Hey hey...this is my first fic so don't be too hard...reviews would be nice!
I don't own DB, DBZ, or DBGT or anything related to it. Warning: Yaoi (male x male relationship). I've warned you! Trunks is the future/teenager version in this fic. This takes place right after the Cell saga. Also, Vegeta fans, you'll see he is not harsh and characteristically rude to Trunks; he's like that to everyone else, but I thought he should be compassionate to Trunks, so I made him that way. Sorry if you like the prideful Vegeta, but this is how I've always thought he should be towards Trunks. Not quite Goku kind; a bit less than that. Also, I switch every now and then from calling Future Trunks Mirai and Trunks. They mean the same person. Chibi is meant for the Trunks of the regular timeline.
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~Sudden ruffle of sheets..~ Mirai woke up again for the third time in a week in the middle of the night. Kami, he thought, what's wrong with me? Beads of sweat covered his body; he felt he was in an oven, even though he was only wearing boxers with no sheets covering him. Mirai felt his long, lavender hair that touched the canyons of his collarbone; the hair was damp, almost soaked. He pulled himself out of his bed and downstairs into the dark kitchen of Capsule Corps; out of the fridge he discovered a carton of milk and snatched it, then walking to the couch.
Mirai had been having nightmares over and over again, ever since he had come back to the timeline which he visited twice before. He would see his mother, alone, and himself returning to his time after Cell had been defeated. To his horror he saw the androids return, although he had just taken care of them! Mirai wouldn't be able to rescue his mother in time, and she would be slaughtered..then he'd wake up, hot and sweaty like he had been in an intense training session for days. He realized just because Dr. Gero's creations were overcome in the past won't change his timeline—and that's when he felt terribly alone. He missed his father immensely—they had made up together and before Trunks left that time Vegeta confessed he cared for him...so Mirai decided he needed to return to the past, where he knew he had people who loved him.
The milk didn't satisfy Mirai at all...he could barely close his eyes, fearing the dream would return to him. He suddenly felt so alone..he could feel the darkness closing in...he so wanted for his father to be there with him, even though Vegeta was only a staircase away. Every time Mirai was around Vegeta, he didn't have a worry in the world—he became a different person; the calm person he used to be. Vegeta's ever present aura, not always visible but definitely present, wrapped over Trunks's body and seemed to lightly massage him, hold him; and he almost felt he would topple over, asleep. But his father wasn't present now, leaving Mirai with a sadness visible in his eyes, face, and even his whole body. The youth's burly, strong muscles and commanding appearance seemed to be lessened.
He finally forced himself to get up, to climb the stairs to the intimidating bed which represented his fears and nightmares..Mirai reached his door, but the open door of his father's room suddenly caught his attention. He knew Bulma wasn't with Vegeta; she had moved into the larger part of Capsule Corps with her parents and Chibi. Vegeta and Bulma had agreed they were not really in love..it really didn't affect Mirai because he never really loved this Bulma—he dearly cared for his real mother in the future. He took this timeline's Vegeta as his father because Mirai never knew his real father..thanks to the androids. So when he finally saw Vegeta in that pink shirt when Trunks first arrived, he immediately felt love for the hard prince. After a time of adjusting to the idea of a son, Vegeta opened up to Mirai. The prince of saiyans actually was very easy on Mirai, more easy on him than Chibi, in fact. It was evident he truly cared for and loved Trunks, and he showed it. Trunks realized this, and it simply exponentially multiplied his affection for his father.
Mirai stood at the doorway to his room for almost five minutes, contemplating the situation. He knew his father wouldn't be mad...but he didn't want Vegeta to think he was a weak baby because Trunks was frightened of some nightmare. Trunks, deciding he'd rather feel miserable and weak than hurt the standing he had with his father currently, passed into his room and reluctantly climbed into bed.
~ From the hallway at dawn, Vegeta studied Mirai asleep in his bed..the mighty prince knew something was bothering his beloved son because he had heard Mirai get up at the same time at night for the past few nights. Vegeta went into the room and sat down on the chair beside his son's bed. He suddenly felt an immediate surge of love for Mirai..Vegeta almost felt a twitch in his crotch. What the hell, he thought. What just happened? Although he knew he shouldn't, Vegeta explored the strange new feeling he had...
Vegeta studied the young body..Trunks was on top of the sheets, laying on his back; Vegeta studied every curve and rise in his son's body. Yes, he thought, he was certainly attractive; Mirai's wide chest, bulging with powerful pectoral muscle, rose and fell as he breathed. Vegeta's eyes traveled to the chiseled abdomen...Kami, he had a glorious stomach, Vegeta thought..his eyes went back to the shoulders and down the arm to the burly biceps, then down to the muscular forearm and back up—Vegeta felt another, harder twitch in his crotch, causing a little pain. His eyes returned to the waist, where Trunks's boxers hung loosely, exposing most of the crotch...the dark eyes continued down brawny legs, where huge quads and calves made their home...Vegeta finally brought his eyes back to himself...he found himself in utter shock as to what he had just done. But, he thought, father and son have been known to love before in Saiyan history..No, his conscience rebelled, stop...Vegeta quickly picked himself up off the chair and out of the room, ashamed.
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Mirai was awoken by the sunlight through the window in his room. He felt a little happier, bathed in sunlight and warm. He hopped out of bed and didn't bother to dress, since it was only Vegeta and he in the apartment. Mirai flipped his hair out of his eyes and almost fell down the stairs because he wanted to be in his idol's presence again..as he ran down he smelled the wonderful scent of breakfast. When he reached the floor, he felt the warm aura sweep over his body, and his thoughts immediately flew from him. He felt carefree and happy..he finally laid eyes on his father, not letting Vegeta know he was downstairs yet.
Trunks saw Vegeta as a god. A beautiful, perfect god. Vegeta was still very muscular from the time he spent in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, so Trunks and he were about the same size...Mirai loved the strong, brawny look, and from what he heard from Vegeta, the prince planned to keep his body that way, which pleased Trunks. At first Vegeta had found his enlarged muscles awkward, but then he got used to them and he never found himself clumsily stumbling or anything; his movements were flowing and glorious.
Mirai continued his gaze at his faultless father; Vegeta was only wearing tight spandex shorts, like always. The shorts complemented Vegeta's giant, muscular thighs well. Mirai's eyes moved to the upper body; his father and he were similar in build. Both had tight chests with incredibly strong pectorals and hard, chiseled abs. Vegeta's arms were a little bigger; his tight biceps couldn't have been more perfect. Trunks gazed at Vegeta's back—strong and muscular, like the rest of his perfect body. Mirai completed his gaze at Vegeta, but to his surprise, his groin tightened slightly..Mirai yelped a little. He thought, This has never happened before...I do love Dad, but in a....more intense way? Mirai put it in the back of his mind and approached Vegeta.
Vegeta was preparing pancakes and bacon when he was touched by a familiar strong hand. "Morning, dad," Trunks said in his tender voice. "Oh, hey," Vegeta answered, turning to face his son. "I hope you're up for pancakes and bacon." "Sure! I'm ravished, as usual.." Mirai replied, his stomach grumbling. Vegeta prepared their plates and brought them to the table. Both of them sat down and ate together. Neither spoke while eating, but saiyans are not accustomed to conversation while eating, so neither felt uncomfortable, either.
"So..." Vegeta finally said, dropping his fork on the plate. "I've noticed you've been getting up late at night lately...what's up?" Vegeta had a genuine look of worry on his face. Mirai, remembering that it might hurt their relationship, hesitated, but he hated to see his father like that. He simply stared at his plate, trying to ignore the silence. "You know you can tell me anything..." Vegeta added in. "Is it a girl or nightmares? If it's the latter, I can relate...I used to have them all the time when I was your age...About Frieza..I was scared out of my mind of him..."
Mirai felt a surge of relief as his father told of his own nightmares..and he marveled at his father's honesty. From what he heard from his mother when he was a child, his father would never express anything secret or emotional. Ever. But this...Trunks felt so incredibly privileged...it just made his love for his father double.
"Yes..." Mirai let go. And it felt so good. "Dad..." he sobbed. "Every night I have the same horrible dream...my mother is killed by the androids and I can never do anything about it...every night I relive what happened..." Vegeta gazed at his son, full of understanding and compassion. He had had dreams like that, never ending, recurring dreams, but he had no father to help him...no one who really cared for him. Vegeta's eyes began to swell, but that is one thing he refused to do: cry in front of his son.
"Trunks.." Vegeta tried to comfort him. "I won't let those nightmares bother you any longer...trust me...you'll see." With his father's reassurance Trunks's spirits lifted immediately. In response Mirai simply nodded to Vegeta, smiling. His father smiled back.
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Trunks and Vegeta entered the apartment after a day's intense training in the G. R. Both their bodies were covered in sweat..Mirai hadn't even bothered to change from his boxers since he wanted to spend as much time with his father as possible. Vegeta hadn't either, so they both plopped down onto the couch, trying to catch their breath.
"So, you want to take the first shower?" Mirai asked. "Why don't we go to the hot tub outside...that thing Kakkarot loaned me is actually very relaxing.." Vegeta answered. Mirai happily nodded...he knew this would take longer, and he feared of going to sleep because of....what happens.
The two saiyans, after preparing the hot tub, stripped down. Trunks watched his father simply flare his ki and disintegrate the tight spandex..Mirai gazed at the fully exposed Vegeta for a split second before Vegeta raised his head...Trunks again felt a harder pull on his groin..he felt surprised..and remembered what had happened that morning. Mirai had thought about it while training and decided he wouldn't mind his father as his mate; no, he would love it. He quickly realized he needed it, oh so badly. It'd be perfect...he thought. Me and dad...together...forever... He suddenly let his arousal take over him, and he almost convulsed when he remember his father standing before him. What if he doesn't feel the same? I'll have to wait... He remembered the hot tub and quickly shed his loosed boxers.
Vegeta watched as his son took off the already falling underwear...the perfect, youthful body was incredibly exposed...vulnerable. Vegeta gazed at the perfect upper legs and crotch, studying it, and noticed, before Trunks jumped in the tub, that he was....aroused? Could it be? He...loves me that way? Like I love him? I've always known Trunks has adored me but...this? Vegeta realized they both felt the same way...they both needed it...Suddenly Vegeta remembered the divine body and his whole middle painfully jerked. He quickly jumped in beside Trunks.
The hot tub was incredibly relaxing...both men playfully splashed each other and dunked one another until they were completely drained. They both got out of the tub and draped towels around their bodies, both wishing they would go without the obstructing blanket so as to adore one another. Trunks lethargically trekked the stairs, dreading the night away from his father, maybe, someday, his mate... Trunks could no longer fight the temptation to sleep. His eyes were closing, and he knew once they did they wouldn't open until he had the dream. He thought of his love for his father...the deeper love he had acquired just that day, so fast; but he knew it was right. He wanted to be with him forever...Mirai almost threw a ki blast when his father came in.
"Trunks...do you want to sleep with me for the next few nights? It'll help you with your nightmares, I think..." Vegeta suggested. Mirai felt like he was going to explode with joy...you bet it'll help me! He said to himself. He quickly answered, "Sure!" Vegeta had sensed the sudden burst in his son's energy; That proves it...he thought to himself. Oh, that makes me feel great...Someone to love me back...Genuinely love me...Vegeta thought. He was so relieved...he hadn't realized he loved Trunks so much, but once he thought about his son leaving someday, he couldn't bear it.
The two saiyans entered Vegeta's room, Vegeta wearing only sweat pants and Trunks another pair of boxers. Vegeta laid down on the large bed, and Mirai gleefully followed, laying on his stomach and on top of Vegeta. The prince embraced his son by draping his burly arm over Trunks's extremely muscular back. Trunks wrapped his right, muscular arm around Vegeta's waist and laid his other on his father's tightly chiseled abdomen. Mirai snugly laid his head on Vegeta's tight, amazingly hard chest, finding a small crack for his nose in between the two pectorals. Vegeta could feel Mirai's giant erection on the side of his thigh; Mirai enjoyed his father's incredibly hard erection in his tight abs. Both saiyans couldn't have been more happier...
Oh, Kami, Vegeta thought, this is better than sex...I'm already at my limit... Vegeta tried as hard as he could to keep from bursting into flames because of his spectacularly hard arousal..he had never felt anything like it.
This is it...Mirai thought. This is what I've wanted all this time...what I've needed...as far as I'm concerned sex isn't necessary for what we have right now...sex couldn't surpass this... Trunks buried his head deeper into his father's barrel chest, and Vegeta's arousal only increased. Trunks's doubled. Both fell to sleep, enjoying, loving each other's presence more than anything.
~ Alrighty...that's the first one. Probly only a couple chapters left..yeah, a short one. If the reviews are good I might go further. Don't we wish sex wasn't necessary? Haha..please review...chap. 2's on the way!
I don't own DB, DBZ, or DBGT or anything related to it. Warning: Yaoi (male x male relationship). I've warned you! Trunks is the future/teenager version in this fic. This takes place right after the Cell saga. Also, Vegeta fans, you'll see he is not harsh and characteristically rude to Trunks; he's like that to everyone else, but I thought he should be compassionate to Trunks, so I made him that way. Sorry if you like the prideful Vegeta, but this is how I've always thought he should be towards Trunks. Not quite Goku kind; a bit less than that. Also, I switch every now and then from calling Future Trunks Mirai and Trunks. They mean the same person. Chibi is meant for the Trunks of the regular timeline.
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~Sudden ruffle of sheets..~ Mirai woke up again for the third time in a week in the middle of the night. Kami, he thought, what's wrong with me? Beads of sweat covered his body; he felt he was in an oven, even though he was only wearing boxers with no sheets covering him. Mirai felt his long, lavender hair that touched the canyons of his collarbone; the hair was damp, almost soaked. He pulled himself out of his bed and downstairs into the dark kitchen of Capsule Corps; out of the fridge he discovered a carton of milk and snatched it, then walking to the couch.
Mirai had been having nightmares over and over again, ever since he had come back to the timeline which he visited twice before. He would see his mother, alone, and himself returning to his time after Cell had been defeated. To his horror he saw the androids return, although he had just taken care of them! Mirai wouldn't be able to rescue his mother in time, and she would be slaughtered..then he'd wake up, hot and sweaty like he had been in an intense training session for days. He realized just because Dr. Gero's creations were overcome in the past won't change his timeline—and that's when he felt terribly alone. He missed his father immensely—they had made up together and before Trunks left that time Vegeta confessed he cared for him...so Mirai decided he needed to return to the past, where he knew he had people who loved him.
The milk didn't satisfy Mirai at all...he could barely close his eyes, fearing the dream would return to him. He suddenly felt so alone..he could feel the darkness closing in...he so wanted for his father to be there with him, even though Vegeta was only a staircase away. Every time Mirai was around Vegeta, he didn't have a worry in the world—he became a different person; the calm person he used to be. Vegeta's ever present aura, not always visible but definitely present, wrapped over Trunks's body and seemed to lightly massage him, hold him; and he almost felt he would topple over, asleep. But his father wasn't present now, leaving Mirai with a sadness visible in his eyes, face, and even his whole body. The youth's burly, strong muscles and commanding appearance seemed to be lessened.
He finally forced himself to get up, to climb the stairs to the intimidating bed which represented his fears and nightmares..Mirai reached his door, but the open door of his father's room suddenly caught his attention. He knew Bulma wasn't with Vegeta; she had moved into the larger part of Capsule Corps with her parents and Chibi. Vegeta and Bulma had agreed they were not really in love..it really didn't affect Mirai because he never really loved this Bulma—he dearly cared for his real mother in the future. He took this timeline's Vegeta as his father because Mirai never knew his real father..thanks to the androids. So when he finally saw Vegeta in that pink shirt when Trunks first arrived, he immediately felt love for the hard prince. After a time of adjusting to the idea of a son, Vegeta opened up to Mirai. The prince of saiyans actually was very easy on Mirai, more easy on him than Chibi, in fact. It was evident he truly cared for and loved Trunks, and he showed it. Trunks realized this, and it simply exponentially multiplied his affection for his father.
Mirai stood at the doorway to his room for almost five minutes, contemplating the situation. He knew his father wouldn't be mad...but he didn't want Vegeta to think he was a weak baby because Trunks was frightened of some nightmare. Trunks, deciding he'd rather feel miserable and weak than hurt the standing he had with his father currently, passed into his room and reluctantly climbed into bed.
~ From the hallway at dawn, Vegeta studied Mirai asleep in his bed..the mighty prince knew something was bothering his beloved son because he had heard Mirai get up at the same time at night for the past few nights. Vegeta went into the room and sat down on the chair beside his son's bed. He suddenly felt an immediate surge of love for Mirai..Vegeta almost felt a twitch in his crotch. What the hell, he thought. What just happened? Although he knew he shouldn't, Vegeta explored the strange new feeling he had...
Vegeta studied the young body..Trunks was on top of the sheets, laying on his back; Vegeta studied every curve and rise in his son's body. Yes, he thought, he was certainly attractive; Mirai's wide chest, bulging with powerful pectoral muscle, rose and fell as he breathed. Vegeta's eyes traveled to the chiseled abdomen...Kami, he had a glorious stomach, Vegeta thought..his eyes went back to the shoulders and down the arm to the burly biceps, then down to the muscular forearm and back up—Vegeta felt another, harder twitch in his crotch, causing a little pain. His eyes returned to the waist, where Trunks's boxers hung loosely, exposing most of the crotch...the dark eyes continued down brawny legs, where huge quads and calves made their home...Vegeta finally brought his eyes back to himself...he found himself in utter shock as to what he had just done. But, he thought, father and son have been known to love before in Saiyan history..No, his conscience rebelled, stop...Vegeta quickly picked himself up off the chair and out of the room, ashamed.
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Mirai was awoken by the sunlight through the window in his room. He felt a little happier, bathed in sunlight and warm. He hopped out of bed and didn't bother to dress, since it was only Vegeta and he in the apartment. Mirai flipped his hair out of his eyes and almost fell down the stairs because he wanted to be in his idol's presence again..as he ran down he smelled the wonderful scent of breakfast. When he reached the floor, he felt the warm aura sweep over his body, and his thoughts immediately flew from him. He felt carefree and happy..he finally laid eyes on his father, not letting Vegeta know he was downstairs yet.
Trunks saw Vegeta as a god. A beautiful, perfect god. Vegeta was still very muscular from the time he spent in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, so Trunks and he were about the same size...Mirai loved the strong, brawny look, and from what he heard from Vegeta, the prince planned to keep his body that way, which pleased Trunks. At first Vegeta had found his enlarged muscles awkward, but then he got used to them and he never found himself clumsily stumbling or anything; his movements were flowing and glorious.
Mirai continued his gaze at his faultless father; Vegeta was only wearing tight spandex shorts, like always. The shorts complemented Vegeta's giant, muscular thighs well. Mirai's eyes moved to the upper body; his father and he were similar in build. Both had tight chests with incredibly strong pectorals and hard, chiseled abs. Vegeta's arms were a little bigger; his tight biceps couldn't have been more perfect. Trunks gazed at Vegeta's back—strong and muscular, like the rest of his perfect body. Mirai completed his gaze at Vegeta, but to his surprise, his groin tightened slightly..Mirai yelped a little. He thought, This has never happened before...I do love Dad, but in a....more intense way? Mirai put it in the back of his mind and approached Vegeta.
Vegeta was preparing pancakes and bacon when he was touched by a familiar strong hand. "Morning, dad," Trunks said in his tender voice. "Oh, hey," Vegeta answered, turning to face his son. "I hope you're up for pancakes and bacon." "Sure! I'm ravished, as usual.." Mirai replied, his stomach grumbling. Vegeta prepared their plates and brought them to the table. Both of them sat down and ate together. Neither spoke while eating, but saiyans are not accustomed to conversation while eating, so neither felt uncomfortable, either.
"So..." Vegeta finally said, dropping his fork on the plate. "I've noticed you've been getting up late at night lately...what's up?" Vegeta had a genuine look of worry on his face. Mirai, remembering that it might hurt their relationship, hesitated, but he hated to see his father like that. He simply stared at his plate, trying to ignore the silence. "You know you can tell me anything..." Vegeta added in. "Is it a girl or nightmares? If it's the latter, I can relate...I used to have them all the time when I was your age...About Frieza..I was scared out of my mind of him..."
Mirai felt a surge of relief as his father told of his own nightmares..and he marveled at his father's honesty. From what he heard from his mother when he was a child, his father would never express anything secret or emotional. Ever. But this...Trunks felt so incredibly privileged...it just made his love for his father double.
"Yes..." Mirai let go. And it felt so good. "Dad..." he sobbed. "Every night I have the same horrible dream...my mother is killed by the androids and I can never do anything about it...every night I relive what happened..." Vegeta gazed at his son, full of understanding and compassion. He had had dreams like that, never ending, recurring dreams, but he had no father to help him...no one who really cared for him. Vegeta's eyes began to swell, but that is one thing he refused to do: cry in front of his son.
"Trunks.." Vegeta tried to comfort him. "I won't let those nightmares bother you any longer...trust me...you'll see." With his father's reassurance Trunks's spirits lifted immediately. In response Mirai simply nodded to Vegeta, smiling. His father smiled back.
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Trunks and Vegeta entered the apartment after a day's intense training in the G. R. Both their bodies were covered in sweat..Mirai hadn't even bothered to change from his boxers since he wanted to spend as much time with his father as possible. Vegeta hadn't either, so they both plopped down onto the couch, trying to catch their breath.
"So, you want to take the first shower?" Mirai asked. "Why don't we go to the hot tub outside...that thing Kakkarot loaned me is actually very relaxing.." Vegeta answered. Mirai happily nodded...he knew this would take longer, and he feared of going to sleep because of....what happens.
The two saiyans, after preparing the hot tub, stripped down. Trunks watched his father simply flare his ki and disintegrate the tight spandex..Mirai gazed at the fully exposed Vegeta for a split second before Vegeta raised his head...Trunks again felt a harder pull on his groin..he felt surprised..and remembered what had happened that morning. Mirai had thought about it while training and decided he wouldn't mind his father as his mate; no, he would love it. He quickly realized he needed it, oh so badly. It'd be perfect...he thought. Me and dad...together...forever... He suddenly let his arousal take over him, and he almost convulsed when he remember his father standing before him. What if he doesn't feel the same? I'll have to wait... He remembered the hot tub and quickly shed his loosed boxers.
Vegeta watched as his son took off the already falling underwear...the perfect, youthful body was incredibly exposed...vulnerable. Vegeta gazed at the perfect upper legs and crotch, studying it, and noticed, before Trunks jumped in the tub, that he was....aroused? Could it be? He...loves me that way? Like I love him? I've always known Trunks has adored me but...this? Vegeta realized they both felt the same way...they both needed it...Suddenly Vegeta remembered the divine body and his whole middle painfully jerked. He quickly jumped in beside Trunks.
The hot tub was incredibly relaxing...both men playfully splashed each other and dunked one another until they were completely drained. They both got out of the tub and draped towels around their bodies, both wishing they would go without the obstructing blanket so as to adore one another. Trunks lethargically trekked the stairs, dreading the night away from his father, maybe, someday, his mate... Trunks could no longer fight the temptation to sleep. His eyes were closing, and he knew once they did they wouldn't open until he had the dream. He thought of his love for his father...the deeper love he had acquired just that day, so fast; but he knew it was right. He wanted to be with him forever...Mirai almost threw a ki blast when his father came in.
"Trunks...do you want to sleep with me for the next few nights? It'll help you with your nightmares, I think..." Vegeta suggested. Mirai felt like he was going to explode with joy...you bet it'll help me! He said to himself. He quickly answered, "Sure!" Vegeta had sensed the sudden burst in his son's energy; That proves it...he thought to himself. Oh, that makes me feel great...Someone to love me back...Genuinely love me...Vegeta thought. He was so relieved...he hadn't realized he loved Trunks so much, but once he thought about his son leaving someday, he couldn't bear it.
The two saiyans entered Vegeta's room, Vegeta wearing only sweat pants and Trunks another pair of boxers. Vegeta laid down on the large bed, and Mirai gleefully followed, laying on his stomach and on top of Vegeta. The prince embraced his son by draping his burly arm over Trunks's extremely muscular back. Trunks wrapped his right, muscular arm around Vegeta's waist and laid his other on his father's tightly chiseled abdomen. Mirai snugly laid his head on Vegeta's tight, amazingly hard chest, finding a small crack for his nose in between the two pectorals. Vegeta could feel Mirai's giant erection on the side of his thigh; Mirai enjoyed his father's incredibly hard erection in his tight abs. Both saiyans couldn't have been more happier...
Oh, Kami, Vegeta thought, this is better than sex...I'm already at my limit... Vegeta tried as hard as he could to keep from bursting into flames because of his spectacularly hard arousal..he had never felt anything like it.
This is it...Mirai thought. This is what I've wanted all this time...what I've needed...as far as I'm concerned sex isn't necessary for what we have right now...sex couldn't surpass this... Trunks buried his head deeper into his father's barrel chest, and Vegeta's arousal only increased. Trunks's doubled. Both fell to sleep, enjoying, loving each other's presence more than anything.
~ Alrighty...that's the first one. Probly only a couple chapters left..yeah, a short one. If the reviews are good I might go further. Don't we wish sex wasn't necessary? Haha..please review...chap. 2's on the way!