Cress woke up and stretched languidly, rubbing her sleep filled eyes with her good hand. She noticed that her tail had been messed up again, and growled darkly. She didn't like the fur being messed up.
Cress also saw that the jar of wolf fat had been hurriedly consumed, along with 3/4 of a loaf of seed bread. The female stalked over to the metal stew pot hanging above some grey dying embers, and groaned, none of that left either.
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Turles belched loudly and wiped the grease off his face. He briefly wondered what animal it was, but didn't really want to dwell on it.
The saiyan huffed in annoyance, he was limping heavily, and had to rely on a crutch he'd yanked from some old tree.
Turles was on a quest, a quest to find his armour. The purple metal plates were crafted by the finest armourer, given their colour by the finest mineral.
Damn that incompetant female!
Where the hell was it!!??
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It didn't take long for Cress to find the angry male, he was knee deep in the sucking mud, and being mobbed by a swarm of angry biting flies, attracted to the scent of the apple/treesap paste upon his wounds.
" Theerr oo arrr " Growled the male, Cress of course, didn't have a single clue about what he was saying, but he pointed viciously at her. Cress checked behind, to see if he meant anything else.
" Hmm " She hmmed, acknowledging that she knew he was talking to her.
" Ge' mea outtah heaerr wenchuh " He snarled viciously, trying to free himself from the rising mud.
Cress wasn't stupid, she knew what he wanted.
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The mud was pulling him in slowly, he could feel perished beings in the mud. Turles did not like being dirty.
" Female! " He yelled, as she looked up at him.
The dim bitch was laughing at him!!
" Pull me out " He commanded, and she made a pathetic whining sound in her throat, holding her wrist in a childish manner.
" Fuckin' damnit! " He swore as the reeking mud reached his pelvic region.
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Cress had never had so much fun, salt water was actually escaping from her eyes!
But laughing matter was over, she didn't want his wounds to be infected.
She shimmied up a tree, bracing her hands and legs against the ancient trunk. It was riddled with footholds, and Cress cursed every so often, her hand wasn't yet healed. It kept yanking out of it's joint, but it was pain she could manage.
There!
Cress grabbed hold of the vine that was hanging down from the lush canopy. Insects rained down upon her head, but the helpful woman just shook them off, she was used to it.
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Turles cursed as insects rained down upon his head. The male powered up a little, and they were obliterated, falling around him as dust. Turles was annoyed to find out that even powering up this little made him exhausted.
His eyes detected movement, he sighed in relief, it was a vine.
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Cress couldn't be bothered to climb down again, so she jumped, aiming for a dry patch of earth. She landed heavily on the balls of her feet, her hair flying up momentarily.
She was slightly astonished at the speed the male had used to get out of the mud, although he was panting heavily. Cress felt sudden glee at seeing his disgruntled form, dripping with mud.
" Eugh " She stated, pointing at the mulch.
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Turles face darkened as she expressed disgust at his appearance. He ignored her, and tried flicking the mud off of his musclular legs, aiming for the female. He was delighted to hear her squeal and back away from him, contorting herself oddly in her quest to get away from the flying mud.
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Cress twisted and contorted herself, but was soon covered in the stinking mess. She gave a disgruntled yowl as she recieved a face full.
" Fuhckeen' dahmmi t " She shouted, wiping the mulch free from her eyes, the male'd said that when he was annoyed, and she was freakin' pissed.
Cress surveyed her dirtied appearance, the gritty mud was starting to chafe on her arms, where she wore her dress.
(A/N: Soz people's, but I always gotta have a bit 'o humour in my fics, ;D)
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Turles eyes grew as wide as saucers as the wench pulled her dress over her head, momentarily becoming stuck in the soiled fabric, like a child. She tottered about for a while, before freeing herself, her hair more messed up than usual.
She wasn't completely naked, Turles noted in relief mixed with dissapointment. She appeared to be wearing a vest , with short sleeves and sewn on underwear.
It wasn't like he was complaining, but her figure was very different to what he remembered of his species' females. She was very curvy, but toned. She had wide hips and thighs, with a hint of a pot belly. Her bosom wasn't that remarkable, average sized as he would put it, and she'd strung a collection of tools around her waist.
She reminded him of a picture he'd seen before, on Frieza's flagship. It was entitled Mother, and depicted a naked woman, surrounded by every marvel of nature. In her arms she'd cradled a baby and a dove, and entwined in her hair, were the feathers of the great Matriarch Bird.
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Cress threw off the dress and adjusted her hair, the feather and plaits had gotten tangled in the midst of the muddy mania. She angrily began patting it back together. Finally, she turned on the incredulous male.
His expression was funny; eyes wide and jaw dropping, his face was also redder than the last time she checked too. The innocent woman briefly wondered why.
Cress walked up to him, and grabbed his jaw, pulling his face up so that he looked at her face, not her breasts, which she didn't find that interesting.
" Whaaht?!" Snapped the male, who was trying too hard to look her in the eyes
The saiyan made a gesture of washing herself.
" Spllooosh " Cress onomatopied happily, before placing her palms together, as if in prayer, and jiggling them about like a fish, which she regretted, her wrist began to throb again.
" Fs fss fsss fs fsf FSSS " She described, mimicking a rapid splashing sound along with the fish movements.
" Water? " Said the male saiyan, and Cress nodded.
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Turles was surprised as the female began to point out water everywhere.
" Waader? " She questioned, pointing to a muddle puddle.
He nodded in response
" Watah? " She asked, pointing at the drops dribbling off the tree leaves
He once again nodded, folding his arms in annoyance, following her to wherever she was leading him.
" Water? " She asked, pulling out the skin bag that contained water
Turles grunted in response, this was getting annoying.
" ...Cress " She smiled, pointing to herself, and he quirked a fuzzy eyebrow in interest.
" Huh? " He said unintelligantly
" Cress " The female repeated, pointing to herself.
Oh! He understood now, it was her name. Turles smiled and squared his shoulders, placing a hand on his chest.
" Turles" He said, finally glad that she'd started communicating.
" Ter...lez " She spoke slowly, rolling his name on her tongue.
" Turles " He parroted, she needed to get it right.
" Turles! " She shouted happily, doing a little 2 second victory dance on the spot.
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Cress stopped the little dance when the male looked oddly at her, she did look stupid.
" Turles, water! " She said, as a familiar sound reached her ears.
The female absolutely loved the waterfall, it was where she could swim, eat and bathe. The sun glistened on the water's surface, dazzling Cress and her reluctant companion.
Cress walked to the edges, and dunked her dress in the water, anchoring it with a rock. She then hurriedly began to scrub at her face with some water mixed with sand, enjoying the feeling of her skin being purged of the mud and general greasiness.
She turned and looked at the male, who had a devilish look plastered on his face
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Turles laughed as the female shrieked and spat out the water that had gone up her nose. The look on her face had been priceless as she'd hit the cold water.
" Cress " He shouted happily
" Whut!? " She answered moodily, treading the water.
" Water! " He smirked.
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This wasn't funny, and she wasn't laughing. Turles needed to be shown who was the survivor out here.
Cress swiftly turned onto her back in the water, and began kicking like crazy, showering Turles in delicous wet coldness.
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Damn female!
This was war!
Turles swiftly pulled off the top layer of his undersuit, and jumped into the water.
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Cress was shocked by the male's chest...it was so...flat!
She'd known it was flat before of course, but not shaped like this. The female couldn't help but stare in surprise. She looked down at her own, then back. This wasn't right.
He stood a few metres in front. She needed to get closer.
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Cress was staring at him, he knew it. She seemed to be looking at herself, then him, then back again. The female waggled her tail in confusion as she waded up to him.
Turles jumped slightly as he felt a cold rough hand molest him up and down, what the hell was she doing?
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Cress grew even more confused as she felt Turles' chest, it wasn't soft at all, more like an animal's than her own. It was deeply defined and grooved.
" Turles? " She questioned, poking his chest curiously.
" What? " He answered, Cress was shocked by the change in his voice, it was .. huskier..Cress kind of liked it.
" What..Turles..Cress? " She chirped, taking her hand away and fiddling with her tail.
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Turles kind of missed the touch, but took it in his stride.
The space pirate didn't know what she meant, Cress was poking herself, and then him, making strange noises.
" I don't know what you mean " Explained Turles, shaking his head and wading deeper into the water, he needed a freakin' bath. He smelt worse than Amond after a visit to the brothel.
Thinking about his crew saddened him slightly, they were his comrades, he depended on them. They were slaughtered, all of them.
They were weak.
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Cress growled in frustration as Turles walked away, she couldn't speak.
" AAARGH " She screamed, pounding her fists in the water.
The male turned around, eyebrow quirked at her display.
Cress sweatdropped and looked around innocently.
" Water " She explained, placing her hand behind her head in embaressment.
Turles rolled his eyes, and to Cress' surprise, stripped, her eyes almost bugged out of her head.
Cress' eyes looked him up and down, and a lecherous smile momentarily passed over her face.
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Turles stepped out of his undersuit fully, and threw it on shore. He sighed in relief as he felt the sun upon his naked back. He dunked under the water momentarily and shot back out, shaking the water from his face.
He knew that Cress was watching him, and a smirk graced his features as he chuckled lightly, she seemed shocked into silence.
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It seemed to Cress that the male had answered her unspoken question. He was male
The female had briefly remembered what she'd told Kakkarot many years ago, Turles could be a Papa if he wanted too. She would of slapped herself due to her sheer stupidity.
" Turles! " She shouted, running over to him.
" What? " He questioned, a weird smile on his face
" Papa! " She summarised happily.
A/N: Weeeell, that chappies all gone and done, imma high 5 meself.
Oh!
Strefe, this is a re-write of The Last, I looked at it one day (squinting, I admit it) and thought:
'' Good idea, crappy writing."
and so here we are xD
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