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Even More Of Us	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6580 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Even More Of Us
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
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Even More Of Us

Sequel
to �More of Us.�

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Notes: Slash. M/M. Sex.
*Gratuitous usage of purring. *
Mpreg. AU; naturally.

Oh, and I don�t own them. Of course I don�t, or I would be swimming in
DBZ manga.

If you haven�t read More of
Us (then you should have) you will be lost.
Nothing will make sense. So go
read the first story (and review every chapter).

~~~~**

Goku
yawned, smiled lazily and walked into Goten�s room. The littlest of all the brood was privileged to share his room
with only Trunks while his three brothers had to share one room and Bulla had
the immense satisfaction of being the only female and the only one with her own
room.

He
walked into the room, to wake his son up for breakfast�the rambunctious two
year old was supposed to be going to visit with Gohan all day. And when he flicked the light on, he yelled
out something that sounded like �Whadahell?!�
Which brought Vegeta out of Bardock & company�s room to stand at his
side. But unlike Goku, Vegeta didn�t
seem to be very fazed by what he saw.
Right there, in the middle of Goten�s little bed, the two demi-Saiyans
were curled up together, COMPLETELY NAKED with their tales wrapped into one
single cord.

�It�s
fine,� is what Vegeta said.

�Fine?�
Goku demanded, �How is that fine?
They�re� They�re� Brothers!�

Vegeta
tugged him back into the hallway and gave him a stern glare. �No,� he said, �They are not. They have different mothers and different
fathers. You can�t stop things like
this, and I should think you would realize that first hand.�

�But,
�Geta�� All the whining got him, Goku
realized, was another angry glare and a spectacular view of his mate�s backside
as he turned and walked away. So he
gave in, sighed and shrugged off the shock of seeing his little son, completely
NAKED and pressed up against another completely naked little boy. But he supposed it was innocent, because
they were just bonding, it wasn�t as ify wey were doing anything. They weren�t even capable of doing anything
yet.

He
went back into his son�s room and shook the two of them awake, tossed clothes
at them and they whined and complained, but slipped into the clothes
nonetheless. �Too early,� Goten said.

�More
sleep needed,� Trunks added.

�Breakfast!�
Goku said. And he picked them up by
their tails�much to their indignant squawking�and carried them down the stairs
and dropped them into their chairs.
Once their tiny buts hit the chair they were shoving pancakes and bacon
into their mouths and chattering to each other so quickly that it made Goku�s
head spin. But at least, he figured, if
they mated to each other then he wouldn�t have to worry about them going
through heartache and sorrow like he had to.
Not that any of his children knew about what happened while they were
nestled in the womb, or even, he reflected, about Chichi. Nobody had ever told Goten that his mother
was still alive.

Bardock
and Takashi came tumbling down the stairs next, wrestling until they sniffed
the food, and then broke apart, sprinted for their seats and started to scarf
down all the food they could get their little hands on. Gogeta flew in, composed and reserved. He had learned�through many, many fights�that
his energy was highest and best used after breakfast. Bulla descended the stairs daintily, and if there were ever a
child that Goku thought was just like Vegeta, it was their daughter.

�Hey
mom,� Bardock asked with a mouthful of pancake, �What are we doing today?�

Vegeta
answered him with a flick to the head.
�Learning not to talk with your mouth full, apparently.�

Bardock
rubbed the back of his head, sneered at his father and then chewed his food
loudly and dramatically before swallowing and repeating his question: �What are
we doing today?�

�I�m
going to see Gohan!� Goten announced merrily.

�All
day?� Trunks pouted.

�Yep,�
Bulma said. She was sitting on the
counter, fiddling with some instrument and experiment. It had taken her a full hour to make the
food they were eating, and as she announced to Vegeta and Goku numerous times,
she was going to find a way to finish making breakfast a lot faster or everyone
was going to start eating raw food.
�You�re going to be spending the day with me, Trunks dear.�

�Awww.
Mooom!� Trunks whined. Goten patted his lavender hair regretfully
and offered him more food.

�So
what are we going to do?� Bardock repeated again.

Goku
smiled at his second-oldest, then looked at Vegeta and back at his son
purposefully.

Bardock
frowned, crossed his arms over his chest, and unconsciously mimicked his father
perfectly as he announced, petulantly:
�I don�t want to go with him.
He�s no fun.� But his whining
was to no avail, because he was upended when his father grabbed his tail and
pulled him out of his chair, and though Bardock didn�t say as much, he wasn�t
that displeased by this. In fact, of
the two of them, Bardock generally matched his father�s intensity over his
mother�s good nature. What he didn�t
like about Vegeta was that he tended to spar with Bardock, to make the boy work
as hard as he could. It wasn�t that
Vegeta was pushing him too hard, but that Bardock liked that he was
effortlessly more powerful than his group of siblings.

�What
about me, Mom?� Takashi asked, and then, Gogeta parroted the same question and
they looked at their mother expectantly.
�What are we going to do?�

�Krillin
is going to come and spar with us,� he said, �He�s going to show you some more
moves.�

�Hmph,�
is what Bulla said, she pouted. �Why do
we always have to fight the same people?�
Yes, their little girl was the cleanest Saiyan anyone had seen, and she
was the best mannered and the most cultured, but she was like a thunderstorm
when it came to battling.

That
was when Gohan appeared, and he paused long enough to swallow a couple of
pancakes, but with only a quick �Hi Dad.
Bye Dad!� he grabbed Goten and was gone again.

�Come
on,� Goku said to his brood, �Lets go warm up.�

~~~~***

Mirai
Trunks watched them. Three tiny little
Saiyans, powering up, fighting against just one larger, faster�infinitely more
powerful�man. And Trunks could just
watch them, push his long hair out of his face and wonder what had happened to
them to make them what they were in the future. Of course, as he got his first real look at them, he realized
that not all of them were there in the future.
The girl was�she was a terror the likes of which only Freiza before her
had matched�but neither of the little boys were. They fought good natured-ly against their mother, accepted his
comments of �That was good� and �Try again� and worked to get faster and
better, but like Goku they weren�t in it to dominant or defeat. They were enjoying themselves.

Trunks
wondered where the other one was. The
oldest one. That had stood on the
platform of King Vegeta�s monstrous castle and howled in laughter as countless
humans were incinerated. The boy that
had beaten Trunks until he could barely move, the only other Super Saiyan alive,
besides Vegeta. Gohan had died. He�d resisted, fought against Vegeta, and he
had been killed.

Trunks
touched the mark on his shoulder, wondered how time could change him, because
before he�d gone back to the future, he hadn�t even known about Goten. But he knew him now, as if the memories had
just been planted there. The mark
appeared on his shoulder when he stepped out of the time machine, and he remembered. But Goten was gone. And Trunks had survived only because he had
been inside of time when Goten died.

He
had to stop it. Whatever had happened,
he absolutely had to stop that disaster.
Because life had been hell with the androids, but Vegeta had not lived
through the death of his mate. He had
died, and the parts of him that lived on without a soul�they were
horrific. They had sacked and raped and
pillaged. The Saiyan race had forced
itself back to dominance, because there was nobody in the universe strong
enough to oppose. Except Goku.

�Boo,�
Came the voice from his left, and he was face to tiny face with Bardock. The boy gave him a smile�a real smile, that
was nothing like the sneer that the future Bardock had given him before he
snapped his tail off. �Who are you?�

�Trunks,�
he said.

�What
are you doing back?� That growl was absolutely unforgettable, and Trunks turned
to his other side, to see Vegeta standing there, imperious and angry. Radiating power.

�Something
went wrong,� Trunks said, �I came back to help.�

�Bardock,�
Vegeta said, �Go join your mother.� The
little boy looked like he was going to object for a moment, but he stifled it,
and left. Then Vegeta gave him a level
stare�looked more sane and tolerant than Trunks ever thought possible. �What happened?�

�I
don�t think I should�� Before he could
finish Vegeta had punched him, and he only realized how strong his father had
gotten when he knocked his head into the ground. From the ground, Trunks looked up at him.

�I�ll
give you one chance to say exactly what happens, and then I�ll beat it out of
you. That,� he pointed to Goku, �Is my
mate. If something happens to him you
had better tell me.�

�He
still dies,� Trunks said, �Somehow that makes it impossible to wish him
back. So do the two middle brothers,
Gohan and Goten.�

�And
you�re here to stop that from happening.
Why?� Then, as Trunks climbed back
to his feet, Vegeta narrowed his eyes, reached forward and pulled the shirt
away from Trunks� shoulder. �What
happened to your tail?�

Trunks
prepared himself for any further attempt at Vegeta-style interrogation and said
flatly: �I�m not going to tell you that.
Knowing too much can change things even worse.�

�Hn.� Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and
frowned. �And what will happen if you
see yourself in the past?�

�I
don�t know. Mom didn�t say anything
about that.� He wiped the blood off his
chin with the back of his hand and waited for Vegeta to say something further
either way. He had come back here to
stop this man in front of him from becoming a monster, and even though it was
his father, Trunks didn�t think he could love him. Not after the damage that he had seen his father do, not after
the pain he�d endured at the King�s command.
If there was a way to stop it, Trunks would find it, because he could
remember a time when he had loved his family, his brothers and his father more
than anything�except Goten�but that time had passed.

�Fine. Keep your damn hands off Kakarot.� Vegeta motioned him toward the brood and
their mother.

�Hey,
�Geta�� But wver ver the man was going
to announce was cut off when he saw Trunks.
If possible, all the happiness drained right out of Goku�s face, and he
barely breathed for a long moment. Then
he moved passed his children and looked at Trunks. �Didn�t the vaccine work?�

�I
don�t know exactly,� Trunks told him, �But I�m here to help you fight.� He looked at the dirty, happy, tiny faces of
his brothers and sister. �Did you give
the vaccine to them too?�

�Last
week,� Goku said, �Bulma said it would be most effective if it was
fresher. What are we going to be
fighting?�

�Androids,�
Trunks said. Just being there, around
this man�remembering a childhood where Goku had been just like his second
mother, where he had been trained and loved by this man�made the pain that much
worse.

�When?�

�Soon.�

Goku
moved back, looked at his children and then at Trunks. �Well, I guess we should all go get
something to have for lunch.� A
shiny-perfect smile. �I�m hungry.� And all his children parroted his
announcement.

~~~~~***

Review!

Gk: Hey, didn�t you say that the fertility cycle was every three
years?

Vegeta: Yes.

Gk: Wait a minute� Does that mean we�re going to have to balance sex
and fighting?

Vegeta: Apparently.

Gk: Hmm. When are we going to
eat?
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