Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign ❯ Last Minute Preparations ( Chapter 24 )

DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Author's Note: Haha… fanfiction banning lemons? No, no. They just banned nc-17 fics (and hopefully we'll convince them to reinstate them soon, ne?) There is sex in R rated movies so why shouldn't there be sex in R rated fics? This fic isn't just sex and I don't get any more explicit than a good romance novel (which btw 13 year olds can buy) so I see no reason why I'd have to classify this as nc-17 and therefore not post it. I don't have that much strong language, not that much violence either, so I'm fairly confident that I stay on the side of R. Anyway… enough about that. I know that no one saw the Peasa/Krillin thing coming and I love being able to surprise people in a believable way. I mean, you have a Saiyan girl that's in the "looking for a mate" stage who up till a few months ago had only seen her brother and uncle her entire life and stick her amongst a bunch of strong handsome men and you can't really expect her to keep her hands to herself, especially when she was raised in a culture that doesn't have that whole "wait till marriage before sex" ideal looming over her. Well, I wouldn't think Saiyans would have that kind of rule. I've pretty much made it so Saiyans can only breed when they've been bonded so in a society like that the males would never have to worry that their child wasn't theirs, especially when they know that their mate has no interest in other males. So before the bond, what would it matter? Anyway… enough about that. We have one more chapter of fluff before some major action starts, so here it is!

Required Disclaimer: I don't own the DB franchise, I've never worked for them, I'm not making any money off this, and I'm dead sexxy baby! Read and enjoy.

Chapter 24: Last Minute Preparations

Krillin grunted in effort as he limped out of the gravity training room, looking forward to a long soak in the bath and some solid sleep. He and Vegeta had reached a bit of a plateau in their gravity increases and they were getting frequent muscle tears and stress fractures so they finally had to turn the gravity down a bit and just train harder against each other, much to Vegeta's disappointment. Krillin didn't mind that much, figuring that 400Gs was more than enough. But Vegeta seemed to think that just because the controller could get up to 500 that he had to as well. Vegeta had left a little bit before the monk, as Bulma's physician had contacted him about the impending birth of their first child… or third child, if two adoptive children (with one being a biological child from the future) were counted.

The doors slid open and Krillin walked out into the main hallway and promptly collided with someone. Krillin rubbed the back of his head that had whacked the wall when he was thrown back and he looked up to give his best annoyed glare at whoever had knocked him back. He saw Trunks cast him a sheepish grin before he called out "Sorry, Mr. Krillin! Gotta run!" before he took off.

"What the hell?" Krillin muttered, turning and colliding once again with someone else. "AH!"

"Damn it to hell!" Peasa's angry voice was heard as the bald monk rubbed his sore butt this time. She threw her hand up and a ki blast shot and chased the fleeing Trunks and exploded a few moments later. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR PEEKING AT ME, YOU PERVERT!" Peasa yelled, shaking her fist angrily at the air.

"Eh… what was all that about?" Krillin asked as he stood and dusted himself off. <Ouch that hurt! This girl is like a brick wall. Dang Saiyans.>

Peasa glared at him for a moment then her face softened. "I was bathing when I noticed the door cracked open, and well… Trunks was peeking in at me. I couldn't let him get away with it, could I?"

Krillin stared at her in shock. "Um… this from the girl that keeps getting yelled at by Bulma for walking around nude half the time? I thought you weren't modest?"

Peasa glowered. "That's different. It wasn't that he was looking at me, it was what he was doing while looking at me. That boy needs to get some tail before he hurts himself."

Krillin shrugged. "Well, you are still looking for a mate… he's half-Saiyan… he'd make a good choice I think, right?"

Peasa stared at Krillin in horror and disgust. "Ew! He's like my brother. Besides, he's way too timid. I need a strong man."

"Have you even checked to see if you're… you know… to be bond mates?" Krillin asked. <Why am I asking? I'm enjoying the fruits of her frustration, after all. But, I do want the kid to be happy.>

Peasa shook her head. "Like I said, he's too timid. I wouldn't get aroused so it'd be no use. Anyway, where are you heading?"

"To bathe then to sleep. Was training for the past 12 hours. I'm beat… literally." Krillin replied.

Peasa leaned towards him and grinned wolfishly. "Mmm… fresh sweat. You smell good."

Krillin started sweating again. <Damn she's forward! Not that I mind…> "Uh… hehe. You like that, huh?"

Peasa grinned and wrapped her arms around the man's neck and kissed the top of his head as her tail wrapped around his waist possessively. "Want some company in your bath? I was… interrupted in mine."

Krillin smiled and looked her over, noting that her robe was falling open. "Well… I'm pretty sore. Don't think I'll be able to do much. You want to save it for next time?"

Peasa sighed in frustration. "Aw, come on. I'll give you a back rub, you give me a tail rub, we'll call it even."

Krillin's eyebrows rose up and a smile touched his lips. <Last time I gave her a tail rub I got her off… she went wild! But, can I handle it? I might have to visit the regeneration pods as it is… and I really should check in on Bulma before I go to bed to see if the kid is born yet…> "I uh… well, we can bath together. We'll just see, I can't promise anything. If that's ok with you then let's go. I understand if you want to wait though."

Peasa smirked. "I can tell you're not up for much so I'll let you be. I guess I should look in to see if otouto-chan has made his appearance yet."

Krillin grinned. "Yeah, I had planned on dropping in after my bath. I don't want to go in there all sweaty and sore."

Peasa looked him over with an appreciative gaze then waved her fingers flirtatiously and walked away, dragging her tail along the monk's inner thigh as a tease as she walked away, swaying her hips just to let him know what he was missing. She suppressed a giggle when she heard the man's lusty moan and could almost see him kicking himself for letting her get away. <Teasing him is almost as fun as mating with him.> She thought to herself with a moistening of her lips.

The Saiyan girl made her way down the hallway and past a crispy and groaning Trunks and finally entered the medical room where Bulma was lying nearly unconscious from the strain of delivery and Vegeta stood with a bundle in his arms staring at it in awe and pride. "Otouto-chan?" Peasa asked, walking up to look over her foster-father's shoulder.

Vegeta smiled back at her and lifted the bundle up to reveal a bouncing baby Saiyan boy, complete with a tail wrapped around his father's arm. "Meet your little brother, Peasa. He's already so strong. He gripped my finger and it actually hurt! Can you believe that?! It actually hurt!"

Bulma groaned softly. "That boy might rip my finger off if he's that strong, my prince."

Vegeta smiled and handed the baby to Peasa to hold, making sure she was holding the child correctly before he turned to his wife and stroked her hand gently. "Don't worry, woman. Just be careful with the brat and you'll do fine. I'm sure of it."

Peasa tickled the baby's nose with her tail and grinned. "Do you have a name for him yet?" She asked, looking up at the parents.

Bulma and Vegeta exchanged an uncertain look before the former replied. "Actually no. I would have named him Trunks but it just doesn't seem right since the older Trunks is here to stay. It would get confusing. Any ideas, Otuko-san?"

Vegeta regarded the baby thoughtfully, envying the child for his tail for a few moments before he replied to the question. "I would like him to have a Saiyan name he can be proud of. How about Kakkarot?"

Bulma gasped softly. "You want to name him Goku!?"

Vegeta glared at her. "No, Onna! I said Kakkarot. If we go with it, I'll try to remember to refer to your friend by his Earth name to avoid confusion."

Bulma frowned thoughtfully. "I don't know. Do you think it might sadden Chichi and Gohan? Or perhaps it would be an honor…"

"You could pick a different Saiyan name if you think it might cause hurt feelings." Peasa observed. She nearly dropped the baby when he suddenly bit the tip of her tail, but instead her face paled. "T-take him! I think he's… hungry!" She gasped out.

Vegeta chuckled and took the baby from the girl and handed it to his wife, who despite being exhausted from a particularly hard labor, cradled the child and began to nurse it. "Any suggestions, Peasa? We can always consider them."

The teenager plopped on the bed next to where Bulma was nursing the as yet unnamed baby and pondered that. "My father's name was Okura. I never knew him but I'm told he was a brave and compassionate man. He didn't have the instincts of a warrior but he fought when he had to. I guess he was a bit like your Kakkarot. I barely knew him, but from your stories…" Peasa trailed off.

"That or Joe Boxers." Trunks said with a chuckle, entering the room.

Vegeta glared at him. "I'll tear my own eyes out before I name the child such a horrid name, brat! Either suggest something worthwhile or shut your mouth."

Trunks smirked, growing more accustomed to his father's brash attitude. "You could always maintain the family tradition and name him Vegeta like your father did."

Vegeta shook his head. "I have no interest in naming the boy after myself. Everytime the woman here yelled at him I'd think I was going to have to sleep on the couch."

Peasa burst into laughter while Bulma and Trunks managed to choke their mirth back. Vegeta cast a warning glare at the girl but the laugh was contagious, or slightly contagious at any rate, earning an amused grin from the Saiyan prince. "I'm not opposed to Okura." Bulma stated, changing the subject back to the baby's name.

Vegeta nodded. "It is a strong Saiyan name…" Vegeta knelt down and ran the back of his knuckles over the baby's temple affectionately. "Welcome to the world, baby Okura. May you grow to be a brave and powerful warrior."

"And a brilliant and kind man." Bulma added, sticking her tongue out at her husband, garnering an amused growl from the man.

"I say we party." Peasa suggested.

Vegeta grinned. "Normally I'd abhor the thought of all the people that would be trampling all over my house, but… this is cause for a celebration. The birth of my first child!" He paused when both Peasa and Trunks glared at him. "Um… biological child." Trunks continued the glare. "That isn't from the future! Now stop looking at me or I'll make pound you into the ground!"

Trunks looked down immediately, knowing the threat wasn't hollow. "Yes sir."

"A party! Yokatta! I'll make the calls!" Krillin exclaimed from the doorway, running off for a moment then coming back to wiggle his finger at the baby playfully then resuming his dash for the phone.

"Oh boy… a party that Krillin is getting together. We're in for a blast! Peasa, run and tell him to make it in a few days, on Friday night, please?" Bulma asked, her eyelids beginning to droop.

"Hai, Okaa-san." Peasa replied and hurried off. <It's still strange calling her mother…> [AN: Technically she should be saying Chichi for father and Haha for mother since she is talking to her own parents, but with a character named Chichi that could get quite confusing.]

"Do you want me to take him?" Vegeta asked in a gentle voice, pride still evident in his voice.

"Hmm. No, he can sleep with me for now. He'll be……. ok." Bulma drifted off to sleep, the baby cradled safely against her.

Vegeta smiled and sat down next to them, running the fingers of one hand through his wife's sweat-matted blue hair and the other holding Okura's tiny hand. Trunks left quietly, finding it strange to see a tiny version of himself with a different name. But he smiled after a moment. "I'm a big brother now."

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"Miss Videl! It's dinner time!" The Satan household's butler called to the nearly 10 year old girl.

Videl opened her eyes and craned her neck up to look at the sky. <Wow… I've been meditating a long time. I lost track of time… but my mind felt so clear… focused.> She stood up and stretched, hearing her joints popping. "Mmm." She murmured. She strolled leisurely into the house from the roof, taking her time getting to dinner. <With any luck, Dad'll be at least half done by the time I get there. He's been getting a bit more… arrogant lately. He's so hard to be around these days. I miss when we weren't rich and Dad was normal. Now he's got this huge ego or something. I mean, I know he's like the strongest man on Earth, but he doesn't have to flaunt it so much.>

Videl sighed as she entered the dining room and saw her father already drinking his beer with an empty plate before him, save for a few bones. "Konnichiwa, Otou-san." Videl greeted him.

Mr. Satan waved at his daughter and grunted before swallowing down the rest of his beer. He burped loudly and padded his stomach and let out a long drawn out, "Ii…"

Videl grimaced in revulsion but remained quiet as she sat across from him and pulled the cover off of her dinner. She still didn't understand why her father insisted they have separately prepared meals instead of eating from the same serving dishes like they used to, before 'the money'. She picked up her chopsticks, the one luxury she enjoyed. They had been her mother's chopsticks, a fine jade set that felt cool to the touch. "Itadakimasu." Videl murmured politely before she started eating.

"What have you been up to, Videl?" Hercule asked, looking at his beer glass and wondering if he wanted another.

"School is on holiday so I've been getting ahead on my studies and taking more time for training." Videl replied in a soft voice before eating a riceball.

"Oh, you don't have to train any more, Videl! Daddy will take care of you!" Satan stated in a boastful voice.

Videl's lip curled up in disgust before she could stop herself. "I enjoy martial arts, dad. You know that." She popped a piece of seasoned cucumber in her mouth and her eyes widened. "ITAI!" She cried, downing half her glass of water frantically then stuffing her mouth with rice and finishing off the water before she air-fanned her mouth with her hand. "What in the world are you trying to poison me with!?" She cried.

The self-proclaimed greatest world's martial arts champion of all time grinned at his daughter. "It's a delicacy from up north. It's pretty hot. Do you like it?"

"Hell no!" Videl cried, then blushed and covered her mouth. "Gomen, otou-san."

Mr. Satan apparently hadn't noticed the curse. "Well, if you don't like it that's ok. Try the beef, it's spicy too but not quite as hot."

Videl eyed the meat and shook her head. "It doesn't look appetizing." She muttered, and decided to stick with rice and noodles and the regular vegetables.

"More for me next time!" Hercule proclaimed as if it were another victory at the Tenkaichi Budoukai.

Videl sighed and silently wished her father would leave. He was rather annoying tonight. She didn't want to give him any reason to stay so she remained silent and ate, only grunting when her father asked her questions. He finally finished his second beer and wandered off, scratching his belly and heading up the stairs. Videl breathed a sigh of relief and finished eating in peace then headed up to her room to study a bit. She flipped on the television and put it on the news, always enjoying a distraction while she studied so she didn't burn her brain out.

"This just in! The inhabitants of Ginger Town are being slaughtered by unknown assailants! They are asking for police and military reinforcements! I repeat, the inhabi…" The station suddenly turned to static as a flash of light was seen.

Videl stared at the television set, her studying forgotten. "What's going on?" She asked aloud, though no one was there to reply.

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"Oolong! This is a party! Why are you sitting in here watching television!" Krillin called, grinning at the pig as he strolled in.

"I was uh… looking to see if I could find the porno channel." Oolong replied truthfully, leering at the television as he flipped around.

"This just in! The inhabitants of Ginger Town are being slaughtered by unknown assailants! They are <static> Oooh! Oooh, just like that! Harder! Oh yeah!" Came from the television.

Krillin's eyes widened in shock. "TURN IT BACK!" He yelled francically. "GUYS! GET IN HERE!" He called out into the party.

Piccolo was the first to come in, welcoming any chance to get away from Bulma who was insisting that he hold her baby which he was loathe to do. He hurried in. "What's going on, Krillin? What's the prob… what the hell are you watching!?" Piccolo started to sweat as he saw two humans doing something that he didn't even know was possible.

"Oolong! I told you to change it back!" Krillin yelled, turning to see the porn channel was still on.

"Get your own tv! This one is mine! That chick is HOT!" Oolong cried, drooling all over himself.

Krillin whacked the pig on the head and changed the channel just as Gohan walked in, following his mentor. "Ew! What were those people doing?" He asked innocently.

Piccolo started to sweat. <Of all the times for Goku to be dead…> "Forget you saw that, kid. Oolong is a disgusting pig."

"What's your point?" Oolong asked, rubbing his head that was developing a nasty red bump.

"I repeat, the inhabitants of Ginger Town are being slaughtered by unknown assailants! They are requesting full police and military assistance ASAP! Wait, we have our first visual of one of the attackers! We see here…" The shot changed to a rotund pale man who was blasting everything in his path and laughing, making a tinny sound.

"It's begun." Piccolo grimly stated. "Let's gather everyone together and break the news to them. We've got work to do."

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Well, whatcha think? I hope it was amusing and all that. Oh and I know I mentioned Chichi was going to appear in this chapter but I changed my mind on her 'problem' so decided not to mention it. Just wanted to avoid confusion. The reason being I was going to say she was pregnant with Goten but then I just a few minutes ago remembered that I had stated that demi-saiyans develop quite quickly in the last chapter and I was like "doh it's been like 9 months or so since Goku went into space, that's way too long to be carrying a child without showing at least, especially when Bulma's pregnancy would have occurred at about the same time and she just had her baby. So, scratched it. Poor Goten! Haha. Next Chapter: Androids! Woohoo!