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Sequel “Mor“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.
~~~**
He
arrived back at the past, back into the beginning of the nightmare and saw that
Bulma was back. She was biting her
fingernails and trying to hide the kids’ eyes from the image before them. Gohan had ascended to Super Saiyan two, and
he was fighting his damnedest to kept Vegeta from leaving the battlefield. But Vegeta was just standing there,
blank-eyed, blocking the attacks, not even hitting back, but his power was
lashing out everywhere, and it kept opening bloody streaks on Gohan’s
face.
Trunks
ran up to Bulma, dropped the tiny vials in her hands, took one to prick his own
hand. Trusted her to know what to do
with them. “I gave Vegeta the other
vaccine. I don’t think I can get close
enough to him now to do it again.”
He
didn’t honestly care. He wasn’t here to
save Vegeta. Trunks left her side,
sprinted over to Goku’s side, fell to his knees, skidded in the rubble, saw
Bardock staring at him with the same sort of eyes that his father had. Blank.
Dead. Rage. Trunks shuddered, because those eyes were
the same as the future Bardock’s. But
he didn’t have time to worry about that.
He ripped the shirt away from Goku’s chest, shrugged out of his own
jacket, put his hands over the heart, made sure his elbows were straight and
started CPR. Hummed, Another One
Bites the Dust, spared a moment of irony that he had learned CPR to the
rhythm of that song. Then ducked down
and blew into the lax mouth. Tasted
blood, and hoped he didn’t inadvertently choke Goku with the blood. He went back to beating on the man’s
chest. Tried to listen for the
heartbeat over the roar of the battle behind him.
Others
showed. Piccolo, Yamcha, Krillin. They fought too. All four of them against one Vegeta, and the Prince would
win. Trunks knew that, because he’d
seen ipan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> So he kept pumping the chest
under his hands, hoping that it would work.
It had to work, because he couldn’t go back in time any further. Stupid ass Bardock had broken the
machine.
“LIVE
YOU STUPID FUCK!” Trunks screamed. Felt
Bardock’s power level rising with every blank-eyed second. Felt Vegeta’s rage growing, felt Gohan
getting weakeelt elt Goten and himself as the two of them sobbed and
sobbed. He bent, blew into the mouth,
felt a flutter under his fingers, like a heartbeat. Pressed his ear to the chest, heard it. Just a faint little beat.
But enough. Oh, Kami, more than
enough.
He
grabbed the syringe of vaccine, pulled the cap away from the needle, used his
fingers to target the heart. Raised his
arm. Breathed. Then brought it down, stabbed straight
through bone and into the heart that barely beat. Depressed the plunger, and grabbed Bardock, tore him out of the
way as the world changed all around them.
~~~*
Vegeta
stopped, turned. Felt the stupid things
that fought him keep kicking. But they
were inconsequential. Tipped his head
to one side. Something was
exploding. Huge. Something that smelled familiar. There appeared, everywhere, a huge ball of
yellow lightening, a scream, as pure and as beautiful as anything Vegeta had
ever heard. Familiar.
And
he moved toward it. The body moved,
stood, ripped a syringe of out its chest, threw it aside. Glorious.
Hair so long it was down to his knees, past, white blonde. Blue eyes.
He stared at the face, felt something rising in him, a memory. A name.
Something. Kakarot. Watched the body move toward him, heard the
purring, smelled the fertile stench.
The earth caved under that power, and when they touched hands something
happened. Everything, everywhere was
shaking, Vegeta looked at this Kakarot, felt his heart as if it was just
now beating again. And then, the body
wrapped its arms around him, licked his shoulder, sucked on his skin, and
Vegeta dropped his mouth open as everything came back to him.
His
power level bottomed out. He went limp
in his mate’s arms. Stared at Kakarot,
at him. Breathing. Living.
That stupid brat from the future had done it after all. He pulled back, looked at the blood on his
mate’s mouth, kissed it, tasted his son—growled—then moved down to the d ond on
his mate’s chest, drank it until it stopped, and then ran his hands through the
endlessly locks of yellow.
“
‘Geta,” was that whine. The perfect,
addictive, beautiful whine, and just before Vegeta blacked out, he felt a joy
so great he thought his heart would burst from it.
~~~**
Bulma
was the one to step up next to Goku and give Vegeta the second vaccine. Hugged them all, starting with Gohan who was panting and bruised
and bloody, but smiling and crying little tears of happiness. Piccolo took him, promised to get the boy
healed. Then Bardock, who sobbed into
his chest and swore he would never do a bad thing again. Gogeta, who was still shaking, Takashi, who
smacked him upside his head and stoutly informed him: DON’T EVER DIE
AGAIN! Then Bulla, who hugged him and
told him privately that she knew he would never leave them. Little Trunks and Goten, he pulled them both
into his arms, kissed each of them, and then set them on the ground.
Found
the grown Trunks sitting next to his time machine, knees pulled up, head down,
and he knelt next to him. Afraid to
touch him, because the boy was so bruised, so bloody. But he ran his hand through that hair, waited until the kid
looked at him. And told him the truth.
“I
saw what happened to you,” he whispered.
And he had. As he was being
dragged back from death. He’d watched
the future pulse around him as Trunks had forced his heart to beat. He’d seen what his children had done, what
Vegeta had done, and how Trunks had fought to stay alive to save them all. “Thank you.”
Trunks
climbed to his feet, leaned on his good leg, jacket in his hand. “I never wanted to hate them,” Trunks told
him, “But I did. I hated all of them so
much.”
Goku
purred for him, a mother’s purr, hugged the bleeding boy to his chest, and
kissed his hair. Tried to make a
lifetime’s worth of horror go away. And
he told him, so lowly that nobody would hear: “Go back to your future, and if it’s
good, stay there and never ever come back here. Live a happy life.”
1'> Yeah, they sent the flu back. *hopefully not in my general direction,
because I’ve been feeling a little deflated.*
And yes, Irobarobably have papercuts everywhere, but since I don’t own
it, I can’t swim in the manga.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Well.
Everyone should be relieved that Vegeta seems to be better and Goku
seems to be alive. Now if we only knew
what happened in Trunks’ time…
Pixydust:
I forgot he was weakened in the anime. So I justify my awesomely powerful Goku by
saying that this is AU, the serum that brought him back to life was different,
and he had an instinctive need to comfort his mate.
Jaygoose:
I thought everyone would be like: why the lemon would you should be saving
Goku’s life?yes"> Yes, Vegeta would have just kept killing, but thankfully he seems
to have been stopped (for now.)
Getarian:
Good, because you always make me smile! And we’ll go into why everyone became so
monstrous soon. Promise. But first, we should probably go check on
Trunks in the future. See what he’s up
to.
Luna:
Yes it does.
If there was no sex, we would just be a rock in the middle of a stagnant
universe.
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