Even More Of Us
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Even More Of Us
Sequel
to “More of Us.”
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
*Gratuitous usage of purring. *
Mpreg. AU; naturally.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
DBZ manga.
But I do own the following birth certificates:
Bardock, Gogeta, Takashi and Bulla.
~~~**
It
started at midnight. Vegeta could smell
it getting stronger, hear it in the way Kakarot was purring while he
slept. And he cringed to think of
it. Because it was too dangerous.
that all that vaccine was worthless.
That Kakarot still died. And
something else that was in the deadened blue eyes but not passing the chapped
lips. Something about the scar on his
shoulder and the missing tail. Little
teeth had put Trunks’ scar in place, and you could see, in the rings, how Goten
had grown up, how he had marked his mate again and again.
through it as a parallel line, as if someone had tried to X it out.
And the way that boy had looked at him with a haunted expression, shook
in fear without meaning to. Something
horrible had happened to the kid.
Something Vegeta couldn’t prevent.
Something
apparently only Trunks could stop.
Vegeta
sat up on the bed, stared at the darkness, thought about his whole life from
the first thing held rld remember.
Thought of how worthless a lifetime of obsession had been.
hadn’t ever beaten Kakarot. He probably
never would. But now that he was here,
in the man’s heart, in his life, he couldn’t imagine what else he could ever
want. The smell got stronger, he
pinched his nose, tried to think of a way to keep them from giving in to
instinct. Because if Kakarot was in
danger of dying he was not going to risk the life of an unborn baby.
there was no fighting instinct. It had
beaten them last time, and he was certain they would fall to it this time as
well.
He
got up, pulled on a pair of worn shorts, and went to watch his children
sleep. Stared at his youngest son,
sleeping all curled up around Goten, watched him smile in his sleep, pull
closer to his future mate, and at the same time, he heard the grown-up version
walk up behind him and look over his shoulder at the same sight.
“Goku
never did get over seeing us sleeping naked,” Trunks said, “It took him three
hours to explain to Goten and me what he had done with the wish.
mother, and Goku took him to see Chichi.
The bitch didn’t even acknowledge Goten as her son.
had lost his mommy.” Trunks
sighed. “He came back and that was the
first time we really bonded. Life was
always easier when we were together.”
“If
Goten was seven when Kakarot took him, why did you come back now?”
Trunks
laughed—it was the most horrible dead sound.
“Because I’m lying. Goten never
saw Chichi. He was ten when he bit me.
and he was killed before the babies were born.” He turned to walk away.
Vegeta
watched him. Wanted to ask him why he
would lie, and at the same time he couldn’t think of a single reason why the
boy would want to tell the truth if it was horrible as it seemed.
hallway. She stared at him.
“What
are you doing up, Vegeta?”
“Kakarot
is going into season again,” he said, “I’m not sure we should have anymore.”
She
stared at him. Then moved forward and
hugged him—even though his arms were crossed over his chest, even though he
didn’t move as she did. And she promised
him: “I’ll find a way to stop whatever happens, I swear.
you’ll be finding another place to do it.
Because I remember what you did to Goku’s house.”
Hn.
hallway and then gave one last look at his sleeping son, closed the door and
swore on his own life that he would find a way to save his family.
~~~~~~~**
Goku
considered himself to be an average male, and a Saiyan, so waking up horny was
nothing new to him. The fact that he
woke up purring like a tiger with his hips aching, hungry for chocolate and
horny was a bit disconcerting.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Even
more so, the fact that Vegeta wasn’t there was disturbing.
thoughts deconstruct into very simple desires.
Sex. Food.
In whatever order got him Sex and Vegeta first.
But
it wasn’t time for that! He tried to say.
Those stupid ass androids were supposed to show up and try to kill
him. They were supposed to poison his
body and make him die. Destroy the
world. And he didn’t have time to…
Vegeta
was coming back in the room, mostly naked, smelling absolutely heavenly.
Goku a dead glare. “We are not making
more babies. You’ll just have to deal
with that.”
Whine.
Purr. Goku thought of how
pathetic he looked. But it didn’t
matter, because Vegeta was sighing—that sigh that usually meant he was on the
verge of giving into something he didn’t want to. Then the Prince kissed him, ran strong fingers through his hair,
and trilled for him.
“It’ll
be worse this time,” Vegeta told him, “Because until we give in, you’ll get
more and more focused on mating. It
could take weeks for it to pass. But
until we beat these androids, we aren’t going to do anything.”
Well,
happy good morning to you too. Goku
whined, but forced himself off the bed, into his clothes, shot glares at his
mate, thought he was being extremely unfair, but understood at the same
time. And desperately wished that those
stupid ass androids would show up today.
So he could beat them into the ground and be done with it.
Waking
up the brood was hard, considering he was back to constant purring.
was vibrating like motor engine. Vegeta
did the honors, then, and the whole line of six little Saiyans was standing in
the hallway, dressed—except Goten who was still trying to get into his
shirt—and they all waited for their father to tell them what to do.
tangled in his shirt and Goku took pity on him and helped him.
When
they got to the kitchen, the grown-up Trunks was already there, standing
sta
staring out the back door. His clothes
were filthy, but he refused to change.
The sword he had last time was gone, and there were bloodstains all over
him. Bruises on the back of his
neck—which you could see through his hair in the right light—bruises on his
elbows, he shifted off his left leg all the time. Someone had beaten the bloody hell out of this kid.
Goku
would kill whoever did it.
Vegeta
was directing the brood, attempting to teach them table manners, and Goku smiled
briefly because he realizeat wat was a worthless endeavor, then stood next to
Trunks and looked out the door with him.
“When?” he asked, lowly, under the purring.
“If
Mom remembers it right, today.” Trunks said, all without look at Goku, without
even moving his lips, just a whisper in the stillness of the morning, a death
certificate that Trunks had already seen and Goku felt a part of him dying
already. Because something truly
horrible happened when he was gone.
“And
you don’t know how?”
“Mom…
Your body was destroyed before Mom
could get a sample of the heart virus that killed you and without a sample she
couldn’t make a vaccine.” He dropped
his gaze to the floor. “The strains
were different.”
Goku
left him standing there, rubbed his hips, considered eating a lot of chocolate,
thought that would not be the best idea, because he didn’t really want to have
a stomach ache while he fought. He
stood at Bulma’s side at the stove, whispered to her, low enough that Vegeta
couldn’t hear him. “If I die, make sure
you figure out what killed me. Fix it
somehow and send Trunks back with the cure.”
~~~~**
Trunks
would have cried. But he was a big boy
now, and they didn’t cry. He knew Goku
was standing there at his side, smelled the fertile smell he was giving off,
and wondered if that was the reason the vaccine didn’t work.
included, was the reason there was no cure found. It was Gohan that had saved them, after all, because the boy had
been smart enough to recognize the rage in Vegeta. He’d scooped up his younger siblings and dragged them all
away. Except Bardock who had sat at his
mother’s side, staring and blank-eyed.
Never crying. But rage, just
like his father, and the boy had turned Super Saiyan there.
that had spared the planet, because Bardock had stopped the ki blast from
pummeling straight through the planet.
Flew to his father, swore that together the two of them would kill the
world. Slowly.
n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'> Trunks
remembered growing up without knowing what had happened.
made everything seem okay even if everyone had left them but Goten and
Gohan. In world where Gohan fought
everyday to bring them back what they needed to survive, to hide the truth from
them.
Today.
Today
started the nightmare.
~~~**
Lalalala!
for the next one!
Gk: Vegeta, If I’m going to die today I want sex first.
Vegeta: No.
Gk: why?
Vegeta: I will not sleep with you and then watch you die.
Getarian:
Don’t be
scared, silly. But yes, you can
be. You shouldn’t be, but you can
be. (does that make any sense?)
Jaygoose:
I have a
lot of practice writing multiple connected stories. Trust me; it’s not as impressive as it seems.
Mechanical Butterfly:
To tell
the truth; I generally get bored with writing just one fic.
and currently being worked on or I can’t focus on a single one.
androids. Let me know if I do, ok.
Aarika:
Of
course I’ll let you know what happens.
Besides the little’uns will only be evil if Trunks fails to stop
whatever’s going to happen.
Luna:
I can’t
pick a favorite from my little brood.
Too hard.
Squall-sama:
Unfortunately,
I can’t say for sure either way if it is a deathfic. That would be telling.