basically correct. Lotsa love 'n' stuff to you too, Harley. I think that's about it.....
Ok, ok, now on with the story.....
~Chapter 4~
I missed my period. I wasn't surprised. It's a saiyan/saiyan thing....... Vegeta told me something about it ages ago. Saiyan fuck saiyan equals baby, or something like that. I should be able to work for a few months before my pregnancy begins to show..... aborting this 3/8 saiyan would be impossible. Giving birth without help would be even more so, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. In the meantime, I need to save as much of the money I can get as possible.....
I never thought I could get pregnant, I've taken many risks and managed not to become impregnated that I thought I might be barren. Obviously not. Perhaps the reason I was never impregnated by full humans is because they were either too stoned to do so, or sober enough to use contraception. I guess I was lucky for the times that the man applied to neither category. Why do saiyan men have to be so damned controlled by the instincts of their forefathers? Why do all men have to be so damned controlled by their lower brain*?
But then if they weren't, I'd be 'unemployed'. Not that this is much of a well paying job, but I'm still alive at the moment. That is what counts. I'm alive now, and my life could only get better than it is. Or I could die, but I still cannot ignore my saiyan blood. My desperation to live gave me the strength to fly to the woods to hunt.
The taste of fresh, raw meat, dripping with blood, sparked my saiyan side, and on those nights, I needed to fight. As I had no opponent, I trained alone, practicing my ki attacks and hand to hand combat on the mountains and the jagged boulders. I soon realised my need for blood came once a month, at full moon. Fortunately, I was cautious enough to use the ki suppressor each hunting night, which had surprisingly survived with me, staying in abandoned shelters and storage rooms at the back of some of the brothels I worked for.
Mostly, I worked on my own, getting picked up on the street corners in the slums of the city. When I was lucky, a rich man might come my way, and I managed to scam a generous tip for my services. My few possessions were well hidden in either the places in which I slept, or certain dumpsters which were no longer emptied. I returned to them as often as possibly to ensure their security, but even if, in a rare case, anyone happens to stumble across my belongings, they would consider it worthless. They wouldn't recognise the ki suppressor, and everything else was just a few different outfits. My sparse money was stashed between my breasts if I had any, as I usually had sex clothed, unless on special request. And the only men who request are rich and could pay the price.
My lifestyle had become so different from what it was 5 years ago. But I lived. And my child, swelling my abdomen, will live also.
~
*Trunks POV*
No matter how hard I try, I can't get that girl out of my head....... It's been months, but she has been plaguing my thought ever since. I've tried alcohol, other girls and sedatives, but she's on my mind so much that I can't sleep or concentrate on my work. If it weren't for Bra, Capsule Corp. would collapse. Even with her partying, shopping and hanging out with Marron, she manages to pull CC through the world of hackers, falling exchange rates, corporate competition and computers. She's inherited mum's genius without showing it and has a life. Unlike me.
I don't understand women.
I don't understand how that one girl could dominate my mind the way she does....... I mean, she was just another girl, wasn't she?
~
*No POV*
He watched the girl silently from the shadows as she demanded her pay from a man in a car. She was enchanting. She would be useful. As would be the demi-saiyan she carried, growing in her womb. The man in the car would be of no consequence. Neither would anyone else nearby, but the girl and her unborn child.
~
(A/N *A mans lower brain is, in other words, his gonads.)
~
A.N. Tell me what you think....... flame if you like....... Since I have no idea where this is going, tell me which couples you would like to see....... I'll see if I can fit it in. Also, tell me who you would like me to pair Pan with, or if you want her to end up alone, I'll see what I can do. Oh and another thing, vote on your favourite old evil (eg. Freiza, Cell, Buu, etc.) or for a new evil to be created. I might use it.
~Opal~
BTW, thanks to the people who reviewed each post: EvErLaSt, Dreamer, trunksgf513 and QOVAD.....
And special thanks to the ones who reviewed each chappy: Saiyan Serpent and pd.....
Harley said that I have no idea where this is heading. Which is basically correct. Lotsa love 'n' stuff to you too, Harley. I think that's about it.....
Ok, ok, now on with the story.....
~Chapter 4~
I missed my period. I wasn't surprised. It's a saiyan/saiyan thing....... Vegeta told me something about it ages ago. Saiyan fuck saiyan equals baby, or something like that. I should be able to work for a few months before my pregnancy begins to show..... aborting this 3/8 saiyan would be impossible. Giving birth without help would be even more so, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. In the meantime, I need to save as much of the money I can get as possible.....
I never thought I could get pregnant, I've taken many risks and managed not to become impregnated that I thought I might be barren. Obviously not. Perhaps the reason I was never impregnated by full humans is because they were either too stoned to do so, or sober enough to use contraception. I guess I was lucky for the times that the man applied to neither category. Why do saiyan men have to be so damned controlled by the instincts of their forefathers? Why do all men have to be so damned controlled by their lower brain*?
But then if they weren't, I'd be 'unemployed'. Not that this is much of a well paying job, but I'm still alive at the moment. That is what counts. I'm alive now, and my life could only get better than it is. Or I could die, but I still cannot ignore my saiyan blood. My desperation to live gave me the strength to fly to the woods to hunt.
The taste of fresh, raw meat, dripping with blood, sparked my saiyan side, and on those nights, I needed to fight. As I had no opponent, I trained alone, practicing my ki attacks and hand to hand combat on the mountains and the jagged boulders. I soon realised my need for blood came once a month, at full moon. Fortunately, I was cautious enough to use the ki suppressor each hunting night, which had surprisingly survived with me, staying in abandoned shelters and storage rooms at the back of some of the brothels I worked for.
Mostly, I worked on my own, getting picked up on the street corners in the slums of the city. When I was lucky, a rich man might come my way, and I managed to scam a generous tip for my services. My few possessions were well hidden in either the places in which I slept, or certain dumpsters which were no longer emptied. I returned to them as often as possibly to ensure their security, but even if, in a rare case, anyone happens to stumble across my belongings, they would consider it worthless. They wouldn't recognise the ki suppressor, and everything else was just a few different outfits. My sparse money was stashed between my breasts if I had any, as I usually had sex clothed, unless on special request. And the only men who request are rich and could pay the price.
My lifestyle had become so different from what it was 5 years ago. But I lived. And my child, swelling my abdomen, will live also.
~
*Trunks POV*
No matter how hard I try, I can't get that girl out of my head....... It's been months, but she has been plaguing my thought ever since. I've tried alcohol, other girls and sedatives, but she's on my mind so much that I can't sleep or concentrate on my work. If it weren't for Bra, Capsule Corp. would collapse. Even with her partying, shopping and hanging out with Marron, she manages to pull CC through the world of hackers, falling exchange rates, corporate competition and computers. She's inherited mum's genius without showing it and has a life. Unlike me.
I don't understand women.
I don't understand how that one girl could dominate my mind the way she does....... I mean, she was just another girl, wasn't she?
~
*No POV*
He watched the girl silently from the shadows as she demanded her pay from a man in a car. She was enchanting. She would be useful. As would be the demi-saiyan she carried, growing in her womb. The man in the car would be of no consequence. Neither would anyone else nearby, but the girl and her unborn child.
~
(A/N *A mans lower brain is, in other words, his gonads.)
~
A.N. Tell me what you think....... flame if you like....... Since I have no idea where this is going, tell me which couples you would like to see....... I'll see if I can fit it in. Also, tell me who you would like me to pair Pan with, or if you want her to end up alone, I'll see what I can do. Oh and another thing, vote on your favourite old evil (eg. Freiza, Cell, Buu, etc.) or for a new evil to be created. I might use it.
~Opal~