Of Lab Accidents and Wedding Jitters!
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
1,284
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0
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Chapter 2: A Guy's Heart to Heart
Chapter Two: A Guy’s Heart To Heart
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"What a bastard! We have plans with our girlfriends on Friday! Well, not anymore!” Heath bemoaned as he was riding shotgun in Marty’s capsule car. The duo were on their way to meet up with Porker-Ella and Mary-Sue, AKA Monary Gippal-Tremashe, at Team KoDraCan’s warehouse.
“You had plans with Pork, but I don’t have any plans with Mary.” Marty-Stu sighed, turning up the radio. The depressed tone in the Saiyan’s voice was noticed by the pig bishie.
“You don’t? But, aren’t you getting married to her soon, Marty?” Heath questioned, confused at the sudden uncertainty of his best friend’s tone. Heath, along with everyone else in Team KoDraCan, knew that no two OCs deserved one another more that Marty and Mary. The two didn’t always act like it, but they were in love, and it was really serious between them. Hammerspace mallets and perverted comments, aside, they were made for one another.
“Yeah…” Marty answered, looking straight ahead.
“Having second thoughts aren’t you?” The pig bishie questioned as he studied the look in the Saiyan’s eyes.
Silence reigned in the car for over fifteen minutes before Marty answered, “No, it’s just…well, I’m ready to commit to Mary, but—“
“—you still want to experience being single.” Heath finished.
“I swear it’s like you know me or something, Heath.” Marty beamed, allowing his trademark laughter to fill the car and ease the tension.
“Dude, I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to try to figure these things out, remember?” Heath commented, winking at the Saiyan.
“Hey…don’t tell Mary, alright?” Marty pleaded, “She’ll waive it over my face if she find out I can be sensitive.”
The pig bishie chuckled, “No problem; I still owe you for not telling P-chan that I took Mimi to lunch for acing her Plot Contrivance Exams. You know how she gets when Mimi’s in the picture.”
“Do we ever. Kozue would never get that crazy chick’s shotgun away.” Marty joked, turning into the driveway. “Still, that’s better than having a freaking MACHINA up your ass.”
The KoDraCan warehouse was in actuality a very lavish, gated mansion in the middle of Fic-Land Forest. The place had brick overlaying, towering copulas and a wooden swing in the front yard. Orchids surrounded the house, and there was a beautifully-sculpted fountain to the right of the front yard. After Marty demonstrated his otherworldly ability by chucking a pebble at the statue on the fountain and completely destroying it, they shared a good laugh, entering the warehouse. The boys dumped their homework over the lavish couches in the family room, and then headed to the kitchen for some serious snackage. Heath grabbed a couple slices of moldy bread hidden in the cupboard whereas Marty raided the fridge for any and all raw cold cuts and fruit.
Heath inquired about the lab they had to do as they took a seat near the counter island.
“Oh, he wants to make us look like a bunch of morons, so he wants us to make aphrodisiac in the lab.” Marty deadpanned.
“Dude, he should know you don’t want to tell a GUY that. He’d have women all over the place.” Heath said as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor.
“Is that so bad to want to be Hugh Hefner?” Marty snickered, stripping down to his heart-patterned civvies and smoothing out his jet-black tail.
“…You make an interesting point.” The pig-man sighed. All of a sudden, immediate dread filled their beings as a voice filled with wrath echoed down the hall.
“What’s this I hear about you two cutting up class AGAIN?!” cried the PMSing authoress as she stomped in the kitchen. From the looks of things, she had just gotten out of her last class, and she was in the mood for killing someone; more specifically, Heath and Marty. She was African-American, dressed in teal and wearing heels. She had glasses and, well, she didn’t look like a super-model from the looks of things. (Here the authoress throws a book at the narrator, warning her to keep some of her descriptions to herself.)
“Ko-chan., it’s nothing.” Marty waved off, scratching his butt.
“He was writing about Togas and tentacles again.” Heath said between bites.
The dark-skinned woman sighed, not bothering to inquire about the details as she usually did. She may be a fanfiction writer, but pressing issues with her homework wore out her mind.
“Well…” Marty asked her after several minutes of blessed silence.
“Well, what?” Kozue snapped back.
“You’re going to help us out or not.”
“What do you think?” Kozue growled as she swiped a banana away from Marty. She stomped out the room once more, and then called Moria McFeather for some favor.
“Guess that means, a ‘no’ huh?” Marty said.
Heath simply sighed, ignoring his friend’s “blonde moment”.
“What?” the Saiyan asked.
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And this proves my college thesis that when one Saiyan man has one good moment, more dumb moments follow in his wake.
Marty: Next week’s lecture—“Hypocrisy”
First, it’s the pig, now it’s the monkey-man! GET BACK IN THE FIC!
Marty: Make me, Empress Nutcase. (Sticks his tongue out)
Fine! MARY! Marty’s being flirtatious with me and he’s trying to put his hands on my gratuitously-huge breasts and unnecessary hourglass-curves!
Mary: (Crashes through the wall in a ten-foot machina) GUAVA PEKING-SAUCE!
Marty: …I’ll think I’ll be heading back in the fic now. (Goes through the fanfiction portal, while Mary casts a fire-spell over the portal.)
Cool! I want a machina!
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"What a bastard! We have plans with our girlfriends on Friday! Well, not anymore!” Heath bemoaned as he was riding shotgun in Marty’s capsule car. The duo were on their way to meet up with Porker-Ella and Mary-Sue, AKA Monary Gippal-Tremashe, at Team KoDraCan’s warehouse.
“You had plans with Pork, but I don’t have any plans with Mary.” Marty-Stu sighed, turning up the radio. The depressed tone in the Saiyan’s voice was noticed by the pig bishie.
“You don’t? But, aren’t you getting married to her soon, Marty?” Heath questioned, confused at the sudden uncertainty of his best friend’s tone. Heath, along with everyone else in Team KoDraCan, knew that no two OCs deserved one another more that Marty and Mary. The two didn’t always act like it, but they were in love, and it was really serious between them. Hammerspace mallets and perverted comments, aside, they were made for one another.
“Yeah…” Marty answered, looking straight ahead.
“Having second thoughts aren’t you?” The pig bishie questioned as he studied the look in the Saiyan’s eyes.
Silence reigned in the car for over fifteen minutes before Marty answered, “No, it’s just…well, I’m ready to commit to Mary, but—“
“—you still want to experience being single.” Heath finished.
“I swear it’s like you know me or something, Heath.” Marty beamed, allowing his trademark laughter to fill the car and ease the tension.
“Dude, I’m your best friend. I’m supposed to try to figure these things out, remember?” Heath commented, winking at the Saiyan.
“Hey…don’t tell Mary, alright?” Marty pleaded, “She’ll waive it over my face if she find out I can be sensitive.”
The pig bishie chuckled, “No problem; I still owe you for not telling P-chan that I took Mimi to lunch for acing her Plot Contrivance Exams. You know how she gets when Mimi’s in the picture.”
“Do we ever. Kozue would never get that crazy chick’s shotgun away.” Marty joked, turning into the driveway. “Still, that’s better than having a freaking MACHINA up your ass.”
The KoDraCan warehouse was in actuality a very lavish, gated mansion in the middle of Fic-Land Forest. The place had brick overlaying, towering copulas and a wooden swing in the front yard. Orchids surrounded the house, and there was a beautifully-sculpted fountain to the right of the front yard. After Marty demonstrated his otherworldly ability by chucking a pebble at the statue on the fountain and completely destroying it, they shared a good laugh, entering the warehouse. The boys dumped their homework over the lavish couches in the family room, and then headed to the kitchen for some serious snackage. Heath grabbed a couple slices of moldy bread hidden in the cupboard whereas Marty raided the fridge for any and all raw cold cuts and fruit.
Heath inquired about the lab they had to do as they took a seat near the counter island.
“Oh, he wants to make us look like a bunch of morons, so he wants us to make aphrodisiac in the lab.” Marty deadpanned.
“Dude, he should know you don’t want to tell a GUY that. He’d have women all over the place.” Heath said as he took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor.
“Is that so bad to want to be Hugh Hefner?” Marty snickered, stripping down to his heart-patterned civvies and smoothing out his jet-black tail.
“…You make an interesting point.” The pig-man sighed. All of a sudden, immediate dread filled their beings as a voice filled with wrath echoed down the hall.
“What’s this I hear about you two cutting up class AGAIN?!” cried the PMSing authoress as she stomped in the kitchen. From the looks of things, she had just gotten out of her last class, and she was in the mood for killing someone; more specifically, Heath and Marty. She was African-American, dressed in teal and wearing heels. She had glasses and, well, she didn’t look like a super-model from the looks of things. (Here the authoress throws a book at the narrator, warning her to keep some of her descriptions to herself.)
“Ko-chan., it’s nothing.” Marty waved off, scratching his butt.
“He was writing about Togas and tentacles again.” Heath said between bites.
The dark-skinned woman sighed, not bothering to inquire about the details as she usually did. She may be a fanfiction writer, but pressing issues with her homework wore out her mind.
“Well…” Marty asked her after several minutes of blessed silence.
“Well, what?” Kozue snapped back.
“You’re going to help us out or not.”
“What do you think?” Kozue growled as she swiped a banana away from Marty. She stomped out the room once more, and then called Moria McFeather for some favor.
“Guess that means, a ‘no’ huh?” Marty said.
Heath simply sighed, ignoring his friend’s “blonde moment”.
“What?” the Saiyan asked.
XXXXXX
And this proves my college thesis that when one Saiyan man has one good moment, more dumb moments follow in his wake.
Marty: Next week’s lecture—“Hypocrisy”
First, it’s the pig, now it’s the monkey-man! GET BACK IN THE FIC!
Marty: Make me, Empress Nutcase. (Sticks his tongue out)
Fine! MARY! Marty’s being flirtatious with me and he’s trying to put his hands on my gratuitously-huge breasts and unnecessary hourglass-curves!
Mary: (Crashes through the wall in a ten-foot machina) GUAVA PEKING-SAUCE!
Marty: …I’ll think I’ll be heading back in the fic now. (Goes through the fanfiction portal, while Mary casts a fire-spell over the portal.)
Cool! I want a machina!