Chapter 8 – Saiyans
A bright light hits Mirai Trunks' eyes. Before he knows what happens, Vegeta's gruff voice says: "Wake up, brat. We're going to have some fun." Mirai stumbles outside and gasps as he sees where they have landed. A sandy, rocky planet. The plains beneath them are crawling with fighting creatures. One army is humanoid, the other consist of big bug-like creatures. They look like giant scorpions.
Vegeta playfully punches his shoulder.
'Those bug-things are the defenders of this planet, their home world. The others are invaders who want to annihilate them so they can sell this planet to the highest bidder. Sounds familiar?'
"That's what you used to do…" Mirai whispers. He looks at Vegeta and sees pain in his eyes.
'Frieza made me do that. But now I'm a free Saiyan, and I say we help those bugs. Are you in?' He looks at Mirai Trunks expectantly.
A feral grin flashes on Trunks' face. "Are you kidding? I'll lead the way!" He plunges down onto the battlefield, closely followed by Vegeta. Like a thunderstorm from hell they sweep through the enemy lines. The surprise effect doesn't work long though. Soon they need to power up to keep up with the invaders.
'You could have told me they were strong,' Trunks thinks mockingly.
'I recall you were here for a challenge?' Vegeta replies smugly. 'I'd rather see you kill them than Kakarot and his brats.'
Trunks grins. 'This is better fun indeed.'
'How so?' Vegeta asks curiously.
'There's more to kill.' Trunks' thought enters Vegeta's mind very clearly, like a sharp blade. Vegeta can sense that Trunks is enjoying himself. He smiles briefly and then continues fighting. This is exactly what Trunks needed.
Suddenly, the ground starts to shake. Something has been tunneling towards the battlefield and is about to resurface.
"Kuso," Vegeta curses. "Nuclear beam cannon."
"I take it that is a bad thing?" Trunks remarks in wise guy manner.
"It'll wipe out the bugs. We need to stop it."
"Shouldn't be too hard." Trunks is already on his way to the cannon. Then Vegeta calls him back telepathically.
'Baka! You can't just destroy such a weapon! It's far more advanced than anything you've ever seen on Chikyuu! Stay here and put up an energy shield to protect the bugs. I'll IT that thing out of here.'
Trunks stares at Vegeta dumbfounded. "Damn, you're right. With Instant Transmission, you're way faster than I am. Sorry."
"I'll make you feel sorry if you don't put up that energy shield," Vegeta growls. Then he fazes out.
Trunks puts up a huge energy shield to protect his fellow warriors. The first nuclear wave hits it and Trunks is soon sweating and fighting for air. Maintaining the energy shield is draining his power quickly.
'Damn it Vegeta, hurry up!'
Another wave hits the energy shield. Trunks falls to one knee, trembling all over.
'I can't take any more… VEGETA! DO SOMETHING!'
Then he sees the giant weapon vanish. The energy shield fades into nothing. Trunks falls down, totally drained.
Right before he passes out, he watches how more Saiyans appear on the battlefield. He recognizes Radditz and Toorah. Others appear, their faces unknown. His consciousness gives up on him as he notices a red cape swirling over the battlefield.
King Vegeta has come.
Trunks finds himself enveloped in a divine warmth as he regains his consciousness. He snuggles up to the warm lap he lies in and breathes in deeply. Vegeta's scent comforts him, makes him feel safe. Trunks doesn't want to wake up; he wants to remain in this stage between sleeping and waking. Then a new sensation hits him. Vegeta's strong hands slowly massage his chest muscles. A shivering sigh escapes Trunks' lips. He opens his eyes and sees Vegeta tower over him. As soon as he opens his eyes, the noise hits his ears as if they had been plugged before.
Drums. Grunts. Sounds of fighting… and other sounds that suggest intense physical activity. Trunks notices that he isn't wearing his regular clothes, but some kind of loin cloth that only covers the most private areas of his well-toned body. The other Saiyans are dressed in the same fashion; he figures it must be part of the ritual, whatever kind of ritual they are participating in right now.
"Finally awake, huh?" Vegeta says.
"Nah. I died and went straight to heaven." Trunks smiles to the handsome features hovering over him. Then he grimaces.
"Did I tell you to stop?" he asks, referring to Vegeta's massaging activities.
Vegeta smirks arrogantly and waits a teasing moment before continuing his massage with agonizingly slow movements.
Trunks' eyes fall back as he feels how Vegeta feeds ki into his body at random intervals.
"Uuunhh," he groans. He's getting aroused very fast.
"You did a great job protecting the bugs," Vegeta compliments him. "To be honest, I wasn't sure your ki'd last long enough to sustain the energy shield."
Trunks looks up in surprise. "You weren't sure?"
Vegeta closes his eyes for a moment, searching for the right words. "You have become less powerful since our last fight."
"Hah! I will reach Super Saiyan 3 again, Vegeta. Mark my words." Trunks closes his eyes again, feeling more relaxed than ever.
"Kami damn it, I feel like I'm on drugs… What is this place?"
"It's not the place that makes you feel this way, Trunks. It's your fellow Saiyans. Take a look around." Vegeta's hands pull him up to a sitting position.
Trunks can't help himself and gasps in awe. They are in some sort of giant cave, fires are burning in various fireplaces. There are Saiyans everywhere: some of them talking, most of them mating. The air is thick with pheromones and Trunks feels a shiver run down his spine. He's losing control over the lower regions of his body. In less than a few seconds, he is rock hard. It's only now that he notices Vegeta's arousal as well.
"Welcome to your first Saiyan victory party, whelp."
Vegeta's hands continue to massage his shoulders and neck. He feels how Trunks' tail curls up against his abs, then it settles on his arousal. Vegeta inhales sharply at the sensation, then he smirks.
'Easy, boy. We have all night.'
'Impatience always has been a character flaw of mine.'
Someone else joins their telepathic conversation.
'Impatience is a virtue when you're a Saiyan, Trunks. But so is control, and you seem to lack in that department.' Toorah snickers inside their minds.
"I can tell this is going to be an interesting night indeed." Toorah appears right in front of Trunks and eyes him lustfully.
Vegeta grunts in approval; he doesn't mind his son joining them. Toorah is more experienced than Trunks and from the looks of him, he's more than willing to submit to the lavender haired youngster.
Trunks sends a private message to Vegeta: 'Kami Vegeta, you know I'm technically a virgin and you want to start with a threesome?'
Vegeta doesn't answer this remark and lets his body do the talking for him. He kneels down behind Trunks, his hands roaming the muscular body, his mouth exploring the beautiful neck and shoulders. But he can't help himself when he says: "Stop being such a ningen, Trunks. Tonight, let there be nothing but Saiyans."
Trunks breathes in deeply and his thoughts become hazy. Toorah kneels down in front of Trunks and crushes their mouths together. Trunks' eyes grow wide with the odd sensation, and for a second he panics. But soon the panic is replaced with another feeling that urges him to respond. Pure lust and instinct overrule his mind, his rational thoughts. He parts his lips and welcomes Toorah's tongue into his mouth. Vegeta's arousal rests heavily on his back, Trunks' tail curls up and grabs it, caressing it.
Trunks' hands roam Toorah's body, they feel the muscles, knead them and feed ki into them. Toorah moans into their passionate kiss. Trunks' hands travel lower, until they encounter Toorah's arousal. He starts pumping it firmly, causing more sounds of pleasure to emanate from Toorah's throat.
Vegeta demands more attention by grabbing Trunks' neglected arousal and stroking it slowly but firmly. Trunks' breathing becomes ragged as he tries to thrust into Vegeta's hand. Vegeta however holds him back with his other hand and maintains his agonizing slow stroking.
Trunks looks over his shoulder madly and a snarl erupts from his throat. Vegeta's sweaty face still shows that arrogant smirk that drives him insane with lust… Two fingers enter him unexpectedly, probing into his tight heat. Without Trunks noticing, Toorah's getting onto his hands and knees. When Vegeta pushes Trunks forward, he almost collapses onto Toorah's back. He feels how Vegeta removes his fingers, replacing them with his throbbing arousal.
Trunks gasps in pain and surprise. Sweat rolls down his forehead. Vegeta's hands roam over his back, comforting him, caressing him, feeding more ki into him. Trunks ignores the pain and answers to the greater urge for more, more, more. His hips move forward and then he slams back into Vegeta, impaling himself. Without realizing it, he's screaming Vegeta's name.
Meanwhile, Toorah has positioned himself right in front of Trunks. With every move Trunks makes, his arousal probes into Toorah's opening. Trunk's hands claw into Toorah's back, pulling him closer to him. The moment he buries himself into Toorah, he comes. He pauses for a moment, then continues his frantic thrusting. He is still rock hard and has no intention to stop yet. The feeling of his body being rocked back and forth between the two other warriors, colliding and sliding back, is better than anything he's ever experienced before.
He reaches down to Toorah's arousal and strokes it with ki. His other hand is on Toorah's hip, guiding their movements. Because he uses ki on Toorah, he soon feels semen cover his hand.
'How the hell can Vegeta last so long? No one has that much control.' Trunks stops wondering about Vegeta's ability to postpone his orgasm as he realizes that the wetness dripping down the inside of his thighs is Vegeta's semen.
'You were so busy screaming my name that you didn't notice, brat.' Trunks hears Vegeta chuckle inside his head. 'Are you ready for the grand finale?'
Trunks wasn't ready. Nothing could have ever prepared him for what was going to happen next. He feels their bodies and souls fade into another as they become one. Vegeta guides them into him, devours them both. Low grunts and loud screams are heard when they orgasm simultaneously. The three of them fall forward, limbs entangling. They feverishly try to catch their breath.
'Hell…' Trunks has never felt so satisfied before. Ever.
"If that was hell, I don't want to know what heaven is like," Toorah smiles tiredly.
Vegeta is sprawled on his back, his eyes closed. His face is relaxed; a rare thing to occur in his case. Trunks curls up to his side, dragging Toorah with him. It takes only a few seconds before they fall asleep.