Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Daughter of the Moon ❯ Unexpected Occurrences ( Chapter 3 )

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

Gohan laid flat on his stomach against the hard bed. His eyelids hung half open while he stared off in to space in silence. His ki rose and fell in unusual levels as the rest of his body barely moved. The strange behavior didn’t go unnoticed by the saiyan men on patrol outside in the halls. The two black haired men discussed the situation in mild humor. They found it funny he was getting sick right before a fight.

“I can’t believe King Vegeta is sending his grandson into the ring! Man, I’m glad I’m not royal blood. The way you have to prove your worthiness is outrageous.” The young saiyan ruffled his hair with the white glove on his right hand. The much larger saiyan standing next to him scoffed in irritation.

“Damn, sometimes I forget how young you are. You don’t understand what it means to be a saiyan yet.” The man clenched his arms so his muscles were more noticeable. The younger one watched with a curious face. “Listen, kid, we’re born warriors. We all love to fight. Your importance is entirely proved by how truly powerful you are.”

The short saiyan glared. “Okay, yeah, I know that. I’m not stupid.”

“Hey, really, it’s not like I get this sympathetic with everyone. Now,” He said as he waved a finger before his partners eyes. “Your life revolves around your power. Finding teammates, finding mates, and how you’ll die all depend on how much fighting strength you have stored inside.”

The large man didn’t look very smart but was talking and acting like he was a genius. The younger saiyan stared as a large white dewdrop of sweat hung by his head. “Um…”

“This is the reason why the soon to be Prince Trunks is fighting. His grandpa’s going to make him earn his place in the royal family.” The smaller saiyan’s eyes widened as he came upon this new found conclusion he hadn’t thought of.

“Oh… I get it. So Trunks has to kill Gohan if he wants to be considered a part of the family then?” The older saiyan nodded while his bushy mustache hairs seemed to dance on his lips.

“Yes, right on. You learn fast.” He pat the grinning saiyan on the head. “Now, let’s get the kid and head out to the arena.” His large fist shook lightly over his shoulder, pointing towards the large steel door. His partner nodded as he clicked the red button and the two entered inside Gohan’s small prison.

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“Now, don’t be afraid we you get out there. There’s no way you can lose, so don’t worry, okay?” A tall blue haired woman patted the small boy on the head. His purple colored hair bounced at the touch of her gentle pats. He stared at the ground while clenching his fists.

“You really think I can win, Mom?”

She blinked as her son met eyes with her. Her lips curved into a short smile as she nodded to him.

“I know you can win, Trunks. I’m not sure who your opponent is, but I heard he’s only about your age.” Trunks stared hard at his mother. He didn’t get to see her very often since his last birthday. His grandfather came to him and told him it was time to start learning how to fight to be the true prince. Lately he had been spending more time with him and his father, both of which didn’t care how often he saw his mom. Vegeta would only scold him when he talked about her and told him to quit whining. It was hard for him, though. He was always with his mom before.

“Mom… I miss you.” Trunks looked down with a blush of embarrassment. She wasn’t even his father’s princess, which should have been her rightful position. It was unusual but Trunks was old enough to understand. He came out of an act of temporary passion rather than true love. His parents hated each other now.

She touched the side of his cheek with her soft fingers. To hear him say that made her heart feel like someone had roped it and was tearing it out. Her eyebrows drooped as she watched Trunks bite his lip. She knew for his sake it was best to be getting it a little harder. He was kind of a baby because of how spoiled he used to be.

“Bulma! Come on, woman! Stop pampering my son to death!” They both turned to look into the dark eyes of Vegeta. His arms were crossed against his chest and his tail was wrapped tight around his hips. His dark brown hair was lighter because of the brightness of the lights in the room. His dark eyes glared through Bulma’s light blue eyes. “Dammit, no wonder the little brat whines so much. Sometimes I wonder where the hell all his pride ran off to!” Bulma’s eyes grew slender as she clenched her teeth. Just looking at the man now was making her angry.

“He’s my son, too, Vegeta! I won’t let him turn into a cocky bastard like you!” Bulma stood up with Trunks standing behind her. He was a little taller than her waist in height.

Vegeta grinned with a raised eyebrow, “Well, what’s your plan, Bulma?” He didn’t give her any time to answer him. She didn’t have a plan and he knew it. He chuckled as he walked towards the two. “It’s Prince Vegeta to you, woman. Time to go, Trunks.” His face was pinched together which made him a very intimidating looking figure. He always had an angry yet confident smile. Trunks was always a little afraid of it.

Bulma watched as Vegeta stalked off with her son. He refused to even look at her as he left the quiet room she was staying in. Trunks turned his head and looked at her the whole time they were leaving the room. Bulma gave him a tender smile as he mouthed ‘good bye’ to her. She made sure her smile was confident. She wanted him to know he would win the match.

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Kakarot and Krillin were hiding out beneath the city in the grim colored endless passageways. Krillin kept his eyes open in case any freakish monsters or saiyans decided to pay them a visit. He had no idea these tunnels were here and was at the mere end of Kakarot’s tail the entire time. He clung to the older saiyan like a lost puppy. It didn’t seem to bother the mysterious dark headed warrior.

“So, eh, is this place safe?” There were grumbling moans coming from all ends of the tunnels. Krillin was easily spooked by the strange noises. His head was tossing and turning as he tried to keep an eye on all sides of himself. Kakarot peered over his shoulder to look at the unusual man. He smiled at the humorous man.

“Why? Worried?” Krillin’s mouth was a small circle as his eyes wandered around the large tunnels. The walls were coated in black dirt with a strange fuzzy blue moss growing on it. Krillin could feel his throat tighten like he was going to puke. The place smelled disgusting.

“Worried? Well, yeah, I mean… look at this place!” His eyebrows lifted as his eyes shrank. Kakarot walked on without worry as his new partner looked around the unusual passage. “It’s like something’s waiting around the corner to kill you…” He whispered to himself. Kakarot grinned.

“Great. I’d really love to beat the shit out of something right now.” The dark saiyan’s forehead angled towards the rotting cement beneath him. His eyes stayed level as a devilish saiyan grin was planted on his face.

Krillin’s eyes wandered back over to the unusual man. Why hadn’t he beat him then? It wasn’t like Krillin would stand any chance against him.

Wait.

Where was he taking him anyway?

Kakarot’s face was still glittering with his demons. “Which is why we’re going to a special place. Actually, I think you might like it here. Have you ever met anyone, Krillin?”

Met anyone? Like who? What was he talking about? Krillin face showed his confusion but Kakarot was unaware of any change in face. He wasn’t facing him.

“Hello?”

An impatient saiyan was risky business and if one was irritated with him it wouldn’t turn out good. Krillin forced himself to return to his senses so he could respond to the annoyed Kakarot.

“Um, well… I don’t know what you mean, really. Saiyans? Never in a friendship kind of way… no I guess.”

“I mean girls.”

It was like some kind of devil god was pouring buckets of sadness down onto the short man’s bald head. Women? Not even at home. He didn’t recall any saiyan females even so much as giving him a glance. They were pickier than human girls were.

“No.”

Kakarot blinked but didn’t turn around. He knew the guy couldn’t have ever been on a date but it was his answer that really stuck out to him. The way he said it, the tone he used. Usually the man sounded cowardly and was in a strange goofy mood. He must have built a deep complex about women throughout the years he’d been alive. What exactly was he, anyway? Not a saiyan… but he was similar. It would be possible for him to have offspring with any saiyan females. But why was he so tiny?

“Hey, Krillin…” He didn’t wait for an answer since people usually never gave him one. “I’m curious… what are you, exactly?”

Krillin looked up to see the saiyan’s dark eyes were on him. He had turned his head so he could see his face this time. Krillin’s mouth hung open in a small ‘o’, as it usually did when he was half lost in his thoughts. Kakarot seemed very curious from the start. It was just the way his eyes darted around the room when people were talking. How quiet he usually was. He asked a lot of questions too. It was a sign of intelligence. Or maybe it was some secret he had. Maybe he wanted to know everything about you so it would help him figure out how to kill you.

“Krillin… what the hell?”

Krillin stopped only to notice Kakarot wasn’t in front of him anymore. He turned around to see that he had stopped a few feet back. Kakarot raised an eyebrow once his finger pointed towards a dark passage to the left. Krillin rubbed the side of his head as he tried to hide his embarrassment. He ran down the smelly hall to follow Kakarot into the next deep passage.

“Eh… sorry about that. I’m just kind of lost is all…”

“Yeah, I figured. I wouldn’t trust me either.”

Krillin only stared. Hearing that didn’t help him at all. “Um… why wouldn’t you trust yourself?”

Kakarot’s first response was a quiet laugh. “Well, I never said I didn’t. It’s just that, if I wasn’t a saiyan I wouldn’t trust anyone here. Saiyans are killers. Befriending one would never even cross my mind…”

“So… can I trust you or not?”

“I’m not really sure. I guess it depends on you.”

Strong, nervous heartbeat. Twice.

“Wha… gwah!” Krillin panicked. “Why? Are you gonna use me?”

Kakarot spun on one foot in a circle so that when he stopped he faced the man. He was grinning.

Krillin stared at him. The grin looked pretty friendly.

“Just chill… I kind of like you. I mean, I owe you something for earlier anyways. You helped get me out of that disgusting shit tower that is home of our so incredible Prince.” He groaned. He hated Vegeta with every fiber of his being.

“Oh right… I remember now!” He felt relieved now. Somehow he knew Kakarot wasn’t going to kill him. Well, not yet. “That’s what I was doing earlier. I was trying to get information on Vegeta.”

It was an interesting statement from the bald man, but it didn’t make sense to Kakarot. “Vegeta…? Why’s that?” It could mean only very few things.

Krillin knew it too and it was apparent on his face. “Well… can you blame me? He destroyed my home planet. Earth.” Krillin felt no shame. He was trying to get revenge on the saiyans and it didn’t matter if Kakarot was apart of it.

“So you’re human.” This time he felt some sympathy for him. “Surprised you made it out of there alive…”

There was no reply. Just silence.

“Just to let you know,” Kakarot said. “I had nothing to do with that one. I don’t listen to authority around here, if you can believe that…” He smirked afterwards. It got a small smile out of Krillin.

“Come on Krillin… let’s walk a little farther and I bet you’ll meet a girl who you can catch the attention of. I’ll make sure of it.”

It was unnatural for saiyans to show this kind of compassion to someone who wasn’t a mate or a child. Krillin knew it but nodded to Kakarot without pointing it out. His face felt a little hot after hearing about the women. He was nervous.

Kakarot led him into an underground bar. Well, it was some variation of a bar. It was a secretive place only a few people knew about. Like a sort of gang who was trying to hide from something. Who better than outlaws?

Krillin could have been mistaken for a dog if he was any smaller. The way he followed Kakarot was like he was an obedient Labrador Retriever. Kakarot seemed to accept and ignore it, for he knew Krillin was scared he was going to lose his life at any moment.

The tables were low and sat in the corners of the room. Kakarot motioned towards an empty table that wasn’t very well lit. They sat down as Kakarot pointed his finger towards the various women standing around the smoky center of the room.

“Ah, haven’t seen this one in awhile…” Krillin’s head turned to look into the eyes of a beautiful tall blonde. His heart shifted as he saw the aggressive looking female approaching their table.

“Kakarot.” Her voice was low, but sounded very seductive. It would have been enough for Krillin to jump on.

“Hello, Eighteen…” Krillin hadn’t noticed that Kakarot had removed himself from the table and was standing hip to hip with the blonde. His eyes seemed darker than they were before.

It was a seductive dance the two played as their faces leaned closer together. The smoggy hot air was heavy in the dim room which could have been kicking up their sexual senses. But Kakarot had said they were going there for a reason. Was this it?

Kakarot pressed his mouth against the smaller woman’s. There mouths mimicked each other in a slow up and down motion. Eighteen was still as the two strong saiyan hands ran along her hips, rubbing her slender shape. Krillin felt sweaty. When he came inside he had been expecting them to get drunk, not make out with hot girls. As far as he knew, maybe they would drink the night away.

The touching was about to step up another level before Eighteen shoved the aroused saiyan. Kakarot let himself fall back a step away from her. He smirked and lifted his hands in the air. Krillin blinked in confusion.

“Back off, Kakarot,” Eighteen said.

He grinned before looking away. “Don’t worry, I didn’t expect you to let me.” Eighteen crossed her arms. She seemed to have lost the sudden interest in him. Krillin sighed. He wasn’t sure why. He had been enjoying watching the kiss, even if it wasn’t him. The girl was a really pretty woman.

“Want to fuck her, Krillin? I’m sure she’d let you.” Krillin jumped. His head swung to look at the devilish Kakarot. He glared but his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Eighteen let her eyes wander over to the bald man. She hadn’t time earlier to study him.

“Kakarot!” Krillin rubbed the side of his head, making his embarrassment more apparent. The dark headed saiyan only grinned for him.

“Don’t worry, losers.” Eighteen brushed her hair aside. She looked over to the other side of the bar. “Right now someone else has me claimed. I’m reserved right now.”

Kakarot lifted an eyebrow while Krillin pondered her words. “Really? Someone being a little greedy?” Eighteen didn’t look at him. He smiled.

“Well, that’s how you saiyans are, aren’t you? You don’t like other men touching your women.”

Kakarot’s eyes narrowed. “Alright, then. Who is he?”

Krillin watched the blue eyed girl laugh his annoyed saiyan friend. If he didn’t feel so inferior to everyone here he might have said something to her.

“Try to control yourself, Kakarot.” A tall saiyan walked over to Eighteen and locked his tail around her hips to pull her close to him. The saiyan had very long pointed hair that almost touched the ground beneath him. His head was small but it made his expressions very definite. Krillin looked over to Kakarot. He was sure he could hear the saiyan growling now. “What’s the matter, brother? Can you still not remember what happened the other night? You did have one too many drinks.”

He and the blonde began laughing together. Kakarot only growled quietly from his spot.

“What’s the matter Kakarot? Tuffle got your tongue?”

The next growl was very similar to a sharp hiss. “Shut it, Raditz.”

“Jeez, sorry. Didn’t want to upset you so.” Raditz grinned wider as Eighteen snuggled close to his chest. “It’s just hard to believe that even a robot would reject you.” He squeezed Eighteen closer.

“Hm, I think she’s been malfunctioning lately.” Krillin was left alone at the table as Kakarot stormed off. Eighteen grinned with his older brother. The two turned to look at the small human sitting alone at the table.

“What are you looking at, baldy?” Krillin jumped and in no time was chasing after his old saiyan friend. Kakarot was sitting at the bar that was centered in the room and Krillin took the empty seat next to him. The saiyan ignored him, still angry about his previous encounter.

“So eh… who was that? Your brother…?”

“Listen, it doesn’t matter who he is! Don’t bring it up.” Krillin was quiet after that and only stared off into space since Kakarot refused to talk.

“So Eighteen… she’s a robot, huh?”

He ignored him for a few minutes. Krillin wasn’t the type to mess with someone who was angry that was stronger than himself. It would end in his demise, especially if they were saiyan. He hoped though that Kakarot would think differently about it. He seemed to be different than the other typical saiyans.

“She was created for… what would you say, pleasure? She’s basically a sexbot.”

Krillin paused. That wasn’t what he was expecting to here. It was almost a shame as well. She was a really pretty girl. Ah, man…

“I guess this is what happens when they continue upgrades. Eventually the technology is so powerful the machines begin to think on their own.” Kakarot tapped his fingers lightly on the black top of the bar. “Eighteen’s been more opinionative every day that I see her.”

So maybe it wasn’t such a shame after all.

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I’m sorry this took so long. I know what I want to happen but I’m stumped on how to lead up to it… ha ha.

I hope this was satisfying enough. Yeah, you guessed it, Krillin/Eighteen… confirmed! :P

Thank you!