Of Sex and Saiyans: Part Two

Chapter Ten

Just as he’d decided to get up and pull the two apart, Mirai snarled wordlessly, Trunks echoing the noise. The older prince violently crushed his lips to Trunks’ as the younger demi’s hands came up, fisting viciously in the longer lavender strands. They both moaned angrily into the kiss, blood from Mirai’s split lip smearing across both their chins. Trunks writhed against the wall, Mirai scrabbling at his younger self’s clothes with his free hand, while the two Son’s mouths dropped open in complete surprise.

Gohan tore his eyes away from the scene in front of him to look at his brother. Their expressions mirrored each other but Goten was the first to breathe the obvious.

“What the fuck…?!”

Their shocked gazes swung back to the two princes, Trunks’ shirt drifting in shredded strands to the floor.

“Uh…Mirai?” Gohan called with trepidation, barely heard over the clashing of the demi’s lips as they sucked on each others tongues and more clothing was torn.

Goten just shook his head in disbelief, slowly becoming aware of a tightening in his groin. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed and his hand bumped up against Gohan’s. The older demi didn’t notice, enthralled as he was with the scene in front of them. Goten wound his hand over Gohan’s, slipping his fingers between his brother’s. Gohan’s eyes were still fixed on the two princes and he made an aroused, breathless noise that shot straight to Goten’s groin.

The youngest Son suppressed a moan and bent towards his brother, unable to help himself. He placed an open-mouthed kiss on Gohan’s shoulder, intending to trail up his neck to his earlobe. Gohan turned, a hazy look in his eyes. Goten glanced at the princes, Trunks was now naked with his legs wrapped around Mirai’s waist as they started to grind against the wall. Goten swung his face back towards Gohan, eyes flicking down into his lap where the thin sheet failed to hide his relation’s arousal.

“Brother?” The older Son murmured, bringing a hand up to caress Goten’s face. The demi nuzzled into the touch, leaning forward to press his lips to Gohan’s.

Trunks moaned into Mirai’s mouth as their erections ground into one another. It was bordering on painful but their fury at each other had been transformed into something else and he had no expectations that it would be gentle. He didn’t find it strange that things had taken a turn for the…well whatever they’d taken a turn for, he just knew that he was suddenly more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.

Mirai rolled his hips against Trunks, broke the kiss and panted before sinking his teeth sharply into Trunks’ shoulder. The younger prince moaned deeply in his ear, fists clenched and tugging painfully at his hair. He could see strands of it drift past his face as Trunks pulled some of it out. He snarled, claiming the demi’s mouth viciously, blunt nails raking welts, raising blood along Trunks’ sides.

Suddenly there was an almighty crash and a hoarse voice yelled over the lavender demi’s moaning.

“Alright! What the FUCK is going on here?!”

Everyone froze and turned towards the door where Goku stood with a slightly pregnant but very irate, Vegeta. Goku still had two fingers pressed his forehead and was making a wonderful imitation of an incredibly shocked person.

Mirai stepped back as Trunks unwound himself from the future demi, lowering himself to the floor. Both stood there brazenly, making no effort to cover themselves or wipe the blood from their faces. Gohan squeaked and dove for the sheet, which had slipped down, and Goten jumped away from his brother as if he’d been told he just had VD.

“Uh…what were you guys-…” Goku didn’t get to even start because, apparently, Vegeta had never finished.

“I’m trying to get some fucking sleep and all I can feel is all you little shits fucking each other!! I’m fucking pregnant here, if you morons hadn’t noticed! If you absolutely HAVE to fuck something then keep you fuckin’ ki low, you idiots!!” He paused for breath, before finally adding, “FUCK!!”

He finally took note of the surroundings and looked back and forth between the two couples. Confusion slowly replaced the anger on his face but didn’t dissipate it entirely.

“What the hell is going on here?” He growled angrily, staring at Gohan. “Are you fucking your little brother?”

Gohan looked mortified, staring at his father who finally put two and two together.

“Son Gohan!” The older boy cringed at the tone, gaze shying away from his father’s. Goten looked everywhere but at Goku, his face painfully crimson.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and shrugged, elbowing his lover.

“Baka…it happened all the time on Vegeta-sei…they didn’t have your fucked up rules about family like they do on this kami-forsaken ball of shit…”

Goku glanced at his mate, a thoughtful look crossing his face. Everyone held their breath as the earth-raised saiyan sorted it through in his own mind before shrugging nonchalantly and grinning.

“Oh…Ok then!” He said cheerily and Gohan let out a huge breath.

“But that doesn’t excuse you two!” Vegeta turned, gaze falling on the two demi’s standing. “What is this? A fuckin’ mutual masturbation club or something?”

Mirai frowned and opened his mouth to say something but Trunks’ hand on his arm stopped him.

Vegeta sneered and looked away, crossing his arms across his bulging stomach.

“It’s not like I really give a shit though…”

Mirai just stared impassively while Trunks fidgeted behind him, still slightly afraid of his father, whereas Mirai had grown up without Vegeta and didn’t have the necessary fear instilled in him.

“Whatever, old man…” He murmured as Vegeta turned around to face his mate.

The saiyan prince’s head whipped back, his voice dangerously low.

“What did you just say?”

Mirai calmly raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms, brazen in his nakedness.

“You heard…”

Vegeta met his gaze, arched an eyebrow, momentarily forgetting everyone else in the room.

‘Hn…The brat has balls…’

He mentally rolled his eyes and snickered to himself when he realized what he’s just thought. Yes he did…and there they were…on display for the world to see. Vegeta snickered again, this time out loud and watched the expression on Mirai’s face change imperceptibly to slightly confused.

Goku touched his elbow and Mirai’s gaze broke to look at the tall saiyan behind his father.

Goku whispered something about lunch burning before Vegeta nodded and turned back to the assembled group of saiyans.

“So you got that? If you’re doing something or someone…keep your bloody ki low or I’ll stick my fucking fist so far down your throat I’ll be able to pull the label off your underwear!!”

There were nods from most people in the room, except Mirai who kept his neutral expression. Vegeta saw the flicker of a smile though and grinned internally.

‘Brat after my own heart…’

A frown crossed his face and he paused, sniffing audibly as Goku, keeping his eyes down to spare his son’s embarrassment, raised two fingers to his forehead.

“Hn…and one of you here is pregnant…”

Then they were gone.

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*evil snicker* Sorry for the lack of updates recently. I’ve been really busy with uni and work and family stuff (inner hella: and other stories! *eeps*) But I’ve decided that this WILL be finished…I have a few more chapters to write (something like 10) before that happens though! Hope you can all be patient and hang in there! I haven’t forgotten you and abandoned you for the Naruto and Trigun Sections! I promise!

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