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I Made You a Snack	By : Anatra Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s Notes to self and others: I don�t own DBZ, I just use the characters and twist them into my
own personal fantasies. All I have is a crapload of action figures, and some
VHS/DVD box-sets. Oh! And my Vegeta wall scroll! He gets to watch me at night�.

Warning: I�m
a yaoi fangirl. Meaning, I like male on male pairings. If you don�t�then I
suggest you start doing so, because there�s nothing better! U_u Goten/Trunks,
Vegeta/Goku are the main pairings. Err�.I just realized that this may
turn slightly incestual. But since there will be no mpreg in my fic, the risk
of inbreeding is gone so I dosee see any issues.

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�So that�s why I think that it�s a great
opportunity for both of us to study under more experienced players Trunks!� Goten
finished. He had been talking for the better part of half an hour, trying to
explain his reasoning for wanting to do a non-safeworded scene for the rest of
the week.

Trunks was still incredulous that Goten
would dare suggest such a thing, especially considering that he refused to tell
him who the other pair playing with them would be. �I�m NOT doing it Goten!� he
hissed vehemently. �I trust you to make good, safe, and SANE decisions! How do
you know these people are safe!? I bet you met them on that kami-dammed chat room
didn�t you!?� the lavender-haired demi accused.

Goten rolled his eyes, �No Trunks-kun, I
did not meet them on a chat room of any sort. I�d trust these people, they�re
very good at what they do.� He murmurs, running his tongue briefly over his dry
lips at the mere memory of what he�d walked in on. Yeah, so it was his dad and
a man who had been like a father to him? Who cared? Goku had hardly ever been
there during Goten�s childhood, and Goten had always admired and revered Vegeta
so he had little inhibitions about doing a scene with the two decidedly sexy
men. He sighed a bit unhappily, �And I want you to trust me and the decisions I
choose to make for us!�

Trunks raised an eyebrow, giving his friend
a good hard glare. �I trust you Goten�it�s these randoms I don�t like the idea
of! Why do we need to introduce others into our relationship!?� he demanded,
rather upset with the idea of having to share his mate with anyone else.
�What�s wrong with the way we had it!?� he asked, obviously distraught.

The black-haired man sighed, �It wasn�t
enough Trunks-kun! I�want something more for us, and I promise you�ll love
it�we�ll both get so much out of it. Anyway�if you�re super-uncomfortable, I�ll
see that and we can stop, you know that right!?� he asked his rather nervous uke
who was still looking disgruntled.

The younger saiyajin prince growled,
�Fine�but I�m gonna kick your ass into the next dimension if you�ve made a bad
call on this.� He states firmly, �I refuse to be humiliated in front of some
weakling bakas!� Trunks hissed, slightly enraged.

Goten giggled slightly. �Truunnks!� he
teased, �You�ll be a weakling too Koi�don�t forget, you�ll be wearing the ki-suppressing
collar�� he pointed out. Trunks snorted but his friend continued, way�way�it�s
not about brute strength, but instead, the strength of thed bed between the
master and submissive, and the attitude towards the role that each possesses!�
He finished, rather proud of his inspirational words. �I should write a book�
he mused to himself before looking over to see how his friend reacted to this.

Trunks simply stuck out his lower lip and
pouted, still not too pleased. �You�re a baka.� He states sulkily. Goten
grinned and took that as an accord to his request.

�Great! Don�t worry Trunks, you won�t
regret this!� Goten promised, �Now�lets get ourselves packed, ne?� the
black-haired demi asked excitedly, half bouncing in his seat on the bed. Trunks
just grinned at his mate and shook his head in amusement.

~~

�Would you hurry up Kakarotto!?� a rather
pissed off saiyajin prince demanded from his spot hovering near the ceiling. He
was currently adding extra wall brackets for suspension and bondage purposes
since he didn�t trust his mate with power tools. Goku sighed and flipped him
off, going back to swiffering the marble floor of the capsule �palace�. Vegeta
twitched and debated going down and literally drilling some respect into Kakarotto�s
head�but no, then he�d get the electric screwdriver rusty, and that wouldn�t be
good. With a heavy sigh, he went back to the instillations.

Once finished with the floor to Vegeta�s
specifications, Goku wandered into the dining room to check on the set-up in
there. He knew he�d be blamed if anything went wrong so he wanted things to be
as perfect as possible. Vegeta seemed super-excited about this, and Goku loved
to see his mate so energized about something besides sparring. His
musings were rudely interrupted as an enraged yell came from the other room as
the power tool obviously malfunctioned. �Coming Vegeta!� Goku called, tossing
the used swiffer pad into the trash and darting through the door. Surveying his
master�s handiwork, Goku grinned, �Looks fine to me�what happened?� he asked
curiously, bright eyes wide with their usual innocence.an>

Vegeta simply fumed, �Any pea-brained idiot
could see that it�s crooked!� the prince pointed out, failing wildly at the
badly placed bracket. Goku just blinked at him stupidly. Vegeta took three
calming breaths� he couldn�t very well teach the boys anything if he killed his
own sub before anything actually happened.

�But Vegeta�. It looks fine to me�nobody
else will notice, you�re just a perfectionist!� Goku stated, plastering the
usual Son grin over his features. Vegeta simply twitched and decided to ignore
the other full-blooded saiyajin until the boys were supposed to arrive. Goku
shrugged and looked around the room to try and spot anything missing, out of
place or needing extra spit and shine. Everything looked good, much to his
delight. �Maybe there�s time for a snack�� he mused before heading towards the
kitchen.

~~

Trunks shook his head, �No bloody way am I
wearing that in public!� he stated, folding his arms over his chest in the
typical �pissed off saiyajin prince� pose and simply glowered at his friend. Goten
smirked at him and nodded. Trunks spluttered, �But Goten!!! It�s gonna look
stupid!� the demi-brat complained, eyeing the �outfit� suspiciously.

Goten sighed, �Lots of subs wear this kind
of thing�and I want you looking your BEST! I just know this�ll bring out the
color of your hair!� he purred and leaned in to nuzzle the of of his mate�s
head. He pushed the purple-leather harness and thong combination towards Trunks
again, �Go put it on�I�m not asking again.� He stated more firmly this time,
voice brooking no disagreement. The other demi gave a resigned sigh and grabbed
the outfit unhappily, trudging out of the room into his bathroom to change,
cursing in saiyago the entire time. Ahh the things you can learn from your
father. The seme laughed, �Don�t make me come in there and wash your naughty
mouth out with soap Trunks-kun, those are terrible things to say about your
beloved master!� he called as he tried to keep the amusement out of his voice.

The lavender-haired saiyajin simply
twitched and stuck his hand out the door. The hand promptly gave Goten the
finger then receded again. A few moments, many expletives, and the sound
of a strangled yelp (somebody caught sight of their reflection in the mirror),
later, Trunks emerged fully dressed. Perhaps dressed wasn�t the correct term.
Accessorized was probably a better description. A purple-leather body harness
showed off the boy�s impressive build while the soft leather thong covered
enough to tease. The undergarment choice of course left very little to the
imagination, just the way Goten liked it. �You look delicious.� The
black-haired demi purred, grinning lustily at his submissive. �If we weren�t
almost late for the meeting�.I�d want you right here, and right now.� He stated
before reaching over to the bedside table to grab the ki-collar.

�Ready?� he asked his friend.

Frowning, Trunks debated the merits of
giving in to Goten�s wishes. He still wasn�t sure about his master�s decision
of introducing other people into their relationship, but with a resigned sigh,
bowed his head in order to let Goten collar him, sealing his fate. After the
lock clicked shut, he�d have no choice but to go along with what the others
wanted. The fatal snap of the collar around his neck snapped him back to
reality and Trunks whimpered slightly. Goten smiled and handed him his long
coat. �Ready to go? We�re taking the car there, but even-so this�ll cover you
up till we get there�� he states, still grinning like the hentai he was.
Trunks huffed but put the long over-coat on and trudged wearily to the
door and heading downstairs.

His grandmother waved at him from the
kitchen, �Trunks!!! Where are you going!? I made some cookies do you and Goten
want some!?� the perky blonde woman asked, whipping a tray full of fresh
cookies out of nowhere and offering them to the blushing youth.

Goten came up behind Trunks, put a
restraining hand on his shoulder and gripped it firmly, �Err�thanks Mrs.
Briefs�.but we were about to go out�maybe you could package a couple up for
us?� he asks giving her the classic clueless son smile. The woman squealed with
delight at this suggestion and bustled off to wrap her baked goods up.

A few moments later the perky woman
re-emerged with a large box, tied up with ribbon. �Here ya go hun!� she
chirped, putting the box into Trunks� hands and then ruffling the still
blushing boy�s hair. �You boys enjoy yourselves!� she told them sternly before
laughing and wandering back to her native habitat in the kitchen.

Trunks sighed, �Well THAT was awkward�thank
kami she didn�t ask us to sit down and take our coats off while we waited.� He
said, releasing a breath he didn�t even know he�d been holding. Goten just
laughed and said something about mentioning that to Dende on their next visit
to the lookout. Trunks twitched and allowed himself to be led to the car and
ushered in to the passenger seat, the cookies on his lap. Goten tossed his
massive bag of �goodies� into the back and plopped himself into the driver�s
seat, doing up his seatbelt, and then Trunks� considering the other boy still
hadn�t done his up.

�Why do YOU get to drive!?� Trunks demanded
sulkily, �It�s MY car!� he pointed out, bright blue eyes glaring daggers at his
dominant. Goten just smirked at him and put the keys into the ignition,
refusingeveneven credit Trunks� question with an answer. This caused the
lavender-haired youth to pout even more heavily. He stopped however when he
started noticing them taking a familiar path through the countryside. ��Ten�?�
he asked, peering suspiciously out the window. �Where�re we goin�?�

Goten smirked, �To the BDSM palace.� He
stated calmly, keeping his eyes and his attention on the road. �Now quiet�I
don�t want you to speak again unless I give you permission. I won�t have you
acting up in front of the other dominant when we get there�� the black-haired demi
warned, glaring at his pet sternly. �I promise you it will be something you�ll
come to regret greatly should it happen.�

Trunks gulped slightly but stayed silent.
He didn�t want to piss Goten off before they arrived. This �retraining� session
was going to be bad enough as it was without an angry Dom being in charge of
things. He was broken out of his thoughts as the car pulled to a stop right
outside a strange capsule house. Frowning, Trunks peered to check the style and
product number as he wasn�t familiar with this particular design. The teen
wasn�t given the chance as a leash was clipped to his collar and he was forced
to leave the car or suffer being choked.pan>pan>

�Leave your coat here Trunks�� Goten
ordered, stripping out of his own outer clothing and tossing it into the back
seat. Trunks licked his lips hungrily at the sight of his master decked out in
gorgeous black leather. High buckle boots rose to mid-calf over a pair of
skin-tight leather pants. A sleeveless turtleneck matched the pants perfectly
and gave Goten more sex appeal then the boy would ever need. A black leather
belt hung about his hips with several clips on the side for hanging various
toys. With a smirk, Goten grabbed his bag out of the back seat and dropped it
on the ground in front of him. Reaching in to find several accessories, he
selected a suede whip dubbed the �Sueden Maiden� and attached it to his belt.
�Much better.� He stated in a satisfied tone. Grabbing his jacket out of the
bag, he slipped into it, adjusting the various buckles to let it hang loose on
his frame. �Trunks�heel.� He ordered, zipping up the bag and heading towards
the door, tugging on Trunks� leash.

~~

Vegeta�s head snapped up at the feeling of
the boy�s ki approaching. Trunks must already be collared. The prince shuddered
slightly, still uneasy with the idea of his own son being an uke. Oh well, he
supposed it did not really matter as long as Goten was able to handle him.
�SLAVE!� he called out into the kitchen, �Get your ass out here, our company�s
arrived!� Goku scampered to heed Vegeta�s order and fell to his knees beside
his master just in time to hear the knock at the door.

Goten shifted rather nervously. True,
Trunks would be the one here for extra training, but he too would be under
heavy scrutiny. �Be good. Make me proud.� He whispered again and smiled at
Trunks� shaky nod from where he crouched on the doormat. Both boys drew in a
hesitant breath as the door opened to reveal the Prince of All Saiyajins, Vegeta.
Trunks� cerulean eyes widened in shock. If it weren�t for Goten�s sudden hard
grip on his hair, he would have toppled unconscious. The sharp bite of pain
brought him back to reality and he stopped himself from bursting out various
expletives and embarrassing himself and his master. Goten�s grip slackened and
he stroked Trunks� head reassuringly.

�Greetings Vegeta-san.� Goten offered,
voice steady. �I wish to present to you my pet, Trunks.� He stepped to the side
and nudged Trunks forward with his booted foot. �Say hello Trunks�� he urged
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