Daisuki Tousan, Saiyajin No Ouji

Title: Daisuki Tousan, Saiya-jin no Ouji (I love you father, Prince of Saiya-jins)
Rating: R – NC-17
Couple: Trunks/Vegeta
Warning: Saiyajincest, Anal, Oral, suggested voyeurism.

Summary: This is the first of the “Daisuki” series; “Daisuki Tousan, Saiya-jin no Ouji.” Trunks and Vegeta have never gotten along, in fact Trunks thinks his father hates him. In a desperate attempt to bond with his father, and use this opportunity to show his love for his father, he agrees to train with him in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Trunks then attempts desperately to show Vegeta he loves him. But just how far will Trunks go?

First, before you read the story, a little advisory. So I don’t get in trouble, I suggest that whoever reads the following contents of this work be at least of sixteen to eighteen years of age. They must be of mature mind and be able to handle the idea of two men sharing each other’s bodies in a rather hot, sweaty and passionate act of sexual “deviations.” This story will contain mature content, and yes, it is a YAOI storyline. Yaoi, as a side note, is the more hardcore version of shounen ai, or boy x boy love. Because of this, Yaoi is considered to be more hardcore and mature and is the relationship between two men which will more than likely feature hours and hours of repeated sex acts, so if you read past this and get offended by the story, then it is your own fault for reading the story. I did not hold a gun to your head and make you read it. This little warning alone should tell you that this story will feature hot, sweaty, moaning, groaning, tell-the-bible-to-screw-off, man to man sexual intercourse ( -The author is laughing his butt off by now- ) . If you can’t handle that, go read something else! Do not read this! Because if you do and flame this, then I will ignore every single word you say. But if you can handle that image, then go right on ahead and read it and enjoy.

Daisuki Tousan, Saiya-jin no Ouji

Contents

Part 1: Exposition: The Prince Through Trunks’ Eyes
Chapter 1: Shattered Glass; Trunks’ Innocence
Chapter 2: Admiration or Love?
Part A: The Laundry
Part B: The Sight

Parts to come later on in this story’s series:
Part 2: Trunks’ Dream
Chapter 1: The Chamber of Time and Souls
Part A: The Showers
Part B: The Dream
Part 3: Daisuki Veggie-kun
Chapter 1: Trunks’ Desperation
Part A: Spars, Memories and a Declaration of Love
Part B: Suteki Da Ne? Daisuki Ouji-san (Isn’t it beautiful? I love you prince. )

Part 1
Exposition
The Prince through Trunks’ Eyes

“Born with a silver spoon in his mouth,” was the description used for the child of the genius daughter of Dr. Briefs. Trunks Briefs was born from the union of the fair heiress to the Capsule fortune, and a dark haired man, with a foul temper. Though nothing was known about this man, people saw him hanging around the woman’s house every so often, usually training outside the house or going to train in that gravity enhancing apparatus that the man’s “wife” had built for him.
Another description was “bastard.” He was born outside of marriage, or at least some say; although they have no proof to show that the two never married. They have just never seen the couple together anywhere, nor do they bare wedding bands. It’s as if he hangs around for the sex, and food.
But the boy never knew the truth of his conception, and he didn’t really seem to care at all. He had a mother, and a father, and that’s all he needed. Though truth is told, he and his father had never gotten along. His father attempts to avoid him, ignore him, and when they did interact it was through training. Vegeta’s trainings were harsh and merciless. Ever since the boy could walk, the man would make him train with him, in a desperate attempt to make the boy stronger than his rival’s son.
He never really understood the reasons behind his father’s selfish desire to be stronger than the one he called Kakarotto, but he never bothered to ask his father to explain himself. Such an idiotic act would have earned him a painful butt kicking and that’s the last thing that he needed. Even as a child, he knew better than to anger his father. He had heard about his father’s “record”, and had witnessed his father’s power as his father trained within the gravity chamber. He did not need that against him. But even if his father was a cold, arrogant and distant man, very hard to live with, Trunks loved him no matter what, and treated him the utmost respect and admiration.
Although in some people’s eyes, Vegeta was viewed as a heartless man, so self centered that he could never see past the bridge of his nose to the needs of those around him, in Trunks’ eyes, such vulgar words would be considered blasphemy. To Trunks, Vegeta was a great and powerful man. Although a little cold, he knew that his father loved him, or at least cared for his existence if even in the smallest of senses. Vegeta was not born cold hearted, he was turned into that through years of abuse and violence that he had to go through and commit. From what his mother told him, Vegeta had been the prince of a proud warrior race, the Saiya-jin. But he was taken from his home against his will and forced to do all kinds of atrocities, which included destroying entire races, and planets to fulfill someone else’s selfish desires. Shown no compassion or any semblance of friendship, the man became cold and his heart became numb. At least that was how Trunks viewed it. His father was a victim, a pawn, in an unfair game.

Chapter 1
Shattered Glass; Trunks’ Innocence

The house had been quiet that afternoon. His mother was working in her laboratory, and his father had been outside, training as he usually does. Trunks was alone in the house, bored, with nothing to do. He had already taken a shower, cleaned his room and done his homework; he was home schooled, so Bulma usually assigned him some homework assignments to do in his room while she worked in her lab.
Jumping out of his bed, the boy would run over to his drawer and began to pull out some clothes. Pulling out a pair of clean boxers, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, as well as orange wristbands and clean socks, he would sit on the floor in front of his dresser and began to change his clothes. He knew better than to bother Vegeta when the man was training, but at the moment, he was bored and needed something to do, even if it meant training with his father. Then again, training with Vegeta, in a way was always fun for Trunks. He got to see just how much stronger the last battle, their last spar, and his father’s last training session had gotten the prince.
Soon after he had finished dressing himself, the boy left his room, of course having had left his clothes lying scattered on the ground. He would run through the house, making his way through the maze that was the hallways of their large home until he got finally to the front of the house. Leaving the house, he’d then run around, to the back, to go find his father. That is where he usually was, the back of the house ,either training in plain sight, or in the gravity chamber that Trunks’ mother had built for him, pushing himself harshly, trying to get to the next level of power, and to surpass, “that fool Kakarotto,” as his father so “affectionately” dubbed him.
The backyard was bare, save for that massive piece of machinery known as the Gravity Machine. His father was most likely inside training, at least that’s what the boy thought. He’d walk up to the machine, but did not open the door. Instead he’d float up slowly so he can peek into the small rounded porthole window on the large, thick steel door. He could see inside, the lights seem to have turned a dark, almost bloody red color, due to the intensity of the gravity his father had set the computer on. He guessed that his father had set it over 200x Earth’s normal gravity that is when the lights usually turned that color. He could also see his father moving about in there. He was training with all his might. His body dressed in just a pair of rather tight black pants, the lower part of his father’s usual attire. No gloves this time, but he did wear his boots. With every powerful and potentially fatal punch that Vegeta threw, a small amount of sweat seemed to go flying off his well defined body and glitter softly in the air like precious diamonds before vanishing from sight.
He would at times watch his father train for hours, he was entranced by it. His father’s every graceful movement as he threw punches and kicks in the air, gracefully dodged his own ki blasts and maneuvered about within the machine, even with such a high gravity level being placed upon him. It was grueling work but his father felt it necessary. He also enjoyed the way his father’s body moved, the way every muscle tightened and tensed when the man formed an attack, threw a punch or a kick or even a ki blast as well as the way they relaxed when the man would from time to time land on his feet and stand there. He’d take a few deep breaths, and then he was off again, starting off his training session. He moved with such grace, speed and agility, that at times it was hard for the boy’s eyes to keep up with his father’s movements within the chamber.

Chapter 2:
Admiration or Love?
Part A:
The Laundry

After having watched his father train for what he knew had been nearly four to six hours, his father seemed to have become bored. He would pick up a towel, one that wasn’t torn up or already soaked with sweat, and he’d dry himself off as much as he could and turned towards the door. For a mere split of a second, the prince seemed a tad bit surprised that his son was watching him, through the porthole window that the thick door had, but it passed very quickly. The boy gave his father a small smile and got down so his father could open the door.
The man gave him the smallest of glances and tossed the towel over to the boy. “Pick them up….” He instructed and walked towards the house, most likely to take a shower.
The boy would nod and ran into the chamber, picking up the two other towels, before he’d run out, closing the door behind himself and made his way towards the house, after his father.
When he had gone inside, he quickly made his way towards the laundry room and began to shove the towels into the laundry machine.
He didn’t know why he did this but, when he was about to shove that last towel into the machine, he brought it up to his face and sniffed it…He would cringe a bit but he did it again.
The smell of his father’s sweat was thick and masculine, he had to admit that. He’d throw the towel back in and then shut the door and walked away from the room. He didn’t know how to do laundry, so he’ll wait till his mother was done with her work, and she could do it.

Part B:
The Sight

Just as the boy was headed for his own bedroom, which had a bathroom of its own, he heard something. He heard a sound, he’s never really heard before except when he was dropped off at the Kami house to play around with his friend, Gohan. It was a sound that usually resonated from the bedroom of that old, lecherous turtle hermit who instead of watching the two boys like he was instructed, he scurried off to his own room to do …well Trunks didn’t know but it included these sounds. It was the sound of…well he didn’t’ know if it was moaning in pain or what it was but he heard it and it was loud. It was coming from…
He looked up and down the hall, and stuck his ear out into the air as if trying to pinpoint the source. It didn’t take him long to realize where it was coming from…His mother and father’s bedroom.
He didn’t know whether to be afraid or to what, but he began to head towards the door, curious. In his mind, he was yelling at his feet to go the other direction, but his legs were not listening. They were leading him towards that door, which they had left open a crack.
Stopping at the door, he’d place his hand to the door and bit his lip, slowly pushing on the door, to make the crack a bit wider so he could peer inside.
He’d peer inside the room just as the doorway was open at least two inches or so, just enough for him to see inside and he held back a faint shout of surprise. He did not want to be found out…
What he saw shocked him...and in a way confused him… He did not know what was happening, but he did not want to look away. As much as his mind told him to turn away, he did not, he was captivated by the sight.
There was that queen sized bed that belonged to his parents, and inside of it, were his parents. His father lay naked on the bed, or at least he believed he was naked since all of his clothes he had been wearing earlier were strewn about on the floor. Atop him was his mother…she was the source of the moaning.
The way she was positioned, it was as if she was trying to squash his father….straddled over his father’s waistline, hands on his chest as if she were also trying to shove him down into the mattress. Her back arched up, her head thrown back, and her fairly large breasts were bouncing in perfect rhythm with the rest of her body. But it wasn’t her breasts that he was interested in…it was something farther south…
He saw the large phallus that his father sported…it had been buried, nearly to the hilt into his mother’s body, like a sword that was sheathed in its protective casing.
The bed was squeaking in protest to the rather rough actions being taken upon it, as the man and woman shared each other’s bodies. Their sounds of sexual desire filling the room, resonating, echoing off, all the walls and bouncing out and into the boy’s ears where they would remain in his mind for quite a bit of time….
The sight of his father’s strong and large hands sliding up and down his mother’s smaller body, caressing each and every naked inch that his fingers could reach would be one that he would relive repeatedly in dreams to come, that he knew. Sliding up and around those large mounds of flesh that were her breasts and giving them gentle squeezes before his hands moved around to her sides, down to her backside as he grasped it and helped her along.
Strange…how large it was….it hadn’t been so large not long ago…he had seen his father naked before, he’s bathed with him…but he had never seen that being that large…So ..Is this how he was created? Does it hurt? Well from the almost sinfully blissful look on his mother’s face, it did not, in fact, it was just the opposite…
How does it feel…? To have such strong arms wrapped around your body? The boy thought as he watched. How does it feel…? To have him hold you so gently…and caress your back…and whisper soft coos of affection into your ear…?
How does it feel…?


((Author’s Note: I hope you like the first part of the “Daisuki Otou-san” story. Please do not flame the story. If you’ve read this far without flinching, then I don’t think you have the god-given right to flame. You lost that the second you learned this story was going to include (1) yaoi (sexual relations between two men), and (2), saiyajincest (sexual relations between blood related saiya-jins, Trunks x Vegeta in this story.) So if you dare flame….I will have my friend Lucifer rip your soul from your body and tear it to bits….Have a nice day and I hope I get a lot of comments on this story.
Also, I will be continuing the “Daisuki” Series depending on the response of the readers. The more positive response I get, the more of them I shall write. So, in conclusion, I hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it.
The “Daisuki” series includes:
Daisuki Otou-san, Saiya-jin no Ouji (Trunks x Vegeta)
Daisuki Onii-chan (Goten x Gohan)
Daisuki Picco/Pikko-Kun (Gohan x Piccolo)
There are also several others. Each of these is a separate yet connected story. They are separate yet connected because of the time in which they are written. “Daisuki Picco-kun” is of Gohan as a pre-teen and his love for the Namek Piccolo, while “Daisuki Onii-chan” is of the relationship between Goten and Gohan when Gohan has grown and Goten is now a teenager. There are several others, but I just thought I’d give you all a heads up on what may come up later depending on reader response.
I had written these before but due to a power surge, the entire series had been lost, as well as most of my other files on my old computer. So I will have to write them from memory and scratch. If anyone has any ideas of couples, or stories I could add to the series, please tell me. I will gladly take suggestions.
Also, I have AIM and will gladly RP yaoi with anyone who wants, I RP Uke(bottoms/submissives) and rarely Semes(Tops/Dominant), my AIM SN is VTarnishedAngelV.))