Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Taste Of Honey pt. I: Sweeter Than Wine ❯ Complications ( Chapter 8 )

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

MNK:Yes, it’s that chapter you’ve all been waiting for. (At least, all of you who are wondering what a Clopsian is) In this chapter, a molehill turns into a mountain, and things go awry. Shin also goes back to school, and learns about Tri-Clopsians. By the way the little comment in the first section came from a song on the Tommy album by The Who. Also, Ambrosia and Melaza’s last name is French for “Honey.” “Ambrosia” means “something with an especially delightful flavor or fragrance.” “Melaza” is the Spanish word for “Molasses.”
For disclaimers, please refer to first chapter.

Kaioshin and Ambrosia lay together, soaking in the warm water; Ambrosia with her back on the sloped side, Shin with his back to her, somewhat in her lap, both in equal ecstasy. He reclined with his head resting between her breasts, with her arms around his upper stomach. It was only a few hours till Rousa (dawn,) and after five hours of non-stop lovemaking, both were getting rather tired. Ambrosia placed a kiss on the top of his head, and slid her right hand around under the water, to caress his manhood, from the tip all down the shaft, from the root, to the small area behind it that caused a great moan and tremor. “Tommy, can you hear me?” she smirked. He let out an odd, undignified grunt as he woke from his trance, and turned his head to gaze at her lovingly. “I love you, Kaioshin, mon chur Chien Tang. With all my heart.”
“And I, you, Dearest Ambrosia.” he whispered pulling her legs to hook around his waist. The feeling of his rear being pushed into her crotch made her close her eyes and sigh. “With all my heart, with all my strength, with all my soul.” One look into his eyes told Ambrosia that he was ready for sleep, but right as she was about to suggest going to bed, she noted that his eyes were closed, and his breath was soft and deep. He’d fallen asleep in her arms.
Once again, Kaioshin awoke to the silence of an empty room. He was alone in their bed, and by the clock, it was noon. A note was pinned to her pillow saying that Kibito and Orana wouldn’t be joining them today, and on the night stand sat a steaming cup of coffee. He knew by the divine feeling entrancing his body that they’d been up making love much longer than usual. Funny though…while he remembered the long soak with his lavender skinned angel, he had no real memory of leaving the bath. He rolled over and discovered that he was naked, and the bed was covered with Ambrosia’s thick white robe, which was soaked where they had lain. He’d fallen asleep in her arms, and she’d carried him to bed. How embarrassing. ‘Well,’ he thought as he sipped his coffee. ‘At least I needn’t shower!’ He had lived with Ambrosia in the Opalace for six weeks thus far, and he felt at home as he dressed. He’d gotten used to shaving, and the plain clothes…he’d even gotten used to Melaza’s attitude problems. As he finished shaving, he heard a knock on the hall door. He quickly wiped his face, dumped the wet towels down the laundry chute, and hung the robe in the bathroom. “Come in.” he called out. Through the door stepped Hazel, with a piece of parchment in her hand. He led her to the living room, and they sat down.
“I’m got good news and bad news, Mister Shin.” she sighed. “The good news, we have most of the ingredients.” Her eyes grew worried. “The bad news…we might have some trouble getting the others.” His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“WHAT?! What do you lack?!” she cowered a bit.
“I…I’m sorry sir. We’re doing our best. The list calls for the blood from the tail of your soul mate, blood from the wrist of a faithful servant, and blood from the tail of someone with whom you’ve been involved in a Roushga. Oh, and some grape flavored lip balm.” He was devastated. Out of a million fights, no more than ten are Roushga’s. The requirements were quite strict, but…
“I’ve been in one before…” he muttered, thinking of his encounter with Melaza. “and my opponent is here now, as are my soul mate and most faithful servant. My mate and opponent both have tails.”
“Oh, good!” she finally exhaled. “This was meant for use on the Saijin race, but I’m hoping it’ll work on you, too. Well, three guesses on who your mate is,” she smiled, slightly blushing. “but who was your opponent?” A voice spoke up from the shadows.
“I was, Hazel.” Melaza growled, her tail thrashing poisonously. “And I don’t like having needles jabbed into my tail, believe it or not.” Shin was hardly able to pay attention to what she was saying. How had she gotten in there without him knowing?!
“Melaza, it’s only a tablespoon…” Melaza interrupted.
“QUANTITY DOESN’T MATTER!” she snapped. “You may not remember what it’s like having your tail injured, but I DO! It HURTS!! If he’s gonna get my blood, he’s gonna have to earn it.”
“You’ve GOT to be KIDDING…” Hazel groaned. Melaza shot her a venomous look, narrowing her eyes.
“My tail…MY rules.”
Melaza led Kaioshin to the stables, and they both selected a good stout pony. (They were too short for horses.) Hers was a beautiful spirited grey dappled with blueish silver. His was a mixture of blue, green and purple in muted shades, like a water color painting. She clucked to the ponies. “Ash-ly----Watson----Jee out!” They headed away from the palace. As they rode, Shin finally got up the guts to ask her something that had been bothering him.
“Melaza?” he asked hesitantly. She grunted in reply. “Why must the blood come from your tail?” She though deeply and they slowed to a walk.
“The tail is our source of power----for Licans, Saijins, Salzains, the Deirana, the Tratho----for most races with tails.” she began slowly. “Within it are the powers to create, change, destroy, and heal. It makes us the fighters we are, and aids us in battle. If a Lican is born with a tail, she is helpless without it. The tail is thus because of the blood it holds----it’s thick, potent, and more powerful than anything you can imagine. The blood used in the potion that gave you that hare-lip came from Kaizenore’s tail.”
“By the way…where are we going?”
“To school.”
“Pardon?”
“I promised O’Henry that I’d be a guest speaker for his students today.”
“What about Kibito and Orana?”
“Let’s just say they’re ‘honey-mooning.’” she said with an evil smirk.
“WHAT?!!” she sighed, annoyed.
“Two hundred years ago, you and Kibito went to a planet called Tuatha-sei. She and I met you there.” A memory surfaced in his mind.
“Rana…is…Orana?”
“Duh. I knew they were in love even back then, but I also, by my gift of foresight, knew that there would be a great battle soon, and she’d play an important part in winning it. Sure enough, the day after you reached Pygorthia, Frieza’s younger brother Eyce attacked, and she played a vital part in his defeating him. Orana pined for Kibito, and I managed to keep her alive by allowing her to use my crystal ball to track your movements. It was back on Tuatha-sei that you met Ambrosia. You didn’t know who she was, but she knew you, and she as well followed in Orana’s footsteps, using the crystal ball to watch you. But those two weren’t satisfied with images after two hundred years of waiting. They wanted to hear your voices, and talk to you again. That’s why I planned this long stay.” The Kai let out an indignant grunt. “When I was informed of your accidental fusion, I notified Hazel and aided her in separating you, knowing it would only take a day. However, I had a hunch there would be a problem, so I prepared. You were to room with Ambrosia, he to room with Orana, till a fix was found.” They trotted on in silence till they reached an enormous building of grey brick. They tied their ponies out front and walked inside.
“Miss Miélle!” a cry arose as they entered the room. It was packed with children of all races----Saijins, Nameks, animals, Humans, and even indescribable mixes. All were gazing at Melaza in joy. Finally the teacher, a humanoid wolf, got them quieted.
“Put away your books, kids! You’ll just need some paper and a pen or pencil.” The children scrambled about, then returned to gazing at her in adoration. Clearly this wasn’t her first guest appearance. A Shin moved to the side of the room and sat in an empty desk by Piccolo’s eldest daughter, Jasper, who was twirling a lock of ruddy brown hair around her finger, watching her Lican aunt. “This lesson, is about PROTECTION.” A handful of the older kids squirmed in their seats. “Not that kind, perverts!” she rolled her eyes. “Protection from some of the most dangerous creatures alive----CLOPSIANS.” Through the door slouched Tien, wearing a loose button-down robe. “This is my nephew, Tien. His mother was my sister, Korjhalia.”
“Was?” someone asked.
“When a Clopsian boy is born, they are too large to pass the normal way. They are born with long claws, and tusks called ‘milk teeth.’ They tear their way out of their mother’s body.” The class shuddered. “Any how, my nephew Tien has volunteered to help us today.” He began to mutter under his breath.
“Feh. Volunteer, my a-OUCH!” She elbowed him in the ribs.
“This, children, is a Clopsian. Well, half-Clopsian. His other half is Deirana. If he were a true Clopsian, he couldn’t survive on this planet, as its atmosphere has a gas called Duron in it, which is toxic to most Clopsians. There are many differences between him and his father.” she began, picking up a short stick from the chalk tray.
“Note the eyes.” He crossed them. “All three are black. A true Clopsian’s eyes are red, or rarely, yellow or orange. In half breeds, they could be black, red, or any combination of the two. His brother has two red eyes and one black. The eye has no lashes, and the brows are thick.” He arched one eyebrow, squinting the other. “Notice the small pupil in the center of the third eye, and that it is entirely independent of the other two.” He closed his right and left eye, and left the middle one rolling around in it’s socket like a marble. Melaza got sick of his antics, as they were distracting the students. “Notice the abnormally thick SKULL!” She slammed her fist into the side of his head. “----which protects a tiny, weak brain.” Tien scowled, rubbing his head. “The skin can go anywhere from brown to pale, but is usually a bit darker than Tien’s. It is completely devoid of hair in purebreds and in most half-breeds. The blood is a dark, silvery brown, the metallic sheen coming from it being 50% mercury, a quirk that enables them to make our lives miserable. Though lacking a point, the teeth are sharp, meant for shredding flesh. Over where the canines would be,” he opened his mouth wide, and she pushed back his upper lip with her stick. “Are the nubs of the milk teeth. Now note the physique.” Pencils scrambled even faster. She rapped his shoulder with her stick, and he begrudgingly removed his robe, exposing him in naught but his bare skin and a pair of cut-offs. A human girl in the back squeaked. He smirked and flexed his muscular arms. Her eyes crossed and she passed out. Melaza rolled her eyes. “If she’d stayed awake a bit longer, she’d have learned that Clopsian half-breeds are no where near as strong as they look. The bulky muscles are an adaptation that enables them to intimidate the weak.” She crossed her arms and leaned against a wall.
“The Clopsian has many strengths. A face and body free of hair prevents an accumulation of scent, and reduces friction against the elements. The hearing is weak, but the sight is superb, and while their movements aren’t very graceful, their weight increases the danger. They are naturally telepathic, and if they train enough, they can learn to mutate, change their size, fly, and many other talents. They learn quickly and though loyal to a fault, they often enjoy picking on others, be they stronger or weaker.” Tien blushed. “Now----demonstration: how to kill a Clopsian.” Terror struck Tien, but Melaza reached up and squeezed his shoulder. “Don’t worry----you’re too tall for me. I’ve got some one else.” Through the door stepped a boy with extremely dark skin, a feathery black mohawk, and beautiful brown eyes. He also had a third eye painted on the middle of his brow. “Children, this is Kitty’s young friend, Ubuu. He’ll be aiding me in the demonstration today.” A Namekian girl in the back with black hair and tail, and golden eyes blushed and started giggling. She was Kamisai, Kitty’s youngest, and she and Ubuu were quite sweet on each other. He noticed her, turned red, and avoided her eye. He felt like such a doof with all that makeup on. He leaned over to Melaza.
“You didn’t say she’d be here!” he hissed angrily. She answered flippantly,
“You didn’t ask. Now…” she continued. “The basics. Most swords are useless, unless made of murkurite or some other metal of a similar strength, as their blood is acidic. The cuts also…duh…bleed, which releases fumes into the air, which contain mercury. Most of the universe’s inhabitants can be harmed or poisoned by mercury, and we are no exception. Anyone of any relation to Mother Lica or Father Shreah, can be killed with only the slightest bit of mercury, if used in the right way. Purebreds can’t be beaten, burned, poisoned, frozen…they are the ultimate survivors, even above roaches.” Some of the girls shivered, while a handful of the boys leaned forward wide eyed.
“Can they survive with out their heads?” one boy asked eagerly.
“I have been informed of one case, where my Lican sister Demona killed a Clopsian that lasted over a minute without his head----or rather, the head lasted without the body.”
“Just a minute?” he asked sounding disappointed.
“He would’ve lasted longer, but she stabbed him in the center eye.” Shudder. “There are many ways to kill a Tri-Clopsian, but the most effective and the easiest is to go for their biggest weak spot----the brain.” Tien snorted and sat by Kamisai. Ubuu turned to face the class. “The nerves behind the eyes are surrounded by bone, like a hollow golf tee.” She pointed to a diagram O’Henry had drawn on the board. “Each eye is positioned directly in front of a vital part of the brain. One punch, and his brain may have been punctured, which could lead to death by blood loss. Still, there are many, mostly half breeds, who have no bone around the optic nerve, like Tien.” By now, Kamisai was clinging to Tien in horror. “The most effective method is left, right, center, or Strength, Soul, Survival. Punch the left eye, and the part of his brain which controls his strength is punctured. The right eye destroys the soul, mind, and personality. The center eye covers the artery which feeds the whole body. If this artery is ruptured, the blood supply will be cut off, and the Clopsian will die of blood loss. Demonstrate, Ubuu.” They hunkered down, and he attacked her with a slapstick punch in the ribs. She slammed her fist into his left eye. “STRENGTH!” He became noticeably weaker, and slightly disoriented. He swung feebly at her jaw, but she dodged and hit him in the right eye, knocking him to the floor. “SOUL!” He lay on his back, eyes closed, trembling. “SURVIVAL!” Melaza mercilessly brought her heel down on the eye in the center of his forehead. He didn’t move. “Victory.” Kamisai raced to his side as he struggled to sit up.
“Ubuu! Are you all right?”
“Uh…yeah. I just fell kinda hard. Man, my head hurts.”
“Guess she hit you too hard.” She glared at Melaza. She shrugged.
“Sorry.” Kamisai help Ubuu to his feet, and noticed that his left eye was beginning to bruise.
“Oh, that’s gonna be one heck of a shiner.” Kamisai brushed his hair back.
“Guess I’ll be ‘weak’ for a week!” he laughed.
“Don’t worry.” She kissed him. “I’ll take care of you. See you after school!” As he left, he passed Melaza.
“Thanks!” he whispered.