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[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: GUNDAM MPREG! YES I’M A GLUTTON FOR THIS STUFF, LOL. DEVIANT BASHING! NEW PAIRINGS! IF U DON’T LIKE THESE PAIRINGS, BLAME MY OVERACTIVE MUSE!



KALERAGETSUSEI

CHAPTER LXXV

TIEN’S WELL KEPT SECRET

Vegeta and his mate, again, were not the only couple to partake of one another’s offerings. Quatre, once he had awakened from his comatose state, was taken by Trowa hard and fast after the taller man assured the blond that their son was well on the mend. Duo and Heero were not idle, either, and after making sure their son, Du-eero (also called Starr Crystal), was out of danger, set about creating another life.

After climaxes were reached and following the restorative rest periods, the couples roused and lay entwined in one another’s embraces, each mind filled with one thought. Why the hell would such poor creatures want to destroy their colony, their home and lifestyle?

“I wish I knew, mon petit . The fact that many are your sisters’ husbands and elder offspring is surprising enough,” Trowa remarked as he held Quatre close.

“I’m not really surprised but I doubt my sisters have any idea as to what those they married are about and the eldest children as well,” Quatre replied with a deep sigh.

“I agree with you on that one. You are CEO of WEI, could you somehow cut your support to them? Force those hell dogs to live off their own means?” Trowa suggested as he moved to lean over his smaller mate and lover.

“Let’s wait to hear what Sire has to say. After all, this is his and Mr. Sakyou’s venture and their island. Now, enough talk, take me again,” the small blond purred as he wrapped his arms around the taller, ginger haired man he’d lost his heart to some fifteen years ago.


Hiei sat on the window and sharpened his sword as his lovely mate and fox lay unconscious on the king sized bed in their suite. The fire apparition let out a deep sigh as he thought of the mangled bodies that had been close friends and uni gendered couples like he and Kurama were. This was all so senseless. Even Itsuki and Sensui had been caught off guard and he thought nothing could take down that dark haired freak, who he was glad, now, to call his ally. Lifting his head from his work, Hiei focused on the body on the bed. The silken lavender sheet molded to his mate’s every curve, providing the fire yokai with a tantalizing view of aroused twin mounds, red hair cascading behind his head and around his delicate face. Hiei shuddered as he thought of how he would react if Kurama had been one of the victims in the Ruby Wing at the time of its destruction.

‘Sleep on, Kitsune, I’m here and I’ll protect you. You are my world, Kurama, even in this frail human form. You make me forget that there are bastards such as those bent on destroying us. If just one of those filths puts his hand on you, he’ll not live to regret it,’ the fire youkai growled low in his throat as he watched his mate and love in deep slumber.


‘I should have taken this pathetic mud ball out when I had the chance, but if I did that, I’d have never met this gorgeous Saiyan beast. Nor any of those I call friends and family. Worry not, my friends, I will protect you and see to it these deviant terrorists are dealt with supremely,’ the prince of Saiya-jin thought as he slowly rose from slumber.

“Hey, beautiful, any thought as to our plan of action?” Kakarrot asked the prince, who he had been ‘worshipping’ for the last half hour.

“Definitely, but I’ll wait till the meeting and have an open forum. I’m sure Sensui would just love to tear those filths apart with his Spirit energy alone. Things like this make me wonder who the real monsters are, Kakarrot? Us or filthy rich humans who believe their money entitles them to be as disgusting as they want to be? I feel for Quatre’s sisters, though, they don’t need men like that in their lives. Those males seem to forget where they were before the Winner heiresses married the lot of them. Oh, well, I’ll hear what the girls and the Sheik have to say on this head,” Vegeta said as he moved to snuggle closer to the larger chest that had become his most comfortable pillow since the first time the mighty Saiyan pair had coupled.


“This is the last time I let that jackass besmirch my family! He has gone way too far this time! Oh, how I’d love nothing better than to de-tool that Irish bastard!”

“Calm down, Allya, we know Coles is part of the IRA and that he only married you for the money the Winners have.”

“Iria, you have no idea what that dog has put me through,” Allya lamented.

“I know what you’ve been through, my sister. Igthar, that bloodthirsty cannibal, duped me completely! I say we cut off their funds as well as their man tools and see how far they get!” another of the sisters sighed.

At that moment, Bulma, Miss Marie Louise, Chichi and Relena along with the Sanc Monarch, Vice Foreign Minister Darlian and his wife and Pargan all chanced to walk by the large sitting room of the lobby where the sisters had gathered after hearing about the destruction.

“Pardon, me, but did one of you mention Jeffery Coles?” Bulma asked, not meaning to have listened in.

The girls all turned to regard the new voices. “Oh, it’s you. Princess Marie, why do you lower yourself to be among such trifling people?” Allya asked the princess.

“We all attended school together. They are my good friends,” Marie defended.

“I suppose we all could use that. Yes, I mentioned Jeffery Coles, the Irish scumbag who’s probably behind these vicious attacks. It is no secret that he, Kazuya Hatanaka and the husbands of my other married sisters hate deviants,” Allya explained.

“I applaud them! If I was strong enough, I’d take out these cross-gendered rat bags, myself!” Chichi ranted.

“Does that include Goten, Gohan and Trageta?” a deep voice asked from behind Bulma and the others.

The group turned and both Chichi and Bulma snorted.

“Well, speak of a cross-gendered rat bag with a clown/doll fetish. We don’t need advice from the likes of you, three eyes,” Bulma’s acid tongue cut.

Nodding his head, Tien fought his emotions. “Fine. Oh, girls, your nieces and nephews will be all right. The healers got to them in time,” the three eyed psychic informed the girls, his tone dejected.

“That is good to hear. How are the others?” Iria asked.

“Trageta was uninjured but Goten and Gohan were badly hurt. Thank the Creator for their Saiyan physiology and quick healing powers,” Tien nodded.

After he having dated the blue-haired harpy himself, Tien should not have been shocked over how low Bulma viewed those who were not like herself. Admittedly, the woman’s remark actually hurt the three-eyed psychic. As he stood attempting to regain his composure, Tien felt a strong yet gentle vice clamp around his waist.

“You look as if you need a smile, a kiss and a hug, big guy. Take them from me, my handsome giant!” a cherry mid-tenor Anglo accented voice spoke.

Tien looked down and a smile burst onto his somber face. Well, many of those around smiled and how could they not when presented with a bright blond haired angel. ANGEL? Well, perhaps before he had been inducted into the Red Ribbon Army during Kakarrot’s growing years, certainly not during. However, serving time in Other World allowed one time to amend their ways and request from King Enma/Yama a return to Living World. Such was the case with the vision hugging Tien at the moment. His former self had died violently several times and during his stint in Spirit World, as he watched the affairs of Living World, he vowed to live his next life opposite to what he had before. Be a loyal subject to Emperor Chaoutzu and continue what the tall man and himself had begun ages ago had circumstances not interfered. Nonetheless, Charlemagne Le Creuset had thigh length bright blond hair, piercing blue eyes like Trageta and Mirai that he kept hidden behind designer sunshades, was a head shorter than Tien and was not ashamed of his preference as far as partners, although he had sights on just one.

“CHARLEMAGNE! Charlemagne Le Creuset, how are you!” Kasaani, Quatre’s eleventh sister exclaimed when her eyes beheld the beach blond bishonen, whose eyes were covered by dark Polo sunglasses.

“Hello, my beauties. How’s business been?” Charlemagne asked as he unhooked one arm from Tien to hug Quatre’s sisters.

“Who the hell are you and what-”

Charlemagne cut Chichi a look that would have undoubtedly frozen Freiza and his relatives, however, it just silenced the black haired harpy.

“I don’t like such crudeness in my presence, especially in the presence of the Sheik, his daughters and the Royal family of Sanc. Your majesties,” the blond nodded to the royalist who nodded back.

“What brings one of the world’s most sought after bachelors to a place like this?” Iria asked.

“This is a Martial Arts Tourney, correct, little one? Besides that, I heard my Tien was a bit in over his head and I came to rescue him. Seriously, though, my last assignment was a real ass biter and I’m lucky to have escaped unharmed,” Charlemagne effused.

Tien cast an inconspicuous glance downward and smirked. “Looks all there to me, blondie,” the taller man quipped and smacked said area which earned him a swat across his chest.

Bulma, who had been dumbfounded at the sight of what had just taken place, opened her mouth.

“I remember you! You’re General Blue of the Red Ribbon Army! You tried to kill us!” she ranted.

“That person and that life are a history I no longer claim. I am Charlemagne Le Creuset, London’s number one actor and number five in the top agents of the G.O.T.T/Preventors Union. Now, what’s this dreadful news I hear of some heathens injuring my best friends?” Charlemagne looked up at Tien.

“As I said earlier, Goten and Gohan were caught in a blast that had leveled the Ruby Wing of this hotel. Vegeta’s called a meeting to discuss retaliation on our part,” Tien informed the agent.

“WHAT?! THAT PIGMY ASS INJURED MY BOYS! I’LL CUT HIS NUTS OFF! Oh, wait, he doesn’t have any. I’LL FIND A WAY TO END HIS LIFE IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!” Chichi ranted.

“Sire was nowhere near the blast site. We were caught off guard and I suggest that if you want to stay on this island, you change your opinion of us quick, fast and in a hurry,” a high baritone voice spoke.

The group looked and gasped at the sight of a beautiful green haired, copper eyed…female? But females did not have such deep voices. The copper eyed beauty clung to the arm of a huge mountain of dark skin with a shock of white hair pulled into a loose ponytail. The green haired one was dressed in a bronze colored skromper, white high heeled boots, blue dangle earrings and white elbow gloves. The dark skinned one was dressed in black leather and resembled a walking wet dream. His sleeveless one piece and flat toed buckled boots gave him the look of a bad assed biker. He, too, wore dangle earrings. Those gathered were at a loss for words.

“Well, look what the sewer threw up,” Relena sneered as she watched the pair approach.

“Umbreille, Atlas, boys, I see you are recovered,” Lumiere smiled as she addressed two of her teammates by their given names.

“Yeah, those healers and tank things are wonderful. We’ll have to see that the skinflints in G.O.T.T. invest in such devices to keep us at optimal performance. So, shall we go see how our esteemed colleagues and friends intend to root out those vipers hell bent on destroying our kind?” Umbreille asked and, after receiving a nod from Quatre’s sisters and male parent, led the group out of the lobby.