Edward's Egg

Chapter 10

The young warrior trekked through the woods. The torrid light of the sun traced through the leaves. The light however scant boiled on the half-Saiyan's skin. His master Piccolo had vanished suddenly. Despite the action of his leave being not-unusual, he would always inform Gohan that he would depart.

This time was different. Gohan using his newly honed ability to sense Ki was unable to pick up on Piccolo's Ki anywhere. Anytime before he was almost always aware that Piccolo was watching just by feeling his energy.

Something was very wrong, and Gohan wasn't going to wait around and find out.

His small but stout, muscular body broke and twisted through the limbs of the trees, fighting away whatever animal enemy dare intrude on his path. His black brows were set in determination. His master was in danger not hell fire, nor squall was going to stop him.

His ebony eyes darted back and forth as he turned, coming across a clearing, through the torrid light, distorted by fallen trees and high rocks. He rushed forward, hoping his master would be there, his body strewn somewhere among the branches or rocks. He nearly left the ground in his pursuit. He darted back and forth at every possible crevice he could be, every flat surface.

He found nothing.

He furrowed his brow even deeper and pressed on, his senses being pushed to their limit in the desperate search for his Ki.

Still nothing, he went back to his original course and ran even faster. Sweat droplets coursing down his back.

"I know Piccolo was cold to me in the beginning when he took me in right after Raditz killed my dad," He winced at the memory as he thought, "But I know. Deep down Piccolo would do the same for me! Even if he wouldn't, I've got to help him!"

His nose flinched as he scented the coming of water. He slowed a bit, knowing that many smells could easily be masked by the water. He proceeded further, the wood finally dispersing revealing a small waterfall and lagoon.

His heart pounded as he paced forward slowing down. Something seemed oddly peculiar about this place, something he couldn't quite get his head around. But the significance was definitely something had sought out.

He went to a ledge before the pool of water, several meters from the gushing water fall. He closed his eyes. Stretching his ability to the limit.

Nothing...nothing...nothing

"Come on...there's gotta be something!"

His knit his brows, his concentration soaring.

something...something fluttering and weak...barely alive.

"Mr. Piccolo!" His eyes shot open, turning his head to the location of the energy: the waterfall.

He flew through the water fall, slipping easily under the icy down pour, entering the small natural cavern.

Gohan's eyes lit up, "Piccolo!"

Indeed it was his master, slumped over a rock, purple soars dotted his green skin, his head hung, his torso barely widening with breath.

The master rose his turbaned head, "G-gohan?"

The young warrior rushed over, tears in his eyes, "Piccolo what's happened to you?!"

Piccolo managed to turn resting his head against the rock, his breathing labored, as Gohan kneeled beside him, "I don't know...I don't even know what I'm doing here..."

"Piccolo I've got to get you out of here!"

"Gohan...this disturbance is too great. It's killing me, I can't over-come it. I'm too weak to fight the Saiyans...you must go on without me."

"No!" Gohan stood, balling his fists, his power level rising with his emotion, "I'm not just gonna leave you here! You taught me everything I know! There's so much I have to learn!"

Piccolo's blood shot eyes shifted to Gohan, and a small smile cracked his lips, "Heh...you're really something you know that kid?"

Gohan didn't respond, his black brows knit, his eyes set in determination and grasped the large Namekian over his shoulder, his young muscles straining, sweat streaking his brow. But he didn't care this was his master and nothing could stop him now.

"Gohan no! You're not strong enough," Piccolo said into his back, far too weak to physically protest.

Gohan said nothing and stepped forward. His foot pressing into the ground with the weight of his master slung over him, yet his determination weighed heavier on his heart far greater than Piccolo's body ever could.

"We've got to get out of here..." Gohan said through his teeth, "Gotta get you better...where can we get you better Mr. Piccolo?"

Piccolo grunted, the boy's shoulder digging into his stomach deeper as the young warrior took a step, "The look out! Korin....can....fix this."

"Who?"

Piccolo's concentration strained, remembering that Gohan was practically a baby by human standards. He had never been introduced to Korin.

Piccolo thought to himself, "He can't possibly do this...I'm far too heavy for him, and the look out is too far...and I'm too weak to fly."

"Gohan it doesn't matter, you can't possibly make it."

Gohan let out a feral growl, surprising his master, "Piccolo just tell me!"

His display of Saiyan ferocity stunned Piccolo, "It's forty miles north of here."

Gohan slowed to a stop, closing his eyes, his breathing even. Slowly Piccolo felt the pressure on his abdomen increase from Gohan's shoulder.

"Wha-"

The boy was levitating.

"How? Where did you-?"

Before the green master could finish a wind gusted inside of his mouth as the wind whipped through him. His eyes widened, never believing his mind fracturing as he rode the back of the Saiyan.

***

Bulma tore her eyes away from her desert bandit and retrieved her dragon radar from her bag. She clicked the button on the top of the rounded device. She saw the pin point easily. With their speed the dragon ball would be found in less than an hour. If all went well. Her red lips twisted into a smirk, her teal hair billowing in the wind, the sun baking on her white skin.

"Alight, let's get moving," She said, slipping the radar back into her bag, hoisting the strap on her shoulder.

"Wait Bulma," Krillen interjected.

Her blue eyes blazed as they locked onto him, "What is it?"

"Are you sure you know where we're going? We have no idea what this disturbance is-"

"Well we won't know until we get there! There's no reason to get all bent out of shape...unless you're scared." She jested clawing her hand at him.

Krillen made a weak sound in his mouth, "Why is she always so mean to me?"

Tien turned to the short monk, "She's right Krillen, there is nothing to fear. Piccolo was unharmed, just deeply disturbed. So we should all just relax...but as always prepare for the worst. Just as we have done by gathering everyone here."

Chotzu piped in agreement, "Yeah!"

Krillen's eyes shifted to Bulma's heaving bust and then to the sand.

Yamcha added cockily, "What's the problem guys? We were trained by the best, therefore we are the best! We will win!" He balled his fists as if he could already taste victory.

"Oh yes indeed Yamcha," Bulma snarkily remarked, seeing the faint outline of his muscles under his gi.

He blushed once more, tilting his head to take in greater detail of her cleavage.

Bulma stood upright, determination in her voice, "Alright, we've wasted enough time here, we gotta' get moving!"
Bulma reached into her bag to retrieve a capsule and threw it a good distance away from them down the shore onto the hot sand.

A strange device exploded into the air, some what reminiscent of a motor cycle. It landed on the ground in a thud.

Bulma pranced over, her ass bouncing, straddling the machine.

The warriors took this cue for them to prepare to fly. They assumed their stances all reading to take aim for the sky. First Tien with Chotzu on his shoulder burst for the firmament then "Hey Yamcha!"

Yamcha looked over in an awkward stance as he had prepared to fly, "Uh...yes?"

She patted the leather behind her rear, "Right here baby!"

He proceeded forward abashed as the others groaned and took for the sky and shamefully mounted the back of the vehicle. He knew full well that the others knew what he was about to do on the way to Forks.

Bulma could feel his warm chest slid against her back. She stiffened in response, her hands grasping the handles even tighter. He then wrapped his arms around her narrow waist for 'safety purposes.' A blush tinted her cheeks and she mentally reminded herself that they had a mission. She braced the handle determinedly and revved the engine, knocking the gears. The machine clicked into motion and took off after the warriors into the sky. A gust of sand was left behind in its wake.

Roshi blinked from behind the glass, "Heh, hate to see her leave but I love watching her go."

Oolong sighed agitated and flipped back on the T.V.

The wind ruffled both of their long wild manes. Yamcha's gi whipped in the wind, it felt as a physical manifestation of his internal drive being so out of control. With her legs straddling the bike it fully opened her waist into the perfect hour-glass. Her slender thighs sticking agaisnt the leather. She sat still as if she didn't notice he was grasping onto her. Her large tits hung in her bra just inches from his hands and her hot, wet, center was just inches south. It was the ultimate temptation. And still she acted as though nothing of it. It infuriated him and made him insecure, wasn't he hot enough to get her to turn her head? Still the cocky voice in his head told him otherwise. "Squeeze one of her tits and watch what happens."

Before he could make a move one of Bulma's hands reached behind her to slide down Yamcha's front. He quivered instantly knowing exactly what her intentions were. She grasped his semi-erect cock through his pants, gently administrating him. He sucked in a breath and tightened his grip around her to prevent from falling.

Bulma smirked as down-shifted with one hand. She didn't want to get too close to the other fighters. Despite the fact that she knew that they knew fully well what she was doing. Yamcha regained his composure and slid a hand up her abdomen to grasp one of her breasts that heaved under her tight clothing. She felt a heat in her lower abdomen and she sighed. She loved the feel of his strong, rough hand grasping the swell of her breast.

"Keep going Yamcha, don't let anything distract you, " she thought to herself.

Krillen flung a look back and instantly regretted it. His head dropped in sadness, "How come that's never me?"

Tien glanced over with Chotzu hovering close to him, "I don't know why you look Krillen, you and I both know what they're doing."

Chotzu chimed in question, "What are they doing?"

"I'll tell you when you're older Chotzu," he responded quickly.

"But I wanna know now!"

Krillen added defeated, "Trust me, you don't."

Before Krillen could finish his sentence he choked on a bug.

Yamcha now had a hand down her shorts over her panties. He peered over her shoulder to look to see what color they were. Red. He shaft thickened at the sight and he groaned against her, pressing himself harder.

Bulma sighed and allowed his hand to slip into her panties. His rough middle finger pressed and circled her clit. She leaned back against him arching her back giving his other hand greater access to her breasts. She did a mental check of her Capsule Corp. Machine to make sure she hadn't neglected anything.

Yamcha pressed his mouth into the crook of her neck, suck on her sweet-spot.

A moan, audible above the scream of the wind as they flew above the Pacific rolled out of Bulma's mouth. Her grip wavered slightly on the handle, but she found herself again and regained control of vehicle.

"Yamcha," she turned her face to his, "I can't concentrate, you have to stop now, wait until we retrieve the dragon ball."

He leaned back with a smirk. His mouth leaving her reddened neck. She almost cursed herself for her decision, her sweet spot becoming cold from the wind. She retrieved her hand, leaving his cock still throbbing and unsatisfied. With the same hand she reached for the dragon radar in her bag and pressed the top button.

She turned her head to shout back to him above the wind, "We're almost there!"

"We better be..." he muttered to himself.

She snickered evilly and shifted the gears forward, sailing faster towards the other Z fighters.

With her loudest bitchiest voice, "Hey guys we're almost to Forks!"

Yamcha's erection shriveled and he sighed. Defeated.
"Yay!" Chotzu cried merrily.
Tien smirked victoriously mentally preparing for a fight.
Krillen covered his ears with a pitiful cry.

Bulma chuckled demonically to herself and pulled in parallel to Krillen, glaring at him.

He looked over automatically, tits first, face last.

She smirked at Krillen and grabbed Yamcha's hand placing it on her breast. She made a pleasured face. Yamcha's posture raised and his face became confused.

Krillen almost cried.

***

"Wait...dragons have testicles?"

"Bella...come on...if you gather all seven of them, say the magic words, the eternal dragon will appear and he'll grant any ONE wish you want."

Bella looked deeply puzzled, "So wait Edward laid a baby dragon?"

"Goddammit Bella!"

"Hey! Don't you yell at me!"

"Edward did not lay an egg!" His voice echoed off of the rounded metal of the garage.

"Jacob, you just don't understand..."

He growled at her until his internal senses picked up several strong presences heading straight, towards them.

"Bella..."

"Jacob y-"

"Stay inside!" he tossed her 'Edward' and raced outside slamming the door.

***

The Northwestern shore of Washington peered over the horizon.

"Yay we're almost there! Joy!" screamed Chotzu.

"Chotzu! We need to be serious! This could potentially be very dangerous!" His third eye glimmered, predicting any outcomes.

Yamcha leaned in, and began to whisper huskily into Bulma's ear, "When this battle is over-"

"You won't rush me Yamcha! If you even think about trying anything against my will you will be sorely disappointed!"

He sighed, hoping his antics could have worked. Bulma was the one in control, above all else.

Krillen gave almost a devious look at them, "So Yamcha can't have it all can he?"

She revved the engine and flew forward past the Z fighters.

The warriors increased their Chi and flew forward the land becoming more and more visible.

Tien began his voice epic, "Alright guys! Let's get this disturber and show him his MAKER!!!"

They raised their power levels and blasted for the land.