Momma's Girl III
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z does not belong to me, and I make no money from this work of fanfiction.
Two warriors split the air with their battling. One green, obviously alien to that world, and the other, looking like a well muscled, handsome man with raven hair.
"Think we did the right thing, telling her?" wheezed Gohan, dodging another blow from his mate.
"We did the only thing we could," he answered, kicking his husband in the gut sending him spinning away.
"You sure? I mean, we could have lied, made something up..." He trailed off, as his wife crossed his eyes at him.
"Right, that girl can smell a lie from across a country. You really think we could have gotten away with it? We don't lie to her... and we could really stand to continue her training."
"How do we do that?" Gohan snarled, powering up to SSJ and attacking again. "We promised mom she'd be away from all that stuff!"
Piccolo dodged with difficulty. His mate in a rage was not an easy thing to handle.
"We are going to let Imp tell her grandmother. If it wasn't really our idea in the first place, we can hardly be to blame, can - OOOMPH!" he grimaced, going limp as he was grabbed in a bear hug.
There was no way out- he was exhausted, energy wise from their fighting, and both knew it.
So Piccolo used a surprise tactic.
He kissed Gohan, deeply and passionately, and suddenly the arms holding him went limp as noodles.
The result was Piccolo getting in a good uppercut, slamming his mate to the ground, where he followed, and pinned him, looking at him evilly, like a wolf pouncing on a helpless fawn.
Gohan's clothes went the way of the dodo.
Gohan's body was being worshipped like it was a holy relic, and he woke up just in time to see Piccolo kissing him all over. Gohan's eyes fixed on his erection being swallowed whole by his lover.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, shock and pleasure making him arch, and the adrenaline of their previous battle combined with his mate's amazingly gentle ministrations to make him cum almost immediately.
"You… are evil, koi," Gohan croaked, voice hoarse from screaming.
Piccolo answered with a chuckle. "Of course I am. But you knew that anyway… Let's get home before Imp gets worried."
Gohan smiled, and started to get his clothes back on, seeing Piccolo shift forms to Clarinet. "You know, I never thought I could imagine you being domestic…"
Gohan was abruptly smacked with a shoe.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You aren't pregnant again," said Gohan as they walked up the stairs to their home. "But why do you want another child?"
Clarinet looked at him and sighed. "Call it maternal instinct- but I miss having a baby to cuddle. I still love Imp, but she's about ready to start her serious training- should have years ago, actually. I just…" her arms made a cradling motion…
Gohan silently wondered at his mate's thinking, and smiled. Kissing her gently he nodded, and they were to their front door.
The kiss slowly heated up, becoming more and more frantic, hands moving over the cloth of their garments until-
"Hi, Mom, Dad!" said Imp, opening the door.
They stared at her, and Imp grinned. "Getting an early start on my little brother or sister?" she said innocently, and opened the door for them to come in. Clair straightened her clothes without thinking and headed to the phone. "No, Imp-chan, just," she coughed and hurriedly flipped through an old address book.
Imp just shook her head and laughed, but yelped when her father grabbed her by the ear and started to drag her somewhere.
"We've trained, now it's your turn, young lady!"
"AHHH!" Imp yelled, pretending to struggle, and giggled when her doting papa tossed her over his shoulder.
"Bye, dear!"
~*~*~*~*~
Imp didn't hear her mother start to talking, and setting up the meeting. Most everyone, with the exception of Vegeta and 17, were for it. Though Chichi immediately started fussing about preparations, which surprised her daughter in law, and Bulma had sent out orders for food.
It was set- the party would be at Capsule Corp, and everyone that could, would come.
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, Clair thought through her options. Imp was still expressing her interest in meeting Piccolo.
She could easily switch back and forth, but it would get tiring after a while, and keeping herself as two different people could get bothersome. There were too many chances to slip up. Piccolo could just not show up; however, considering that was more or less what Imp wanted, she really didn't think she could refuse her daughter. Besides, she'd been aching to tell her for years…
What could she do? It wasn't like she could…
She smacked herself on the forehead. "Duh… I CAN be in two places at once…"
~*~*~*~*~
Imp watched the approaching, massive yellow building as they drove in their tiny air car, and wondered why she kept thinking of M&Ms.
When her parents had announced that they were going to have a family get together to introduce Imp to the Z senshi, Imp had nearly danced for joy. Finally some of those odd questions that had been cropping up for years would get answered!
Driving up to the arched doorway, her father parked the car like he came there often, and Imp bounced out, looking around, promptly lost her balance, and dumped herself on the pavement.
"OUCH!' She yelled, and looked at her skinned knees. "Crap, crap, crap…"
Growling softly, she attempted to get to her feet, and felt a hand cup her elbow, helping her regain her balance.
"Thanks Mom," she said absently, and turned her head to look up at her…
And looked up, and up…
Into a green face, which was looking down at her with amusement.
Imp was speechless for a moment, then blurted the first thing in her mind:
"Hey, I saw a video about you!"
To be continued!
Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z does not belong to me, and I make no money from this work of fanfiction.
Two warriors split the air with their battling. One green, obviously alien to that world, and the other, looking like a well muscled, handsome man with raven hair.
"Think we did the right thing, telling her?" wheezed Gohan, dodging another blow from his mate.
"We did the only thing we could," he answered, kicking his husband in the gut sending him spinning away.
"You sure? I mean, we could have lied, made something up..." He trailed off, as his wife crossed his eyes at him.
"Right, that girl can smell a lie from across a country. You really think we could have gotten away with it? We don't lie to her... and we could really stand to continue her training."
"How do we do that?" Gohan snarled, powering up to SSJ and attacking again. "We promised mom she'd be away from all that stuff!"
Piccolo dodged with difficulty. His mate in a rage was not an easy thing to handle.
"We are going to let Imp tell her grandmother. If it wasn't really our idea in the first place, we can hardly be to blame, can - OOOMPH!" he grimaced, going limp as he was grabbed in a bear hug.
There was no way out- he was exhausted, energy wise from their fighting, and both knew it.
So Piccolo used a surprise tactic.
He kissed Gohan, deeply and passionately, and suddenly the arms holding him went limp as noodles.
The result was Piccolo getting in a good uppercut, slamming his mate to the ground, where he followed, and pinned him, looking at him evilly, like a wolf pouncing on a helpless fawn.
Gohan's clothes went the way of the dodo.
Gohan's body was being worshipped like it was a holy relic, and he woke up just in time to see Piccolo kissing him all over. Gohan's eyes fixed on his erection being swallowed whole by his lover.
"AHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, shock and pleasure making him arch, and the adrenaline of their previous battle combined with his mate's amazingly gentle ministrations to make him cum almost immediately.
"You… are evil, koi," Gohan croaked, voice hoarse from screaming.
Piccolo answered with a chuckle. "Of course I am. But you knew that anyway… Let's get home before Imp gets worried."
Gohan smiled, and started to get his clothes back on, seeing Piccolo shift forms to Clarinet. "You know, I never thought I could imagine you being domestic…"
Gohan was abruptly smacked with a shoe.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You aren't pregnant again," said Gohan as they walked up the stairs to their home. "But why do you want another child?"
Clarinet looked at him and sighed. "Call it maternal instinct- but I miss having a baby to cuddle. I still love Imp, but she's about ready to start her serious training- should have years ago, actually. I just…" her arms made a cradling motion…
Gohan silently wondered at his mate's thinking, and smiled. Kissing her gently he nodded, and they were to their front door.
The kiss slowly heated up, becoming more and more frantic, hands moving over the cloth of their garments until-
"Hi, Mom, Dad!" said Imp, opening the door.
They stared at her, and Imp grinned. "Getting an early start on my little brother or sister?" she said innocently, and opened the door for them to come in. Clair straightened her clothes without thinking and headed to the phone. "No, Imp-chan, just," she coughed and hurriedly flipped through an old address book.
Imp just shook her head and laughed, but yelped when her father grabbed her by the ear and started to drag her somewhere.
"We've trained, now it's your turn, young lady!"
"AHHH!" Imp yelled, pretending to struggle, and giggled when her doting papa tossed her over his shoulder.
"Bye, dear!"
~*~*~*~*~
Imp didn't hear her mother start to talking, and setting up the meeting. Most everyone, with the exception of Vegeta and 17, were for it. Though Chichi immediately started fussing about preparations, which surprised her daughter in law, and Bulma had sent out orders for food.
It was set- the party would be at Capsule Corp, and everyone that could, would come.
Tapping her chin thoughtfully, Clair thought through her options. Imp was still expressing her interest in meeting Piccolo.
She could easily switch back and forth, but it would get tiring after a while, and keeping herself as two different people could get bothersome. There were too many chances to slip up. Piccolo could just not show up; however, considering that was more or less what Imp wanted, she really didn't think she could refuse her daughter. Besides, she'd been aching to tell her for years…
What could she do? It wasn't like she could…
She smacked herself on the forehead. "Duh… I CAN be in two places at once…"
~*~*~*~*~
Imp watched the approaching, massive yellow building as they drove in their tiny air car, and wondered why she kept thinking of M&Ms.
When her parents had announced that they were going to have a family get together to introduce Imp to the Z senshi, Imp had nearly danced for joy. Finally some of those odd questions that had been cropping up for years would get answered!
Driving up to the arched doorway, her father parked the car like he came there often, and Imp bounced out, looking around, promptly lost her balance, and dumped herself on the pavement.
"OUCH!' She yelled, and looked at her skinned knees. "Crap, crap, crap…"
Growling softly, she attempted to get to her feet, and felt a hand cup her elbow, helping her regain her balance.
"Thanks Mom," she said absently, and turned her head to look up at her…
And looked up, and up…
Into a green face, which was looking down at her with amusement.
Imp was speechless for a moment, then blurted the first thing in her mind:
"Hey, I saw a video about you!"
To be continued!