Disclaimer: Chapter two.
I had a few interesting ideas over the past week, and here's one: I propose that you guys, my readers, tell me, through whatever means (email, AIM, MSN, YIM… review is a really good way too!) any scene from any of the GVD series (this includes those songfics in GVD Extras) you would like to see drawn. Once I reach a reasonable number of requests (or I get fed up with waiting) I will post a poll for voting, and the winner gets drawn and posted on the Internet for all to see. If this goes well enough, I might do it monthly, maybe make them into desktop wallpaper… So please, tell your friends (if any read this thing), feel free to write up several of your favorites, and dish out whatever you can.
Now, on to what you're here for.
The Earth fighters expected to be dragged into the battle between the Puroeriun and the Pasuko-jin, but Atsarute had other plans. She left the mobilized forces with some orders and took a small group along with the Humans (and etc) and loaded them onto a ship, setting course to Katatsu-sei.
Piccolo seemed like he couldn't care less that he was going to see other of his kind. Once before, he might have found interest, but now, after having to "live" with two other Nameks for such a long time, he found that no concern of his became absorbed by the idea of meeting family members that he never knew he had.
But his father seemed excited enough. "Are we going immediately to the palace?" he asked the general woman, who sat behind the controls, leaning back in her chair and staring at the screen before her.
"No, first I have to speak with the school matron of the girl's school in the capital. You might know her, actually. She was on Namekku-sei ante-clades(a/n). Her name is Mollosuki—"
"Molly!" He screamed, his eyes looking as large and round as a Namek's could be, "What family is she from?"
Atsarute raised a brow towards his unusual response. "Eh… I'm not very good with Namekku-sei-jin politics. She's from the warrior line… the one opposite of Katatsu's…"
"It is my Molly!" Piccolo Sr. brought a hand to his forehead and looked up to the ship's ceiling in his stunned semblance. "I can't believe it! How does she look? Did she remarry?"
"Hmm… for her age, she's well taken care of. She's not young, but she's not old either, at least in looks. And she did remarry… several times… but she has bad luck with husbands. They keep dying. In fact, she was widowed again just last month."
After a moment of silence, several of the people looked over to Piccolo the Younger, leaning against one wall cross-legged.
His eyes narrowed. "What?"
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After Atsarute assured them that Mollosuki wasn't a "black widow", Piccolo Sr. began to tell his uninterested son about her. The biography lasted at least a good hour or two.
"Molly's a nice woman, but by no means was she weak. She's almost an ideal with her beauty and her abilities. It's been so long… I've missed her, even though I couldn't remember her. I believe that's why I was attracted to Mebana like I was. She was so much like her… even her name is similar. Such strong women…" He finally trailed off in a sigh and sat in a sad silence for a while. "If Molly has taken up a habit of killing her men, I believe I would risk it, and resign to deserve it even."
The son rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but to glance at Atsarute while Sr. was speaking from time to time. She seemed like she was recovering from such an overwhelming experience and needed time to recap the events. But her senses weren't dull as a result; he knew that she was aware his eyes.
All of the Puroeriun from Arufuredo's command had relinquished their queen without a second thought and were accompanying the enemy general along with the Human group. Most of them were busy examining the ship together, something much more advanced and sleeker in design than anything that they had. Arufuredo himself was seen jutting around various places in the ship, acting like a poor, peasant artist who just walked into the Louvre, completely still when something catches his eye for several minutes, then zooming off to the next thing.
As for most of the fighters, Atsarute's ships were almost always equipped with a training hold, so most of them were off in the protected rooms, training with each other. Goku and Vegita would hardly appear outside of sleep and food, and Gohan, although training as well, spent more time with Videl (he almost seemed forced to, since his mother was now pestering him to talk to her instead of reading a book or some sort of scholarly pursuit like that). Kuririn seemed to have taken a sudden interest in reading novels of all sorts about a week ago, borrowing several from the now-courting Gohan and some from Bulma. He was now in the main hold of the ship, reclined on one of the large chairs, reading a translation of Homer's Iliad.
Neil and Suraku were busy talking to each other, telling about the politics from where they were born and making comparisons. Namekku-sei and Katatsu-sei turned out to have vast differences, Katatsu-sei running more like a monarchy, where as Namekku-sei was closer to a monastery. They were just getting into discussing how this came to be when the computer made a signal that they were approaching and would be landing shortly.
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Despite how much some of them wanted to go see Piccolo's family, since Katatsu-sei was a large, dense, natural planet, it was advised that most of them stay inside to avoid getting crushed by the gravity. Suraku went ahead to the palace as Atsarute, the two Piccolos, and Neil went to the girls' school.
It was a large complex, however, Atsarute explained that the boys' was a lot bigger and more heavily populated. "They have to be separated at a certain age," she said, "because they had recently come of age, and they often don't have their sexual urges quite under control during these years."
The young Piccolo scoffed. "I never went through such an absurd phase."
This made Atsarute stop walking suddenly and cover her face as she started to laugh. He was about to ask what made her react in such a way, but she waved it away and said, "Stay here in the courtyard as he—" pointing to Piccolo Sr., "—and I go talk to Mollosuki. Her first husband will be enough of a shock for her; I think she has to have a little space before she finds that she's not childless either."
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Mollosuki was a small woman compared to Atsarute, in perhaps her middle years despite all the time that had passed, and gave off a friendly air with her glowing smile an a sweet floral perfume. Though she certainly showed age since she and Piccolo last met, she was otherwise just as he remembered her. The clothes of a schoolgirl had changed to that of the teacher, and her kind gaze had a character of wisdom, but these were overlaying qualities to her character.
Instead of going to business discussion with her and ignoring the elephant in the room for a while, Atsarute politely introduced the Namek man. The shocked woman, instead of giving him a greeting, approached him and studied his face, even putting her hands on each side to push it around for examination.
"Piccolo! You wily bastard!" She finally cried out, then punched him hard in the stomach, knocking out his air. He held his midriff and tried not to double over from the sudden hit.
When he got some air back into his lungs, he said, "A wonderful way to treat your first husband, Molly."
"You've been gone for hundreds of years! Hundreds! We've all thought you long dead! Where have you been?"
"A planet called Earth. I'm sorry that I didn't contact any of you, but I lost my memory along the way…"
"Oh, amnesia! What a convenient excuse!"
"Geez… I've forgotten how spiteful you can be."
"Do you know what it's like? I'm sure Atsarute's told you how many husbands I've had, and I'm a childless widow still! Have you a clue how distressing it is to be a high-class woman without a single child? If it weren't for the fact that my men keep dying before I could conceive from them, the planet would think that I was infertile!"
"Yes, Dear."
"Don't 'yes, Dear' me! I've got a few more bones to pick with you. The rest of your family has been worried sick, even though your parents still believe that you were still alive and put out rewards for any information on your whereabouts, the rest of them mourned your death and pressured your father into making Dragonballs here, but of course the dragon doesn't grant the wish, since, we thought, you were out of range or too long dead."
"Yes, Dear."
"And another thing—!" Suddenly a loud ring went through the building, and a slight tremor went through the floor.
Atsarute, who was just watching, allowing the scene to resolve itself, looked around in a slight confusion. "Was that the lunch break bell?"
The schoolmarm nodded. "Why?"
She chuckled. "I left someone outside."
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The two green men were sitting in silence, not even making eye contact, since they were quite totally tired of each other. Neil only wanted to continue looking around the capital, while Piccolo only wanted Atsarute to exit the building, and both were beginning to feel impatient.
The large front doors to inside the building flew open, and a flood of people poured down the steps. Piccolo and Neil each took a moment to realize that they were female Namekku-sei-jin, both never seeing them before.
Instead of trekking past the two men into the street, they went into a full stop before them, and a great deal of chatter rose among them.
"Wow!… Those guys are both so handsome… Are they twins?"
"Look at how they're staring at us! I bet there aren't any girls where they come from!"
"You think so? Maybe they're rural folk."
"Who care's where they came from? They're hotter than the guys our age!"
Before they knew it, the group of girls surrounded them in a thick circle, each one checking out these guys with the kinds of eyes teenage girls tend to get while examining the body of some sort of celebrity.
Neil's face turned more and more purple, his face soon resembling more of a grape than a Namek's face. Piccolo, on the other hand, tried his best to not seem uncomfortable, trying to put off a cool air, though he actually appeared very tense, and sweat ran profusely down his temples.
"Look! He's blushing!" One girl squealed, followed by a pair of arms glomping Neil from behind, nearly setting off the poor guy's balance. As the circle got tighter, a roar of laughter came from above. Eyes shot up to see the form of Atsarute, accompanied by Piccolo Sr. and Mollosuki, by the window, supporting herself with the wall as she gave such a loud guffaw.
"Hey, you guys!" she shouted between chuckles, "Remember: they're just teenagers!"
Piccolo arched his back in anger and yelled up at the woman from the now quiet circle. "'Just teenagers' my ass! Just get down here and pull us out of this!"
"Why? It's not like I'm dating one of you. Why should I deny these girls a handsome man?"
"Damnit, Atsarute!"
Mollosuki poked her head out of the window as well. "Girls, leave the men alone and continue to lunch, or there will not be a lunch break tomorrow."
A chorus of "Awww"s followed, and the large conglomeration of women soon vacated the area.
"Now, if you don't mind, son," Piccolo Sr. yelled from above, "Come up here and meet your mother!"
(a/n)Ante-clades – before the disaster, as in the weather change. I explained this in the first chapter of "The History of Namekku-sei".
You know what's funny? Reading my old lemons while "The Sexy Data Tango" is playing. Fucked. Up.