Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste Of Honey pt. I: Sweeter Than Wine ❯ Good Morning! (A Day With The Licans) ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

MNK:This chapter takes place 59 days after the last one. (On planet Aniria, each week is ten days long) This chapter was also originally somewhat of a lemon. You’ll see why after you’ve read the first part. In this chapter, I reveal just what I think of Rou Kaioshin, the elder Supreme Kai. (Perv) I also introduce some other Licans, and one of Kitty and Piccolo’s sons. Kaioshin is beginning to change, and not the way he changed after he met Ambrosia. What the Hell is going on???
For disclaimers, please refer to first chapter.
When Kaioshin awoke, he could almost feel Ambrosia’s tail wrapped round his leg, and his face still buried in her neck. He sighed and reached out to embrace her, but his arms met…nothing. There was a pillow in his face, and the sheets were tangled about his legs. The sun was up, and she was gone. He opened the curtains, bathing the room with light. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, and scratched his scalp. His feathery white hair hung limp and in places was plastered to his skull with sweat. He’d never been so SORE! His head ached, his back ached, his EARS ached---but mostly the whole lower part of his body ached. He limped over to the center of the room and looked around. There were at least six doors in the walls, and he never could remember which one he needed. He shuffled over to one with a lightning bolt on the front, and opened it. As usual he was confronted with the closet. He closed the door and opened the next one. Once again, he found the living room. He tried his luck with a door that had a moon on it. It led into a smaller, less comfortable bedroom.
“She deliberately took me on her pillow…” he murmured. He crossed his arms and shook his head. “determined little minx!” he grinned. He headed to the next door. Bingo. It was a rather large room, with tile walls and floor. The ceiling light was soft and somewhat bluish, and there was a large skylight. There was a large cabinet, and a counter sink just low enough for him to sit on, with a good sized slab mirror over it. What always amazed him was the shower. It had to be seven feet square, and up to his hips. There were steps leading in and out, and it was surrounded by a long, dark curtain. The first time he’d been in there, he’d been speechless. Now, aside from not being speechless, he had a funky, salty, pheromonal scent about him, though hard to detect under the scent of lilacs and mead. now THAT was a scent he recognized. Smiling at the memory of last nights adventures, he disrobed and stepped into the tub. The cool water on his back was so refreshing….
Once again she was with him. Her violet hair was streaked with water like the tail around his waist. Her deep, soulful black eyes stared into his, begging for more, as he lifted her by the rump. She held onto his shoulders, and buried her face in his neck as her legs hooked about his waist. She looked up at him. Slowly their eyes closed. Closer…closer…their lips only an inch apart…
“OW, SHIT!” he gasped. The old familiar pain was back. The day dream was over. Soap was running in his eyes. “Damn You!” he glared at the cause of his pain. “Dealing with Rou is bad enough, I can’t take the dream police as well!!” Scowling he rinsed the soap out of his hair and began rubbing in the conditioner. If he left like that, people would be sure to notice, and the only way to get rid of his arousal was to satisfy it. But Ambrosia was gone…how could he…? Then it came to him. He turned the shower head to face the wall, and knelt facing the drain. He carefully wrapped his hands around his manhood, and gently thrust forward. A familiar feeling washed over him, as he thrust his hands toward himself. He closed his eyes. He could just see her…her beautiful face, her slender waist, her wide hips, her full breasts…he could almost taste them as he licked his lips. He felt her tightness around him, her wetness gracing his manhood…he moaned. He felt the pleasure rising, and her tail teasing his testicles. Finally it came; her hot juices met his and his head spun in circles. When it was over, he washed his seed down the drain, and rinsed his hair. He turned off the water and wrung the water out of his hair, then stepped out and wrapped himself in a thick white towel. He headed over to the sink to comb his hair.
“AAAAAAAGH!” he screamed. When he recovered, he examined the foggy mirror more closely. Reflected in it was a man almost like him, only older. His fluffy white hair hung somewhat limp, and there were shadows under his eyes. Most surprising of all was the beginnings of white hair that stippled his chin. “The mirror must be broken…” he muttered, scratching his chin. No; he was proven wrong when the soft hair brushed his fingertips. “Great.” he scowled and materialized a razor.
About twenty minutes later, he dried off and dressed. He’d spent five minutes trying to figure out how to hold the razor, then got shaving cream in his face. Not long after, he nearly drowned trying to wash it out of his nose. It ended with him frantically trying to staunch the fountain of purple blood pouring from his jaw. Eventually, he met up with Kibito in the front hall in plain clothes with no earrings, and no armor, unless you counted the bandage slapped on his chin.
“S…Sir?”
“Shut…up.”
Kibito and the Supreme Kai stood flabbergasted by the elder. Kibito had led his master into a weight room; it was huge, and cool, and PACKED with GIRLS! “Heh heh heh…” the Elder snickered, watching one particular girl with pale blue hair streaked with white and a matching tiger-striped tail, who was doing one-handed handstand push ups. Rou whistled. Suddenly, the whole gymn went quiet, and she stopped. She turned her head to look at them, sweat running down her brow. She stood and sauntered over to the old Kai, as saucily as she could. Her white bike shorts hugged her hips like a second skin, and her sports bra showed off her every curve. She wore white bands on her wrists, ankles, and around her brow. She seemed to sparkle in the sunshine from the sky light, as she pulled her shaggy hair from its clasp. It fell around her face like a crashing wave, and her blue eyes flashed like lightning. A girl that resembled her, only with white hair and fur streaked with blue, jogged over.
“Fiora!” she called. Will you spot me for----Dear Kais!” The blue haired beauties reached the Elder Kai’s feet. He was obviously excited as he looked up at Fiora with a sick expression on his face. “You’ve got to be joking…” the white haired girl said, covering her mouth as though she’d retch.
“Shicheyno, Fiona.” (Shut up, Fiona.) she snapped. “Twar mar archemons, tel.” (Trust my intentions) She got to her knees in front of him, her tail resting on one of his crossed legs, slowly twitching. He blushed like a grape as she smoothed back his scruffy hair.
“Pardon me, Tars Paruuva.” (You Pervert.) Shin tried to hold back a snicker as he deciphered what she’d said. “Have you something to say to me?” She cupped her hand under his chin. His eyes all but closed, and he grinned up at her. She lowered her eyes a bit, and nodded, with a sly look in her eye. Everyone in the gymn was watching now, and feeling quite nauseated. “I THOUGHT so.” she smirked as she pulled him to his feet and pushed him against the wall. “Well here’s a little something to remember me by…” she purred.
She sunk her fist into the side of his head. While he shrieked and clutched his skull, she spun on her toe and buried her shoe in his, er, ‘family property. He collapsed on the carpeted floor, curled up and sobbed like a baby. Shin and Kibito stared in shock. “Serves you right, Rou Kaioshin, disgrace to the mighty race of the Kais! She sneered. “You oughta learn some respect for women. Be thankful I didn’t blast your stinkin EARS off!” The silent crowd had burst into laughter. “If you want some action, old man, you’re not getting’ it from US, so you can just kiss Babidi’s filthy, shit stained ass!” Eyes bugged; girls gasped; Fiora just walked away toward the door. Rou whimpered, and Shin shook his head.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Please forgive what my sister has done!” Fiona cried racing over.
“No need.” Shin sighed. “He’s been asking for that.” Kibito was in shock.
“Who are you and where have you buried my master?” he muttered. Shin ignored him, and turned to the white and blue haired girl, who was still looking rather sick.
“I take it you are Miss Fiona?”
“Yes, Master Shin. I am Fiona Eycernia Vegeta. That was my twin sister, Fiora Seafemme Vegeta.” Shin raised an eyebrow.
“You’re related to Vejita?”
“Oh no!” she laughed. “Vejita is Fiora’s mate! Our last name is Vegeta. We are the daughters of the first Salzain king of Planet Vejita. Not long after we reached age four, the Saijins took over, and we had to flee. We were named after the planet, and Vejita was named after his father, who was named after us. We are of no other relation.” She led him away.
Shin took a long look around. There were so many women! True, many were with men, but still the mere appearance of such beauty and innocence as surrounded the daughters of Lica, was enough to drive one mad. Yet Shin just followed, indifferent to his surroundings, while Kibito trailed behind wide eyed. Two brown haired beauties with tails and hawk like wings volleyed a weighted ball back and forth, while a similar white haired woman had some bent feathers clipped by a woman with hair like steel to her waist, and even longer tail, but no wings. Kibito stared at her in awe as the group of three slowly walked over. The twins turned to them at the same time, and the one on the left got smacked in the side of the face with the ball. This close, Kibito could see that it appeared they had exchanged their left eyes, for one, the left was gold and the right was brown, for the other, it was brown while the right was gold. The twins got down on one knee, with their faces to the floor. Fiona gestured to them. “These are Licans Dahlia and Delilah Falconia.” Their wings trembled, unable to speak. The woman with white hair and wings stepped forward, the sun shining off the iridescent streaks in her hair, feathers and tail. She held out her hand and said in a soft voice,
“Pleasure to meet you, Master Kaioshin. I am Aurora Borea L’eaumarvo D’Lica.” At her silence, the steel haired one slunk forward and swept her long grey mantle aside in a low bow, graceful as a cat. This close, Kibito could see the thin gold and copper streaks in her hair, and steel blue eyes.
“Greatest pleasure, I assure you, Master Shin…” she glanced at the taller man with a mischievous grin. “and Kibito.” His eyes widened as he blushed. “Long have I awaited to make your acquaintances.” She brushed her long silky hair from her face, gazing slyly at Kibito. His master stared out the window, too zoned out to notice. “My name is Orana Oraria L’eaumarvo D’Lica. Call on me if you need anything…perhaps a tour of the grounds?” A shiver ran down Kibito’s spine as she parted her lips in a smile, baring a pair of small, but sharp fangs. She was just getting more beautiful every minute! “Fiona,” she said turning to her. Your sister needs a spotter. I’ll take’em from here.” Fiona walked off, and as Orana stepped past, a breeze caught her hair and it brushed Kibito’s arm. Accident? Maybe, maybe not!
The room was not only filled with Licans, but Nameks, a dozen Saijins, and a good deal of youngsters who looked like a mix between Salzain, Namek, and punk-rocker---Kitty’s kids. She and Piccolo stood by the wall, watching them with loving eyes. Kitty seemed different from the others, though Kibito couldn’t tell why. Her short fluffy hair was like a mane, and a mix of silver, pearl, and every color of violet and lavender imaginable. Her tail was a match, and was so long it dragged on the floor. Her eyes were purple as plums, and her ears slightly pointed. She was pale, slender, buxom, and well proportioned with gentle, sleepy eyes. There was an air of age and dignity about her, as if she’d seen it all and done it all. She wore a dark blue gi with a lime green belt, and brown sandals. She stood with her tail around his waist, clutching the arm, he had around hers. She leaned back to rest her head in the hollows of his neck, smelling his grassy ocean scent for all she was worth. He smiled down at her, and they shared a slow kiss. Ora sighed. “Aii, what a pair of lucky bastards.” she smiled. “It’s said that their love is greater than any other on this planet. They’ve been through so much together, and it just keeps getting stronger.” Her hair brushed Kibito’s arm again, and he couldn’t help but run his fingers though it. “It’s enough to make a girl positively green with envy…” Finally they headed over to a rather empty corner. There sat a familiar looking woman with silvery lavender hair, a tail, and fierce piercing black eyes. She straddled the end of a bench, lifting and lowering three massive barbells---one in each hand, her tail gripping the other. She seemed angrier than usual, so Orana approached her carefully. “Melaza?” she whimpered. The woman growled, staring straight ahead.
“WHAT?!” Orana flinched, but continued.
“You…your Charges are here.” Melaza still didn’t look.
“Good. Fetch Namekias. I need to finish my morning workout, so they might as well make them selves useful. Yaz’ll take the runt----you get the weirdo.” The ‘weirdo’ gulped as Orana’s eyes lit on him for a moment, then returned to her menacing sister.
“Ja-yu, mar shora.” (Yes, my Lican sister.) she bowed. “Ajho Fravey.” (It shall be.) She turned to the Kais. “Ry-mo M’eldoras.” (Stay My elders.) she said quietly. “J’an rano dar shu.” (I’ll return soon.) With that, she raced off to the corner where Kitty’s children were working out. Soon she returned with a dark skinned Namek boy, who had dark blue hair like a buzz saw, messy blue eyebrows, long white fangs, a thick set jaw, and a long, dark blue tail. He wore a black gi with a blue belt, and shoes like Piccolo’s. he swaggered at her side, his clawed hands deep in his pockets, looking superior and bored with the world. Orana gently put a hand on his shoulder as she introduced him to the astonished Kais. “M’eldoras?” she said cheerfully. “This is Namekias Majunior, Kitty and Piccolo’s eldest son.” The boy snorted, crossed his arms and turned his head. Just like his father would’ve done at his stage of life. “Master Shin, he will be your sparring partner till my sister’s B.O.W. level goes down.” The kais looked confused.
“B.O.W.?”
“Bitch Of the Worlds.” she replied under her breath.
“I heard that!” Melaza snapped. Orana rolled her eyes.
“I hope you haven’t stuck me with a pansy…” Namekias grumbled, eyeing his opponent. “He looks like a wuss.” Shin blushed in rage. “He looks like my kid brother, too.” He circled Shin, as though looking for a weakness. “Not to mention…” he took a delicate whiff. “He smells like my parents room did this morning.” He frowned in confusion. Melaza froze and turned beet red. Shin turned sheet white. Had he not gotten all of the scent off?! Orana just rolled her eyes again.
“His room mate uses the same shampoo as your mother, doofus. Now don’t be so rude.” Melaza and Shin finally exhaled. “Come on, Yaz…” He took the rubber band off his tail and used it to tie his hair back. “Be gentle with Master Shin. And you----” she glanced at Shin. “don’t hold back.” Melaza got up from the weight bench and began beating the stuffing out of a punching bag.” Orana walked over to Kibito. “Lose the armor!” she laughed. “It’ll only hamper your movements. And pin your hair back.” She pulled a white band from her wrist, and pulled back her hair. He followed her advise as she pulled off her mantle and sandals. She led Kibito to an empty corner where a mat was laid out. She got into an unusual stance.
“Uh, are you okay?” She grinned mischievously.