Never Again
By: Freewater
Ratings: R Male/Male relationships in this story, you have been warned
Warnings: I would have to say a lot of angst, mentions of rape.
Disclaimers: I don NOT own these characters, nor do I claim to. This story was made for the hell of it without profit.
Pairings: YAOI! Gh-Tr
Notes: These things here ooooo are for a change in time, scenery or character. And this will also be an Alternate Universe fic. Pan was never born to Videl.
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Vegeta had never been a patient man, and there were some things in the world that simply waiting for could drive even the most calm of Saiyans insane.
He was waiting for that idiot brat of Kakkarot's to get back and let him in how the discussion with his own stubborn brat had gone.
To try and take his mind off of the wait, he did the only thing he ever really did to pass the time when there was nothing else to do on the mud ball the locals called earth. He locked himself in his gravity room and trained.
'It's been too long.' He thought to himself, blasting another small robot that had made an attempt to slice his arm off. 'One of them should have returned by now.' He then jumped into the air, sending a Big Bang attack down towards the remaining robots whom were making an attempt to shoot him.
Landing gracefully on his feet amongst the rubble and ruined pieces of metal, he couldn't help but sigh softly as he grabbed a towel. Throwing it over his sweating shoulders and deciding that for the moment, he'd had enough.
He wanted to check on his boy and make sure that nothing stupid had happened with Gohan. Like a fight or something idiotic like that.
Although, if something did happen, he knew he wouldn't be able to blame his son for it.
Being raped and having a claim forced on you was quite a thing to go through, and yet, because of how it had happened with blood moon, Vegeta would sometimes find himself a bit confused as to who he should be sympathizing with more.
He knew perfectly well what his boy had gone through that night. Being a slave to Frieza would do that, but the difference was that Frieza wasn't a Saiyan, and that no matter how many times he would degrade and humiliate him in such a fashion, he could never turn him into his life partner.
The Saiyan had to make the bite in order to do something like that, even in bonds that didn't involve the same race.
He would forever be thankful of that, but that fact remained that his boy was bitten and claimed, so that left them stuck together. No matter how much his stubborn brat would try to deny it.
Vegeta was only concerned for him. Trunks had separated himself from his mate for close to ten years, and that was never healthy. With blood moon coming again, he wasn't even sure of what would happen the next time around, and he just didn't want to see his boy hurt again.
It was bad enough the last time.
He would never forget that day. The day he failed his only son when he needed him the most. If only he knew that blood moon would appear on earth, if only he were strong enough to hold those two brats back.
If only...
He cared a great deal for his grandchild. More than he would ever admit, but the way she was conceived was just plain wrong. It should never of happened that way.
The thing that tore at him the most, was the way he found them. Both unconscious and covered with blood in that small clearing in the middle of the woods.
His son's blood.
If anything, they were lucky that the blood hadn't attracted any predators while they slept. Though, what small amount of luck they were given that night, was outweighed by what had taken place to begin with.
It didn't take a man with the intelligence of ten Bulma's to figure out the suffering that had taken place.
Kakkarot's brat was still inside him even, indicating that his boy had passed out from all the pain inflicted upon him, and how the older half saiyan had continued on until he was finished with him regardless of that fact.
Snarling furiously at the sight, the first thing he did was march over before taking a fistful of Gohan's hair and yanking him off. Throwing him to where he roughly smashed into a large tree, but he didn't even stir.
Vegeta then looked down at his son to inspect the damage, hardly able to recognize him with all the blood, cuts and bruises covering his entire body and soaking his normally healthy looking hair. It was him though. There was no mistaking it.
What affected him the most, was the unfortunate bite mark on his neck. Bleeding freely yet not enough to endanger his life. Vegeta clenched his eyes shut at the sight of it, holding back a string of foul curses.
His son had been claimed by a man he was now sure to hate. There was nothing worse than that.
The Saiyan prince looked around for any evidence of their clothes, but found that they were all torn into unusable shreds. With nothing else to use to spare his boy some of his dignity, and also to keep him warm since he'd started to shiver without Gohan's body heat, Vegeta removed his shirt. Tearing it down the seam and wrapping it around Trunks' waist before gently lifting him into his arms.
It was best to get him to his mother. She would have a better idea of how to take care of him.
During the flight back to Capsule Corp, Trunks had jerked awake. Looking around fearfully and having no clue as to his whereabouts until he heard his father's voice. Shushing him and commanding him to keep still since they were in the air.
Knowing that he was finally safe with his father, Trunks began to miserably sob, not even making an effort in holding it back with how completely betrayed he felt.
It had all happened so fast. His best friend and Gohan had attacked him completely out of nowhere, and Gohan brutally raped him for no apparent reason. "Why'd he do that tousan?" He cried weakly, feeling sick to his stomach and aching all over as the memories of his horrific night came pounding back into his head. Tears streaming evenly down his cheeks and blurring his vision.
Vegeta didn't berate him for his show of weakness, knowing first hand the pain he was going through due to what he'd personally gone through by Frieza's hands, so he simply let the boy cry out his pain.
"I'm not sure." He lied softly, deciding it would be better to explain to him the complex details of the blood moon when he was in a better state of mind.
Thinking it best that he sleep and rest rather than let the events of the night before play over in his head, Vegeta gently reached his hand around to the side of his neck that hadn't been bitten, and pressed against the spot that would knock him unconscious again.
Hopefully he would have all the answers for him when he woke up next.
Bulma had been eagerly waiting for him when he returned, and the sight of her son in her husband's arms nearly caused her to faint, but she thankfully managed to hold herself in check long enough to put him in a soft bed, clean him up, and have him examined for any internal injuries.
What she found did make her faint.
Her son was pregnant.
Vegeta had a lot of explaining to do that day.
"But how can he even get pregnant?! He's a young man!" Bulma shrieked after waking up, outside her son's room where he still lay sleeping.
"It's a saiyan thing. Under blood moon the submissive of the two can become pregnant." There was no sarcasm or annoyance in his voice when he explained the situation to his wife. Only patience and understanding. Which, while new and somewhat of a shock, did nothing to ease Bulma's hysteria.
Unknown to the both of them, Trunks had woken up at the sound of his mother's high pitched shrieks, and he couldn't help but listen in slight confusion to what they were talking about.
"My baby's still a baby! He can't be a parent!" Bulma all but wailed.
Trunks' brow furrowed when he heard that. They couldn't be talking about him, but the word "he" and "my baby" implied that they were. He remained completely in the dark as to what was going on for next little while until they came in and managed to explain the whole mess to him. Because he was still a virgin.
...Or at least, was a virgin before Gohan, so he knew for a fact that he didn't end up knocking up some girl.
When he did find out, he didn't believe them for obvious reasons. Thinking they were playing a cruel joke on him and not appreciating it one bit until his father sat down with him and explained how the saiyan anatomy truly worked.
Almost every saiyan was born with internal female organs, that would usually come to life under a blood moon. Basically for survival purposes in case of war or disease. When that happened, the saiyan who had yet to chose a mate and whose female organs did not become active usually ended up being the dominant one, and would go out in search of another saiyan to bare his children.
Because this had been going on since the dawn of the first saiyans, and even before it was medically possible to carry the child without getting killed as an end result, the submissive saiyans were always in the right of mind to choose whether they wanted to carry the child and die during the childbirth, or attempt to runaway and spare their lives until the next blood moon.
Trunks made an attempt to run, but failed. Fortunately for him though, he lived in a time when having a child born by having a caesarean section was both common and safe.
He didn't feel so fortunate though. In fact, Trunks was pretty miserable almost throughout the whole of his pregnancy.
The only thing he did enjoy about it, was the fact that he could get away with eating ten tubs of vanilla walnut ice cream everyday, and didn't have to train in the gravity room as much due to his condition.
Not that he would ever admit to that though.
Vegeta sighed at all the memories, rubbing at his eyes tiredly as he opened the door and stepped out of his GR room.
Hopefully nothing as severe as that would happen again, but still, what was that human saying? Better safe than sorry?
Yes, that was it. Better safe than sorry.
Removing his hand from his eyes, he opened them wide, fully expecting to see the grey sky still filled with rain clouds from earlier in the day. Instead, a large fading red moon greeted him. Almost laughing in his face as he stared open mouthed at it as it disappeared into the clouded sky. Leaving now that it had done what it came to do.
It came back on him. While he was carelessly ignoring the world in his GR room no less, it came back.
Instantly taking off into the sky and flying over to the other side of the Capsule Corp compound, where all the business related things happened and were kept, he was quick to locate the window that he knew led to his son's office. Worry pounding through his skull with the thoughts of what could of happened since he knew for a fact that his boy and the brat were near each other when blood moon came back.
All he could do was pray that there was not a repeat performance of what had happened ten years ago. He didn't want to fail his son again.
He was not at all surprised, but still a bit disappointed at the sound of the muffled screaming he heard through the glass.
His spirits sank.
He was too late.
To Be Continued..................................
Thank You's:
Ms. Trunks Briefs
Ahja Reyn: Glad you liked it, as for the user number, I'm not too sure, my guess is that it would be a number for the computer to identify you during searches and stuff, but like I said, I'm not too sure
heha: Trunks will be the one to get pregnant because Gohan was the one doing the screwing ;-)
Lady Sakura Chan: It would be interesting, but unfortunately won't happen (cries)
KitsuneAkai13: You're right, Trunks won't like it
Princess Kateena