{{{Yay!! Kazzu-kun's reading too, now!! *tackles her kazzu in a catlike
glomp, licking his cheek and purring* perhaps he'll enjoy my aforementioned
lemon (that may or may not be in this chapter. I'll decide along the way).
Now, I know you people must be thinking "she said she's been working on
this for FIVE YEARS!! She should have decided by now!!!" the truth is, I've
written countless DRAFTS of this story; this is just my most recent. I
hadn't really gotten to the lemon in my previous one (not a very
interesting one, anyway.) so, I'm kinda going from scratch here. And
hopefully, Veggietails will tell me all the details this time.}}}
V: I will not. And don't you ever call me that again!! *muttering* veggietails, injustice!!
A: yes you will. Or I'll tell everyone you masturbate to cheese.
V: That threat is getting old. And seriously, can you envision me wanking off to a wheel of jarlsburg?
A: *mocking Vegeta's voice, making jerking movement with fist* oh, jarlsburg!!!
V: *rolls eyes*
A: Ok, I'll put itching powder in your spandex again.
V: NOOOO!!! You wouldn't dare!!!!
A: *evil smirk* try me.
V: FINE!! FINE!! Ok!! You win. Damn kojuma.
Yay! Good boi! *patpats his spiky head*
@@DBZ is not mine. I have no claim to DBZ. DBZ is not in my possession. And I couldn't think of anything clever to announce this with. Forget you!! I can't be witty all the time!! Groar!@@
-Chapter ten-
Changes
Shiromi sorted messily through a new crate in our assembling room. Two years had passed and both Turles and Keera had grown considerably. Speaking of which, the inseparable pair were at that moment investigating a box of their own.
"Find anything yet?"
"Nupe."
"Keera, what the hell does 'nupe' mean?" Radditz implored, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Shei`o. Jrada.1"
Turles giggled as he continued to busy himself in the search of anything resembling a monitor; Shiromi's orders.
"Find anything, Shishi?" he spoke up, using the children's' pet name for her.
"Nupe nupe." She replied, pulling out some contraption with frayed wires sticking out.
To this Radditz emitted an exasperated noise and sat back hard against the wall, folding his arms.
Keera slouched, playing with one of her newly-pierced ears, feeling the coolness of the metal ring. That had been a rueful day, two weeks previous. I'd never heard my dear little sibling utter curse words in all her five years, and her high-pitched shriek rang in my ears for days. When WOULD she stop being such a weakling??? And yet, those golden rings against her tanned skin reminded me so much of Xansha. Surely she would grow out of it soon, I begged Icaduei.
Suddenly, her vivid green gaze met mine, and I was stunned. The room became numb and blurred around me. I could have sworn on my life I saw Xansha before me, a woman in a child's body. Could it be......
I was torn from my supposed daydream when Shiromi called me over to examine something with her. It was uninteresting and over my intelligence, but I welcomed the closeness to her. At this point, I had almost admitted to myself that she actually meant something to me; more than the servant's daughter, more than just a comrade. But I didn't love her. No. Love was for weaklings. I definitely didn't love her.
Nappa snored softly from the spot on the floor where he had collapsed. He had taken a minor mission on his own the day before and was still exhausted. Again, the issue of more training needed. Every time we advanced, the missions got harder. So, we simply needed to advance again. I had been getting much stronger, though, and with less training. Radditz had remarked that I would undergo several new changes in the near future. I ignored the shei'o's warning, deciding that the comment said in his ominous tone was meant to scare me, nothing more.
I yawned, as it was nearing time for us to retire to our sleep, wiping some moisture from my weary eyes. Keera fell into the box she was looking through and giggled. Turles hopped in after her, and the two commenced a mini wrestling match within. I would never get those two to lie down, especially after all the sugar they'd consumed. (AN- yes, they have something like sugar. An alien sucrose, if you will)
"Uh!! He tried to pull my tail!!" Keera whined in a tattle-tale voice, her head popping just above the edge of the crate.
I ignored her, instead conversing with Shiromi about the machine she was planning on building. Her voice fell melodiously on my ears. I felt that I could just close my eyes and listen to her talk for hours, even if what she was talking about was far beyond my comprehension.
Unfortunately, I had dozed off while she was talking and she took this as a gesture of disrespect; for she hit me, you see. And none too gently. I rubbed the back of my head, apologizing profusely. Well, that was only quasi embarrassing: falling asleep on your feet. I decided I was finally too tired, and excused myself from the room, but not before reminding the two small ones they needed to turn in shortly.
}~*~{
After bathing momentarily, I pulled the sheets over my naked body and sighed, savoring the softness of my bed. Soft, of course, compared to the floor, which I remembered that Nappa was still sleeping on. Oh well. Not my concern. What was my concern? I asked myself. I opened my eyes, frowning. You really must be half-asleep if you don't know the answer to that one. Keera, Turles, .... Shiromi......
Shiromi...
How sweet was the thought of Shiromi. I closed my eyes again, her face playing on the insides of my eyelids like a vivid projection. Her saccharine voice echoed through my mind...
"Geta-duja..."
Yes, that's what she called me. I always hated it before, but for some reason, I had recently begun to like it. I awaited it every day, the first words out of her mouth...that beautiful mouth, her perfect teeth, her plump, moist lips....
"Geta-duja... doko paudan?2"
Her voice sounded so near, so real...
Suddenly, a great weight threw itself onto my bed, landing directly where I would generally dislike any sudden great weight at all, and I emitted a breathless sound of pain.
I glared up into the selfsame face I had just been envisioning. My glare melted.
"Sh-...Shi-..."
The word just wouldn't come out. I felt my face grow warm, knew then that I was probably beet red in the face. She was straddling my waist, resting her hands on my chest, and gazing amusedly down at me.
"Ch- cho... Jari cho?3" I asked with a wavering voice. My entire body was becoming increasingly warm, and I felt extremely uncomfortable in unmentionable regions of my person.
"Oh! My invention!" to this she beamed proudly, "Dui nai juedo ga, eira shem naru fexi!4"
"Duuu..." I tried to steady my breathing, but it seemed I had lost all control of my own body. I became lightheaded. "Dui sha doko ganwe`...5"
I noticed a shift in emotions on her face. Her grin was replaced a look of confused surprise. She looked down.
"Doko kuera nande` jho?6"
For the life of me, I had no idea what she was talking about. I hadn't a thing. But when she reached beneath her to feel for what was digging into her, I felt a sudden jolt throughout my body, one that left my heart racing. Oh, God... what the hell was that? It felt incredible!
No doubt seeing my furrowed brow and tightly clenched eyes, she must have wondered after what was wrong with me, and, being the scientist she was, ventured to try it again and see if she got the same reaction.
This one was slightly different. It was far more interesting.
But some part of me cried out at that moment that it wasn't right, and I pushed the girl off of me, recoiling in shame.
To my surprise, she laughed. She openly sat there and laughed at me, thinking I was being evasive again.
"Jari sui, duja? Duni demi.7"
I didn't reply. Talking was the last thing I wanted to do at this moment, in fact, was near impossible. My brain could not hold thought of any kind at that very moment. No thought except... that rush.....
"Dui bahldu.8"
I heard her sigh. She must have assumed I was sulking again, thinking about Xansha or Gabio or Vegetasei, and in such condition, would not talk under any circumstance.
She got up and started to leave, and just then that selfsame voice that had moments ago cried "stop!" screamed "more!"
"Wait!"
She froze, her hand inches from the door button. "cho?"
The voice hesitated, then changed its mind. I do wish you would decide, damnit!
Shiromi had already sat on the edge of my bed again. No, no, make her go away! the voice demanded. But, let her stay, it soothed. I decided now that there were two voices: good voice, the one that reminded me how beautiful and sweet and graceful Shiromi was, and bad voice that wanted me to forget about her and kill myself.
Oh, how I wanted to listen to good voice. But bad voice skulked from its dark corner of my mind and berated me callously on how brash I was being. Brash about what? I wondered. What was I so hastily pursuing that was linked with the previous phenomenon? I wished either bad voice or good voice would tell me, but both remained silent on the matter.
Shiromi seemed confused as well. Her touch on my arm was warm, even against the heat under my skin. Could she be feeling these same strange sensations as well?
Good voice started being bad. Very bad. I couldn't believe the things my supposed good voice was whispering in my ear. I do believe I blushed again. But I had to wonder... what DID she look like beneath those clothes......?
NO!! For the love of all things moral, no! She needs to leave forthwith!! my now less than bad voice said in equitable tones that I was forced to heed.
I turned away from her, shutting her out. She must have become doubly confused at this, and thence fearing she would upset me further, stood and left.
I threw back the covers to reveal something I'd never seen before. In all my thirteen years, I had never seen it do that! Was I hallucinating? Was I ill? I had come down with some ghastly alien plague that I would surely die from in the near future, bad voice hoped. And yet... venture I to touch it? Feel that sudden gush of pleasure once more?
I lightly brushed my fingers against the rigidity of my sensitive skin, then drew back, as bad voice began to reproach me again. I disregarded it and let my fingers encircle the pulsing warmth, my back arching in response to the touch...
}~*~{
I awoke earlier than I'd have liked, to the blaring of the waking tone as it resounded throughout the space station. I squirmed uncomfortably, then realized I was lying in a spot of moisture. I sat up, a look of disgust crossing my sheet-imprinted face. Yes, I recalled. I'd almost forgotten about that.
I stuffed my sheets into the incinerator a few minutes later, hearing the satisfying *foomf* as my bedclothes ceased to exist. I would ask one of the janitorial workers for more. It wasn't a great loss. I turned and practically ran into none other than our eldest female saiyan.
"You ok?"
"y- yeah."
"Good." She beamed. "Let's get to work, then, shall we?"
She turned and strutted down the hall, swishing her tail loosely behind her. I watched this movement with intense interest. The swaying of her tail.... and the way the fabric of her skirt rippled across her perfectly round-
The familiar sensation of the night before revisited me, and I felt my face go red. No, stop, please...
If this was going to happen every blasted time I looked at her, my life was about to become a living nightmare. Yes, that's right. Kojuma had turned out to be worse than death.
V: I will not. And don't you ever call me that again!! *muttering* veggietails, injustice!!
A: yes you will. Or I'll tell everyone you masturbate to cheese.
V: That threat is getting old. And seriously, can you envision me wanking off to a wheel of jarlsburg?
A: *mocking Vegeta's voice, making jerking movement with fist* oh, jarlsburg!!!
V: *rolls eyes*
A: Ok, I'll put itching powder in your spandex again.
V: NOOOO!!! You wouldn't dare!!!!
A: *evil smirk* try me.
V: FINE!! FINE!! Ok!! You win. Damn kojuma.
Yay! Good boi! *patpats his spiky head*
@@DBZ is not mine. I have no claim to DBZ. DBZ is not in my possession. And I couldn't think of anything clever to announce this with. Forget you!! I can't be witty all the time!! Groar!@@
-Chapter ten-
Changes
Shiromi sorted messily through a new crate in our assembling room. Two years had passed and both Turles and Keera had grown considerably. Speaking of which, the inseparable pair were at that moment investigating a box of their own.
"Find anything yet?"
"Nupe."
"Keera, what the hell does 'nupe' mean?" Radditz implored, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Shei`o. Jrada.1"
Turles giggled as he continued to busy himself in the search of anything resembling a monitor; Shiromi's orders.
"Find anything, Shishi?" he spoke up, using the children's' pet name for her.
"Nupe nupe." She replied, pulling out some contraption with frayed wires sticking out.
To this Radditz emitted an exasperated noise and sat back hard against the wall, folding his arms.
Keera slouched, playing with one of her newly-pierced ears, feeling the coolness of the metal ring. That had been a rueful day, two weeks previous. I'd never heard my dear little sibling utter curse words in all her five years, and her high-pitched shriek rang in my ears for days. When WOULD she stop being such a weakling??? And yet, those golden rings against her tanned skin reminded me so much of Xansha. Surely she would grow out of it soon, I begged Icaduei.
Suddenly, her vivid green gaze met mine, and I was stunned. The room became numb and blurred around me. I could have sworn on my life I saw Xansha before me, a woman in a child's body. Could it be......
I was torn from my supposed daydream when Shiromi called me over to examine something with her. It was uninteresting and over my intelligence, but I welcomed the closeness to her. At this point, I had almost admitted to myself that she actually meant something to me; more than the servant's daughter, more than just a comrade. But I didn't love her. No. Love was for weaklings. I definitely didn't love her.
Nappa snored softly from the spot on the floor where he had collapsed. He had taken a minor mission on his own the day before and was still exhausted. Again, the issue of more training needed. Every time we advanced, the missions got harder. So, we simply needed to advance again. I had been getting much stronger, though, and with less training. Radditz had remarked that I would undergo several new changes in the near future. I ignored the shei'o's warning, deciding that the comment said in his ominous tone was meant to scare me, nothing more.
I yawned, as it was nearing time for us to retire to our sleep, wiping some moisture from my weary eyes. Keera fell into the box she was looking through and giggled. Turles hopped in after her, and the two commenced a mini wrestling match within. I would never get those two to lie down, especially after all the sugar they'd consumed. (AN- yes, they have something like sugar. An alien sucrose, if you will)
"Uh!! He tried to pull my tail!!" Keera whined in a tattle-tale voice, her head popping just above the edge of the crate.
I ignored her, instead conversing with Shiromi about the machine she was planning on building. Her voice fell melodiously on my ears. I felt that I could just close my eyes and listen to her talk for hours, even if what she was talking about was far beyond my comprehension.
Unfortunately, I had dozed off while she was talking and she took this as a gesture of disrespect; for she hit me, you see. And none too gently. I rubbed the back of my head, apologizing profusely. Well, that was only quasi embarrassing: falling asleep on your feet. I decided I was finally too tired, and excused myself from the room, but not before reminding the two small ones they needed to turn in shortly.
}~*~{
After bathing momentarily, I pulled the sheets over my naked body and sighed, savoring the softness of my bed. Soft, of course, compared to the floor, which I remembered that Nappa was still sleeping on. Oh well. Not my concern. What was my concern? I asked myself. I opened my eyes, frowning. You really must be half-asleep if you don't know the answer to that one. Keera, Turles, .... Shiromi......
Shiromi...
How sweet was the thought of Shiromi. I closed my eyes again, her face playing on the insides of my eyelids like a vivid projection. Her saccharine voice echoed through my mind...
"Geta-duja..."
Yes, that's what she called me. I always hated it before, but for some reason, I had recently begun to like it. I awaited it every day, the first words out of her mouth...that beautiful mouth, her perfect teeth, her plump, moist lips....
"Geta-duja... doko paudan?2"
Her voice sounded so near, so real...
Suddenly, a great weight threw itself onto my bed, landing directly where I would generally dislike any sudden great weight at all, and I emitted a breathless sound of pain.
I glared up into the selfsame face I had just been envisioning. My glare melted.
"Sh-...Shi-..."
The word just wouldn't come out. I felt my face grow warm, knew then that I was probably beet red in the face. She was straddling my waist, resting her hands on my chest, and gazing amusedly down at me.
"Ch- cho... Jari cho?3" I asked with a wavering voice. My entire body was becoming increasingly warm, and I felt extremely uncomfortable in unmentionable regions of my person.
"Oh! My invention!" to this she beamed proudly, "Dui nai juedo ga, eira shem naru fexi!4"
"Duuu..." I tried to steady my breathing, but it seemed I had lost all control of my own body. I became lightheaded. "Dui sha doko ganwe`...5"
I noticed a shift in emotions on her face. Her grin was replaced a look of confused surprise. She looked down.
"Doko kuera nande` jho?6"
For the life of me, I had no idea what she was talking about. I hadn't a thing. But when she reached beneath her to feel for what was digging into her, I felt a sudden jolt throughout my body, one that left my heart racing. Oh, God... what the hell was that? It felt incredible!
No doubt seeing my furrowed brow and tightly clenched eyes, she must have wondered after what was wrong with me, and, being the scientist she was, ventured to try it again and see if she got the same reaction.
This one was slightly different. It was far more interesting.
But some part of me cried out at that moment that it wasn't right, and I pushed the girl off of me, recoiling in shame.
To my surprise, she laughed. She openly sat there and laughed at me, thinking I was being evasive again.
"Jari sui, duja? Duni demi.7"
I didn't reply. Talking was the last thing I wanted to do at this moment, in fact, was near impossible. My brain could not hold thought of any kind at that very moment. No thought except... that rush.....
"Dui bahldu.8"
I heard her sigh. She must have assumed I was sulking again, thinking about Xansha or Gabio or Vegetasei, and in such condition, would not talk under any circumstance.
She got up and started to leave, and just then that selfsame voice that had moments ago cried "stop!" screamed "more!"
"Wait!"
She froze, her hand inches from the door button. "cho?"
The voice hesitated, then changed its mind. I do wish you would decide, damnit!
Shiromi had already sat on the edge of my bed again. No, no, make her go away! the voice demanded. But, let her stay, it soothed. I decided now that there were two voices: good voice, the one that reminded me how beautiful and sweet and graceful Shiromi was, and bad voice that wanted me to forget about her and kill myself.
Oh, how I wanted to listen to good voice. But bad voice skulked from its dark corner of my mind and berated me callously on how brash I was being. Brash about what? I wondered. What was I so hastily pursuing that was linked with the previous phenomenon? I wished either bad voice or good voice would tell me, but both remained silent on the matter.
Shiromi seemed confused as well. Her touch on my arm was warm, even against the heat under my skin. Could she be feeling these same strange sensations as well?
Good voice started being bad. Very bad. I couldn't believe the things my supposed good voice was whispering in my ear. I do believe I blushed again. But I had to wonder... what DID she look like beneath those clothes......?
NO!! For the love of all things moral, no! She needs to leave forthwith!! my now less than bad voice said in equitable tones that I was forced to heed.
I turned away from her, shutting her out. She must have become doubly confused at this, and thence fearing she would upset me further, stood and left.
I threw back the covers to reveal something I'd never seen before. In all my thirteen years, I had never seen it do that! Was I hallucinating? Was I ill? I had come down with some ghastly alien plague that I would surely die from in the near future, bad voice hoped. And yet... venture I to touch it? Feel that sudden gush of pleasure once more?
I lightly brushed my fingers against the rigidity of my sensitive skin, then drew back, as bad voice began to reproach me again. I disregarded it and let my fingers encircle the pulsing warmth, my back arching in response to the touch...
}~*~{
I awoke earlier than I'd have liked, to the blaring of the waking tone as it resounded throughout the space station. I squirmed uncomfortably, then realized I was lying in a spot of moisture. I sat up, a look of disgust crossing my sheet-imprinted face. Yes, I recalled. I'd almost forgotten about that.
I stuffed my sheets into the incinerator a few minutes later, hearing the satisfying *foomf* as my bedclothes ceased to exist. I would ask one of the janitorial workers for more. It wasn't a great loss. I turned and practically ran into none other than our eldest female saiyan.
"You ok?"
"y- yeah."
"Good." She beamed. "Let's get to work, then, shall we?"
She turned and strutted down the hall, swishing her tail loosely behind her. I watched this movement with intense interest. The swaying of her tail.... and the way the fabric of her skirt rippled across her perfectly round-
The familiar sensation of the night before revisited me, and I felt my face go red. No, stop, please...
If this was going to happen every blasted time I looked at her, my life was about to become a living nightmare. Yes, that's right. Kojuma had turned out to be worse than death.