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Sequel
to “More of Us.”
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.
But I do own the following birth certificates:
Bardock, Gogeta, Takashi and Bulla (Vegita & Kakarot’s too.).
~~~**
Two months.
For two months he had been putting up with the strangeness of lemon
sauce and carrots. Ranch dressing and
chocolate cookies. The insane mood
swings that made even the children stray away from their mother. (One could only watch Kakarot go from giddy
to bitchy so many times before they started to think the man was insane.)Goten loved it though. He was the only one (besides Bulla
occasionally) that stood by his mother.
In fact, more often than not, Goten was sitting on his mother’s
shoulder, purring with him. Must be
some sort of bond between the two of them (because they shared the same bizarre
dual-gender.) Bulla was more sensitive
to her mother, and when Kakarot got bitchy, he often got a earful of just which
one of the two of them (Goku or Bulla) was the full-blooded full-female
Saiyan.
And
that’s what they were doing right now.
“I
want the last of the cereal! And I am
the child here, So I AM going to EAT it!”
“Well,”
this was the full grown one of them, “I’m the mother and I think I should get
to EAT it.”
“I’m
still growing. You’re already full
grown!”
“Well,
I’m pregnant.”
“Well,
isn’t that great for you. Maybe you
shouldn’t have done that if you knew there was going to be a cereal
shortage.” She tugged the box of cereal
out of her mother’s hand and purposefully poured it into her bowl. Accepted the milk from Takashi, who grinned
weakly at his mother.
Kakarot,
then, turned to look at Vegeta and started to pout. Goten was sitting on his shoulder, and he pouted too, patted his
mother on the head and purred a sad little purr (sort of like that violin
effect they put in sobby movies.) The
melodrama was going to gag him. He
grabbed another box of cereal from the cabinet and tossed it to his mate. Stayed far, far away from that mess. Drank his coffee, and when Bulma came into
thtchetchen, ruffled her son’s hair (Trunks, by the way, was not dealing with
his future mate’s unending devotion to his mother) and stood next to him. He handed her a cup of coffee. She accepted it, moved far away from
him. (Having learned from before that
nobody stood within three foot of Kakarot’s mate.)
“Hey,”
she said to him when she was a safe distance away, “Isn’t that horrible first
two months over?” She yawned. Sniffed the air.
Oh,
he shared that apprehension with her.
He wanted these hectic two months to be over. They were absolutely the worst part of pregnancy. No sex.
Lots of bitching. And then, one
day, it all changed. And there was sex
all the time and no bitching, and when he regained his senses two months later,
the pregnancy was pretty much over.
Then the birthing followed by a year without sex. Maybe six months since no women were going
to get pregnant with their children this time.
“Not yet,” was what he said to her.
“Hey!” That was Bulla, “That was my muffin!” And then she moved to attack Takashi, who
was chomping on the muffin with a grin.
But Kakarot grabbed her by the tail, and she was paused in
mid-spring. This, naturally, did not
deter her, because she raised her hands and shot ki blasts at him. “Bastard!”
Bardock
intervened on his brother’s behalf.
Caught the blasts. “Stop it,” he
said. Then smacked Takashi on the back
of the head.
“What
are we going to do with them?” Bulma asked.
“You are so not leaving them all with me for two months.”
Vegeta
snorted. “The brood will probably go
with Kakarot’s brat. You can keep the
little ones.”
“And
the two of you?”
“Considering
last time we blew up part of your building…”
“Uh,”
Bulma said, “No. Goku did because you
were an asshole. Or not an
asshole. Or whatever.”
“As
I was saying,” he snapped, “We will probably avoid structured buildings.”
“Just
stay away from the natural rain forests, there are so few of them left.” She set the empty cup in the sink and moved
over to start clearing the table. “Why
don’t all of you go get dressed?” They
left—except Goten who was still on his father’s shoulder. She picked up their bowls and their
plates. Wiped up the table, and dropped
the dishes into the sink. “Please tell
me you’re taking them out.”
The
door opened, Gohan entered. He was much
taller than he had been three years ago.
Heetchetched, looked at the mournfully empty table. “Where’s breakfast?” he asked.
“At
your house,” Vegeta said.
Gohan
gave him an ugly look and then sighed.
“You rely on me to take care of the brood, and you don’t even feed me.”
“We
stopped being responsible for you when you stopped living in our house,” that
was Goku’s comment. He stood up, lifted
his littlest one off his shoulder and the boy curled up in his hand, rested his
tiny face against his father and didn’t even pause in his purring.
Gohan
raised his eyebrows, bit his lip and shifted.
Didn’t say a single word in defense or retaliation. Waited a few moments and then cleared his
throat. “So, is it just the brood
today? I mean, it doesn’t look like
Goten’s going anywhere.” Nobody
answered him. Bulma shook her head
sadly. Left the room to go get dressed.
The
brood reappeared, with Trunks among their ranks. Even though he was much lighter than Gogeta had been, he fit with
them just the same way. And Bardock had
his arm slung over the little shoulders, chattering away at him about this new
move that he wanted to teach his brother.
The four of them left, leaving Gohan to either follow them omainmain
behind.
When
they were gone, and it was just Goten—sleeping—and the mated pair, Kakarot
sighed. “Poor Trunks. I wish he could come back and tell me
everything’s alright.”
“If
he doesn’t then you know everything is fine,” Vegeta said. “What are you going to do?”
“Sit
on my ass and stare at the ceiling.”
Ah. Well, as long as he wasn’t going to be
bitchy.
~~~~~***
Goku
smelled it first. Felt like dancing
around and shouting out his sheer happiness to everyone that had ears to
hear. Found that the only ones standing
around in hearing range would probably either already know or not care. So he just sighed. Continued to sit, and focused on willing the lust-smell to get
stronger. Felt Goten stir against his
chest, lift his sleepy head, and he looked at his father, narrowed his little
eyes.
Yawned. “Okay,” he said, “Bye.” Spread his legs again. Felt his tail curl around his thigh, let it
run up and down the skin there. Vegeta
kissed him. Moved down, licked his
erection, and then, with just a single glance, closed his mouth around Goku as
he pushed two fingers into him.
And
Goku could not figure out which one he wanted more of first. Whimpered, again and again. Focused on keeping his legs as wide open as
they could be and rolled his head back, saw Bulma step into the living room,
drop her mouth open and leave again, muttering something like: “I’m too old for
this.” Like she was so ancient.
Vegeta
solved his dilemma of what to whimper for more, by moving away from his
erection, spreading his legs wider and pushing into him. That was good. Just like that. He
wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s back and immobilized him. Purred.
Felt the muscles tightening up, as Vegeta sucked on his chest. Yes, he was getting quite annoyed that he
was not being allowed to move, and soon, that anger would culminate, and he
would be pounding into Goku. (This was
the goal.)
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta said (as he was supposed to) let me go.
He shoved himself up, shrugged Goku’s arms away from him. Pulled out of him, grabbed his waist,
flipped him over, (broke the coffee table in the process) let Goku land on his
hands and knees on the floor. Pushed
back into him.
Goku
panted, grinned. Felt teeth sucking on
the mark on his back. Fist wrap around
his tail. The other hand just grabbed
his hip. And he used one hand to hold himself
up, moved the other one down and stroked himself.
Vegeta
started thrusting into him. Dug his
teeth into the skin on Goku’s back.
Goku
felt the slide in and out of him getting more slippery, felt himself get
tighter as Vegeta got harder and larger inside of him. Panted, grit his teeth. Tightened his hand around his erection and
thought that next time he would trap Vegeta under him and make the prince
scream out his name so loudly the birds in the sky would stop and take
notice.
Felt
everything pulling down, focusing inward where Vegeta was pushing into
him. All his instincts moved with it,
pushed back as he was pushed into, snarled and purred and panted. He thought briefly of the next two months of
this, and as the tension released, he was very glad that he had made that wish.
~~~~***
Didn’t
make the word limit. *Gasp* But all of you will forgive me, of
course. Because I update everyday, and
I already told you what tomorrow’s lemon will be! (Screaming ‘Geta.)
Gk: Yeah LUST CYCLE! Lets all
sing: Lust cycle!
Vegeta: I like it.
Bulma: I’m going to need so much therapy by the time we get done with
this.
Gk: OH MY KAMI! You’ve never been in these notes before!
Bulma: Sorry. Trying to think of
whom I can sleep with.
Vegeta: Not one of us.
Bulma: Why not?
Gk: what do you mean WHY NOT?!?!
Jaygoose:
Yeah; Gogeta’s a wimp. He will always be one.
(BUUUUT, yoneyone keep your eyes out and read Frosting chronicles… the next chapter is going to kick off an
actual plot-filled sequel-type thing to this fic.)
Mechanical Butterfly
Thanks. But
don’t die.
Oh; and I’m working on that Bardock is the only one
of all the Super Saiyans floating about that is the actual ‘born’ super
saiyan. (I don’t think I’ll actually
say this in the fic. So it’s not a
spoiler.) So he is supposed to be scary
and impressive.
Getarian
I cannot say that he’ll have them after he gives
birth to Kakarot & Vegita. But he
still has them now. (But, the Dragon
couldn’t take them because he was pregnant, so there’s a good chance he’ll get
to keep them.)
Aarika
Goodness! I
wrote a whole story about Goten & Trunks (from this universe.) And of course they’re going to get
together! I love it when they do.
Luna
Yep. Lust
Cycle here we come. *erg, horrible pun.*
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