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.
Vegeta woke to Mirai's warm breath on his chest; he noticed the rising sun from the large window. The prince didn't want to wake his son, for he was still fast asleep. After stroking his son's long, lavender hair, Vegeta tried to softly move out from under Trunks without starting him, but it didn't work. Mirai raised his head at his father.
"Dad...I love you....if you know what I mean.."
Vegeta thought before he returned the statement...did he want to give himself to his son? He was scared he might emotionally hurt Trunks, but...Vegeta wanted Mirai so badly. Without thinking twice, Vegeta replied.
"I know...And I do you." Vegeta smiled and walked off to the bathroom. Trunks let his head rest again, and he fell off to sleep.
Mirai suddenly woke once more, realizing he had slept most of the day away. All the sleep I lost from that nightmare must have caught up with me, he thought. He glanced at the clock.. "Four o'clock!" he said to himself, shocked he slept so late. He knew he had probably missed a training session, and he wanted to train with his father..or rather, his lover.
He quickly slipped on a muscle shirt and sweat pants while he bounded down the stairs. He stopped short when he heard voices talking...
"Vegeta...please...it could be so good...I promise I'd take care of you..." Trunks immediately recognized the voice...but what would Goku be doing here? Trunks thought. And why was he asking THAT sort of question...to my father?
"No," Vegeta said sternly. "Get far away from here. Now!" Trunks never heard anyone move, but he did hear a ki blast charging. After that the sound of someone flying off quickly came to his ears. Trunks nonchalantly entered the living room where Vegeta was shutting the door.
"Dad...who was that?"
"Oh...Kakkarot. Did you hear us?" Vegeta asked, almost panicking.
"Well...not all of it...just at the end. What was he talking about?"
"Oh...nevermind that. Come, let's go train." Vegeta said lowly. He could never tell Mirai about that...but he did allow himself to remember...which wasn't a good idea.
Flashback to after saiyan saga
Vegeta was ready for when that third class idiot came rolling in. What a relationship this turned out to be...he thought. And I can't even get myself out of it...Even if I run he finds me...
When he heard the door open from the outside leading into the cabin Goku had in the woods, all Vegeta's confidence left him. He knew what was coming, and he could do nothing to stop it, but that didn't mean he never tried. No, he tried all the time. And he wasn't going to stop trying tonight.
The drunk saiyan found his way to Vegeta in the back room; the prince immediately threw a ki blast in Goku's face. After the smoke cleared, Vegeta could see no damage had been done, which he was not surprised of.
"Mmmm.." Goku finally talked. "Fiesty tonight, eh?"
"This is the last night you'll be seeing me, you asshole," Vegeta retorted, a little bit of fear in his voice and eyes. He knew Goku could easily overtake him, but...he just couldn't let this go on. Soon Vegeta truly would be broken if he didn't do anything about it.
Vegeta looked closely at Goku. Yes, he certainly was drunk. Eyes bloodshot, clumsiness, etc. All the signs were there, and most of Goku's shirt had been ripped off, revealing his huge chest bulging with taut muscle and rolling abdominal muscles. Vegeta knew those muscles contained power much greater than his...Vegeta was very thin and small because of Goku's...habits.
Vegeta suddenly launched at Goku, fist first. Even in his drunken state, Goku could fight, for he grabbed Vegeta's hand and crushed it. Hard. Vegeta cried out in pain, and he knew Goku was about to do it. The prince felt a kick to his stomach; he coughed blood.
"Damaged goods," Goku drawled out. "Ah well, you'll still do."
Goku turned Vegeta over and made sure he wouldn't move with a flurry of bone-crunching punches and kicks. Vegeta knew he could do nothing now...just wait 'til it's over. Goku quickly ripped all Vegeta's clothing off in one swipe, including the strong armor. He took off his own pants. Vegeta began to tremble, waiting for the real pain to begin. He felt the huge appendage penetrate him, and everytime Goku thrust, Vegeta screamed louder. Soon, Vegeta was unconscious.
He woke several hours later, and Goku was asleep on the bed. Vegeta slowly got up and felt pain cover his body. He had finally concluded he had to return. Frieza couldn't be worse than this bastard, he thought. If he comes near Frieza, my gay, purple master, as much as I hate him, will save my ass by killing this baka.
Vegeta limped outside. What would he use for travel? He couldn't remember where his saiyan pod was. He flew around the nearest city until he found a strange, huge mansion with "Capsule Corp." on it. Hmmm, he thought. Sounds like they might have something. He touched down inside the premises and located something big and round that looked like a space ship. He walked inside and noticed that there was still something to be put in the center of it...he noticed blue prints on the floor labeled "Gravity Adjustment." Oh, he realized. A training device...well I've no time to wait for that to be put in. He walked to the control center.
At about five in the morning a man named Dr. Briefs woke to hear a space ship lifting off from his workshop. He made it outside in time to see it fly into space.
End flashback
Vegeta shivered when he finished his memories; he was training in the G.R. with Trunks, and it wasn't a very good time to reminisce. He caught Mirai's punch and, from his rage of Goku, landed one on Trunks that sent him to the ground, putting him six feet under, in fact. Vegeta, dripping of sweat, touched down and helped Trunks out.
"Sorry about that," Vegeta was almost laughing.
"Ha ha," Trunks said sarcastically. "Now I can't move. Just get me to a rejuvenation tank."
"All right, all right," Vegeta answered as he lifted Mirai out of the hole. The landing had ripped off most of his clothes, and he was covered in deep scratches. Vegeta carried him to the recovery room and placed him in a tank. He quickly activated it for minor injuries, and it filled up with the healing liquid. Vegeta walked out of the room, very tired.
Vegeta turned on the shower, letting warm water cover his bare body. Would he ever tell Mirai about...Goku? No, he thought, he can't know. Kakkarot probably won't come back here again, so there is no reason he should know. Besides...he's happy. I can't ruin that.
Vegeta turned the shower off and dried himself. He only put on some sweat pants and walked to the kitchen. He met Mirai, looking well recovered. Vegeta noticed Trunks was only in a very loose towel, and the prince thought the towel should be a lot lower, maybe even off the body completely...he smiled at the thought.
"So...feeling better?" Vegeta asked.
"Much..." Trunks said quietly. He was too indulged in gazing at Vegeta.
"Um..." Vegeta felt Mirai's eyes feasting on him. He knew they both wanted to retire upstairs, so he decided he would go first. "I'm beat...I think I'll go up."
"Yeah, I'll be up in a sec," Mirai answered, smiling. He watched Vegeta walk up the stairs, and he finished his drink, then followed.
Vegeta was already laying on the bed when Mirai arrived. Trunks crawled on top of Vegeta and laid on top of him, his face searching for the familiar spot on Vegeta's firm chest. The prince ripped off Trunks's towel with his tail, but Vegeta still had on sweat pants. Before resting on his father's chest, Trunks noticed Vegeta's crotch. Kami! He thought. Vegeta's arousal was practically ripping through the material. Trunks saw it retract, then burst through the fabric. The young saiyan found it irresistible and let his head meet it. Vegeta felt hot moisture surround his arousal, and he relished in it. A warm appendage massaged it and teasingly touched it.
Vegeta turned over with Trunks and spread his knees over Mirai's legs. He looked at Trunks's arousal and knew he had never seen anything like it. It was convulsing and practically doubling in size by the second.
"It's my turn, now," Vegeta said. Trunks knew his father was much more "talented" than he and got ready for the blowjob of his life, but a different sensation came around his appendage. A furry, long tail wrapped around it, and Trunks almost squealed with delight. The fur made it grow even faster, and Trunks moaned in pleasure. Vegeta suddenly strengthened his grip on Trunks's arousal, and Mirai moaned louder. Vegeta continued to tease him in little grabs until he finally grabbed extremely hard and for very long. Trunks screamed in pleasure and finally removed his father from his crotch, grabbing him down. The two saiyans became infatuated with each other and exchanged mad pecks and kisses, large red marks trailing in each other's wake. Vegeta traveled across Mirai's huge pectorals, from west to east. Vegeta tugged on every taut muscle there, and then finished with a very firm grasp on the nipples. Mirai howled in delight.
Trunks moved up and down Vegeta's abs; Trunks marveled at how chiseled they were, for they dipped and rolled much more that his own did. He reached every corner with his teeth and lips and moved up the arms to the gargantuan bicep. He felt his father's bicep flex when he moved and Mirai loved it. He moved to his father's very thick, strong neck and bit hard. Vegeta yelled from intense, erotic pleasure. Trunks became too weak and incredibly pleasured from his father's intense love and fell backwards onto the bed. Vegeta saw and fell on top of his son, wrapping his arms covered in raw, huge muscle around him. Mirai felt Vegeta's arms cover him and relaxed, knowing he was in the safest place in the world. Vegeta pulled his son closer and laid his head by Mirai's. Both felt each other's erections throbbing in delight until each fell asleep.
Trunks watched his mother die, and he could do nothing because of the hole 17 had put in his chest. He watched 18 approach him, finger charging a small blast that he knew would penetrate his skin and burst his heart...but then he saw a large hand in a white glove grab her head and crush it. The robotic body fell to the floor, immobilized. Mirai looked up to see his father with spiky, golden hair and intense power. The aura swept over Mirai, and his injury miraculously healed. Vegeta held out a hand, and Trunks grabbed it, feeling his father's strong grip pull him to his feet. 17 was standing with his mouth wide open; then Vegeta destroyed the babbling android in one blast.
Trunks woke in a start but didn't move so as not to wake Vegeta. So...he thought, I might have the nightmare...but my knight in shining armor will be there...He smiled at his father and remembered something else. He thought, When we were awake and enjoying each other, his power rose so much...I felt he was about to reach another level...Does he love me that much? Or is it just the pleasure?
Listening to Vegeta's steady breathing, Trunks fell asleep, still thinking about his father.
Well everyone, there's the second chapter. Sorry for the wait, and thanks for the reviews! I can't think of anything to write for another chapter; I have the ending for this fic in mind but I don't want to end it so soon. Please review!
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.
Vegeta woke to Mirai's warm breath on his chest; he noticed the rising sun from the large window. The prince didn't want to wake his son, for he was still fast asleep. After stroking his son's long, lavender hair, Vegeta tried to softly move out from under Trunks without starting him, but it didn't work. Mirai raised his head at his father.
"Dad...I love you....if you know what I mean.."
Vegeta thought before he returned the statement...did he want to give himself to his son? He was scared he might emotionally hurt Trunks, but...Vegeta wanted Mirai so badly. Without thinking twice, Vegeta replied.
"I know...And I do you." Vegeta smiled and walked off to the bathroom. Trunks let his head rest again, and he fell off to sleep.
Mirai suddenly woke once more, realizing he had slept most of the day away. All the sleep I lost from that nightmare must have caught up with me, he thought. He glanced at the clock.. "Four o'clock!" he said to himself, shocked he slept so late. He knew he had probably missed a training session, and he wanted to train with his father..or rather, his lover.
He quickly slipped on a muscle shirt and sweat pants while he bounded down the stairs. He stopped short when he heard voices talking...
"Vegeta...please...it could be so good...I promise I'd take care of you..." Trunks immediately recognized the voice...but what would Goku be doing here? Trunks thought. And why was he asking THAT sort of question...to my father?
"No," Vegeta said sternly. "Get far away from here. Now!" Trunks never heard anyone move, but he did hear a ki blast charging. After that the sound of someone flying off quickly came to his ears. Trunks nonchalantly entered the living room where Vegeta was shutting the door.
"Dad...who was that?"
"Oh...Kakkarot. Did you hear us?" Vegeta asked, almost panicking.
"Well...not all of it...just at the end. What was he talking about?"
"Oh...nevermind that. Come, let's go train." Vegeta said lowly. He could never tell Mirai about that...but he did allow himself to remember...which wasn't a good idea.
Flashback to after saiyan saga
Vegeta was ready for when that third class idiot came rolling in. What a relationship this turned out to be...he thought. And I can't even get myself out of it...Even if I run he finds me...
When he heard the door open from the outside leading into the cabin Goku had in the woods, all Vegeta's confidence left him. He knew what was coming, and he could do nothing to stop it, but that didn't mean he never tried. No, he tried all the time. And he wasn't going to stop trying tonight.
The drunk saiyan found his way to Vegeta in the back room; the prince immediately threw a ki blast in Goku's face. After the smoke cleared, Vegeta could see no damage had been done, which he was not surprised of.
"Mmmm.." Goku finally talked. "Fiesty tonight, eh?"
"This is the last night you'll be seeing me, you asshole," Vegeta retorted, a little bit of fear in his voice and eyes. He knew Goku could easily overtake him, but...he just couldn't let this go on. Soon Vegeta truly would be broken if he didn't do anything about it.
Vegeta looked closely at Goku. Yes, he certainly was drunk. Eyes bloodshot, clumsiness, etc. All the signs were there, and most of Goku's shirt had been ripped off, revealing his huge chest bulging with taut muscle and rolling abdominal muscles. Vegeta knew those muscles contained power much greater than his...Vegeta was very thin and small because of Goku's...habits.
Vegeta suddenly launched at Goku, fist first. Even in his drunken state, Goku could fight, for he grabbed Vegeta's hand and crushed it. Hard. Vegeta cried out in pain, and he knew Goku was about to do it. The prince felt a kick to his stomach; he coughed blood.
"Damaged goods," Goku drawled out. "Ah well, you'll still do."
Goku turned Vegeta over and made sure he wouldn't move with a flurry of bone-crunching punches and kicks. Vegeta knew he could do nothing now...just wait 'til it's over. Goku quickly ripped all Vegeta's clothing off in one swipe, including the strong armor. He took off his own pants. Vegeta began to tremble, waiting for the real pain to begin. He felt the huge appendage penetrate him, and everytime Goku thrust, Vegeta screamed louder. Soon, Vegeta was unconscious.
He woke several hours later, and Goku was asleep on the bed. Vegeta slowly got up and felt pain cover his body. He had finally concluded he had to return. Frieza couldn't be worse than this bastard, he thought. If he comes near Frieza, my gay, purple master, as much as I hate him, will save my ass by killing this baka.
Vegeta limped outside. What would he use for travel? He couldn't remember where his saiyan pod was. He flew around the nearest city until he found a strange, huge mansion with "Capsule Corp." on it. Hmmm, he thought. Sounds like they might have something. He touched down inside the premises and located something big and round that looked like a space ship. He walked inside and noticed that there was still something to be put in the center of it...he noticed blue prints on the floor labeled "Gravity Adjustment." Oh, he realized. A training device...well I've no time to wait for that to be put in. He walked to the control center.
At about five in the morning a man named Dr. Briefs woke to hear a space ship lifting off from his workshop. He made it outside in time to see it fly into space.
End flashback
Vegeta shivered when he finished his memories; he was training in the G.R. with Trunks, and it wasn't a very good time to reminisce. He caught Mirai's punch and, from his rage of Goku, landed one on Trunks that sent him to the ground, putting him six feet under, in fact. Vegeta, dripping of sweat, touched down and helped Trunks out.
"Sorry about that," Vegeta was almost laughing.
"Ha ha," Trunks said sarcastically. "Now I can't move. Just get me to a rejuvenation tank."
"All right, all right," Vegeta answered as he lifted Mirai out of the hole. The landing had ripped off most of his clothes, and he was covered in deep scratches. Vegeta carried him to the recovery room and placed him in a tank. He quickly activated it for minor injuries, and it filled up with the healing liquid. Vegeta walked out of the room, very tired.
Vegeta turned on the shower, letting warm water cover his bare body. Would he ever tell Mirai about...Goku? No, he thought, he can't know. Kakkarot probably won't come back here again, so there is no reason he should know. Besides...he's happy. I can't ruin that.
Vegeta turned the shower off and dried himself. He only put on some sweat pants and walked to the kitchen. He met Mirai, looking well recovered. Vegeta noticed Trunks was only in a very loose towel, and the prince thought the towel should be a lot lower, maybe even off the body completely...he smiled at the thought.
"So...feeling better?" Vegeta asked.
"Much..." Trunks said quietly. He was too indulged in gazing at Vegeta.
"Um..." Vegeta felt Mirai's eyes feasting on him. He knew they both wanted to retire upstairs, so he decided he would go first. "I'm beat...I think I'll go up."
"Yeah, I'll be up in a sec," Mirai answered, smiling. He watched Vegeta walk up the stairs, and he finished his drink, then followed.
Vegeta was already laying on the bed when Mirai arrived. Trunks crawled on top of Vegeta and laid on top of him, his face searching for the familiar spot on Vegeta's firm chest. The prince ripped off Trunks's towel with his tail, but Vegeta still had on sweat pants. Before resting on his father's chest, Trunks noticed Vegeta's crotch. Kami! He thought. Vegeta's arousal was practically ripping through the material. Trunks saw it retract, then burst through the fabric. The young saiyan found it irresistible and let his head meet it. Vegeta felt hot moisture surround his arousal, and he relished in it. A warm appendage massaged it and teasingly touched it.
Vegeta turned over with Trunks and spread his knees over Mirai's legs. He looked at Trunks's arousal and knew he had never seen anything like it. It was convulsing and practically doubling in size by the second.
"It's my turn, now," Vegeta said. Trunks knew his father was much more "talented" than he and got ready for the blowjob of his life, but a different sensation came around his appendage. A furry, long tail wrapped around it, and Trunks almost squealed with delight. The fur made it grow even faster, and Trunks moaned in pleasure. Vegeta suddenly strengthened his grip on Trunks's arousal, and Mirai moaned louder. Vegeta continued to tease him in little grabs until he finally grabbed extremely hard and for very long. Trunks screamed in pleasure and finally removed his father from his crotch, grabbing him down. The two saiyans became infatuated with each other and exchanged mad pecks and kisses, large red marks trailing in each other's wake. Vegeta traveled across Mirai's huge pectorals, from west to east. Vegeta tugged on every taut muscle there, and then finished with a very firm grasp on the nipples. Mirai howled in delight.
Trunks moved up and down Vegeta's abs; Trunks marveled at how chiseled they were, for they dipped and rolled much more that his own did. He reached every corner with his teeth and lips and moved up the arms to the gargantuan bicep. He felt his father's bicep flex when he moved and Mirai loved it. He moved to his father's very thick, strong neck and bit hard. Vegeta yelled from intense, erotic pleasure. Trunks became too weak and incredibly pleasured from his father's intense love and fell backwards onto the bed. Vegeta saw and fell on top of his son, wrapping his arms covered in raw, huge muscle around him. Mirai felt Vegeta's arms cover him and relaxed, knowing he was in the safest place in the world. Vegeta pulled his son closer and laid his head by Mirai's. Both felt each other's erections throbbing in delight until each fell asleep.
Trunks watched his mother die, and he could do nothing because of the hole 17 had put in his chest. He watched 18 approach him, finger charging a small blast that he knew would penetrate his skin and burst his heart...but then he saw a large hand in a white glove grab her head and crush it. The robotic body fell to the floor, immobilized. Mirai looked up to see his father with spiky, golden hair and intense power. The aura swept over Mirai, and his injury miraculously healed. Vegeta held out a hand, and Trunks grabbed it, feeling his father's strong grip pull him to his feet. 17 was standing with his mouth wide open; then Vegeta destroyed the babbling android in one blast.
Trunks woke in a start but didn't move so as not to wake Vegeta. So...he thought, I might have the nightmare...but my knight in shining armor will be there...He smiled at his father and remembered something else. He thought, When we were awake and enjoying each other, his power rose so much...I felt he was about to reach another level...Does he love me that much? Or is it just the pleasure?
Listening to Vegeta's steady breathing, Trunks fell asleep, still thinking about his father.
Well everyone, there's the second chapter. Sorry for the wait, and thanks for the reviews! I can't think of anything to write for another chapter; I have the ending for this fic in mind but I don't want to end it so soon. Please review!