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 second part of 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?



Once again, before you read this section of the story, I will reiterate the previously mentioned advisory. So I do not 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. 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 2: Trunks’ Dream

Chapter 1: The Chamber of Time and Souls

Part A: The Showers

Part B: The Dream

Part C: Realization

Parts to come later on in this story’s series:

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 2:

Trunks’ Dream

Chapter 1:

The Chamber of Time and Souls



After the little… “show” that he saw in his mother and father’s room, Trunks’ perception of his father had changed, but not that much…He saw him not just as a victim, a hero and a powerful and admirable man, he saw him also as….a gorgeous and perfectly crafted being. He had seen his father naked before but what he had seen that night….

It just goes to prove to him that his father is perfect in everyway…even in that way. He had seen the look his mother made when his father took her…in several different positions too…His father had shoved the woman off himself and thrown her onto her stomach, not quite so gently either. She gave a faint cry of protest, or at least she went to, but was silenced when he placed himself behind her, on his knees and grasped her hips and with a hard yank back, he buried himself back in, full hilt.

She seemed to become a puddle of goo in his arms as the man began to piston his hips into her. Driving his fairly large manhood into and out of her body without abandon as he wrapped strong and calloused hands about the woman’s breasts and squeezed wantingly. He’d grunt and groan with each hard plunge into her body as a thin sheen of sweat began to appear upon both of their bodies.

Not long after this, the man must have gotten bored of this position because he once again withdrew and sat back, as if thinking about what to do now.

Although Trunks didn’t know this, they had already tried missionary, doggy and riding, and Vegeta still hadn’t reached that one certain point…He wanted more…he was insatiable. He would smirk and would slide out of the bed as he yanked the woman to the edge.

Once at the edge, he turned her around so she was on her back and her head was dangling over the side of the bed, between his powerful thighs. He would “help her” part her lips, in other words he’d pry her lips open and then shoved more than half his length into her lips as he licked his lips softly. The woman didn’t even bother to protest this time, she just let him do this.

The woman then began to slip her lips up and down that meaty length as Trunks, unknown to them, watched.

He watched after inch after hot throbbing inch of that meaty erection slid out of the woman’s lips as the man gave the smallest of rolls of his hips, as small grunts left his lips. “Heh…you’re good at this…” He’d complement the woman on her good work and she’d reply by grasping his hips and yanking him closer, and taking him in deeper.

But how did it feel? That was the question he wanted answered. He stood now, outside the house, from time to time he thought about going back inside but those heated memories kept coming back to him. He also had another question…It was a bit stranger than the first…how did it taste? He had seen his mother sucking on the thing as if it was the first thing she had in her lips after several weeks of fasting.

“What are you doing boy?” He heard that gruff voice and he’d turn his head, to peer over his shoulder. There stood the prince of all saiya-jins, his long destroyed predecessors. The man that he admired and loved with every inch of his body.

“Nothing, sir.” He didn’t call him “dad”, nor did he call him by his name. That would be disrespectful and disrespecting him was like signing a death warrant; also, Trunks wanted to remain on his father’s good side, since he knew his father could hold a grudge for years.

For example, Goku, or Kakarotto as Vegeta calls him, becoming super saiya-jin before he did.

“Get up then. You’re going to be my training partner.” The man said and it wasn’t a question, it was an order, there was no saying “no” to this.

“Yes, sir.” He stood and turned to his father, the prince and just gave him a tiny bow as the man smirked, his ego inflating a bit.

Trunks picked up a strange scent as he bowed, being so close to Vegeta, a familiar one…His father smelled just like that day…The day he had watched his parents in their room…that same thick and yet sweet smell was in the air now as powerfully as it was then. It seems it wasn’t long ago that his mother and father relived that act, most likely no more than a few minutes ago he guessed…

Now he was angry at himself that hadn’t gone inside….That would have been a good chance to see his father again…in all his glory…and question himself, how does it feel?



Part A:

The Showers



Vegeta didn’t even let him run inside and say good-bye to his mother, or take a shower or change his clothes, he just told him to follow him and off they went.

The fly over to the Kami Lookout was a rather quiet one, though from time to time, Trunks’ mind would drift off…back to that day…that scent…his father…and he’d blush. His father would notice this from time to time and in his head of course he thought the boy was thinking about some girl or...hell some boy, he didn’t matter who his son was with as long as (1) it wasn’t one of Kakkarot’s children and (2) if it was a boy, that his son was the top, not the bottom; he refused to have a bitch for a son.

After two hours or so the pair was soon at the tower, and upon arriving, they walked to the Time Chamber doors; they had full access to the chamber whenever they wanted, because they were, well at least Goku was, close to the owner of the tower.

The Chamber of Time and Souls, or the Time Chamber for short, is a very strange place, for several reasons. Reason number one, it was technically a separate dimension. Not wanting to go into the many theories that scientists have made up over the past century or so that there are multiple dimensions that make up different planes, the Chamber was a separate plane from the normal one; no-one had to ask for explanation, they just had to see it and they understood and dropped the subject. Reason number two, this rule ties in with reason number one, as does reasons three and four, the chamber is a never-ending run of white. On all sides all there is to see is white. There is no sky, and the ground is also white. White on white on white, and it went on forever and smack-dab in the middle of all that mundane white, is a small pair of buildings. Building number one held the kitchen, the sleeping quarters and the pantry with all the food while building number two held the bathroom. The sleeping quarters were standard; it had two queen-sized four-poster, canopy beds. The beds were made of dark wood and were shrouded in silky, soft colored curtains that created a canopy that can be closed in case someone wanted some privacy. The bathroom consisted of a group shower, claw foot porcelain tub, a hot tub (in case the tub didn’t suit their needs and wanted to relax from a long day of training) and the usual commodes. Reason number three, although the separate dimension seemed to go on forever, and appeared to have enough space to hold hundreds, if not thousands of people, only two people can enter the chamber at a time or risk the door disappearing on their side and have them be trapped in there forever. Finally, reason number four, time was slower. At the front of the building there were two gigantic hour glasses. One of which had sand pouring down, the other had sand pouring up. These revealed the passage of time. Time was so slow in this place that while twenty four hours, an entire day, goes past outside this chamber an entire year goes past inside. Three-hundred and sixty-five days, or eight-thousand seven-hundred and sixty hours or five hundred-twenty-five thousand six-hundred minutes or thirty-one-million five-hundred-thirty-six-thousand seconds, all of that passes inside, and only twenty four hours passed outside.

“Do whatever the hell you want; I’m taking a shower…” The prince muttered coldly as the door of the Chamber of Time and Spirits shut slowly behind him. He then, arms crossed at his chest, walked towards the building with the showers.

The boy was going to sit down at first and just stare at the air but…when the sound of running water hit his ears, that idea flittered out of his mind like an escaped canary and died like an unchurched god.

As quietly as he could, he would scurry towards the shower building and peered inside as he bit his lip.

He did not have a clear view of what was inside; a thick layer of fog filled the area, wafting out from the group showers. But the longer he stared, the better he could see.

It wasn’t long before his eyes could make it out; the naked and dripping body of his father. The man was certainly a god, Apollo had nothing on him. Powerful, well-sculpted muscles that made the man look as if he was sculpted out of pure marble and bronze.

Water sliding down his naked body as it contoured with every single muscle on his father’s body. His hands sliding up along his naked frame as he spread a thick layer of soap along himself and that is when he saw it…That phallus and the heavy testicles under it…

It was magnificent…even when it was flaccid it was of fair-size…He had to get close to it…he had to…

He would slowly enter the building and made it clear that he was there as he cleared his throat and looked down, to make sure he didn’t stare. “Can…I join you…?” The boy questioned as the man’s eyes snapped open and he peered over at him with a faint look of contempt but he gave him a faint wave.

“Fine…you need a bath anyway. I won’t spar with someone who’s filthy…” He commented and went back to bathing himself.

He didn’t waste anytime at all. He soon had his shoes off, his socks flung halfway across the room but he slowed down so his father didn’t see how… “Enthusiastic” he was.

Though what he didn’t notice was that as he slid off his shirt, revealing his small naked body which had actually grown erect while he was watching his father shower, Vegeta had peered over at his son and if even for the smallest second; his eyes fell upon the small and maturing erection his son had sported.

The man looked away and the boy walked over to his father, standing next to him as he reached up to turn on the water, but was unable to reach. To his surprise the older man reached over and turned it on for him before going back to his own showering.



Part B

The Dream



How did he get here? He did not know…As a matter of fact, where was here? He did not know that either. He had found himself in a different place, there was a thick layer of fog hiding most of the view and he was having a tough time seeing around himself.

He was walking about, though he did not feel cold, even though his small body was adorned in just a pair of boxers. That is when he saw it, the large pair of hourglasses that told the time, one whose sand poured downward, and one whose sand poured up, defying all the laws of physics.

Well at least he knew where he was, outside the bed chamber building of the Chamber of Time and Souls but how did he get there? The last he remembered he was getting ready for bed and here he was, in this place.

He was now about to go back inside and lay down in bed when he saw it, from the corner of his eye. He saw a shadowy silhouette; it was the shadowed form of his father…

The man was motioning him to go over to him and he would, without protest, begin to walk over to him. When he got up to the man, the man would look down at him and gave him that smirk, the one that would cause most women, some men and even Trunks to just melt into a puddle of very willing goo in his arms.

It was about this time that Trunks would notice something was off about him…It wasn’t the smirk, or the fact that he seemed to be happy to see Trunks…It was the fact that his father was naked. His muscular, god-like frame was bare and exposed for Trunks’ eyes to take in, every last detail. The last place his eyes fell upon was that man’s groin…That wanted phallus had grown erect; a fat, heated and throbbing cock that just begged for attention.

As if the man knew what he was staring at, the man would then kneel down before him and would lift the boy up into his arms and…began to feel around.

His hands, much larger than Trunks’ own were sliding up and down Trunks’ back, massaging his lower back as the man began to walk towards the bedchambers. Once inside, the man walked past Trunks’ bed and walked up to his own as he placed the boy down and sat down in the bed with him.

Without a word he’d lift the boy up and onto his lap as he had the boy straddled on his lap, facing away from himself as he leaned in.

Trunks’ cheeks flushed a dark red as he felt the man’s hot breathe falling softly onto the nape of his neck and then he felt those warm lips wrap about that same spot as the man began to kiss, suckle and nip there. Those actions drew a hitched gasp from the boy and what made it even worst was the man’s hand was now getting into the action.

The man’s hand had grasped the boy’s boxers and with the easiest of movements, flung them to the ground, as they lay forgotten on the tile floor, as he revealed his son’s naked body and that maturing erection that he sported. Between the boy’s slender thighs, standing proud was his father’s own much larger manhood.

The boy’s lips parted and he let out a loud moan of pure sinful bliss as the man’s hand had slid down to wrap about both his and Trunks’ erection and began to squeeze, grope and nimbly slide his fingers up and down both of their shafts.

The sensation he got from this was indescribable and all that could be said was that this was pure and utter heavenly bliss.

Vegeta had moved and had left behind a trail of slow kisses, gentle nips and suckles up his neck, to the base of his ear as his tongue slid out past his lips and ran up along the boy’s earlobe, tracing it out completely.

“T...Tousan…” The boy whimpered out as the man’s hand continued to massage both of their lengths. Both of their lengths gently sliding along one another with each stroke as he gave the boy a thick wanting growl that caused the boy to gasp out loud as his lips parted and a soft, but growing moan escaped. “I….I can’t….I have to…” The boy whimpered as his body began to writhe about. He felt something strange, he had felt something like this before, once when he had been watching his parents when he….well he had been doing then what his father was doing to him now, that’s all that had to be said.

“Go ahead…” The man whispered into his ear, as he purred almost and his grip around their lengths grew a bit tighter. “Do it…Heh…I want a taste…”

It was that statement that sent him over the edge as the boy cried out and threw his head back. He gripped the sheets just as…



Part C

Realization



…he came.

He gave a faint mutter and looked around. The fog had gone and he wasn’t in his father’s bed but in his own. The gossamer curtains were drawn shut and a thin sheen of sweat covered most of his small body. He sat up and felt his stomach, where he picked up a bit of a sticky sensation.

It had been a dream, all of it…That alone gave him a bit of a sad feeling but, the more he thought about the dream, the more he hoped he had it again.

He would get out of the bed, sliding out between the curtains and peering over at his father’s own bed, staring at the closed curtains as he made his way over towards the dresser where he could get changed, he didn’t want to wear messy boxers all night.

That dream, it had felt so real…He was actually wishing it had been real…He wanted it to be real…

He looked over towards his father’s bed, shrouded in those soft curtains.

I will make sure it becomes real…The thought ran through his mind.



((Author’s Note: I really hope you all enjoyed reading the second installment of “Daisuki Tousan, Saiya-jin no Ouji.” As I have mentioned before, this shall be a three-part story. I hope to receive a lot of comments on this one. Positive, or negative, I will accept both. Please tell me what you think of the story.

I hate to repeat myself but, the rest of the “Daisuki” series will be kept on hold until I receive the fan comments. By fans, I mean the readers. If you want me to continue on with the stories, and have them posted here, I will. If not, I will continue but they will be posted elsewhere. I do not want to disappoint anyone, so that choice is up to you.

The list is pretty short right now, but the stories that will come later on in the series include: “Daisuki Onii-chan” which is a pairing of Chibi Goten and Teen Gohan, “Daisuki Picco-kun” which is a pairing between Gohan and Piccoro as well as Goku and Piccoro, and “Daisuki Minna” this one is actually a story between Gohan, Goku and Goten.

If anyone has any ideas on couples that I can write stories on, please e-mail me or tell me over AIM, MSN or Yahoo. My E-mail is PaperAlchemistTerri@yahoo.com, my AIM is VTarnishedAngelV, my yahoo ID is PaperAlchemistTerri and my MSN hotmail account is TornPaperAlchemist@hotmail.com. Please send me any ideas on pairings or situations and such.

I hope you enjoy the previous installments and the final one, which I am hoping to post up soon. I also hope you enjoy the series, which Ill post up here if you wish. ))