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(answer under cut, it’s pretty lengthy. Also OPINIONS.)
Remember that fic forever ago (last summer) I did where Yamcha was stuck wearing Bulma’s g-string after she stole his towels while he was showering?
Yeah, I’m making it reblog-able. It’s still one of the most fun things I’ve written, and I wanted to bring it back. Happy reading!
One word: roommates. The best or the worst? Let’s get on with this madness. And notice here how I can keep some promises. C:
My OTP is spreading, yes good. And I’ll get to the Raditz and Turles one too, PoD, promise! Tomorrow after class. C:
YES. Tiff you are my favorite right now. <3
Anon. Let me love you. Oh the FUN I’m going to have with this.
Raditz had returned home after being sent on his first purge as an infant. Now a few years older, around three or four, he was back home with his mother, father, and his father’s best friends. Toma and Selypa had always been like his aunt and uncle, and Bardock would have no one else take care of his kid than these two whenever he and his own mate went on their missions.
And such a time came around again. It was the third purge that month that Bardock was called off to, and Raditz was left in the care of his father’s companions once more. Saiyan children aren’t exactly angels, but it wasn’t the couple couldn’t handle. It was getting him to calm down for the night that was always the challenge. Raditz would always want to roughhouse more with Uncle Toma, but he needed his sleep and they needed their own rest. Fed up more than he was, Selypa picked up the child and 180’d for only a moment, singing to Raditz softly so he would be able to fall asleep. She took him to his bedroom and tucked him into bed once he was snoozing away. She closed the door behind her and sighed.
“We are never having a kid,” she said to Toma with complete seriousness. “Never.”
He crossed his arms and smiled. “I don’t care what you say. You’d be a great mother,” he said.
“Oh gods, I’m not having this conversation,” she retorted, a hand on her head, rubbing her temple. She walked away from the door and then turned her head to the left. The bedroom that Bardock shared with his mate was open, and obviously vacant.
Selypa smirked, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“What the hell are you plotting, missy?” Toma asked with some caution.
In a flash, the Saiyan woman was gone from the hallway and inside the bedroom. She slammed the door and stood against it to keep him out. She bit her lip and laughed as he pounded hard on the other side. “I WILL break down this door!” he threatened.
“Not a good idea,” she sang in response. One hand pushed down her armor and the sleeve of her undertop along with it. “Don’t wanna clean up THAT mess before he gets back, do ya? And stop it! You’ll wake up the brat!”
Toma stopped knocking on the door. She was right, and he stood there fuming and pulling his fist away from the door slowly. He exhaled through his nose and said, “You locked the door, too, didn’t you?”
There was a click, and then her voice again. “Not anymore. Now you can come in.”
He rolled his eyes and opened the door. “You and your little games. What were you…you…”
Selypa was leaning against the door frame inside the room, stark naked and smirking at the shock she gave her mate. With her tail, she snatched his wrist and yanked him inside. The door behind him slammed shut. She brought his face down to hers and kissed him hard. No subtly with this woman, and that was one of the reasons why she was his. They remained nose-to-nose when they parted the lip-lock, and he chuckled. “You know, we haven’t christened this room yet.”
“What kind of friends would we be if we don’t?” she purred.
Some bad weather started rolling in almost an hour later, and Raditz woke with a start due to it. He whimpered in fright, until he heard something else. Something worse than the storm, and in his own home. He made his way out of bed and used his tail to open the doorknob. He stepped out into the hallway to investigate, and the noises were less muffled.
“Dad’s room?” the child whispered to himself. He tiptoed to the door and opened it slowly. It was dark inside, and the only thing his eyes could pick up was an outline of dark sheets moving around. Along with some unpleasant sounds, Raditz heard Selypa again.
“Oh…no, right there. Ahh!” In the dark and unaware of the other presence, she gave her mate’s length one last lick before taking him into her mouth in return for the pleasure his tongue was giving her beneath.
“Aunt Selypa?” Raditz squeaked. “What are you doing in here?”
And then it all stopped. Selypa gave a horrified, muffled gasp. The situation only got worst once Raditz found a light to illuminate the room with. She was on top of Toma, frozen in her place. Thankfully, with the mood killed, he went flaccid and she no longer had him in her mouth. Toma sat up with his weight on his arms and looked at Raditz in shock. “Ohh, damn,” was all he could say.
“Why are you two naked and licking each other?” Raditz asked, somewhat confused and somewhat horrified. “And you’re gripping her tail, Uncle Toma. Isn’t that bad?”
At that second, Toma had let go of his mate’s tail, a pleasure point for Saiyans. But Raditz didn’t need to know that. Selypa wrapped herself in the sheet and pulled another one over Toma’s torso. “Don’t worry about it, kid,” she said, pulling herself together as much as she could. “Go back to bed!”
And without a word, the child walked on out and back to his room. But the damage was done, he had seen enough to scar him. Or at least tell his father once he returned home.
“FUCK SHIT SONOFABITCH!” After more swearing, Selypa sighed in frustration and lay back on the bed. “And I was SO close to coming, too!”
“You’re more worried about THAT than him?” Toma laughed.
“YES I AM! He’ll get over it!”
Pffft, oh hell, the idea alone is brilliant. I’ll try to condense, but no promises.
It was their first purge as a duo, and it went rather smoothly. The trip back to Planet Vegeta, however, was a different story.
“I am never, EVER, letting you drive MY ship home again,” Selypa hissed once they had landed and disembarked her pod. She was staggering and motion-sick, and Toma couldn’t hold in his laughter once she finally vomited on the launch pad.
She shot away the growing horde from her balcony, with her husband scoffing beside her. He fired one blast of ki at one of these undead demons, setting it and the rest ablaze. “You humans and your archaic weapons,” he smirked. She rolled her eyes and went back to fighting away, knowing she had the perfect ally in her husband in this bleak future.
So it’s four sentences. Bonus!
It still needs a lot of work. Ugh.
And now here’s part two of my final script for Comic Book Scripting. Oh God, my heart hurts now, ya’ll just don’t know.
Part one is here!