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osakigitsune · 3 years ago

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An Aching Heart

Finally, having his wife alone, Goku asks the Ox-King to watch Gohan and Goten for the night. All he desired was a night alone with his wife - that was it.

Taking his wife’s hand, he began their hike after making their way to the general location. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise quite yet; he wanted to surprise her!

“Where are we goin’, Goku-sa? Ya never said. Ya just said that we were goin’ as soon as my father showed up! It ain’t make no sense!” She proclaims, trying to connect the dots.

Shifting his hand, he intertwines their fingers together. A few occasional glances, and he grins. He imagines his wife’s reaction to their night out. This was long overdue! They hadn’t had a day alone since...since before he died! Yes, they had done it a few times before, but the kids were asleep, and here he would be able to make the best of it all, or that’s what he hoped anyway.

Entering a secluded park, he walks alongside his wife. “It’s just ya an’ me tonight, Chi. We’ve needed this for a while now.”

Cheeks turn crimson, her eyes widen in embarrassment. How could he be so forward when there could be anyone here right now?! “Whatcha mean? We’ve gotten plenty of time together, especially with the kids.”

A sideways glance, and he’s already gotten his point across. Chi-Chi couldn’t be serious about not knowing what he was indicating! He knew she wasn’t that dense! Short, the onyx-haired Saiyan grunts. “Y’know perfectly well what I mean.”

Ignoring his comment, her eyes drift to their surroundings. She didn’t like where this was going. Why was he so clingy? He had never been this way before he died the first time and now suddenly he was totally someone new after the second time it happened! What was his deal? Trying to escape his grip, she has a bad feeling about his desire to come here. Couldn’t he see that she was still adjusting to the fact he was here?!

“Chi-Chi.” His voice, deep and short - he pulls her closer. “Whatcha doin’?..”

“...ya worry too much, Goku-sa - that’s all.” A horrible excuse. He’d see right through.

“...do I make ya uncomfortable?” He stops in their tracks, pulling her close to his chest.

Refusing to make eye contact, she locks her gaze on his chest. SHe couldn’t have him seeing her so anxious. It was humiliating having her now struggling to be so open with him. At the same time, he wanted every opportunity he could get with her. “Why...why are ya like this, Goku-sa? Ya never were this way with me before….”

Lifting her chin, he’s oblivious to what she’s asking. “Whatcha mean, Chi-Chi? I’ve always been in love with ya.”

“...” Silent, she wants so badly to knock some sense into him but refrains from doing so. “...ya don’t see anythin’ changin’ from when we first got married? Our relationship has changed so much, Goku-sa.”

Expression blank, he refrains from saying anything at first. He hadn’t thought of it that way, but all he could tell her now was that he was head over heels for her now! “Of course, it’s changed silly! I didn’t know ya much when we first got married! An’ it was new havin’ someone take care of me! The life style was a change too! All those new rules! Man...that was sure difficult! Ya didn’t let me off easily either!”

He sure was a lot more to handle than she had initially intended, but it was worth all of it. She wouldn’t change a thing about their relationship! She loved him with every fiber of her. Resting a hand against his cheek, she softly smiles. “It was all of it.”

Hands traveling to her waist, he lifts her and spins her. Pulling her into a close embrace, he pecks her forehead and purrs. He loved moments like these where it was just the two of them and no one to interrupt them. She was the love of his life, after all. Setting her down, he coos into her ear. “I love ya, Chi-Chi. I always will.”

Feet against the cold stone path, her hand is instantly taken by her husband. “Yer much more involved than ya use ‘ta be, Goku-sa. I use ‘ta have ‘ta get it all out of ya...it was fight tryin’ ta get ya ‘ta take a bath an’ stuff. I’m glad yer hair at least is more managable than it was...it was so matted before!”

Pulling his hand away, he slides his hand around her waist - needing her to be as close as he could possibly get her. Other hand threading through his locks, Goku thinks aloud. “Yeah...my hair is a lot nicer than it used to be. I don’t think I’ve ever had it this nice.”

“Of course, ya never have! Ya don’t realize how much time I spend on yer hair, mister! I use all kinds of oils for yer hair, coconut oil, rosemary, argan, vitamin E, aloe vera, shea butter.”

“Ya use that all for my hair?” He interrupts her, stunned that many ingredients were used. Then it was his wife doing that; she did have the power or ability to make almost anything out of what she was given! He sure was lucky to have her around! “Ya sure are good to me, Chi-Chi.”

Unable to get enough of her, he smells her hair. If he could take her scent with him everywhere he went, life would be great! Even better having her come with him! Then he didn’t want to risk losing her! She was his life!

Shoving him, she covers her neck. “Don’t do that! We’re in public!”

“There’s nobody here, Chi! Relax a little!” Scooping her up, he nuzzles into her chest. “We can do whatever we want an’ nobody will know! That’s why I picked this spot!”

Fingers drifting to his neck, she presses a pressure point, hoping she’d get something out of him - nothing.

“Hey, whatcha doin’? Are ya tryin’ ‘ta get me ‘ta stop? That ain’t fair….” The Saiyan pouts, confused as to why his wife wouldn’t want this. She always talked about how she enjoyed time with him before he died seven years ago, and now she didn’t want anything?

“I don’t wanna do it now….” The Saiyan’s wife confesses, knowing full well that she was disappointing him.

Setting her down, his lips curve downward. “What can I do ‘ta make ya trust me again? It feels like ya don’t want me no more….”

Placing a hand on his face, she caresses his cheek. “I’ll always love ya...I...I just need ‘ta get use ‘ta havin’ ya back is all.”

Pursed lips, he pouts like a child. “I want ya, Chi-Chi...I don’t wanna wait anymore. I’ve only been able ‘ta do it with ya a few times when I want ‘ta do it until yer covered in my scent.”

“...” Covering her face, she hides the heat expelling from her. How could Goku talk like that?! Especially here of all places! It wasn’t like they were animals! “...no, we can’t do that...not here...an’ the boys could hear us at home!”

“Did ya not listen ‘ta a thing I said? I said that the boys were at your dad’s. You’re startin’ ‘ta have selective hearin’...” Picking her up, he helps her wrap her legs around his waist. Untying her hair, the onyx-haired male swirls her locks around his fingers. How did she get her hair to be so soft and luxurious? There were days where all he wanted to do was mess around with her hair and savor her smell.

Catching her husband in the act, she snatches her hair away. “Don’t smell it!”

“But I like how ya smell, Chi-Chi….”

Flinching, she begins pulling her hair up, except she soon realizes she has no tie to do it with. “Goku-sa! Where did ya put my hair tie?”

Lifting it, she grins. “It’s right here!”

The obsidian-haired woman reaches for it yet fails. “Give it!”

“No. I like ya with your hair down.” He grunts, stuffing the tie in his pocket once again. Groping her lower half, he giggles. “Ya sure got curvier after Goten! Ya have more ‘ta grab!”

Wishing to push him away, she whimpers into his shoulder. There was nothing she could do to fight him right now. He would win no matter what; she knew it...even if she fought him at first, he’d talk her into it eventually. Though, his comment made her wonder if he liked her body before she had Goten. “Did ya like how I looked before Goten?”

Cocking a brow, he’s surprised that she would believe such. He was crazy for her no matter how she looked! “I love every part ’bout ya! Though, I’m really lovin’ the fact I have more ‘ta grab!”

That bothered her! Why would he say such a thing?! It made her feel fat! Did she gain that much?! Fighting his hold, she wrestles him, knowing full well she wouldn’t win this. “Let me go! I don’t wantcha thinkin’ of me like that...I know I’ve gained weight, but I didn’t need ya ‘ta say that!”

“Ya did?” This was something new to him. He didn’t grasp how the female body worked.

“...ya said that I had more ‘ta grab! That means that I gained more weight! Dontcha y’know that! I’ve grown chubbier!”

“...Chubbier? Whatcha mean?”

Turning away, she chewed the inside of her cheek. “Ya want me ‘ta show ya what I mean?”

“I guess so...though I don’t think that applies ‘ta ya, Chi.” Letting go of her, he sets her down on the grass.

Twisting her head, she’s breath taken by the sight. “Goku-sa...this is beautiful….” Scanning her surroundings, she’s in awe of the natural beauty of this place. It was gorgeous! Hands clasping together, she coos. “I can’t get over the sight...I don’t think I’ve seen anythin’ so beautiful!”

Next to a body of water, the moonlight reflects off the large pond, illuminating the cherry blossom trees around them. Untying her sash, he pushes her cheongsam to the side and removes her pants.

“Goku-sa...not here...please.”

“There’s nobody here.” The male retorts, persisting in undressing her. Raising her dress, he throws it to the side and picks her up. Laying her on the grass, he scans her over. He couldn’t get enough of her. He didn’t grasp why she thought she wasn’t attractive anymore; if anything, he grew more in love with her the longer they were together. Pinning her wrists to the ground, he nibbles her neck and earlobes. “Mhm~ Chi-Chi, I can’t get enough of ya...all I want is to make love to you all night long.”

Giving in to him, she stays still. Eyelids lowering, her lips part. Oh, how she missed the two of them spending time like this. Then she had been the one resisting him. “Goku-sa...I want ya….”

A smile spreading upon his lips, he gradually trails down her body to her sex. Sniffing her juices, his tongue runs over her opening. Pulling her underwear aside, his tongue delves in deeper. While he was at it, he would get as much as he could from her. It had been too long since he got to enjoy each other alone like this. Glancing up, he wraps his arms around her thighs and pulls her core closer to her.

Curling her toes, she grips his hair harshly. Why did she ever push this away? She couldn’t get enough of him! “Goku-sa...more, please….”

Nostrils flaring, he presses his thumb against her nub. Tracing around her clit, the Saiyan licks up her fluids - allowing to drench his face, his greedy, lustful eyes lock on hers. He wanted to get every last drop of her. Not understanding how the female body worked, he breaks away to breathe. “Don’t hold back, please. I want ya ‘ta be as loud as ya can.”

Whimpering, she shakes her head. “I won’t do it….”

Slipping his hand from under her thigh, he penetrates her flower. Latching to her clit, he gently flicks her nub left to right, top to bottom, repeating the motions, trying to find what suited her best.

Nails digging into his scalp, she’s unable to keep eye contact with him.

“Look at me.” Her husband demands, desiring everything she had to give. Pulling away, he curves his fingers, forcing them deep into her. “Look at me.”

Opening her eyes, she clenches her teeth, struggling to hold on. It was so much for her little body to handle. She couldn’t take it any longer; she was going to explode.

“Don’t ya dare.” Goku hisses, recognizing she was on the brink of releasing. “Ya won’t like what’s in store.”

The petite female’s whole body tenses, striving to save herself from her punishment, or that’s what she assumed.

“Look at me.”

She couldn’t do it...she couldn’t. Goku was demanding too much of her, and she couldn’t take it any longer. Releasing, her cunt quivers around his fingers. Usually, she would enjoy it - with her husband taking the passion and affection she needed from him, she breaks.

Nose crinkling, the robust Saiyan scowls. He was disappointed that she did the opposite of what he told her to do - how could she disobey him like that? About to give her the punishment of a lifetime, he freezes. Was she crying?... Sitting in horror above her, he rests his hand against her cheek. Thumb grazing below her eye, he wipes her tears. “Chi-Chi... I’m sorry...I took it too far….”

“...I don’t want ‘ta do anymore….” The dainty woman mumbles. “Please...please, I don’t want too... I’m sorry for disappointing ya….”

Pulling her into his arms, he presses her head against his chest. “No, don’t apologize. Ya did nothin’ wrong...please don’t apologize. This is all on me... I’ve failed ya as a husband for bein’ away for so long...an’ your trust is somethin’ I’ll have to earn back....please forgive me, Chi-Chi...I love ya too much to hurt you.”

Resting her head against his bosom, she uses his gi to soak up his tears. “... it’s my fault for not bein’ more understandin’...I should be able ‘ta do more as yer wife when ya wanna do stuff like this... I’m a disappointment.”

“Stop.” Resting his hand against her ear, he lovingly gazes at her, hoping she’ll lookup. “Don’t ya ever say that. You’re perfect the way ya are...I need to me more gentle with ya these next few months and only when ya want it, we can take it further...please let me know if it’s ever too much for ya...I don’t want anythin’ to ever happen to Chi-Chi... you’re too important to me. I love ya so much...I couldn’t stop thinkin’ ’bout ya when I was dead...all I wanted was to touch ya again - hold ya in my arms.”

Sobbing harder, she clings to him - praying this would never end that she and her husband would never separate from each other again. “...promise me ya won’t die... that’s all I want.”

Lifting her chin, Goku rests his forehead against hers. Dying wasn’t something he ever wanted to do, but he had no control or say over what happened. “I can’t promise that, Chi. Y’know that.”

“It ain’t fair! It ain’t!”

“...” Startled by his wife, he tries his best to stay patient with her. “...I know, Chi-Chi. I know, but if I left savin’ the universe to anyone else, I couldn’t be at peace with myself.”

Having enough, she releases everything she’s been holding onto for decades. Though they talked about this once before, she had to share it with Goku again. “I don’t care ’bout the universe! Let it die! Why do ya have ‘ta care so much ’bout everybody else, but yer own family? I don’t get it, Goku-sa...I don’t.”

Brows drawing together, his jaw tightens. He hadn’t expected that out of Chi-Chi. Then with what he put her through, he couldn’t blame her. No one else had to go without their significant other like she did. “...that ain’t true. I do it all for ya an’ the kids.”

“Then stay alive!”

“It ain’t that simple, Chi-Chi. Y’know that...I thought I was doin’ everybody a favor when I refused to come back.” He sighs, eyes glancing off momentarily.

She refused to let him off easily. He needed to understand how long her heart ached for him, how she was only living for her sons and no one else - though, she’d never let anyone know that. “...did ya even think how I’d feel when ya’d do that?! I was convinced that I wasn’t good enough for ya! That ya didn’t want me no more that ya’d rather be dead an’ be trainin’ than be with me! I cried myself ‘ta sleep convinced ya didn’t love me no more an’ worse I was carryin’ yer child that ya didn’t know ’bout nor appeared ‘ta care ‘bout...my heart ached for ya...an’ everybody told me ‘ta move on, but I couldn’t...I wanted ‘ta convince myself that ya still loved me even though I’d never see ya again. So, I spoiled Goten considerin’ it was the one last piece of ya I had...all I wanted was ‘ta have ya hold me in yer arms an’ tell me ya loved me!”

“...” Speechless, Goku’s aware he can never make it up to her - ever. That it was a major fuck up on his part, and he’d carry it with him the rest of his life. Nothing would ever make up for what he put his family through, especially his wife. It would be no surprise if he traumatized all of them. Tightening his grip on her, he breaks the silence between them. “I promise that I will do everythin’ in my power to protect ya an’ the kids an’ if anythin’ happens to me that I’ll do everythin’ I can to come back to you, kay? You’re my whole world, Chi-Chi.”

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malliebuu · 8 years ago

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Requests:

Taking one-shot requests🤘🏻 Let me know! I have a few things that are flippin' around in the 'ol noodle, but some fresh ideas/ requests would be amazing! Lemme know! ❤️

#bulma x vegeta fanfiction #vegebul fanfiction #dbs #dbzfanfiction

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herosreprise · 9 years ago

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Of Saiyans and Parenting

-DBZ ficlet-

Summary: Christmas morning with the Briefs family (new gen)

Characters: Vegeta, Trunks x Marron, OC (children)

A/N: Happy birthday to Mia ( @distructodicks ) I hope you like this silly little smol fic. :P

The twins were on a sugar-driven, hunt and gather mission early on Christmas morning. Grandma Bulma had been majorly sneaky in hiding all of the presents throughout the Capsule compound to avoid everything (including the presents not addressed to the demi-saiyans in question) being opened before first light.

The 6 year old boys, Camise and Edrew, had given up on the present hunt after upturning the library, study, playroom, their mum’s art studio and their dad’s office to no avail. They had currently set their sights on the kitchen.

The maids had started the cooking early. It was in fact only 6am, however, being Christmas, Aunty Bulla and her boyfriend were supposed to be returning home for the holiday and their cousins from the Son family as well as Nana and Pop (among others) were to make an appearance this afternoon. Food preparation required an early start if they wanted to feed such a large, hungry mass of guests.

A pot, big enough for both boys to stand up in, was set on the stove slow cooking something that smelled absolutely delicious. After receiving a boost from his brother Camise climbed onto the fiery stove, watching carefully where he stood as not to burn his bare feet. He peered into the silver cauldron with curiosity.

Just as he thought, the potatoes were marinating in a thick vegetable gravy. His mouth started watering at the sight. As he realised just how hungry he was after their big search operation.

“Dare me to take one?” he smirked at his identical counterpart.

“Mum will be mad,” Edrew warned.

“Gramms will be madder,” Camise grinned, undeterred.

“Pinch one for me too would you,” Edrew beckoned wickedly.

Camise had to lift himself right into the pot to be able to reach the precious loot at the bottom. He had his hips pressed to the lip of the vessel and reached into it, unaware of the fact he was forcing the pot of searing hot liquid to tilt towards his unsuspecting brother still boosting him up.

His small fingers were centimetres from contact with the potato when the disgruntled voice that often sent shivers up his spine called out from the door way of the kitchen.

“What’s this?!” His voice was raised, but even, and free from shock. As if he wasn’t surprised to see the scene in front of him despite what his words suggested.

The boys immediately removed themselves from the stove and straightened up as if no wrong-doing had occurred.

“Nothing, Grandpa-Vegeta, Sir,” the boys sing-songed in unison, the lie flawlessly upheld. Not a hint of denial or doubt about them. They were quite talented little tricksters.

Vegeta frowned and made a menacing looking face, “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to steal Christmas dinner before you have been permitted would you?” He stepped closer to the boys who were desperately trying to keep their poker-face intact.

“No Grandpa-Vegeta, Sir,” they responded again, despite flinching slightly as the scary Saiyan stepped closer to them.

“Because you know what we do with little boys who steal food before it’s been served?” Vegeta began, as he closed the gap between the boys.

Edrew gulped and Camise began to sweat, their impeccable innocent disposition vanishing at the imminent threat coming their way.

“We replace the food stolen with them of course,” Vegeta whispered in a hoarse serious tone. At the sight of his grandsons going rigid with fear Vegeta smirked, satisfied he could still scare them when required. He was proud they could save-face for as long as they did but they would need to work on their ability to maintain an innocent facade indefinitely.

Camise let out the breath of air he hadn’t know he had been holding when his grandfather’s smile made him realise he was just playing with them.

His brother, obviously on the same wavelength, threw an unexpected punch at Vegeta’s arm which literally caused no damage at all.

“Oh yeah? You’re gunna cook us up huh?” Edrew provoked, “I’d like to see you try old man!”

The twins began laughing and shot off in different directions, beckoning their grandpa to try catch them.

“I’ll give you a 20 second head-start,” Vegeta announced after the twins had bolted, “And then I’m starting on the main course.”

His wife was pretending she was still asleep, even though her pattern of breathing had returned to that of a fully conscious person. Trunks leaned into her and considered calling her out on her false pretences. They both needed to get up and deal with their twin terrors.

“Five more minutes,” Marron mumbled into her pillow.

“Five more minutes could see Capsule Corps destruction from the mini-Supers,” Trunks mused.

Mini Super Sayains was more of a nickname than a description of the boys. They were not actually capable of the transformation, which was expected at age 6.

Edrew and Camise, looked almost identical to their father Trunks when he was their age, with one obvious difference.

They both had their mother’s light blonde hair. They were the first, ever, Saiyans to be born with that hair colour and all of their families and friends had joked that they were ‘born-super’ since they had the light coloured eyes to add to the mix.

The boys seemed to embrace the nickname and often overestimated their strength and challenged just about everyone on the Z-fighter squad.

They felt accomplished when they broke things. The spoilt brats. Hence Trunks’ immediacy in wanting to get up and get through the ‘gift giving’ segment of the holiday and hopefully satiate the boys’ hunger for destruction.

Marron rolled over and placed her face into her husband’s chest, “But it’s only 6am,” she whined, “You knew I wasn’t a morning person when you married me, it’s not my fault.”

Amused, Trunks wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back, “Fine,” he sighed and he could feel her face contort into a smile against his chest, “Five more minutes.”

“Merwy Chrwithmth,” she mumbled into him, he grinned. He had been looking forward to Christmas for weeks.

“Are you excited about today?” Trunks asked, even though he knew she wanted to sleep.

She rolled onto her back so that she could breathe, “Oh yeah, two hyperactive present-hungry little warriors, and all of our extended family judging our poor parenting abilities, what’s not to excite?”

He chuckled, she really was grumpy in the morning, “Not that, I mean, didn’t we agree we would be telling everyone today?”

Marron opened her eyes for the first time that morning and looked at Trunks. Of course she remembered. She was certainly nervous about telling everyone but judging by his dopey grin, he was obviously excited about it. She couldn’t help but match his level of enthusiasm despite her fatigue.

“Oh yeah,” she said, rubbing her stomach, “Absolutely,” she beamed.

Trunks shifted on the bed, lowering himself away from the head so that his face was over Marron’s stomach. An action that had become routine for him.

“Hey there little one,” Trunks whispered. “I hope you enjoy the Christmas feast today,” he grinned.

Marron chuckled nodding her head.

“And thank you for being my gift this year,” he whispered seriously this time, before kissing her stomach.

“Aw,” Marron cooed, “Come here, I’ll give you a gift,” Marron tugged Trunks from the nape of his neck, pulling him towards her for a kiss.

“Well we do still have 1 minute 20 seconds left,” he kissed her briefly before the sounds of pots and pans crashing in the kitchen below their bedroom interrupted the couple.

Marron rolled her eyes, “Okay you were right, we should have been up ages ago,” she sighed as she made for the bedside to get up and dressed before dealing with her little trouble-makers.

She pulled the dressing gown over herself, passing clean clothing to her husband looking disappointed, sitting on the bed, “You coming down too?”

“Yeah, just one more thing,” he gripped Marron by her waist pulling her towards his face. He spoke directly to her stomach again, “Please let there be only one of you in there,” he begged.

Marron reluctantly slid the door to the kitchen open, certain it was going to be bedlam.

Vegeta was holding both boys by the ankle in one hand. Hanging upside down, they were screaming and carrying on, trying to swipe at him as he held them over a boiling pot of Christmas dinner. Their heads so close to being dipped.

“What’s going on?!” Marron screamed out.

The boys hushed their commotion and the three of them turned to face the cross mother. Wide eyed, the boys just pointed at their captor and Vegeta simply pointed back at them as an accusation of blame.

Marron looked over the dishevelled kitchen noting all of the cutlery, crockery and cook books littered over the floor as if a great battle had taken place in Bulma’s kitchen.

Trunks muttered something under his breath as he walked in behind Marron with a wagon of presents in tow and looked over the scene.

“There won’t be any presents until this place gets cleaned up,” Marron growled sternly taking the arm of the wagon and threatening to throw them all away.

The sheepish, apologetic look came to the boys’ faces, obviously well-practiced and fake.

“I’m sorry Mum,” they both churned out in unison, making their best cutesy faces complete with puppy dog eyes.

“Aren’t you going to say anything,” Marron muttered to Trunks who looked amused rather than annoyed.

He changes his expression quickly and glared at his sons and then to the likely man responsible for the mess.

“Seriously Father?” Trunks admonished, “I thought you would know better,” he crossed the room and pulled his sons away from the stove, placing them safely on the floor.

Vegeta merely rolled his eyes.

“They’ll need adequate seasoning before you put them in,” Trunks whispered low enough so that only Marron couldn’t hear.

Vegeta smirked and swatted Trunks on the back, “I’ll get the salt and pepper,” he announced, shooting the boys a daring ‘this isn’t over look’ look as he left out.

“NO! Mum he’s going to eat us!” Edrew squawked, rushing to hug his mother’s legs, “Dad’s in on it too!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Trunks shrugged.

“I’m telling Grandma on you!” Camise shouted after Vegeta as they burst out of the room.

“Hey! Get back here!” Marron yelled.

Trunks grinned as he started picking up the contents of the kitchen, well aware that no one else was going to do it, “There’s so much volume in this family.”

Marron ran a hand through her hair and sighed crouching down to help clean up.

“Hey you can’t complain Briefs, I know very well you encourage it,” she said.

He smiled, “Is it crazy that I love it this way?” he admitted sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes. Crossing the room to place her faces on his shoulders. After kissing his forehead, she smirked, “If it is, then I’m pretty crazy too.”

(A/N: Tried to keep the undergarment naming theme. Camise – ‘camisole’, Edrew – ‘drawers’. I’m pretty lame I know. GRANDPA VEGETA IS MY AESTETIC. Comments appreciated. Xx)

#dbzfanfiction #trumar fanfiction #vegeta #trunks #marron #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MIA #NextGenDBZ

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fyrechylde · 12 years ago

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DBZ Fanfiction: Dreaming Old Dreams

DISCLAIMER: All characters are property of their respective owners and I have no part of that...unfortunately.

Dreaming Old Dreams

by Sariel

Rated: R for violence

Read this at your own risk.

Now, on with the horror show....

Deep in the ruins of the city, a decayed hand shoots up from its rocky grave. Out of the dank street crawls a partially decomposed creature. Slowly, more dig their ways out of this urban cemetery.

Hearing a footstep, the child opens impossibly dark eyes to see a legion of vulgar stinking corpses surrounding him. Their eyeless sockets glare hateful murder; their bony claw-like fingers yearn to rip his baby-soft skin apart. They advance sluggishly, their hate seeping out like the black bile oozing from their decades-old wounds. The small prince heaves a tiny sigh and closes his eyes. Waiting....

- - - - -

Jerking awake in the dark, his heart jack-hammering in his chest, he scans the room instinctively. Climbing slowly out of bed, he saunters over to the window. The moon is heavy and full as he gazes out over the silvered landscape. The scenery is almost enough to take away the old bloodstains clotting his dreams for the moment.

Looking to his side, he breathes an inaudible sigh, relieved that his beautiful mate still lies slumbering peacefully. She should never know of the dark things that play in his dreams when sleep comes. As Vegita is staring at his mate, a flicker of movement catches his eye from the window. Peering out, he sees a monstrous Oozaru stomping West Capital, ki shooting out its mouth as it destroys the city in gleeful abandonment.

He cocks his head to the side and murmurs

"Hmmm...odd."

Slinking back over to the bed, he climbs back in and nestles snugly against the warm bare skin of his mate and feels the hands of sleep pulling him down into darkness.

Eyes snap back open. He sits up abruptly, and a light bulb flips on in the back of his mind.

"What the FUCK?"

Throwing off the covers, he races to the window. Nothing there. Shaking his head and smacking his cheek a few times, he whispers.

"I must be dreaming...."

He checks the window one last time to appease his shaken mind. There in all its were-ape glory stands the Oozaru grinning wickedly at him through the glass. In disbelief, he put his hands against the window pane only to feel it crumbling beneath his fingertips. The walls start to fall around him as the building seems to dissolve of its own accord. Horror-struck, he feels himself falling down with no chance to fly.

Falling...

down…

Down into the mouth of that hideous creature.

- - - - -

The child wakes up screaming. A female with long, spiky, reddish-black hair creeps quietly over to his bed. Though her face appears impassive, dark eyes smile at the baby. She picks him up crooning softly in a dead tongue.

"Hush, little prince, all is well. It was only a dream."

At the sound of his mother's voice, the child quiets. The female holds him protectively against her chest, rumbling out a purr to soothe the prince back to sleep.

Suddenly, a familiar cackle breaks the peaceful air.

The Saiyan woman holding the little prince stands up and starts to back away from the new threat. A deafening crack smashes her skull into pieces. Blood falls on the prince's face as the woman drops him to the floor.

Falling

falling.....

The little prince opens his eyes. Blackness engulfs his vision until suddenly a spark of light brightens the room. Lifting his head from the stone floor, he sees the light showcasing an empty throne with the crest of Vegita-sei emblazoned on its black onyx surface. Standing up slowly he makes his way towards the shiny surface, hand outstretched. Just as his small fingers touch the cool stone surface, he hears a malicious chuckle from behind him. The very sound freezes the blood in his veins.

Dazed, the child turns to see the Monster of his nightmares. A powerful tail wraps around the child's throat lifting him off the ground in a stranglehold. Vainly, his fingers grasp at the Monster's appendage as he is turned to stare into the face of his demon Master. The violet lips curl into a vicious smile causing the child's stomach to drop violently. Gently, the tail lowers him to the floor in front of this dreaded creature's feet. An androgynous voice lilts softly.

“Lick my feet little prince.”

Fear sends an electric chill over the child's backbone and spreads panic to every nerve ending in his body. Thoughts of past punishments given for insubordination flit through his mind. For thirty years, this creature ripped out his soul and spat on it, using anger and fear to forge another monster, made in the lizard's image and fit only to rule with an iron fist drenched in blood and filled with hate.

It was too much.

“NO! I will NEVER bow to YOU again!! I will never bow to ANYONE EVER AGAIN!!!”

The creature trills a high pitched laugh and sneers menacingly.

“Well then, oh gracious prince, will you kill me now or wait until later?”

Powering up, the child morphs into a man wearing broken armor and impotent pride.

Raging out of control, he hurtles toward the lizard, the epitome of all his madness, his hatred; the one being in the universe he could blame for the ruin of his life. The white doll-like face smiles evilly and bats the young prince away like a cat toy.

He collides heavily with the onyx throne, the impact shattering it into splinters. Lying there among the ruins of his heritage, Vegita hears a familiar cackle. Sitting up, he watches his Master change. Some of the lizard's white skin turns darker and more bronze colored, while other parts transform into an orange fabric. His smooth head elongates and the top warps into soft black hair. The eyes turn from hateful red to laughing black. The prominent sneering face melts into that of a laughing fool. The new creature tilts its head at the young prince and grins genially.

“So Vegita…Kill me now or later?”

Snarling in rage, the prince stands up from the fragments of his birthright and charges mindlessly causing the laughing face to still ominously. The fool's dark hair flames into a brilliant gold, and the his powerful aura wards off the prince's foolhardy attack.

Stunned into stillness by the sudden transformation, the prince can only look on in wretched jealously as this…this…stupid third-class soldier acquires in only a few moments all that Vegita had strived for in his entire lifetime. This fool had achieved it first. This fool had destroyed his evil Master single-handedly. This fool who didn't even know what a true Saiyan was and didn't even care. HE had achieved it and not the prince. The prince of all Saiyans. The prince of only three subjects, a poor kingdom indeed.

Demons from the past and present suddenly rush in from the corners of his mind, darkness colliding with light. Images of his evil Master along with visions of innocent eyes pleading for mercy, and golden-haired heroes who were not him all collide with screams of fear and whispers of heady madness causing a crescendo that could not be ignored. But above it all there was the sound of laughter. A cruel sound meant only to torment. With a panicked start, he realizes that the laughter is originating from his own throat.

- - - - -

Jerking awake in the dark, his heart jack-hammering in his chest, he scans the room instinctively. A small sound comes from the side of the bed. Vegita automatically raises a ki-glowing fist to strike down the intruder. Wide blue eyes stare at him innocently and, to his surprise, without any fear in them.

“Daddy?”

Vegita takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, almost frightened at how close he had come to injuring his only child.

“What Trunks?”

“I had a bad dream.”

Opening his eyes and staring at his child, once again he is reminded of how amazing it was that he should have such a child. A child untouched by anger, fear, or death.

“Hush brat, it was only a dream.” Despite the harshness of the words, the voice is a soothing growl. He knows what it is like to despise the demons lurking just behind the eyelids… waiting.

“Daddy?”

“What?” Slightly rougher this time.

“Kill me now or later?”

- - - - -

The morning dawns clear and bright as Bulma stumbles blearily into the kitchen. Shoving the filter and coffee into the machine, she sighs gratefully when its aroma finally beings to flavor the air. After a few moments, she pours herself a cup, drinking deeply from the bitter but addictive liquid. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turns around, surprised that he hasn't made the effort to startle her as usual. Pouring a second cup, she offers it to him.

“Sleep well?”

A grunt.

She smiles softly as he accepts her offering.

“Any dreams?”

This is a slight pause as his onyx eyes stare emotionlessly into hers.

“No.”

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