Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ XVIII ( Chapter 18 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 471 | Visits: 160 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 471 | Visits: 160 | Status: Completed
XVIII
After Kaeru had successfully mastered the art of the capsule, Buruma left the Lookout. Gokou hadn't returned yet, and the others were getting nervous. A sudden hunger had overcome her then, a strange craving for tootsie rolls and butter pecan ice-cream.
She'd almost forgotten about the baby. Smiling wistfully, she rested her palm on her abdomen. It would be a few more months before she could feel a kick, but she still felt the stir of life there. Fortunately for her, Briefs women had easy pregnancies. Trunks and Bra had been almost a joy to carry. It helped her forget the obvious displeasure Vejiita expressed when she had told him.
"So, my little baby girl or boy…" she spoke softly to the unborn, waiting in traffic somewhere in South City. "I hate to say this, but your father isn't exactly happy with you or I at this moment." She and Vejiita weren't married, by Chikyuujin standards. There was no white wedding, no honeymoon, no legal contract between them.
Besides 'pesky onna' or something much harsher, Vejiita referred to her as his 'woman', and 'mate'. She'd long ago supposed that there was no marriage on Vejiita-sei. They were indeed like animals, just picking a suitable companion, and marking them.
She switched hands on the steering wheel, rubbing the back of her neck with her right hand. That had been an interesting night, the first night they were together. There was an odd scar on the base of her neck, which was just barely hidden by the collar of her shirt and usual lab coat. It was a near perfect set of teeth marks. Vejiita's teeth marks, to be exact. The night that Trunks was conceived, Vejiita informed her of the oh-so wondrous ritual of Saiyajin mating. After sex, the pair exchanged blood, marking one another. The blood that they then shared bonded them together for life, and even into the afterlife, or so Vejiita had said, his eyes half-lidded, a devilish smirk on his lips.
"That way, onna, you can follow me into Jigokou and annoy me for an eternity."
Buruma's stomach had just finished doing gymnastics, and she hadn't even gotten a chance to protest, when Vejiita had bitten her, eliciting a scream and a swear from his blushing bride that had nearly sent the Capsule Corp night crew running for cover.
Buruma smiled ruefully as she made the turn. Vejiita had gotten his mark, all right. But so had she. For the end of his days, Vejiita would carry a set of claw marks on his chest, made by five perfectly manicured nails.
"Yes, little baby, your Poppa isn't going to be too pleased when you arrive. But don't worry. He acted just the same way with your older brother and sister. So you're in good hands, little one."
After Kaeru had successfully mastered the art of the capsule, Buruma left the Lookout. Gokou hadn't returned yet, and the others were getting nervous. A sudden hunger had overcome her then, a strange craving for tootsie rolls and butter pecan ice-cream.
She'd almost forgotten about the baby. Smiling wistfully, she rested her palm on her abdomen. It would be a few more months before she could feel a kick, but she still felt the stir of life there. Fortunately for her, Briefs women had easy pregnancies. Trunks and Bra had been almost a joy to carry. It helped her forget the obvious displeasure Vejiita expressed when she had told him.
"So, my little baby girl or boy…" she spoke softly to the unborn, waiting in traffic somewhere in South City. "I hate to say this, but your father isn't exactly happy with you or I at this moment." She and Vejiita weren't married, by Chikyuujin standards. There was no white wedding, no honeymoon, no legal contract between them.
Besides 'pesky onna' or something much harsher, Vejiita referred to her as his 'woman', and 'mate'. She'd long ago supposed that there was no marriage on Vejiita-sei. They were indeed like animals, just picking a suitable companion, and marking them.
She switched hands on the steering wheel, rubbing the back of her neck with her right hand. That had been an interesting night, the first night they were together. There was an odd scar on the base of her neck, which was just barely hidden by the collar of her shirt and usual lab coat. It was a near perfect set of teeth marks. Vejiita's teeth marks, to be exact. The night that Trunks was conceived, Vejiita informed her of the oh-so wondrous ritual of Saiyajin mating. After sex, the pair exchanged blood, marking one another. The blood that they then shared bonded them together for life, and even into the afterlife, or so Vejiita had said, his eyes half-lidded, a devilish smirk on his lips.
"That way, onna, you can follow me into Jigokou and annoy me for an eternity."
Buruma's stomach had just finished doing gymnastics, and she hadn't even gotten a chance to protest, when Vejiita had bitten her, eliciting a scream and a swear from his blushing bride that had nearly sent the Capsule Corp night crew running for cover.
Buruma smiled ruefully as she made the turn. Vejiita had gotten his mark, all right. But so had she. For the end of his days, Vejiita would carry a set of claw marks on his chest, made by five perfectly manicured nails.
"Yes, little baby, your Poppa isn't going to be too pleased when you arrive. But don't worry. He acted just the same way with your older brother and sister. So you're in good hands, little one."