Disclaimer: If you know it, to my greatest horror, I unfortunately don't
own it. If you don't know it, it's either mine or you've just escaped
solitary imprisonment and never seen DragonBall/Z/GT before.
I'm feeling intellectual as I write this coz I'm 'sick' and staying home from school, the only way I can get the time to write this..... You might want to get a dictionary handy if you don't know what superfluous means. BTW, some other words are just obscene.
QOVAD, 'Mephisto' said his power was over 700 million, not 70 million.
Well, lookie that! Pan's POV again!
And here it is, another of my notoriously short chapters-
~Chapter 6~
'Mephisto', or whatever his name is, kept his promise. With him, I am well clothed, well fed and we resided in an enormous Japanese style mansion in the mountains. His superfluous servants waited on me hand and foot to my every whim, though whether they were servants or slaves was beyond my knowledge.
The bump in my abdomen swelled healthily, thanks to the food supply that could quell even Goku oji-san's appetite, and I knew my son would be born a strong warrior. I had no doubt that my child would be male, his ki was already pulsing with distinct masculinity. When he is born, he will dedicate himself to the martial arts without protest due to his breeding. When he is born, I will be 'Mephisto's' concubine, and my son, his heir.
'Mephisto', as he claimed, was indeed strong. His power rivalled that of a saiyan even without powering up. I knew from the first time I watched him train that he wasn't human. His race to me was unknown, though he could be a saiyan survivor.
My grandfather was lucky enough to be sent off Vegetasei, why not others? If I do not eventually find out, I could ask Vegeta if I ever see him again. When I was younger, I used to think his interplanetary knowledge was limitless, and I hardly doubt that now. After much mental revision of what he had taught me so many years ago, I remembered that when two demi-saiyans of different genders mate, and it is the first time for both with another demi-saiyan, no matter what precautions are taken in contraception, a child will be made.
This thought somehow gave me amusement, knowing that Trunks had not fucked Bra, and if Goten was to fuck Bra without giving her a child, either he would have to fuck me or Trunks to fuck her. Vegeta said nothing about the effects of incest on this breeding rule.
According to him, saiyans had interbred with other races before, and the demi-saiyans virgin to their own kind would, like me, find themselves with child, or as a father to one. If this was to happed to my son, it could only happen as incest with a cousin, aunt or half-sister.
How disturbing.
~
*Vegeta's POV*
The woman was raving on again, blaming me for being self-centred, obnoxious, etc. I zoned out, having heard it all before, and concentrated on the 'food' she had prepared. Some was burnt, some undercooked, but averaged out, it was almost edible and I was not picky as I was hungry from training. At times like these, I almost envied Kakarot for the mate he had. Almost. Her meals were preferable to Bulma's, and she could cook vast amounts in record time. However, Kakarot's mate was extremely fearsome if she is upset in any way.
I would never call Bulma by name. If I did, she would mistake this for affection and start bawling with gratitude and her overworked Chikyu-jin emotion. I cannot stand the strength of her vocal cords. At the moment, I caught certain words and phrases stamped into my head with their consistency. "Insensitive..... slave-driving..... heartless..... bastard....." I've heard it all before, and she still doesn't seem to realise her constant berating has no effect, whatsoever.
Our offspring are more bastardous than I am. The King and Queen were bonded before my birth, and there was a ritual ceremony where he nipped her nose, and she his chin. A joyous feast took place in the palace acknowledging their bond. I never bonded to Bulma, and we never had the human ceremony she referred to as a 'wedding', the Chikyu-sei equivalent of the saiyan ritual, with or without a bond.
To me, the woman was only the mother of the prince and princess of saiyans, and a sex toy I once had, but no more.
~
*Bulma's POV*
I can't get him to answer me..... I know he's not listening. As each day passed, he grows further and further away from my grasp. We haven't made love in ages. I don't know how or when I fell in and out of love with him, or if I ever did, and he probably never loved me before. Sure, he died for me once, but that was only to raise his prince. His heir.
When he died, Trunks, being the oldest and only Vegeta left, was titled king until Vegeta's revival. The title didn't give him any responsibilities, but the thought of my eight year old son as the ruler of a race frightened me, dead race as it may be.
Vegeta is still a mystery to me. I was infatuated with this man. No. He wasn't a man, but a saiyan. I left my loving boyfriend Yamcha, for this alien who had originally come to destroy Earth.
Why? Why did I have to do that? Yamcha and I loved each other, and I gave him up for this bastard I now had to 'provide' for. Vegeta.
I've made love to him, but he has never made love to me. To him, I was only a womb and a cunt. An object he used for pleasure and reproduction.
~
*Vegeta's POV*
The woman finally gave up and retreated to her bedchambers. As I had finished my snack, I decided to check up on Kakarot's grandbrat. I knew she was hiding from her family. She had every right to. A person with her blood shouldn't have been treated as she was - forced to study, treated like a child when she was ready to be freed, denied a stronger sparring partner.
Her father had faced a similar problem when he was very young, but I was not around when he was idle. He fought powerful foes so he was able to release his power before puberty, and stay powerful after the first barrier. Everyone who knew about the saiyan race presumed that the first barrier was to SSJ, but before that, a power surge must be released to allow the saiyan to become a warrior.
For those who had inhabited Vegetasei, this power surge was released very early on in a child's life, almost immediately after birth for some due to the lack of hospital facilities on Vegetasei like the ones here on Chikyu- sei, or that we were a people of fighting and war. Since Earth had been relatively peaceful, and no-one wanted to properly train Pan for the fear of her participating in battles, she was denied the power surge, and the energy was locked inside her, with no passage out.
Because of this, her need to be away from her family grew. Unbeknownst to her, and everyone else, I kept track of her as often as I could. She was, after all, one of the last of the dying saiyan race, and half of our female population. Fortunately, I was focused on her when she changed her ki, and I memorised her new ki signature.
I felt a powerful force near her, and I realised that this tremendous power radiated from a living being. Although it was miniscule in comparison to the powers I have experienced, it could not have emanated from a mere human.
I know Pan had been with my brat months ago, and that she carried his child. My baka son didn't have a clue.
This child, a boy, will be the heir to the saiyan throne.
~
A.N. I'm so sorry, B/V fans, I have nothing against them, but let's break them up for once? Just for my ficcy? Kay? Review/Flame. Right now, the minimal votes I've received are edging towards Brolli, so if you have any objection, or if you have a better idea, speak now or forever hold your peace. ^_~
~Opal~
I'm feeling intellectual as I write this coz I'm 'sick' and staying home from school, the only way I can get the time to write this..... You might want to get a dictionary handy if you don't know what superfluous means. BTW, some other words are just obscene.
QOVAD, 'Mephisto' said his power was over 700 million, not 70 million.
Well, lookie that! Pan's POV again!
And here it is, another of my notoriously short chapters-
~Chapter 6~
'Mephisto', or whatever his name is, kept his promise. With him, I am well clothed, well fed and we resided in an enormous Japanese style mansion in the mountains. His superfluous servants waited on me hand and foot to my every whim, though whether they were servants or slaves was beyond my knowledge.
The bump in my abdomen swelled healthily, thanks to the food supply that could quell even Goku oji-san's appetite, and I knew my son would be born a strong warrior. I had no doubt that my child would be male, his ki was already pulsing with distinct masculinity. When he is born, he will dedicate himself to the martial arts without protest due to his breeding. When he is born, I will be 'Mephisto's' concubine, and my son, his heir.
'Mephisto', as he claimed, was indeed strong. His power rivalled that of a saiyan even without powering up. I knew from the first time I watched him train that he wasn't human. His race to me was unknown, though he could be a saiyan survivor.
My grandfather was lucky enough to be sent off Vegetasei, why not others? If I do not eventually find out, I could ask Vegeta if I ever see him again. When I was younger, I used to think his interplanetary knowledge was limitless, and I hardly doubt that now. After much mental revision of what he had taught me so many years ago, I remembered that when two demi-saiyans of different genders mate, and it is the first time for both with another demi-saiyan, no matter what precautions are taken in contraception, a child will be made.
This thought somehow gave me amusement, knowing that Trunks had not fucked Bra, and if Goten was to fuck Bra without giving her a child, either he would have to fuck me or Trunks to fuck her. Vegeta said nothing about the effects of incest on this breeding rule.
According to him, saiyans had interbred with other races before, and the demi-saiyans virgin to their own kind would, like me, find themselves with child, or as a father to one. If this was to happed to my son, it could only happen as incest with a cousin, aunt or half-sister.
How disturbing.
~
*Vegeta's POV*
The woman was raving on again, blaming me for being self-centred, obnoxious, etc. I zoned out, having heard it all before, and concentrated on the 'food' she had prepared. Some was burnt, some undercooked, but averaged out, it was almost edible and I was not picky as I was hungry from training. At times like these, I almost envied Kakarot for the mate he had. Almost. Her meals were preferable to Bulma's, and she could cook vast amounts in record time. However, Kakarot's mate was extremely fearsome if she is upset in any way.
I would never call Bulma by name. If I did, she would mistake this for affection and start bawling with gratitude and her overworked Chikyu-jin emotion. I cannot stand the strength of her vocal cords. At the moment, I caught certain words and phrases stamped into my head with their consistency. "Insensitive..... slave-driving..... heartless..... bastard....." I've heard it all before, and she still doesn't seem to realise her constant berating has no effect, whatsoever.
Our offspring are more bastardous than I am. The King and Queen were bonded before my birth, and there was a ritual ceremony where he nipped her nose, and she his chin. A joyous feast took place in the palace acknowledging their bond. I never bonded to Bulma, and we never had the human ceremony she referred to as a 'wedding', the Chikyu-sei equivalent of the saiyan ritual, with or without a bond.
To me, the woman was only the mother of the prince and princess of saiyans, and a sex toy I once had, but no more.
~
*Bulma's POV*
I can't get him to answer me..... I know he's not listening. As each day passed, he grows further and further away from my grasp. We haven't made love in ages. I don't know how or when I fell in and out of love with him, or if I ever did, and he probably never loved me before. Sure, he died for me once, but that was only to raise his prince. His heir.
When he died, Trunks, being the oldest and only Vegeta left, was titled king until Vegeta's revival. The title didn't give him any responsibilities, but the thought of my eight year old son as the ruler of a race frightened me, dead race as it may be.
Vegeta is still a mystery to me. I was infatuated with this man. No. He wasn't a man, but a saiyan. I left my loving boyfriend Yamcha, for this alien who had originally come to destroy Earth.
Why? Why did I have to do that? Yamcha and I loved each other, and I gave him up for this bastard I now had to 'provide' for. Vegeta.
I've made love to him, but he has never made love to me. To him, I was only a womb and a cunt. An object he used for pleasure and reproduction.
~
*Vegeta's POV*
The woman finally gave up and retreated to her bedchambers. As I had finished my snack, I decided to check up on Kakarot's grandbrat. I knew she was hiding from her family. She had every right to. A person with her blood shouldn't have been treated as she was - forced to study, treated like a child when she was ready to be freed, denied a stronger sparring partner.
Her father had faced a similar problem when he was very young, but I was not around when he was idle. He fought powerful foes so he was able to release his power before puberty, and stay powerful after the first barrier. Everyone who knew about the saiyan race presumed that the first barrier was to SSJ, but before that, a power surge must be released to allow the saiyan to become a warrior.
For those who had inhabited Vegetasei, this power surge was released very early on in a child's life, almost immediately after birth for some due to the lack of hospital facilities on Vegetasei like the ones here on Chikyu- sei, or that we were a people of fighting and war. Since Earth had been relatively peaceful, and no-one wanted to properly train Pan for the fear of her participating in battles, she was denied the power surge, and the energy was locked inside her, with no passage out.
Because of this, her need to be away from her family grew. Unbeknownst to her, and everyone else, I kept track of her as often as I could. She was, after all, one of the last of the dying saiyan race, and half of our female population. Fortunately, I was focused on her when she changed her ki, and I memorised her new ki signature.
I felt a powerful force near her, and I realised that this tremendous power radiated from a living being. Although it was miniscule in comparison to the powers I have experienced, it could not have emanated from a mere human.
I know Pan had been with my brat months ago, and that she carried his child. My baka son didn't have a clue.
This child, a boy, will be the heir to the saiyan throne.
~
A.N. I'm so sorry, B/V fans, I have nothing against them, but let's break them up for once? Just for my ficcy? Kay? Review/Flame. Right now, the minimal votes I've received are edging towards Brolli, so if you have any objection, or if you have a better idea, speak now or forever hold your peace. ^_~
~Opal~