Dark Nightmares

by FireCracker7

Sequel to Golden Dreams. Trunks put a move on Goku. Now Vegeta makes his!

2. Chapter 2

author: FireCracker updated 3/24/09

(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)

Archive? You'd better.

Pairing Goku/Vegeta/Trunks

DARK NIGHTMARES PT. 2

Vegeta carefully slipped from his mate's lap. He paused, as his badman shirt stuck fast to Goku.

They both looked down. Goku laughed. "Your own fault, Vegeta. You glued us together!"

Vegeta frowned. "I want my shirt..."

"Let's roll for it." Goku winked. Vegeta took a moment to understand his meaning.

"Oh."

Arms wrapped around each other, the two rolled downhill before plopping into the lake. A few moments later they burst to the surface.

"See?" Goku was giddy. "It worked! Quick rinse."

Vegeta smiled, standing in the cold water. "I see."

Goku waded over to him. "I really do have to go now, 'Geta."

Dark eyes were soft on him. "I know. Kiss!" the prince motioned for him.

"Hai." Goku responded. Their tongues touched, sparking heat. Goku vaguely remembered Vegeta's well muscled arms around his back, tugging him closer. The next thing he knew he was underwater, still holding Vegeta's tongue hostage.

He opened his eyes uselessly in pitch black water. Vegeta still held him in a viselike grip. And cold water did nothing to cool that mouth...

They were both hard again. Goku could feel his mate rub against him. The sensation of cool water against hot skin was electrifying.

/Koi, your mouth! Turn around./

Goku sank lower, pulling Vegeta's body along his own. He flipped around, finding a hot rod of flesh near his face. He grabbed it and sucked.

Immediately a slippery mouth closed on his own member as well, pulling with expert suction. Fingers slipped up his ass, stroking sweetly.

Goku nearly gagged water as he was penetrated. Gripping Vegeta closer he duplicated the gesture, pushing two fingers into the soft mounds. Soon they were both jerking uncontrollably, the only sign of their lovemaking being whitewater thrashing above their heads.

Dark lake waters were awash with light as they climaxed, swirling colors blinding all vision.

//Yatta!!!// their minds rang in harmony. Two dark heads burst above the surface seconds later.

Goku laughed wildly, clutching his prince. "Oh, Vegeta! I love you so much I want to sing!!"

Vegeta smiled against his neck. "My ears couldn't take it, baka.

Besides, you sing off key!"

Goku sighed, holding his mate's face. "Now I absolutely have to go."

Dark, seductive eyes lowered. "Do you want to, Kakarot?"

Quick kiss. "No, but I can't afford another all nighter. Yesterday I had a close call."

"Hn. So the woman saw you come in?"

"Nearly. I came up with a diversion and a story."

Vegeta pushed off gently. He stared at the sky full of stars. "Caution and restraint might be wise now."

Goku pondered his words. "Vegeta? Tell me, I can sense your body is..."

"I'm beginning to feel it. Just barely, a tingling."

Goku touched his forehead. "Go home, prince. Rest. We're both going to need all we can get soon."

Vegeta nodded. He turned and waded out of the water. Goku admired the muscled, compact body. Although short, there was nothing small about him.

The saiyan prince pulled on his pants and shoes. Goku waited for him to finish before wading out himself and getting dressed. They were silent until he was completely done.

Vegeta eyed Goku closely. "Be careful, Kakarot. You had one psychotic episode tonight already."

The tall saiyan nodded grimly. "I know. Do you want to make arrangements, or-"

Vegeta nodded. "I'll contact a travel agency I know about securing a cabin. Bulma has a time share with them."

"Sounds good" the handsome saiyan smiled sadly. "I'd kiss you goodnight, but-"

Vegeta flashed sharp teeth. "We'd be kissing good morning before long. Not wise, ne?"

"No. Until then, Vegeta."

"Until then, Kakarot." the saiyan prince took off like a shot.

Goku sighed wistfully. /He looks so cute in pink./

/I heard that!!/

()

Vegeta walked slowly upstairs. His clothing was sopped to the skin.

I must look ridiculous he thought absently.

"Vegeta!"

"Eh?" not this, not now! "What is it woman? I'm tired."

Bulma stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Where the hell have you been? Don't you remember you were supposed to make an appearance at the award ceremony tonight?"

Vegeta could only stare at her. "Bulma, I have no time for-"

"The least you could have done was call or let someone know."

"I didn't remember. Now I'm not going to argue in wet clothes!"

Blue eyes were on him oddly. "That's another thing. Why in the world are you wet like that? Are you crazy? Did someone throw you in the river? You could catch pneumonia-"

Vegeta snorted, leaving her rant. Bullshit. I'm going to bed.

As the exhausted prince edged down the hall he sensed another familiar ki. Turning around he saw Trunks in his night robe staring at him in disapproval.

The demi-saiyan eyed the wet clothes with disdain. "Hello, father. I see the 'badman' has been out playing again!"

Vegeta considered his answer. "Goodnight, sweet son. We'll have a daddy dearest talk in the morning. Pleasant dreams."

Trunks blinked in stupefication. "What?"

Vegeta enjoyed his confusion. "Why, you may even like what I have to say tomorrow. All your darkest desires will come true. Now, goodnight. I have a loving speech to prepare."

With an exaggerated gesture he went into his bedroom.

Trunks blinked, dumbfounded. What the hell was that all about??

()

Goku almost wished he could return to the lake. Chi Chi burned his ears for almost an hour for arriving near midnight. It annoyed him that Master Roshi witnessed her temper tantrum. Later she gave him the 'no sex' routine as punishment. He nearly laughed at her before camping out in the guest room downstairs. It never ceased to amaze him the subtle changes in his personality when the time approached. He had more of an edge. Of course, being perpetually horny would make anyone edgy.

Soon enough I'll be getting all I want, Chi Chi. Not that you'd be any help in this situation.

Goku sighed. He heard footsteps. Goten. His youngest son peeped in the door.

"Dad, you okay? I heard you and mom arguing...is that why you're down here in the guest room?"

Goku sat up. "Give me a hug."

Goten grinned, running up to him.

Goku smiled. "That's better. We just had a small argument, no big deal."

"Glad to hear it, dad."

Goku stared at a younger version of himself with shorter hair. "You know I depend on you more now that Gohan's going to college."

"Am I doing a good job?"

"Yup. Especially with me fighting deadly menaces, killer plagues, evil villans, wicked tyrants, bad television-"

Goten cracked up. "Dad, you're crazy!"

Goku winked. "That's me. Look, don't worry. Go upstairs and get some sleep, okay?"

Goten hugged him again. "Okay. Good night."

"Good night."

()

Trunks didn't know whether to be excited or worried. He sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee.

Father was really weird last night. Coming home soaking wet wearing that awful pink shirt for kami's sake.

Trunks almost laughed when he remembered that shirt for the first time.

It must have been mother's revenge. I'll have to ask her about that one day.

He poked at his plate absently. Quiet footsteps entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Trunks" the deep voice was almost civil.

"Father? Good morning." Trunks stammered, surprised. Vegeta walked in wearing a pink terry cloth robe.

Trunks squinted in disbelief. "Uh...what's with the pink?"

Vegeta looked at himself casually. "A bad wash job, I'm afraid. I threw my shirt in with this white robe and well...you see the result."

Trunks gawked. "Are you alright?"

Vegeta smirked. "Perfectly fine. Is Bulma here?"

"No, she had an early meeting with the board."

"Good. We can have that talk now." Vegeta moved at him slowly, reaching out.

Trunks didn't know what he was up to. "Hey!" he sat back, startled.

Vegeta curved his lips in a smile. "Easy, boy. I don't bite, contrary to popular belief" and with that he stroked the purple mop gently.

Trunks stared up at him. "Bu..but what is this, father?"

"Why nothing, I'm just appreciating my dear son." he stood behind Trunks, running both hands through thick lavender strands.

"Your body...is quite nice." Vegeta murmured, sliding his hands down over Trunk's shoulders, massaging them.

Trunks panicked. What the hell...he's acting crazy!

Vegeta abruptly stopped. "Is there any food left?" he asked suddenly.

The demi-saiyan blinked, uncertain how to interpret the strange mood.

"There's...some scrambled eggs and potatoes in the pan. Fresh orange juice is in the pitcher over there."

"Excellent" Vegeta fixed himself a plate, setting it on the table. He pulled out a large salad bowl and poured all the orange juice in it.

Blue eyes nearly popped. "Father, what are you doing?!"

A dark brow lifted casually. "Getting a bowl of juice to go with my food."

"You're going to drink it all?!"

"Of course." to prove his point Vegeta picked up the bowl and drained it dry.

"Ah, excellent. Now for the food."

Trunks could only stare before finding his voice. "You've been acting weird since last night, father. Are you on something?!"

"Hn. Hardly." Vegeta dug into his plate with abandon.

Trunks watched. He normally eats so neatly. Now he's gulping food like a starved man.

Vegeta grabbed one of his hands, massaging it. "Now for that talk, Trunks."

Trunks looked at their joined hands. Why does he keep looking at me and touching?

"Hey!" Trunks felt the other hand on his thigh under the table.

Is he doing drugs? No, that's impossible...something else is odd.

The demi-saiyan noticed the difference suddenly. It wasn't the robe, or even his behavior. Vegeta's scent was changing.

No. Not changing. It's becoming even more potent, almost overwhelming. Like raw hormones...

Vegeta gave a half smile. "You're staring, boy. How rude."

Well at least that statement sounds normal. "You're touching my leg. How strange!"

"Hn." the hand drifted to his face and stroked. "Lovely skin."

"Father! Are you sick?"

"Never better." Vegeta smirked, still stroking. "Such a handsome boy."

Why is he doing this? His scent! Something I'm missing here...

"You said you wanted to talk. Can we focus on that, please?"

Vegeta stared at his errant hands. What in kami am I doing?! I've got to get some control!

He abruptly jerked back. "Yes, boy. We'll discuss your obssessive need for Kakarot now."

Another wild mood swing Trunks noted. His behavior is-

"I may appear to be acting strangely, and there is a reason."

"What is it?"

"It's a temporary...'affliction' you might say. I'll be fine."

Trunks stared. "I hope so. Now what's this about Goku?"

"We have a proposal for you, if you're willing."

The demi-saiyan was fascinated. "Say on, father."

"Before I begin, let me say this. I was most impressed by your toughness the other day. Few have ever challenged my power, and fewer still ever survived it."

Trunks almost smiled. Well his ego is still normal, anyway.

"Thanks. I am your son, you know."

Half grin. "Indeed. I may have underestimated your resolve in this matter. Tell me, why are you so persistent?"

"As I told Goku...in my time there was so much horror and destruction. It makes you appreciate a good thing when you see it."

"Interesting. So you thought to come here and pluck the plum, ne?"

Blue eyes went wide. "I wasn't thinking of it that way."

Vegeta folded his arms. "Well, be at ease. This proposal should get you all damp again."

Trunks flushed red. "Is that crack necessary-"

"Have you ever heard of a yente mind touch?"

"No."

Kakarot will give you one."

Trunks nearly leaped up. "A bond? He's agreed?!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Ai, you pain me sometimes. It isn't a bond!"

"I don't understand, then."

"It will be a link, a one way communication between you two-"

Trunks smiled. "Like our own private hotline, huh?"

"Hn! Whatever. This link can be instigated by physical contact only."

"So I'd have to touch him to make it work?"

"Hai. One other thing...you will be able to communicate mentally up to one day at a time."

"What happens after the one day?"

"You would have to touch him again to reactivate it."

Trunks eyed his father with suspicion. "What about you?"

Vegeta looked away. "I'm not involved in any way. Your link will have no influence on my bond with Kakarot. Nor will you be able to 'read into' our connection."

Trunks felt blood rush to his ears in anger. "Still exclusive, huh?"

Vegeta growled. "And always will be, boy. Do you accept the proposal or not?"

What's to think about? "I accept! Now where's Goku?!"

"Stop drooling, purple hair. He will arrive shortly."

Trunks scarcely heard his last words. That means whenever we want to make love...

Vegeta observed his face a moment. "Shimatta!! Stop thinking with your cock for two seconds!"

"You'll forgive me for being excited, father. I don't intend to hide it!"

"Hn. Just don't start dancing."

A sobering thought hit the demi-saiyan. "Why did you agree to this?"

Vegeta eyed him evenly. "To avoid tragedy, Trunks."

"Tragedy? Is that some kind of obscure threat?!"

The dark eyes flickered for a moment. Trunks couldn't discern what his father was thinking.

"No. Just a fact. And I...we...don't wish to be the instruments of it."

"Of what? You're speaking in riddles, father!"

Vegeta steepled his hands. "Hn. Did Kakarot say anything to you about...the rut?"

Trunks felt an apprehensive stab. "Yeah, he went over it in pretty sordid detail. But what's that got to do with me? I don't have that problem!"

"Consider yourself fortunate."

"Why didn't you ever talk to me about this? I would think-"

"It became apparent to me last year it wouldn't be a problem for you. Normally symptoms show as early as the sixteenth year for saiyans."

"Sixteen? You're kidding!"

"No. The actual rut usually occurs later, between the ages of eighteen to twenty three. Seeing as how you're twenty one with no prior symptoms, there was no reason to assume you'd suddenly rut. You 'd have felt something long before now as your body changed."

Trunks thought that over. "Goku was late. He told me about your trip in the space pod from Namek."

Vegeta blinked, stunned. "He told you about that?!"

Trunks grinned at his father's discomfort. "He didn't say anything out of line or overly personal."

Black eyes narrowed in satisfaction. "Hn. He wouldn't. So you're comparing his situation with yours?"

Trunks sipped from his cup once more. "Actually, I'm more interested in when you two bonded. Isn't that where it happened?"

"Insolent brat. For your information, no it isn't."

"Where, then?"

"None of your buisness. And for the record, Kakarot wasn't late. He was right on schedule!" Vegeta laughed at a private joke.

Trunks reddened. "But he didn't say anything about symptoms."

"He had plenty. In truth, he nearly...he had some close calls. Saiyans don't spray their buisness everywhere, Trunks."

Trunks stared at Vegeta hard. "Did it happen in the pod?"

"There's nothing to tell."

"Okay, fine! But where's Goku? You said he would be here soon!"

"And so he shall. Aren't you enjoying our talk?"

Trunks tapped his fingers impatiently. "I'm not sure. How long have you been bonded, father?"

Vegeta slowly ate, drawing out his answer. "I see no reason not to tell you that much. About four years, I'd say."

Trunks went pale. "Four years?" his brain was busy calculating.

Vegeta watched him. "I know where your mind is going, and I still won't say where we bonded."

Trunks eyed him suspiciously. "You don't have to tell me, father. I have a very good idea now!"

"Hai! Draw your own conclusions then."

"I will."

"You haven't a clue."

Suddenly the air crackled in front of Trunks. Startled, he nearly dropped his cup as he pushed back from the table.

Goku stood in front of him. The fabulous physique was clad in a tight fitting blue tank shirt and black jeans. A hand rested on his hip in casual arrogance. His raven tail matched the jeans perfectly, waving about gently.

Trunks stared at him in adoring wonder. Goku flashed a sensual smile, his dark features fine.

"Are you ready for me?"

()

Even Vegeta lost his composure momentarily. Trunks glanced briefly at his father. Vegeta was all but drooling, staring at the black clad backside.

"K-Kakarot!!" he stammered. A metal fork snapped in his fist.

Goku didn't turn around or respond. "So, Trunks. Did Vegeta tell you about our proposal?"

Trunks gawked at him. "Goku. You look...great!"

A finger traced the demi-saiyan's lips. "You didn't answer me."

"He did" Trunks managed, still enjoying the view.

Vegeta stood slowly, hot eyes roaming everywhere. Reaching out, he grabbed Goku's tail and stroked it lovingly.

Trunks glanced at him. "Stop playing with his tail!"

Vegeta purred. "Shut up, boy. Don't make me reconsider my decision!"

Goku still didn't turn around. "What have you decided?"

Trunks stood in front of him. "I want the link. Now!!" blue eyes blazed with passion.

Goku tilted his head slightly. "Vegeta?"

Vegeta growled at Trunks. "You have my permission to touch and love him, in accordance with the yente link."

Trunks was solemn. "Thank you."

Goku spread his fingers. "Now touch my hands."

Trunks nodded, touching finger tips. He felt a small jolt of...something. Then his skin tingled.

Goku smiled and removed his hands.

Trunks blinked. "What? You mean, that's it?"

/Of course./

Blue eyes went wide. /I heard you!/

Goku kissed his forehead. /I forgot you've never shared a two-way link./

Trunks purred loudly. /Never! It's exciting./

"So, are you at last satisfied?" Vegeta wanted to know.

"This is the happiest day of my life, father." Trunks beamed. "Thank you!"

Vegeta clenched his fists. "Hn! This is insanity all around. It could still cost us dearly in the end."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Trunks grinned at Goku. "This situation is perfect!" he felt triumphant.

Goku's smile faded. Both saiyans stared at him, their faces hard now.

Trunks blinked. "Hey, who died? Goku? You don't regret this, do you?"

Soft smile. "No, but there's something you need to be aware of" he pulled up a chair. Vegeta likewise reseated himself.

Staring in confusion, Trunks sat also. "It must be serious."

"It is." Vegeta replied shortly. "Remember when I mentioned possible tragedy?"

"I thought you were being melodramatic."

"No. It involves the rut cycle. You have to know this, now that you share a link with Kakarot."

Trunks sighed, exasperated. "Both of you discussed this topic already. I don't have that problem."

"The link changes everything, Trunks" Goku warned him.

Blue eyes widened. "Woa...are you telling me that I could experience that now?!"

"No."

"Then what? Why the tragedy references?"

Goku and Vegeta briefly exchanged glances.

"Soon it will be our time, Trunks." Goku said intensely. "The situation with your desire for me...has triggered us out of our cycle."

Trunks was very quiet. "I did that?" he paused. "When we talked earlier I thought you were implying as much, but I wasn't certain!"

Goku sighed. "I resisted saying so then. But you need to know this now, because time is short."

Trunks looked at them both. "How much time?"

Vegeta was grim. "A week at the most. Perhaps as little as two days."

Trunks was shocked. "Two days!! Why didn't you tell me before now?"

"Hn. There was nothing you could do. And I...am somewhat ahead of Kakarot with my symptoms. You may have noticed that earlier."

Dawning comprehension lit the demi-saiyan's features. "That's why you kept touching me?"

Vegeta nodded. "A milder symptom. But far worse ones are on the horizon."

Trunks felt a sense of dread. "How far out of your normal time are you?"

"About three months" Goku replied.

"What else should I know?" Trunks was quiet now. Goku gripped his hand across the table.

"Trunks. When the time comes, you must not contact me. Don't touch me, and don't talk to me through the yente link. Do you understand?!"

Trunks flushed with a variety of emotions. "No! You might need me. I wouldn't abandon you-"

"Fool!" Vegeta blurted. "We're telling you this to save your life!"

"My life! What-"

Goku looked down a moment. "The fever steals your mind and body, Trunks. You become psychotic and confused. Friends become enemies. The only one safe around you is your mate, and hunger consumes you."

Trunks swallowed. "Are you saying you would try...to kill me?"

Goku squeezed his hand tighter. "It could be any number of nightmare scenarios. I might see you as a threat to Vegeta. Or Vegeta might see you as a threat to me. Or we both could...in any case I don't want to think about the possibilities!"

Trunks looked at his father in disbelief. "But...why??"

Vegeta almost appeared pained. "I truly regret this aspect of being saiyan, Trunks. Numerous tragedies were recorded on Vegettasei because of innocent mistakes made during the rut season. Our society had rules and ordinances regarding this matter in order to minimize...murders."

"Murders!"

"Yes. These rules were quite stringent, even more so for those in space."

Trunks was stunned, realization hitting him. "I could see where...in a closed ship..."

Vegeta nodded grimly. "Some of the earlier invasion vessels never made it to their destination intact."

"I never realized...it was so severe." Trunks breathed.

"Hey, Trunks" Goku squeezed his hand yet again. "Lighten up."

"Are you crazy? A minute ago you were talking about killing me!"

Goku kissed his hand. "Kill my purple doll? Never!"

Trunks felt a tingle. "Isn't there any way I could help?"

"No." Vegeta said roughly. "Stay clear and leave us alone!"

Trunks looked at his father curiously. "What else should I look for as a warning?"

"Erratic appetite. As the time gets closer we won't eat at all."

Trunks eyed Goku. "But you're still okay, right?"

Dark features shaded under raven locks. "For now. But that could change at any time."

"I don't get it. You've been through this before, so why can't you know ahead of time?"

Goku growled softly. "The symptoms warn you well enough. The problem is they can linger at a certain stage before rapidly accelerating. It's never the same each time."

"Shimatta, what a mess. So what are all the stages?"

"As Vegeta said, you gradually lose your appetite. During the early phase you have an excessive need for physical contact. Your body tingles at times. In the second phase you become irritable and moody. Disorientation and nightmares are common. Sometimes you may develop periods of memory loss. A low grade fever takes over your body."

Trunks eyed them both worriedly. "And the last phase?"

"Pure hell. You can't control your thoughts or emotions. Sex drive overrules everything. You don't eat, you barely sleep. A high fever develops, and you're hypersensitive to touch. To make matters worse you get a perpetual hard on."

"But how do you know when you're both ready?"

"Mates don't pair off until both are in the same state of need. If one is ahead of the other, the mate's symptoms will abate for a time, allowing the other to 'catch up.' "

"Amazing."

Vegeta picked up the gauntlet. "This is the dangerous phase we spoke of earlier, Trunks. You must not approach us under any circumstances. We will be totally unaware of our actions, and totally involved with each other. Interfere in any way, and you will get hurt. Do you still think I'm being melodramatic?"

Trunks shook his head soberly. "No, I understand."

Both saiyans breathed a sigh of relief.

()

The next day was relatively quiet. Goku, Chi Chi, and Goten spent the afternoon at the amusement park.

Chi Chi was frazzled. "Ugh. I don't think I can handle another roller coaster" she staggered along, hair sticking everywhere.

Goku laughed. "Boy babe, you look pretty rough."

Hmpf. Have you looked in a mirror, bud?" she pointed at him.

Goten laughed. "Yeah, dad. You do look funny."

Goku blinked. "How do you mean?"

Goten dragged him over to a mirror display. "See?"

The tall saiyan squinted at the distorted image. "I can't tell anything from that. What are you two talking about?"

"Goten's right." Chi Chi eyed him closely. "You look like you've been running a marathon."

Goku felt a gentle breeze on his face. "Really?" Strange. Wondered why it was so hot everywhere.

"Mom's right" Goten agreed. "You're really sweaty." he pointed at another mirror. "Try looking in that one."

Curious, Goku peered at his reflection. It was true. He was literally drenched through his shirt.

Shimatta!

"Hey" Chi Chi touched his arm. "You're getting dehydrated. Let's go sit in the shade over there" she indicated a small bench near some carnival stands.

"Sounds like a good idea." he felt weak all of a sudden. A slender arm tucked under his own.

"Come on. You're burning up."

"Ah." he went without argument. Goten looked over at a refreshment stand.

"Maybe I should get us all something cold. It might help."

Chi Chi nodded, looking at her husband. "Good idea, Goten."

"What do you want, dad?"

Goku handed him some money. "Get me...snow cones."

Goten blinked. "Cones? How many?"

"Five. You want something, Chi Chi?"

She was taken aback. "Uh...get me a large orange soda, Goten."

"Will do" the teen disappeared into the crowd.

Chi Chi reached in her purse and dabbed Goku's forehead and neck with a handkerchief. "I should have mentioned it earlier, honey."

Goku heaved. "Do...I...really look that bad?"

She gave an odd grin. "Yes. I think we need to cut this short. It's been a pretty long day, anyhow."

Dark eyes began to close. "Strange...I didn't feel anything until you both said something."

"It's a miracle you didn't. You've been wobbling for over an hour."

Is that possible? Chikuso, not this soon!!

/She's right./

/Vegeta!!/

/I'll be brief. Go home, Kakarot. You've been running on nervous

energy./

/Hai, now I can feel that.../

/You'll collapse at this rate. Later, love./

/Later../

"Hey mom, is he okay?!"

"Hmm"

"Goku?" Chi Chi's slender hands shook the large saiyan. He had fallen asleep with his head in her lap.

Dark eyes blinked blearily. "What happened?"

Chi Chi sat him up straight. "You passed out. Here, suck on one of these." she handed him a snow cone.

"It's too hot." Goku complained. He grabbed it and chewed. Goten handed his mother her soda. She sipped thirstily.

"I was a bit dry myself. Goku, take it easy!"

"Trying to." he snatched the other cones from the box Goten was holding.

"Hey dad, wait-"

Before either of them could say anything, Goku dumped the cones down his shirt.

Chi Chi was mortified. "Goku!" she looked around as people stared.

He shook the ice around in his clothes. "Sorry, babe. I just couldn't take it."

She put a hand on his forehead and sighed. "Whatever works, I suppose. Come on. I'll drive home this time."

()

Goku was dreaming. He was warm and safe, asleep in his own bed...

He's mine!

Like hell. I have first rights!

Vegeta and Trunks faced off, streaking comets of gold against eternal night.

Only one of us will win, father!

Then die, you little fool!

Goku flew inbetween the onrushing saiyans. "NO. STOP THIS NOW!!"

You belong with me!! Trunks shouted.

Dead meat!! Vegeta yelled.

He couldn't stop it. The world turned white as they all exploded...

NOOOOOOOOOO

"Goten, hold him down! I'm going to run a cold shower!"

"Okay, mom! Take it easy, dad!!"

Strong hands holding me? Where am I? Did I die?

"Stop fighting! It's okay..."

I am strong and weak at the same time...

"Okay, bring him in."

Demons. I fight, even in hell...

"Goku, stop it!!"

It's over. Now they'll burn me.

"Got him."

()

Goku blinked dazedly, a scream choking his throat. Icy spray ran down his body even as pairs of hands clamped him into place.

"Nahhh...ahhh...huh..."

"Easy, honey, easy...it's okay now."

Goku tilted his head slightly. Chi Chi was crouched low, cradling him in her arms while Goten pinned his legs in the tub. They were all soaking wet.

The powerful body shivered. "Cc-c-cold." his teeth chattered.

Goten released his father's legs and stood up, reaching for the knobs. "I'll turn it off."

Goku leaned against his wife weakly. "What happened? Weren't we at the amusement park?"

Chi Chi rubbed his arms vigorously. "Yes. You had a mild fever and passed out."

The dark eyes blinked slowly. "I see...I was...dreaming, I think."

"Goten, help me lift him."

"Okay."

Goku nodded off. "No...went to fight androids alone."

Goten looked worried as they pulled him from the tub. "Androids?

What's he talking about?!"

"He's hallucinating. Some sleep will do him a world of good."

Goten pulled off Goku's wet clothing as they laid him on the bed. "Maybe dad has one of those summer viruses. I hear it's going around right now."

"Maybe. But he definitely needs bed rest." Chi Chi paused, her eyes widening in surprise. Goku had one major hard on beneath his briefs. Goten noticed it immediately, grinning.

"Uh gee, mom. He's..."

"Don't say it."

()

Trunks was on cloud nine. The previous day's events had him giddy with both delight and fear. He flew around aimlessly in the evening sky.

Kami, I can't believe it. I can love Goku whenever I wish, freely and without constraints.

He frowned briefly. Father is still a concern, but I trust his honor here. I suppose if Goku were my mate I would feel the same way.

A tiny smile lit his lips. Of course who's to say that someday I won't be? Nah, better not get too greedy just yet.

The demi-saiyan did dizzy loops in the sky.

The rut situation concerns me. If it's to happen soon I won't be able to spend time with him for weeks. Damn, I can't stop thinking about Goku. He looked smoking in those black jeans and tank top.

"Maybe I need to cool off. A swim in the lake is just what I need."

Swerving east, he flew away from city limits.

()

Goku woke up swearing. A thousand needles stung his skin and he ached all over.

"Shimatta. I don't need this." he snarled, orienting himself. He was in the spare bedroom.

"Why did she put me in here? I sleep where I want!" the tall saiyan growled as he climbed out of bed. It hurt to stand up.

Goku abruptly purred, a lewd smirk on his face. He looked down at his straining erection underneath red spandex shorts. A jet black tail twitched in agitation.

Perhaps I'll teach the witch a lesson. We'll see how hard she bounces-

Dark eyes went wide suddenly as he sensed a strong ki.

Goku looked out the window at a streaking trail. Hmm, my purple doll. Perhaps this night will be interesting after all.

He closed his eyes briefly to check on his mate. A wicked smile curved his lips. In his mind's eye he saw Vegeta underneath Bulma, his mouth open in sleep.

Goku laughed softly. "Sweet dreams, ouji. Bedtime booty call is always a treat."

Slipping on a shirt and loose training pants, he glided out the

window into the night. Time to stop dreaming, Trunks.

()

Trunks continued to fly in silly spirals. He halted his flight suddenly, seeing a flash.

What was that?! Something went past me...

He looked around, his purple mop flapping in the wind. Weird.

Smiling to himself he continued on. Must be imagining things. All

this thinking about Goku's got my head turned around...

Something slapped his backside and vanished in another flash.

Startled and angry, Trunks paused again, spinning around.

"What the hell?!"

Gentle laughter echoed across his mind.

Trunks hung suspended in shock. I know that laugh!

The demi-saiyan suddenly found his arms full of burly saiyan. The sudden weight made them both drop.

"HEY!!!" Trunks shouted as they hurtled earthward. Goku laughed again, levitating them both to a stop. Sultry dark eyes looked him over lustfully.

"Sexy purple hair."

Trunks flushed in startled amazement. "Goku!! I knew that was you..."

The dark saiyan smirked. "So. Why are you flying around like a drunk?"

Trunks sighed. He pecked the chiseled nose. "Because I am drunk.

Drunk on love!"

"Hai, good liquor."

'What are you doing out here?"

"Checking you out."

Trunks looked at him closely. "You alright? You look a little...heated."

"I'm fine."

The demi-saiyan sniffed. "You wearing body oil or something? It smells nice."

A furry black tail coiled his wrist. "Do you like it?"

Trunks squeezed the thick biceps. "Yeah, it's all spicy."

Black eyes narrowed. "Come." Goku pulled him earthward.

Trunks was breathless. "Where are we going?"

"By the lake!" he abruptly took off. Trunks flashed a grin.

"Okay, I'll chase!" he flew after him.

()

They landed at the shoreline. Goku turned and grabbed Trunks into a full body hug, his tail whipping about wildly. The demi-saiyan took a moment to gather his thoughts. It wasn't easy. Startled, he looked down between them. A tent sized bulge pressed against his groin.

Gods! "Goku! Are you...have you started yet? Tell me!"

Soft growl. "I told you I wouldn't come around for that. Why do you ask!"

"My instincts tell me. Your skin's too hot and you smell like perfume." Trunks grinned slyly. "And then there's this." he reached between them.

"Chikuso!!" Goku swore, jerking at the touch.

Trunks ran his hands over the broad back. "Tell me the truth."

Goku growled, gripping him closely. "I...seem to be starting. I was fine until late yesterday."

Trunks nodded. "You weren't kidding when you mentioned how unpredictable the fever is."

"Hai, there was nothing prior to now."

Blue eyes widened. "Our link didn't-"

"It doesn't have a damn thing to do with it! Get it through your thick skull. I told you my time was close!!"

"Obviously" Trunks was terse. "You're irritable as hell."

"So what!! You would be too with an all day hard on!"

Trunks stroked the thick raven hair. "Easy. What about father? Have you seen him yet?"

Canines flashed. "It's not time yet. That isn't why I'm here, Trunks!"

Smooth hands stroked his cheek. "I know. Can you control yourself?"

The dark saiyan calmed. "Of course. Despite appearances I'm not a raving maniac."

"You're getting there."

Goku curved a smile. "Good point."

Trunks felt his pulse skyrocket as Goku's musk overwhelmed his senses. "I love you so much, Goku" he glided his lips over the hot mouth.

/Purple doll. So beautiful./

Trunks pushed back, blushing. "What did you call me?"

Goku pulled him into another kiss. "My precious one. Flower."

Trunks felt his skin tingle. /Oh!/

The dark saiyan literally dragged him across a small meadow to some shrubs. Goku pushed him up against a tree.

Trunks closed his eyes, catching his breath. "Gods, I want you so bad. When you saw me flying I was thinking..."

Throaty purr. "What?"

"You looked so good yesterday I wanted to take you on the kitchen table."

Goku grinned wickedly. "It would have been crowded. Vegeta wanted the other side!"

Trunks cracked a smile. "Freak city!!"

The dark saiyan curled his tongue. "Hai. Now enough talk, Trunks. I want to make love to you." he tossed the other saiyan into the grass.

Trunks looked up through his lashes. "Tough guy." he lifted a leg. "Kinda hard, huh?"

Goku fell on top of him. "Tease."

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Trunks couldn't believe it would be like this. Goku tasted every inch of his skin. The hot tongue lapped his nipples before moving to his armpits, creating a sensory overload he could scarce dream of. He jerked and squirmed against the restraining hands that held his arms over his head.

"G..gods, Goku. Stop it! I can't...can't take it!"

Black eyes like coals watched him as he licked. These are so soft. Hmm, like honey.

Trunks gritted his teeth against the pleasure. Goku's skin was too hot, like flaming velvet taunting every nerve ending. He gazed dazedly as the dark head dipped low, moving downward. Sharp teeth chewed the thatch at his groin.

Trunks arched. He wouldn't last much longer. His cock was heavy against Goku's cheek.

Shimatta, why doesn't he...

Goku played with the rigid cock at his disposal. Tilting his head sideways he curled his tongue around the velvet head, pulling hard.

"Bastard!!" Trunks bounced, nearly gone.

I'll stop then. Goku growled, holding the cock hostage in his throat. He didn't move, watching Trunks. The demi-saiyan broke a sweat, swearing silently.

I'll kill him...

Trunks watched the big body with new awareness as it ground against

his with a quickening pace. The black tail puffed and curled. He's about to blow, too.

"Enough!"

Catching his lover by surprise, Trunks threw the startled saiyan on his back before rolling him over in one smooth motion.

Trunks snarled ferally. Mine this time...

To his surprise the powerful saiyan purred blissfully, looking over his shoulder in open invitation. The thick tail lifted high. Yes?

Seeing that body yield to his touch nearly sent Trunks over the edge.

The demi-saiyan rubbed his draining cock between lush ass cheeks. Goku arched and lifted his hips, wanting more. His tail coiled around his lover's neck, pulling him closer.

Trunks hissed, blood boiling at the sight of the wet flesh rippling underneath him.

Rutting with him would destroy me he thought foggily, pressing into the hot mounds. Goku cried out, moaning his name.

Trunks yelped as he slid in to the hilt, feeling delightful pressure squeeze him in waves. Strong hands gripped the powerful shoulders as Goku leaned forward, his face contorted in raw pleasure.

Trunks thrust in earnest now, hammering into hot muscle. Through a red haze he saw the beautiful saiyan writhe underneath him, growling and snarling in animalistic delight.

Trunks had barely reached underneath his lover to milk him when an explosion seized his senses, ripping the breath from his lungs. A thick flood covered his fist and forearm as Goku wracked below, hips grinding with wild abandon into soft grass. The world dissolved into a kalidescope of insane color and sensation.

Trunks vaguely remembered falling forward before darkness claimed him.

()

'

It was still dark when he opened his eyes, but for a different reason. Thickly scented hair tickled his nose. Trunks blinked, his face nuzzling into the raven mop of his lover. A small smile formed on his lips. I could stay like this forever. He still smells like hot spice.

Trunks shifted a little, feeling pressure pulling his waist. Goku's tail had wound around his back in a loop, holding him in place. His own tail subconsciously wound around a thick leg.

The demi-saiyan lifted his head and watched his love sleep. Goku was smiling contentedly, his head turned sideways. Trunks admired the profile.

Beautiful and strong.

Trunks settled in once more, cuddling. Heat seemed to radiate from the dark saiyan in waves.

Trunks frowned in silence. He's almost too hot...

Carefully he touched the perfect physique. Despite their lovemaking Goku still had a hard on.

I don't believe this! Here I am almost wasted, and he's still packing.

Slowly Trunks rolled off his lover and disentangled the black tail.

I need a quick dip in the lake.

The demi-saiyan eased to a standing position. He swore, feeling weakness run down his legs.

"Huhh" Shimatta, I can barely move he staggered into the cold water. Trunks sank low, submerging his shoulders.

"Ah. Much better" his eyes closed, enjoying the soothing effect on his sore body. He splashed on his back, oblivious to everything.

Had he noticed the eyes on him he would have fled in fear.

()

/I don't remember giving you permission to leave./

Trunks jolted upright in the water. "What?" he stared at the shoreline.

Goku stood in all his glory, snarling with fangs bared. An angry cock stood up against his belly, strained and needy.

Trunks paled. Oh shit. "G-Goku?"

Black eyes sparked with fire as a sable tail lashed in anger. Goku waded into the water with single minded purpose.

Trunks backed up. No! His eyes...I've got trouble.

Goku pressed into him abruptly. "Why did you leave like that?!"

"I didn't go anywhere! I just needed to...cool off."

Dark eyes surveyed him slowly. "Hmm. You'd better not be lying."

Trunks blinked. He's crazy!.

A smirk. "Crazy, am I? You didn't think so earlier."

Trunks swore to himself for forgetting the link. "Listen to me, Goku. Calm down, okay? Just...enjoy the cool water with me."

Goku smirked with suspicion. "Clever, my purple hair. First you leave me and then you want to play. I should break your pretty neck." hands wrapped around Trunks' throat for emphasis. He began to squeeze.

Wild thoughts raced through the demi-saiyan's mind. Gods, he's in rut! His mind is gone. Kuso!! Father, where are you?!"

Trunks pushed back, getting some clearance. "Get...ahold of yourself!!" he hissed.

Goku smiled sharply, his face a feral mask. "I'll get ahold of you instead. Where were you going? Off to be with some other lover?"

Trunks stared, groping for words that would cut through the madness. "Oh?" he feigned defiance. "Where is my mysterious lover, then? Who do you see besides us?!"

Goku loosed his hold, looking around in confusion. "Other? Other what?"

Trunks managed to breathe again. He stroked the strong jaw gently. "Easy, Goku. I'm here with you. No one else."

Dark eyes stopped rolling as sanity returned. Goku blinked as if waking from a dream.

"Trunks? Did I say something here?"

The demi-saiyan swallowed nervously. "No...it was a misunderstanding."

"Oh" Goku looked around and stared down. "Why are we in the lake?"

Trunks counted to three before answering. "We came in to rinse off."

Goku looked up. "I have no idea what time it is. Chi Chi's going to kill me."

"I'm sure she'll understand" Trunks reached down between them. "Let me help you, okay?"

Goku closed his eyes, shivering. "Yes, Trunks. Do what you can."

Trunks leaned into his love, pulling him hard. Goku came almost immediately, jerking into his hand and splattering their bellies.

"Aah. Perfect, my flower."

Trunks pushed him down in the water. "Let the water cool you. Relax."

Goku purred. "I will. Have patience with me, okay?"

The demi-saiyan managed a smile. "Always."

Dark eyes surveyed their surroundings. "Trunks...I know I had an episode. It's not wise for us to be together right now. I couldn't forgive myself if..." the saiyan hung his head abruptly.

Trunks wrapped his arms around, soothing. "You can tell?"

"I never remember what happens, but broken sequences tell me something did."

"Goku...does Chi Chi know about the rut?"

"Of course. It would be impossible to hide that from her."

"But...I don't get it. You go to her, too?"

Goku sighed. He sank down until only his head remained above the surface.

"Yes and no. I let her believe she helps."

"Does she help at all?"

"A little. Unfortunately, she...can't...satisfy me" he had difficulty with the words.

Trunks kissed him softly. "I don't want to get too personal, but...did she ever?"

Soft growl. "What buisness is that of yours?"

Trunks sighed. "I'm...just trying to understand saiyan bonding and mating rituals better. I feel like I'm stumbling along."

"There's no one answer for everybody. My situation isn't yours."

Blue eyes were hard. "Can you answer me?"

"Damn your persistence, Trunks!"

Trunks nodded, making his own conclusion. "It's true, she never did. But you do love her, after a fashion?"

Goku dunked underwater momentarily, shaking his head clear.

"We've been over this. If I answer you will you let it go already?!"

"Of course."

"Your skull's almost as thick as Vegeta's."

Trunks smiled. It was the first information about his father Goku volunteered.

"What can I say?"

"To answer your question, no. But I still married her. There were other things, like companionship and fun. And I managed...until the first rut hit me."

Trunks noticed the change in his face. It was one of fear.

"Hey! What happened?" concern tinged his voice.

Goku was almost shaking at the memory. "I almost killed her. I was terrified, and ran out...there were screams, people running around, and I..." he went blank.

Trunks shook him hard. "Goku!! Come back to me, it's over!!"

The dark head sagged against his shoulder. "I still have nightmares about it." he shuddered.

Trunks stroked the thick neck. "Ssh. You couldn't help it."

"True." the voice was muffled. "Doesn't make the memory any easier to deal with, though."

Trunks tilted his face up. "Well, guess what. Everyone's alive!"

Goku laughed. "Thanks, Trunks."

"Father came to you?"

"We're skirting dangerous territory again."

The demi-saiyan threw his hands up. "Okay, white flag. What, is 'Vegeta' a code word for silence?!"

Goku yawned. He stretched and stood to his full height in the water. "Time to go, Trunks."

Trunks blinked. "Hah? Just like that?"

Goku splashed water on him playfully. "Come on, let's see what you got!"

Trunks laughed, caught up in the mood. He splashed back. "Oh yeah?

Cool off, you big sucker!"

Their play was giddy and lighthearted as they hurled small tidal waves. Eventually they were out of breath, clutching each other and gasping.

Trunks looked up through his sopped mop of hair. "That was fun!"

Goku grinned also. "Hai, lovely purple."

They looked into each other's eyes. Warm wet skin sparked desire as it touched. Smiles faded as lust took control.

Goku pulled Trunks into a crushing hold, his bruising kiss pressed against willing lips. Erotically he rolled their hips together in a slow dance. Slick erections teased each other as they groaned with need.

Trunks pulled up, rasping. He couldn't talk. /Can't believe I got hard so fast../

Goku captured his mouth again. /You can touch my mind through the link, so my reactions become yours to some degree./

"HEY!! Goku, what are you-"

In one swift motion Trunks found himself tossed over a broad shoulder. The dark saiyan headed for the shoreline with his prize.

The demi-saiyan wheezed breathlessly. "Well at least you didn't pull me by the hair."

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Vegeta woke up watching a movie. Recent images of his mate and son danced across his mind in vivid detail. He considered murder as an option.

Shimatta! Curse you, boy!!

He glanced over at Bulma sleeping peacefully. Hn. How in Kami did I end up here with her?

The saiyan prince searched his memory, frowning. I was in the gravity chamber. That's all I remember!

Vegeta sat up and watched Bulma again. Baka! Did I beg for it? A prince never would...

Bulma shifted, turning his way. Blue eyes blinked open.

"Vegeta. Are you okay?"

Her directness startled him. "Ah...woman, why do you ask?"

She gave a tiny smile. "Well, you seemed to be...in 'that way' again."

The prince spluttered. "Explain!"

Bulma sighed. "Don't pretend, okay? We both know you go into heat..."

"Tell me what happened!" he demanded. "I won't ask again."

"Look at you, you're sweating again already. Why don't you take a cold shower?"

"A plague on you, woman!! Must you always answer a question with another question?!"

Bulma gave a saucy smile. "Now, now. Be nice to me and I'll be nice to you."

Vegeta felt his blood pressure explode. "You..." he pounded the bed uselessly. "All right. You win, woman. Just tell me what happened."

"Well, you were in the gravity chamber-"

"I know all that!"

"Don't rush me. Anyway, I checked in on you over the monitor. You have the cutest butt,

so I thought-"

Vegeta covered his eyes. I should just kill everybody.

"-I noticed you didn't look well. Then you kept screaming something-"

"What did I say?!"

"It sounded like someone's name. I couldn't make it out through the steel walls."

Vegeta felt a stab of panic. "Go on."

"You screamed again, so I rushed to kill the extra gravity. When I opened the blast doors you were lying on the floor."

"Was I conscious?"

"Barely. You were ranting and hallucinating about fighting on Namek.

It was strange, though..."

Dark eyes fixed on her. "What was strange!"

Bulma shook her head. "You said something about riding in a space pod and having dinner with wine. It was wild...you got the biggest smile on your face. Then you started singing!"

Vegeta turned beet red. "I...ah...uh...what??"

Bulma poked a finger at him, teasing. "Why, Vegeta. What on earth happened in that pod? You get some red hot nookie?!"

The prince flushed, found his voice. "Nonsense! I didn't smile, and I didn't sing!!"

"Oh yes, you did. We thought you'd never stop howling."

"What...do you mean, 'we'?"

"Dad was there and heard you too. He joked that men only holler like that on their honeymoon."

Vegeta was nearly purple. "Chikuso! The prince of saiyans doesn't sing!!"

"Anyway, it was clear you had a pretty bad fever. We took you upstairs to let you rest."

Vegeta heaved. Kuso, I'm burning up. "What else?"

"You came here and woke me up. I could see you were still fevered and incoherent. You asked to stay with me."

Vegeta's eyes went wide. No. I begged her? I don't believe it!

"I...see."

"Your hands are trembling."

The saiyan prince stared at his arms. They were definitely shaking. He fell back against the pillows in exhaustion.

It's getting close for me. And I know Kakarot had another seizure as well.

A slender hand felt his forehead. "Try to get some sleep, Vegeta. If your fever doesn't ease up I'll get some cold compresses."

He closed his eyes wearily. "That would be appreciated."

Soft giggle. "I sure would like to know what happened in that pod, though. Anyone that could make you sing must really be something else!"

Dark eyes snapped open on her. "Let it go, woman!" he growled. Invisible needles stabbed his skin. He rolled over to squash an erection.

"You never sang with me, Vegeta. But someone else sure rocked your world!" the feminine voice taunted again, snickering.

"I don't sing!!" he yelled again. The outburst was costly, making his head throb.

Bulma giggled once more before turning over. "Sure. I'll get a tape recorder next time."

Vegeta didn't respond further. Kami, I'm going mad. I lie here burning, my mate is with my stupid son, and the witch taunts my sweetest memory. Kuso, life is a madhouse.

The saiyan prince forced himself to a troubled sleep.

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