Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The History of Kalika ❯ In All His Awkward Glory ( Chapter 23 )

The History of Kalika

Author's Note: *Sighs* Almost three fucking months since the last update. I know you thought that this story was dead, huh. Me too. I was sad about it for a bit. Thank god the muse finally came back off of vacation huh? Geez.

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In All His Awkward Glory

It had gotten to the point where the little things had even begun to ignite a blinding psychotic rage. He felt it in the pit of his belly, twisting his guts until he had to grit his teeth to the point of breaking just to keep from screaming.

He wanted to kill him. Pure and simple. He found himself sighing out loud because of a longing to see his guts strewn about the room and his blood painting the walls. He'd even thought of a method for turning the other man's skull into a creepy but stylish lamp.

"I'll fix it so that you can't stay mad at me." The Saiyan's graveled voice ghosted in his head.

Lying bastard. Oh he was still mad at him. In fact he hated the fucker.

He sighed audibly and his eyes dropped to a butter knife on the table. Ahh…All he had to do was pick it up and…

"What's the matter, precious? Not hungry?"

Cell was snapped out of his trance by the sound of the other man's voice. He watched as Raditz tore into a chunk of meat with wickedly sharp canines. His table etiquette had much to be desired. Cell knew this of course because the other Cell told him so. Not to mention that the mere sight of the man in full on eat was enough to make his stomach turn.

"No. Not so much anymore." The green haired hybrid said as he pushed his plate away from himself, right into the path of Raditz.

"For me? Oh darling, you are too kind." The bushy haired Saiyan said as he flashed a bloodied grin and proceeded to snatch up the virtually untouched portions of food from the abandoned plate.

"Do you think that maybe you could at least try to chew with you mouth closed?"

"For you my love…anything." Raditz said with a smile that could almost pass as charming. It made Cell's stomach lurch.

"Stop smiling at me like that."

"Well shouldn't I smile at you?" He asked innocently. "You are my mate and I love you very much."

"Well I…I…"

It had started with so much promise this time too. He had even sprung from his seat, his rage fueling him. But then…nothing. Cell's mouth hung open. He could think the word sure, but saying it was a different story all together. Because saying it out loud would make it true. And as much as he hated to admit it and as much as Raditz would just would love to rub it in, Cell just could not hate this man.

It wasn't fair. It just was not fucking fair.

What kind of sick fucker of a Saiyan came up with this retarded arrangement? The submissive mate and the dominant mate. The dominate was the one who gave the mark and the submissive was the one to bare it.

He had to stop his hand from going to the scar on his shoulder. A fucking scar. And he didn't scar; another thing that his mind buddy had told him about his self. But that big honker of a mother was still there.

How could a fucking mark tie him to this disgrace of a man in front of him for all of eternity? It just didn't make any since. You couldn't just go around biting people on this magical fucking part of their bodies and suddenly have complete control of them? Make them love you so much that it makes you hurt inside. Make your guts twist into knots at the very thought of them. Make you adore them so much that you hope they die so you can go with them and hopefully not behave so idiotically in the after life. Love them so much that you just want to murder them brutally just to prove to yourself that they don't mean as much to you as you know they do. Make you so stupid that you replay the moment when your dignity was taken and you were humiliated beyond comprehension and try to pick out all the tender bits. He hadn't meant to really hurt him…Right?

What the hell…

He'd tried to keep his face from twisting into a grimace and had succeeded but he had not been quick enough to stop the pitiful whimper. Why was his vision blurry all of a sudden?

The burly haired bastard was at his side in an instant. Cell even found himself arching into the touches and sweet caressed as Raditz threaded his fingers through thick jade hued spikes. The younger man shuttered at the show of affection, taking in large gulps of air in the process.

Raditz sighed in exasperation.

"I don't understand you, love." He uttered; his tone more serious. "There is no use in fighting this. There are so few of us now. We could…"

He kneeled down and faced the younger Saiyan.

"We could be good together you know." He finished.

The pale skinned hybrid's eyes narrowed at this. As if trying to figure him out.

The bulkier of the two got up abruptly and glared back. Why was he even bothering? It wasn't like he couldn't just make the little shit do what he wanted anyway. But…he just didn't want to have to make him do anything. Not like he had before.

In truth he hadn't so much as tried to kiss the boy since. But he had wanted to, very much so. He did have a pretty little mate.

Cell finally gave up and dropped his eyes back to the floor. Raditz continued to watch expectantly.

"I'm going to bed." The youth said abruptly as he stood up and headed for the bedroom door.

Raditz bit back a frustrated growl.

"You coming?"

Raditz was almost positive that he had heard wrong. But the questioning look on the hybrid's face squashed his doubt. His ears had almost perked up at the invitation.  A wicked grin bloomed on the older man's face.

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Piccolo touched down in the front yard at approximately 6:47 pm. He was only a few minutes late. He didn't want it to seem like he cared…Y'know…too much anyway.

Eighteen and Krillin's new home was modest but acceptable. The lawn was nicely kept, a small vegetable garden planted just in view at the side. Not that Piccolo thought much about it but the couple had done pretty well for themselves over the years despite their eccentric lifestyles. What was it that Krillin did for a living anyway?

The Namekian gave up trying to remember and began what seemed like an arduous trek to the front door. Before he could even lift a hand to knock the thick wooden door was pulled open and he was suddenly face to face with the man that had hand his mind a complete mess for the past few months.

"What's up, Greenbean?" Seventeen joked. "I thought you'd never get here. Being around these guys with backup is bad enough but alone it's almost enough to make you want to maim someone."

Piccolo opened his mouth to apologize but once again he found himself drawing a blank in the black haired android's presence. Seventeen was dressed pretty casual. His usual black t-shirt (minus the red ribbon insignia) and a pair of worn (but tearless) blue jeans accentuated his boyish build. His long silky ebony hair was pulled back into a pony tail with wisps of hair hanging carelessly about his face. As much as Seventeen tried to look older by wearing his hair this way, he would always look like a teenager to Piccolo. It was just the curse of being an android, but the Namek thought that he wouldn't have it any other way.

"You guys gonna stand in the hallway staring at each all night or are you planning on joining the rest of us in the dinning room?" The familiar voice of Eighteen broke Piccolo's in depth analysis of her brother.

"Oh, yes." Piccolo gruff voice boomed a little too loudly. A dark green stained his cheeks. "Perhaps we should…"

Seventeen's small nose twitched slightly before scrunching up in distaste.

"I think dinner's ready, sis." He finally said.

Eighteen tested the air as well. "That Kamidamned man." She grumbled. "I told him to keep an eye on the food."

As the blonde haired woman stomped off into the kitchen screaming about tiny men with even tinier attention spans, Seventeen turned to Piccolo with an amused smirk.

"Ah, married life." The dark young man scoffed. "Shall we go and laugh at their misfortunes, Greenbean?"

Before Piccolo could even consider an awkward reply he was interrupted yet again.

"Hey guys!"

The tall Namekian almost cringed at the sound of that voice. He'd never been that fond of Son's beloved Master Roshi. He thought the man was a pervert and an idiot. It was hard to wrap his mind around the fact that this short, bald, wrinkled, generally irritating old man was responsible for training one of the greatest warriors in the history of the galaxy. Fine, he was good when fighting was concerned but the thought of having dinner with the man (singling out the fact that it might be quite awkward when he didn't eat anything) might be one of the most difficult experiences of his life. Not that he cared about feeling awkward or anything. Not he, the unshakable, emotions of steel having Piccolo.

"Looks like burgers for dinner, boys." Roshi said confidentially. "If you ask me they'll probably be a lot better than Eighteen's cooking anyway." He added with a chuckle.

Seventeen merely smirked in reply.

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What had begun as a traditional dinner of family and friends had quickly turned into picnic filled to the brim with just about every person that Piccolo had ever met. It was amazing how fast all the Z Senshi could gather when there wasn't even some super charged villain with something to prove in the general area. No, all they need was a grill and some potato salad and they were there before you could say Kamehameha.

In light of resent developments, the Namekian decided that he should take his usual position in times such as these: as far as way from the ruckus as possible. He took a quick look at his surroundings. Even Dende had showed up. He was over with Gohan and Trunks and Goten. Gohan seemed to be in better spirits since the last time Piccolo had seen him. He noticed the dark haired demi stealing glances at the newest member of their group, the Saiyan girl, Kalika. It seemed that life had gone on a usual. There was not much that could keep a Son down for long.

Vegeta and Goku had showed up late. Goku had appeared with the prince via instant transmission a few moments ago. The spiky haired Saiyan was giggling nervously and trying to straighten his clothes. Piccolo groaned when he figured out the reason for two Saiyans' late arrival. The unnerving thought only lasted briefly as the Namekian was startled the sudden presence of his android partner in crime.

"Heh. Saiyans, you barbeque so much as a pack of hot dogs and your fighting them off with flaming sporks." 

Piccolo could help but grin as the extremely random image of he and Seventeen facing off with Goku and the rest of the Saiyans with a huge flame engulfed spork.

"What the hell is a spork anyway?" The tall alien blurted absently.

"Eh, I think it's what happens when forks and spoons don't use protection."

Piccolo groaned. "Humans."

Being an android, Seventeen, as well as his Namekian comrade, didn't really see the point in challenging Goku for a go at the buffet table either. Thus, the blacked haired young man just grinned and sat down next to his green skinned friend with the intent of enjoying the impending chaos.

He leaned closer to the large Namek and pointed in the direction of the grill.

"Goten's got his eye on that rack of ribs there." Seventeen whispered. "But he hasn't noticed that gleam in Goku's eyes."

Piccolo chuckled despite himself. "Not a chance."

"I don't know. Goten looks pretty determined."

"That's Goku. The guy would he a tire if you put enough barbeque sauce on it."

"Look at Krillin." Seventeen said suppressing a laugh. "He's sweating."

Piccolo actually laughed out right. He couldn't help but find the image of the nervous shifty eyed ex-monk hilarious.

"Look at him. He knows he doesn't stand a chance."

Piccolo's sensitive ears could even pick up the short man's mumblings about over eating Saiyans, 20 dollar ribs and why the hell had Eighteen called them over here in the first place expecting to be able to feed them without going broke. Piccolo grinned.

"Uh…it has begun. Goku's started his approach. Look at Goten; he's making a run for it." Seventeen said, eyes widening in anticipation.

Piccolo tried his best not to be amused by the scene that was currently unfolding but Seventeen commentary was making it difficult. And so it was that Krillin was knocked over in the kiddy pool by the two greedy Saiyans, causing Eighteen and Goku to run to his aid. Giving Goten all the opportunity to steal the ribs, only to be thwarted by the pregnant girl Saiyan, who in turn took her prize over in the corner seats to sit next to Gohan. Though as it turned out she had betrayed the older demi and refused to share, resulting in him having to watch her enjoy every savory bite in woeful helplessness.

At this point Seventeen was laughing hysterically, falling powerlessly all over the now blushing Piccolo. The dark haired android stared up at the Namek from his current position which was just about in other man's lap.

"That was priceless!" He exclaimed, wiping tears away.

Piccolo smiled back at him awkwardly.

The other man's grinned fade considerably.

"Oh, c'mon Piccolo!" He started sitting upright. "I was practically throwing myself at you!"

The admission was enough to cause all the blood in Piccolo's body to rush to this face. He was tempting a nose bleed. The thoroughly embarrassed Namek jumped to his feet, ramblings and incoherent noises spewing forth. From his spot on the ground Seventeen heaved a sigh and got up dusting himself off.

"Okay, fine." The irritated droid mumbled as he stomped off.

Piccolo was left standing there gapping. He'd had his chance. It had been handed right to him and he froze. He fucking froze. Now Seventeen thought that he wasn't interested. But he was. By Kami, he was. 

He didn't even bother going after him. He hadn't know what to say then he was damned if he knew what to say now. Fucking emotions, he'd been better off when he'd just ignored the damned things. He turned slightly and noticed Eighteen looking at him. Her eyes were narrowed and she had he hands on her hips. She raised a questioning brow and mouthed the words:

"What did you do?"

He sneered back at her and stomped off in the opposite direction. He really needed a good long meditation break. Fucking android he'd swear they were harder to deal with than humans…or Saiyans. *growl*

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Goten sat contentedly next to his boyfriend taking out one after another of the unsuspecting burgers plied on the plate in front of him. Trunks, however, was still pouting about the ribs that they'd missed out on.

"I can't believe you just let her take them."

The dark haired demi swallowed the food he had stuffed in his cheeks and stared at his mate bemusedly.

"I can't believe you're still pouting about them." He said wiping away some stray sauce with the back of his hand. "I mean, you go over there an' ask her for some."

Trunks looked over at the female in question as she tossed another striped bone by the wayside.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not willing to challenge a pregnant Saiyan for food. I like my life very much, thank you." The younger teen continued. "Kalika has to be like what your mom was when she was knocked up with Bra like times a thousand." 

Trunks opened his mouth in an attempt to defend his mother but he was interrupted before he could even form the thought.

"Hello, boys."

At the sound of the voice the two Demis sighed. It was Marron. Again. What was it with this girl? She was like fucking relentless or something.

"Hi, Moron." Goten sniggered.

The girl's pretty face twisted instantaneously into utter outrage, her blue eyes darkening.

"Goten!" Trunks had truly tried to sound sincere but he hadn't been expecting that one and broke off into barely contained laughter. "Uh, hi Marron." He said once he'd gotten it out of his system.

The blonde teen turned back to the lavender hued demi Saiyan and smiled sweetly.

"Hello, Trunks." She beamed "I heard that you were here and I thought that I should come over and say hi."

"And you have. Now beat it." Goten cut in.

It was well know to anyone that cared to pay attention that Son Goten and Marron Chestnut positively loathed each other. Trunks had found that entirely strange being that there fathers had been best friends practically forever. But what was even stranger was the way that his usually even tempered boyfriend changed into a complete bitch whenever the girl was in speaking range. The demi prince supposed that it had something to do with the damned near psychotic crush that Marron had on him. I mean, he did belong to Goten after all and Saiyan's weren't particularly known for sharing. Be it food or otherwise.

"Look you gangly bastard…"

Oh shit.

"Bitch!" Goten howled jumping to his feet.

Trunks had known this was bound to happen sooner or later but what had surprised him the most was that everyone else at the gathering hadn't even acknowledged the burgeoning bitchfest.

"Fag!" Marron screamed.

Oh good Dende.

"Babylonian whore!"

Trunks couldn't help but laugh at that one. He noticed Dende chuckling over in the corner as well. It was then that he decided to take action.

"Look you guys!" The older boy said stepping between them only to be pushed back out of the way by Goten.

"He's mine, whore! So back off!"

Thus Trunks was hoisted off of the ground and kissed rather passionately in front of all of his friends and family.

"See?"

"Woo hoo! Take it off!" Dende howled from the sidelines. This caused the three of them, plus many others to turn in the guardian's direction.

"What?" The green skinned teenager asked innocently.

Finally, acknowledging defeat, Marron snarled and stomped off toward the adults. Leaving Goten and Trunks, still looking at Dende strangely.

"What?" The young guardian asked again.

******

Elsewhere…

He was exceedingly warm. The big bastard had refused to let him go and not only that he had draped every blanket he could reach over the top of them. Cell sighed wearily. It was nice is an odd sort of way to be the object of such affection. But he still thoroughly disliked the bastard. He drifted off with a slight smile at his achievement. Yes. He disliked him. Not as strong as hate. But it would do for now.

A/N:There's more domestic stuff in the next chapter. No more violence or serious stuff yet. I don't think I could write if I had wanted to anyway. But home life is always fun to write for these guys. The Goku and Bulma scenes should be interesting. *grins*

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