2- Truth or Dare
Writer's POV
Truth or dare; A game where players take it in turn to perform a dare set by the other players, or answer a question truthfully put forth by them. If one were to think of a truth or dare game, one may think of a sleepover party where the dares or truths are simple and not asking a lot of you; maybe one could be dared to walk from the bedroom to the kitchen with a blindfold on, but the 'game' that occurred three months before the Saiyan prince found out he was pregnant was not the kind of game one would find at a sleepover; in fact all truths and dares related back to one particular prince. The only one, so far, that had been seen through was the one Krillin was dared to do, and, although he felt bad about tricking Vegeta like that, he laughed along as he reconciled with the others; Yamcha and Tien, at Kame House.
Although Puar was Yamcha's friend and partner, she, as well as 18, had thought that what they were doing was wrong and refused to join in with the boy's 'Torture Vegeta Truth or Dare' game; Oolong didn't participate, but he listened in to what was happening. As for Master Roshi, he paid no mind to it, not that he knew what was going on, as the three kept to themselves in the upstairs room, the window open to the front; a great view to see the wide, aqua blue ocean.
"No way, you serious?" Yamcha's voice rang through the solitary house, "Wow, to think that he actually believed that!"
"So what exactly did happen?" Tien asked as the laughter quietened down.
"Well, depends; what exactly do you want to know?" Krillin said, smirking, though didn't feel all that happy that he had to tell them.
"Everything!" the other two cried before bursting into laughter again.
"Okay . . ."
Krillin's POV
~Flashback~
I had been watching him all day, nervous and quiet ashamed that I had accepted the dare. Normally, I wouldn't even consider making fun of Vegeta, but a dares a dare, right? I could've pretended that I had done it if I wasn't worried that Yamcha and Tien were keeping an eye on me to make sure I did. I sighed as I touched down beside the Gravity Room, and, hearing the usual hum of the rounded machine and feeling the spikes of energy coming from the person within, I gulped; out of all the dares; why had mine been the hardest. It was cruel what I was dared to do, and I'd give anything to never have done it.
I felt even more nervous as I heard the Gravity Room's engines shut down, kind of glad that Vegeta hadn't worked out so much to have blown it up again, and I flew up, again, to an open window of the floor where his room was; I had already planned on how it would work. Of course, catching him outside could've had curious eyes watching me and I didn't want to involve anyone else or have anybody witness what I would do, so I waited, out of sight, until the time was right.
It didn't really take long for Vegeta to reach his room, though I wished he didn't insist on wearing black, skin-tight shirts, or skin-tight anything for that matter. I blushed as I realised I had been staring at his ass for way too long and was thankful that I was wearing loose clothing. I followed him quietly to his room and slid in behind him into his room before the door was closed. I kept still and out of sight as I watched him dry off the sweat with a towel, almost in awe at how the afternoon sunlight glinted off his well-toned abs before they were wiped away. I shook my head; I couldn't let him faze me, I had 18 and Marron and there was no way I'd give them up for him . . . even if the glow of the sunset made him seem almost irresistible.
I stepped forward and he immediately turned to look at me, his eyes wide in stunned confusion, which soon became a glare.
"What are you doing in here?" he growled.
I didn't answer him; instead I pushed him back so that he was sitting on his bed. His eyes narrowed and before he could say anything else, I kissed him. His expression, when I pulled away, said it all; he hadn't expected it; it confused him and he seemed curious. He blinked and made a small, quite noise that sounded like a whimper as he looked up at him; pleading for an explanation. Vegeta shook his head, clearing himself from his temporary shock, a low growl emanated from him.
"H-how dare you?" he cried, though the blush on his cheeks worked against him and he sounded less threatening.
I couldn't help but chuckle before I kissed him again, making the kiss last longer.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Vegeta gasped, pushing me away a little.
"It's okay," I assured him as I gently laid him back, lifting his legs a little, kissing him again.
Experimentally, I licked his lips, trying to coax him to letting me in. It took a little while, but eventually, he let me prod my tongue against his, exploring his mouth. Vegeta made another sound that sounded like a moan, mixed with a whimper as I began to gently nip his neck, my hand wondering over his chest to gently squeeze a nipple. He winced and I felt his fist clench around my shirt, pulling me closer. I could feel his heart beat against my hand, hammering against his chest as I cautiously slid my hand underneath his shorts and grasped his cock, slowly stroking it.
"N-nngh . . . ! K-Krillin . . ." he gasped.
I smiled; it was a lot easier than I had thought to coax him, he seemed willing to let me do just about anything. I faulted for a millisecond; maybe . . . he had feelings for me to begin with? Impossible! If anything, I'd say he had feelings for Goku and I could tell that Goku had feelings for him; it wasn't hard to see that and it wouldn't be unthinkable either . . . after all, they were the last two full-blooded Saiyans left.
Vegeta had noticed my hesitation and nuzzled against my neck as if edging me on; he really wanted this? My question was answered when he kissed me back, thrusting up against my hand eagerly.
"Patience, Vegeta," I chuckled softly; this was going to be easy.
A soft moan escaped him as I continued to caress him, kissing and biting his neck gently. He was getting excited; I could feel his hardened cock pulsating in my hand, and he had managed to slide his own hand underneath my shirt, nervously roaming over my chest and kissing my repetitively. I hooked my fingers on the hem of his shorts and underwear and smoothly pulled them off. A small sound escaped his lips again and I looked up to see he was blushing; he gasped as I squeezed his cock gently.
Vegeta's breathing came in pants, wincing every so often as I pumped his cock. Amused, I offered him two fingers. The blush deepened on his cheeks before he coated them abundantly with his saliva, taking time doing so. I should admit, he was rather exotic, especially the way he looked up at me expectantly and erotically as he salivated my fingers. I chuckled and brought them down to gently thrusting them inside of him. He tensed and gasped, looking slightly startled as if he still couldn't believe what was happening.
"Just relax," I whispered, caressing his thigh lightly.
"I-I . . . d-do you . . . I . . . how is this happening?" Vegeta asked, his voice a mere whisper, confirming what I had thought, "W-why . . . ?"
"What, you want me to stop?" I smirked, thrusting both fingers in deeply.
Vegeta gasped, moaning as he flung his head back. He clamped a hand over his mouth; eyes clenched shut as I stretched him.
"K-Krillin . . ." his voice came soft and helpless, like a kitten's mewl.
It was strange to see him in such a vulnerable position, but, at the same time, it made me feel even more aroused; I felt that, if I hadn't been dared, I probably wouldn't have seen how beautiful Vegeta truly was; underneath all the arrogance and self-centeredness, was a beautiful, delicate core . . . easily breakable if handled harshly . . . Realisation hit me; he had been hiding himself; making sure no one could break him.
I felt terrible about it even more; I couldn't continue it longer than I was dared to, I couldn't . . . I-I . . . I couldn't do that to 18 and Marron.
"Krillin?"
I looked up to sad and confused eyes; I had faltered again, this time a little longer, and Vegeta had become self-conscious and suspicious. He gulped and looked down, pulling his blanket over himself a little as if ashamed of allowing me to see him in the nude.
"Hey," I said whispered, lifting his chin. I kissed him softly, "I'm a little nervous myself, ya know,"
I was surprised when a smile lit up his face; an actual smile, like a kid that was given candy. I kissed him again, deepening it as I continued to thrust my fingers deeper into him.
"A-ah!" Vegeta whimpered a little; ha had forgotten where my fingers were and it had surprised him.
"Sorry," I whispered.
"I-it's okay," Vegeta gasped, his voice sounding a little high-pitched.
As I continued, I felt his hands come down to untie my belt eagerly sliding his hands under my pants, surprising me when his hand grasped my own appendage. I gasped, then chuckled and moved my fingers around within him.
"Oa-aah!" Vegeta cried out, arching up, "Ohh!"
His hands slid around to stroke my thighs, pulling me closer. I pulled my fingers out and lifted his legs up over my shoulders, before positioning myself in front of his entrance and thrusted in deeply. We both cried out in ecstasy, pleasure, or pain. He was tight, really tight; it almost sent me off the edge, especially when he was spasming inside. Vegeta whimpered quietly, tears in his eyes as I thrusted in, at first slowly, but quickly increasing the pace; it was pure ecstasy; it felt so good.
Vegeta's hips rocked against mine erotically, as his nails dug into my arms, his hot breath running across my neck as he gasped and continued to whimper. The tension was becoming stronger and I could tell that we were both close. Vegeta's arms came around me, holding on tight as we neared our release, panting heavily.
"N-nngh . . . hah . . . ah . . . K-Krillin, I . . . I . . . I'm gonna . . . Oaaahhhh . . . !" His warm cum split over our chests; I came a second later, collapsing on top of him.
Honestly, the first time was the best; the times that followed were good too . . . . But, unfortunately, and selfishly, I cut the 'relationship' off during that last time, which I admit, was cruel of me; it was during that moment of ecstasy; that moment when he had admitted he loved me that I . . . reluctantly, told him that he was . . . well, in nicer terms, a slut.
He looked up at me with hurt and confused eyes, searching mine as if to find a hint that I was kidding, but I had practiced . . . and all he saw was a harsh glare.
"W-what?" his voice was scarcely heard even in the quietness of the room, his bottom lip quivering slightly and tears had begun to well up in his wide eyes, ". . . W-what did I do?"
"What didn't you do?" I retorted harshly.
Vegeta's eyes went wide, the colour drained from his face. His lips quivered, tears welled up in his eyes, as his mouth gaped; what I had said had really struck him hard because he knew what I had meant; to cause so much harm and destruction and get off so easily? That was a reason for me to truly despise him; it angered me to think that he thought forgiveness came easy, though I still felt guilty about the hurt and sad expression on his face. He hung his head despondently, obviously seeming ashamed as his eyes avoided mine.
"Th-then . . . why . . . ?" he whispered, "Why . . . did you- . . . ?"
"Have sex with you?" I cut in, "I was dared to; I'd never have sex with you for any other reason other than that,"
A whimper escaped him and he backed up away from me, sitting up.
"Y-you used me?" he cried, trying to sound angry, but his throat was raw from his crying and he sounded strained, "I . . . I . . . I trusted you!"
"Well, you've obviously misplaced your trust," I replied lowly, "Not many people trust you, so why do you try and trust us?"
"B- . . . because . . . I-I . . . I thought you loved me," Vegeta admitted quietly, hanging his head again.
"Why would anyone love you: you ugly piece of shit!" I had no idea where that had come from; I knew I didn't mean it, I guess my mind was really trying to hurt him as much as he had hurt me over the years.
The sharp intake of breath made me look up at him again; Vegeta's had clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide and watery as the tears streamed down his cheeks. I knew I should've stopped there, but I didn't.
"What did you expect, really? You're just as bad as Frieza and should deserve the same treatment he's getting; you should've stayed in hell!"
A chocked sob escaped Vegeta before he broke down in heavy tears, sobbing spontaneously and unchained; unknowing of how to hold it all back when his wall was already broken. I felt horrible inside, but I knew I couldn't apologise then; I had just insulted him beyond forgiveness that he did deserve.
My heart leapt with worry when his crying suddenly halted, a retching sound replacing it. Before I knew it he had jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. The sounds of vomiting met my ears, and I decided that then was the better time for me to leave . . . though, I should've been there helping him.
Of course, when I told Tien and Yamcha, I had left out what I had felt; instead, making everything sound exaggerated and unrealistic, but at least it made them happy and off of my back. As they laughed, I allowed myself to think back to the Saiyan Prince and what I had learnt that night; he was pregnant . . . with my child? I couldn't believe it, but I had seen the symptoms first hand; I should've known. I couldn't be a part of its life, not when I had my own family to worry about.
"S-so, uh, anyway," Tien's laughing subsided as he turned to Yamcha, "Have you managed to ask him 'that' question?"
"Nah, not yet," Yamcha replied, chuckling a little, "We haven't had a 'social gathering' in the last few months, so I decided to wait till one comes up,"
Tien laughed.
"You devil; you think of the best ways to humiliate someone don't you?"
I half laughed then sighed; I couldn't do this; I couldn't keep humiliating Vegeta even more than what he truly deserved, and I was sure my dare was enough to make up for everything and more. I stood up suddenly from the table and headed to the door.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Yamcha called, "You haven't actually fallen for that bastard have you?"
"Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," I told him, "But I will say this; I'm out, that was enough; I went too far; we went too far. Yeah, he's made mistakes, but at least he's trying to make up for them . . . unlike some people," I left it at that and left them to gap in shock as I closed the door behind me.
"That was bold,"
I jumped at the sudden voice and turned to see 18 standing in the hall, her arms folded across her chest, similar to how Vegeta folded his arms. I gulped; she'd obviously been there for a while and had more than likely heard what I had said.
"You know, I've never thought of you as the type of guy who would do that to a friend," 18 continued, "Especially one who has had as much torture in his life than any one of us could handle. How could you abuse Vegeta's trust like that?"
"I-I . . ." I sighed.
"Don't say that it was because you were dared, or that you did it because you wanted to be closer to those two clowns, because that's no excuse to break someone's heart," 18 quickly added in, "Let alone their soul and self-confidence,"
With what she said added into the equation, I couldn't think of a single legit reason for doing what I did, other than being afraid of what the other two would do. Being as strong as I was, and how slack they, well Yamcha, had been, I knew I shouldn't have been afraid one bit. After a few moments of silence, I spoke up, reply with a partially true excuse.
"I wanted him . . . to feel pain, like he had inflicted on others; I wanted him to suffer . . ."
"With the way you're acting, I wouldn't have thought so," 18 said, "Look, I'll make things easy; you apologise to him, properly, and I'll forgive you for cheating on me,"
I was shocked; it really was simple . . . if simple applied to apologising for something that shouldn't be forgiven.
Writer's POV
Finally, the day was over; the bright crescent moon shining down upon Western City, peeking in through a solitary window of Capsule Corp. Dr. Briefs sat in one of his solitary laboratories, his mind contorted with worry, nervousness and guilt, which were the three things that never really bothered the scientist. He couldn't help but remember the hurt look on the distraught prince's face when he ran out. Of course, he had his reasons, one being that if anyone from the outside found out there was a pregnant man living his establishment, he would be put up for assumed illegal experimenting on another 'human'. He had nothing against the boy being pregnant, but, of course, he couldn't risk the unwanted press asking annoying questions of which he wouldn't be able to answer.
"Dad?" a soft knock on the laboratories door alerted the doctor and he turned to see his daughter peering in worriedly.
"What's the matter, love; is something wrong?" Dr Briefs asked.
"Do you know what happened to Vegeta; he rushed out earlier looking a little upset, and he hasn't come back home yet," Bulma replied.
The room was filled with an awkward silence as the scientist tried to think of an answer that wouldn't seem too harsh. He was also unsure how his daughter would react if he told her what he had discovered growing inside the Saiyan Prince.
"D-did you two . . . have a fight or something?"
"Not really, my dear," the doctor sighed, "You see, I ran some tests on him and found something that would have had people on our backs,"
"W-why? What did you find?" Bulma asked, her expression becoming worried again, "What's wrong with Vegeta?"
Again, Dr Briefs became silent; still hesitant to reply further.
"I-I'm not sure if you'd want to know, dear; it's quite . . . unusual,"
"Come on, dad; how bad could it be?" Bulma insisted.
Dr Briefs sighed.
"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn," he said, then paused for a moment, "All the tests I ran on him all had the same result; I was still reluctant to believe it, but . . . I did an ultrasound on him- . . ."
"Dad," Bulma sighed, "Get to the point; what did you find?"
A foetus," Dr Briefs replied, "The boy's pregnant, Bulma,"
The blue-haired scientist gaped, her eyes wide.
"B-b-but . . . h-how is that possible?" she stuttered.
"He's not human, remember," Dr Briefs pointed out, "It could be possible that Saiyans can become pregnant . . . please don't ask me how that works; I'd have to run more tests on him and I'd doubt he'd want to be experimented on," he paused for a moment, "You know, it may be a Saiyan's body's survival instinct; he and Goku are the only two last Saiyans left- . . ."
"Whoa . . . whoa, whoa, whoa," Bulma waved her hands, "Goku and Vegeta had sex?"
"I'm not sure, Bulma; I didn't ask," Dr Briefs admitted, "Besides, the only one I've seen hanging around Vegeta lately is Krillin,"
Bulma's eyes widened further, twitching a little.
"W-why . . . why would Krillin have sex with Vegeta?" she asked, her voice quiet, her hands knotting in her woollen shirt, "He's . . . never shown interest in him before,"
"Like I said, dear; I'm not sure who's sleeping with whom, and I don't really care for that matter; I just know that Vegeta's pregnant, and not many people around here are going to appreciate that,"
"Hm, yeah, I guess," Bulma sighed, sitting down and resting her chin in the palm of her hands, "Well, do you at least know where he went?"
"No clue, dear; I was kinda shocked myself and the only thought that came to me was people finding out," Dr Briefs explained admittedly.
Bulma sighed again and stood up, just as another soft knock greeted the two scientist's ears.
"Mum?" Trunks peered in, "D-do you know where dad is; he promised we'd train this afternoon and I haven't seen him all day,"
"H-he . . ." Bulma shrugged, her voice sounding strained a little, "I don't know,"
"W-what do you mean?" Trunks asked, "A-are you saying he just walked out?"
"He has a lot on his mind, my boy," Dr Briefs spoke up, "He's . . . he's run into some complications, and . . . due to that . . . he will be unable to live here- . . ."
"WHAT?" Trunks cried, visible tears in his eyes, "Y-you kicked him out?"
"T-Trunks, you must understand that some people won't tolerate-,"
"Tolerate what?" Trunks asked, cutting off his grandpa, "What's wrong with my dad?"
"Trunks, u-um . . . w-well, you see . . . h-he's . . . um . . . he's gonna have a . . . a-a child," Bulma explained, a little embarrassed and uncomfortable about actually saying it; she was still unsure if she could tolerate it herself.
Trunks' eyes went wide and he became silent for a while. He hung his head, his fists clenching.
"B-but . . . it's not fair; why can't dad stay here?" he asked.
"We're in a well-known company, my boy; when news spends that there's a man here who's carrying, they'll think that we're doing illegal experimenting," Dr Briefs explained.
"It's still not fair," Trunks insisted, "Just because my father's different, doesn't mean people can discriminate against him!"
"I know, honey," Bulma sighed sadly, kneeling down in front of him, "I know it's not fair, and I know it seems mean, but we can't have this sort of publicity-,"
"So you'd rather worry about your company than worry about my father?" Trunks cried, infuriated, "You don't even care, do you?"
"T-Trunks, that's not what I'm saying," Bulma whispered.
"I don't care what you're saying; I'm gonna find dad and I'm bringing him back, and you won't stop me!" with that, Trunks ran out of them room, set on his self-claimed mission.
"Trunks!" Bulma rushed after him, leaving her father with a lot more on his mind.
Dr Briefs sighed and stared down at the desk in front of him, new thoughts tugging within his mind. A familiar mewl made him look up again. The doctor smiled at his 'partner', Scratch and stroked the cat's head gently. Scratch nudged his hand and mewled again.
"Hm? What is it, Scratch?" the doctor asked.
Scratch rolled over, flicking some of the sheets around on the desk, causing some a certain sheet to float off the table. Dr Briefs frowned and picked up the fallen sheet, sighing when he scanned the words; it was Vegeta's tests results. He looked over at Scratch again to see him rolling on his back, his tail flicking.
"Hm? Wait, you want to go find Vegeta as well?"
Scratch mewled again, confirming the doctor's suspicion.
"Alright," Dr Briefs sighed, sitting down again, "Take care of him when you find him; you'll take my place,"
With that, the small feline jumped over to the window steal and tapped the glass with his padded paws. Once the scientist opened the window, he jumped out on the dome roof and made his way down to the snow covered ground. He was temporary engulfed in the white blanket before he popped out again, shaking the icicle cold droplets off his fur before sprinting off into the dark, cold night.
Trunks' POV
I couldn't believe it; neither my mum nor my grandpa wanted to help my father, just because of their stupid company. Sometimes I wished I had a family like Goten's; they didn't need to worry about what people thought of them, and they all stuck out for each other no matter the situation. Aggravated, I stormed out of the house and quickly jumped up, intending on speeding away, but I was held back by something. I frowned and looked back to see that my mum had caught me by the ankle.
"Let go of me," I growled; I didn't have the patience to listen to her lecture me.
"Trunks, please, I don't want to lose you," mum pleaded.
I felt a little guilty when I saw tear in her eyes, but my mind was made up, so, with not so much as a glare, I kicked her hand away and quickly shot through the sky. I had to find my father; he could need my help for all I knew . . . also . . . I had that feeling in my chest again, like the one I had when my dad told me to take care of mum when he tried to take on Buu. Well, I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice; I was going to find my father and I was going to bring him back, no matter who or what got in my way.