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Even More Of Us	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6580 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Even More Of Us
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
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Evene Ofe Of Us

Sequel
to �More of Us.�

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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.

~~~**

Goku
felt the explosion, even before the shock wave broke. There was an instant reaction, benefiting any full blooded
Saiyan. He turned towards the
explosion, became painfully aware that his children were all sitting behind
him. And Vegeta, and Bulma. He moved forward, not back, toward the
oncoming peril not away. Knowing that
this was his death he was flying toward.
But he trusted Trunks, because he�d been there every day of the boy�s
life for two years. Seen that he would
grow up and survive, despite everything.
And there was a fight out there; he was damn well going to go face it.

When
he got there, he was met with the ugliest looking man he had ever met. Who said his named as Dr. Gero and
yaddayaddablahblah. Why did earth
people have to talk so much? Just say:
I�m here to kill you. And get on with
it already! Then there was a big fat,
white blobby thing that turned out to be an android. 16 or 19 or something, he never was very good with numbers.

Vegeta
crossed his mind again, he wished that he was here, that whatever was going to
happen wouldn�t. That he would live and
they would have more children. That
Trunks would never get those bruises.
He prepared himself for the battle, braced against the tubby white thing
that flew at him. Unprepared for the
instant feeling of weakness that hit him just after the white thing got in
range. Fighting it was like being a
child again. He struggled against it,
felt weak and heavy and stupid. But it
was still slower than him, and a few well placed kicks, a Kamehameha or two,
and it was lying on the ground.

That
was when Trunks showed up. With
Bulma. She ran up to him, pricked his
skin and then gave him the sweetest, most concerned look. �I swear I�ll save you.� Then she moved out of the battlefield, back
to Trunks, to hide behind her future son.

His
chest hurt. Horribly. He pressed a hand to his chest, thought of
the children that he had nursed, and felt the pain as it spread. Blossomed out like a flower opening, down
his arms, down into his stomach. And he
heaved, trying to breath but couldn�t.
Couldn�t barely stand.

That
was when Vegeta showed up. Goku smiled
at him, felt his heart squeezing so tight together it must be the size of an
acorn. He was going to die of a heart
attack. Like a human. And then, it all gave out. He felt the ground but couldn�t see it, felt
Vegeta�s ki but couldn�t see his face.
He had died before, and this was that feeling.

~~~**

Vegeta
watched him stop breathing. He stopped
breathing. He was no longer
breathing. He had stopped. There was no breathing happening. And that little idiot punk from the future
had disappeared again!

Rage. He watched his oldest son run across the
field, watched the child that was not even three years old fall at his mother�s
side, dig his tiny knees into dirt, watched as the child stared, blank-eyed. Turned briefly, saw his other children,
standing in a line, sobbing into their hands, shaking and crying, and Gohan,
radiating power. Immense power.

But
all that power was a pinprick compared to the well inside of Vegeta. His mate was DEAD. That ugly bastard had killed him. Vegeta walked past the body, past his son, to where the Dr. Ugly
Ass, was cackling. Punched him. Just a reflex, really, not even that much
power went behind it. He watched the
old man stumble. Stupid hat fell off,
he landed on his back. Vegeta moved
closer, put one foot on his chest, over his heart, leaned down, grinned at the
man. Felt his soul slipping away. Kakarot had been his soul. Before that big baka there was nothing but
the need to be better. Now that he was
no longer breathing there was nothing but anger. And he pushed his leg down, powered up, felt the world go yellow,
felt the crackles of lighting all around him.
His foot when through the chest.
Crushed the heart, broke ribs into dust. He didn�t care. Hoped it
hurt. Hoped the idiot bastard lived
long enough to feel the pain. Then he
lifted his foot, shook the body off.
Turned. Stared at the android
that had infected his mate.

Something
pricked the back of his arm. He turned,
felt like a thing that was dead, and moving only through anger. Watched a woman that he thought he had once
known runninay fay from him. Saw a line
of Saiyans. Wondered who they
were. Thought that maybe he had once
known them. Then turned back to the android.

Smiled. Thought of how he was going to rip it apart
wire by wire. Moved forward. The thing tried to move, but it was no match
for Vegeta�s speed. He caught it by the
eyes, pushed his fingers through, felt the sting of electricity. Held the head still as he punched it, over
and over, leaving a dent. But Androids
didn�t bruise, and he felt bereft.
Anger was not being assuaged.

So
he pushed it down, face down, into the ground, stepped on the back of its head
as it struggled, rubbed that ugly white face in the dirt until it was
black. Like a bruise. Then he flipped it over, kicked it again and
again, not caring that it wasn�t fighting back really. Not caring that he was kicking a dead
thing. Not caring at all, because it
wasn�t breaking. It wasn�t
bleeding. It wasn�t gasping for its
last breath like his mate had.

It
wasn�t enough.

More
needed to die.

Much
more.

~~~~**

Trunks
brought Bulma. Watched her get the
required sampl blo blood, scooped her back up and dragged her back to the lab
at the same time he�the little one of him�and his siblings showed up. At the same time Vegeta appeared to see his
mate die. Begged all providence that
Vegeta didn�t destroy Goku�s body before Trunks got back. He kissed his mother, promised he would make
it all alright, and ran to the time machine.
Felt that explosion of power as Vegeta powered up.

Climbed
into the machine, pulled the top down, hit all the right buttons. Waited, sat back in his chair, thought
frantically of everything he remembered about that day. But another memory came�as they generally
did when he traveled through time�and he closed his eyes, let it break over
him. Smiled as a tear slid down his
face:

Goten
was purring. Soft skinned and
beautiful. Purring as he leaned on Trunks�
arm. Whined low in his chest, and
murmured little things. Like how much
he loved Trunks, how much he wanted him.
How reading and learning were worthless when they could be
shagging. Trunks smiled, kissed his
mate, heard the book slide off the bed and
thump against the floor as it was replaced with a smiling, naked Goten. Still so small. He had always been small.
Strong, muscled, but tiny in comparison to the rest of them. He was purring again, rumbling low in his
throat, in that way that made everything else so unimportant. Hell could break down their sanctuary and it
would not matter as long as his mate was here with him.

He felt the tail wrap around his own, felt his
fifteen year old hormones kick in. Felt
hot little hands on his erection, sly smirk on his mate�s face as those legs
opened for him, smooth and pale, inviting him in. And ad bad barely gotten his shirt off when Goten wrapped his
legs around him, freeing his erection from his boxers, and he was in his
love. In that warmth, the tightness,
the beautiful body. Goten ripped the
shirt for him, kneaded the muscles of his upper arms, purred and whimpered, but
didn�t move. They were new to this sex
thing. Goten was so young and so
small. Tight. And Trunks kissed him, waited for his love, felt the quickening,
the smoothness and the wetness of the passage he was inside. Kissed his mate�s facerywerywhere, ruffled
the dark hair, then moved down to suck on that neck. The perfect neck, and felt teeth break through the skin of his
shoulder. Felt legs pull him in
tighter, hands slip down to his waist to push him out and guide him. Felt the thighs against his skin, the way
they clenched and unclenched around him.

Kissed Goten again, tasted the blood in his mouth,
sucked on it, licked it from his mouth, from his teeth, braced himself with his
arms and started to thrust. Little
groans, and he growled in response, felt instinct rise, tried to push it away,
but it came anyway, and he was thrusting harder, meeting Goten as he shoved his
whole body into it, arching and sweating and sliding against him. Trunks sucked on the pink nipples, pressed
their bodies together, felt the erection against his stomach, the slickness all
around him. Felt their power levels�so
minute compared to their fathers�and yet, it was growing. They were changing, and it was
magnificent. He kissed Goten again,
pushed in hard one last time and�

The dream ended.
The nightmare began, because the Time machine hed hed ground, and the
hatch opened, a hand grabbed him by the back of the neck, he yelled out when he
was hauled out, slammed face first into the hard rock of his father�s
palace. Felt that horrendous monster
behind him, the stink of decay and death on the monster�s breath. Felt the bulk of sheer muscle, and then
Bardock whispered to him:

�Back
so soon?� Laughed as he pushed his
hands inside Trunks� shirt, dug his hard, sharp nails into skin, dragged them
down, reduced his back mas mass of scratches.
�Still trying to save your little bitch boyfriend?�

Trunks
closed his eyes, tried to breath, tried not to fight back. He was not strong enough to defeat Bardock,
that he knew, more so than anyone, because this was the same man that had held
him down and ripped off his tail, drank the blood as it gushed, laughed at him
when he struggled back to his feet.
Shoved him down, bruised him everywhere he could. Told him that he liked it when Trunks� skin
matched his hair. Purple. He waited, waited as he was flipped around,
back slammed into the palace, blood seeped through the jacket. He looked at the face before him. Saw the reflection of their father, the
cruelty, the pride. And then, a fist slammed
into his face. Knocked him to the
ground, and he spit out the blood that filled his mouth. Waited.yes"> MUST KILL AUTHOR.

Card: Meep. Please don�t.

Vegeta: MUST KILL.

Trunks: Ignore him. He�ll keep
doing that if you talk to him.

Lil�Bardock: I�m not a meanie! I demand a re-write! Now!

Card: *ignore, ignore*

Jaygoose:

Angst is easier for me to write than humor. But if I be not careful about it, I�ll get
too angsty. I�ve finished a few
chapters, and hopefully they have the appropriate angst. And humor & smut to balance it out.

Getarian:

Wow. I love
the way that you pick up on all my favorite little details. When I read, and when I write, it�s always
little things that make it seem like its good.
And everytime I read your reviews, I get this big ole grin on my face
because you always have a list of things that were small details I expected
everyone to read and like, but not necessarily comment on. Wow.
That is all I can say. Thank
you.

LadyLupin:

I�ve spoken with my neighborhood
hell-trash-collector, and he said that he�d be happy to take the flu bug to
hell for you.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I can�t tell you one way or the other what will
happen! Silly! What would the story be about then?

Aarika:

See, I love DBZ, but what I don�t get is before Goku,
there was only supposed to be one Super Saiyan every ten-thousand years. And that was Goku. Then, it was Vegeta, then it was Gohan, then Trunks, then Goten,
then� (realizes is rambling.) So how
many are really born? Or did the Saiyans
have to work really hard and die face death multiple times to get Super Saiyan?

Fifi:

Update�s everyday at 7, dear.

Thanks for reviewing!

Luna:

GASP!!
*forgot that without Goku, sex doesn�t happen. * *marches off to consult
lawyers about this mess. * Well, this
must be stopped. There needs to be more
sex! (ah, never fear for the sex,
dear. Death or not, there will be sex.)

CrazyGurl:

*author cackles like maniac* Yessssssssss! I have them all where I want them! Mwhahaha!~
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