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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
Even More Of Us

Sequel
to �More of Us.�

Card

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.

~~~**

Trunks shifted in the time machine, felt his tail
wrap around his waist. Closed his eyes,
rested, tried to will the memories to come to him, to warn him of what was
waiting for him when he stepped outside of this machine. But there was nothing. White.
Static. His tail was back, but
that was it. The bruises were still
there. His back still bled. He couldn�t remember if Goten still died or
not. So he waited. A few minutes that felt like millennia, and
then the machine hit ground.

The
hatch opened. He climbed out. Felt every part of his body aching
insanely. And was immediately tackled. Reflex made him cringe, and he powered up,
prepared to fight for his life, but the attacker pulled back, kissed him
softly, and then laughed.

�Open
your mouth!�

Trunks
did as he was told�mostly out of sheer shock�and a senzu bean was promptly
dropped into his mouth. And he
swallowed it, stared at the black eyes that looked back at him. At the face. The most beautiful face in all the world was staring at him. And something moved against his waist, he
looked down, tears came. He didn�t want
them to, but they were there anyway.

Goten
looked down with him. Wrapped his
fingers around Trunks� wrist, pressed his whole hand against the round
belly. Purred for him. A whole body purr, and Trunks thought that
maybe he would just die right here.
Life was complete now. Goten
seemed to have other ideas, because he kissed him again, his shoulder�where the
mark was�his neck, nipped and licked and purred for him. Smelled so delicious, and Trunks gathered up
his small love, crushed them together, kissed every inch of skin he could get
to.

Felt
memories melting away. Didn�t miss them
as they left.

Felt
hands under his shirt, pulling the clothe off, then hands down his pants,
pressing against his ass, pushing him harder into the object of his
desire. And Goten was smiling,
laughing, kissing him everywhere.
Drawing him down, onto the grass, spreading his legs, whimpering and
arching and begging. Trunks shoved his
pants out of the way, closed his eyes when he slid inside the body under him,
and thought that heaven had probably claimed him in transit, because his world
had never been this good before.

Purring. Hands on his arms. Soft-skinned muscle stretched out under him, and he looked down
at his mate. Watched Goten bite his lip
and flush. Pulled the smaller Saiyan up
against his chest, stopped moving, and just held him, sitting on his lap,
purring. Goten ran hands up and down
his back. Whispered to him: �I love
you, I love you, I love you.�

�HEY!�
came the yell. �NAKED PEOPLE.� That was Takashi: �WHEN YOU ARE FINISHED
BEING NAKED. MOM AND DAD WANT YOU BACK
HOME!�

Then
Bulla: �Puh-leeze do you have to be so
immature?�

�Probably,�
that one was Bardock, and his voice was deep, but different, and Trunks tried
to remember why he shivered in fear, but couldn�t, and just smiled into Goten�s
neck. Thought that he would probably
just ignore them all.

�DAD
SAID THAT IF HE HAS TO DRAG YOUR NAKED ASSES BACK HOME HE WILL!� Takashi
yelled.

Bulla
laughed: �Yeah. Underage pregnant people shouldn�t be
outside without their mommy�s permission.�

And
there were new voices. Little
voices. Adding to the symphony of
bickering siblings. �Leave �em alone! It�s romantic!� �Whatever.� �I don�t
remember anyone asking you!� �Gross,
gross, gross.�

None
of it mattered, Trunks thought, as Goten curled around him tighter. Nothing mattered now but his mate. His children. Nothing else could possibly be as important as this. Ever.

And
then; he opened his eyes again, felt the horrible memories rise in him again,
and realized he had not heard Gogeta say anything. Hadn�t felt him anywhere.

~~~~**

Goku
yawned, stretched. Felt that life was
pretty good after all. Even if his
chest was bruised and he felt considerable weaker than he had in a long time. Must be a side effect of dying. Momentarily amazing power, soreness for
weeks afterward. Vegeta was sleeping
again. Goku watched him for a moment,
sighed. Put a hand over his waist and
smiled when he felt the two little ki signatures. Then he looked around the forest, saw the destruction they had
caused. Perhaps the sudden depletion of
an entire forest was the reason he was so tuckered out.

Maybe
it was the weight on his mind. Yes,
he�d told Trunks to never come back if his world wasn�t a raging disaster, and
that meant he would have to accept the fact that if he didn�t see that face
again (for sixteen years) then he would know that everything was okay. But he the more the thought about it the
more he wanted to know why Trunks� world had been so horrible. He was rather gratified to know that his
death meant so much to Vegeta. And at
the same time, he hated the thought of his mate destroying an entire world and
torturing his youngest son. And he
certainly would need some time before he could look at Bardock ever the same
again, knowing what the child was capable of�or what he would have been capable
of. Vegeta wasn�t exactly known for his
unending kindness and caring. He had,
after all, killed Nappa and justified it by saying that he had given him an honorable
death. He had killed entire planets
before, and the only thing he honestly seemed to care about was their
family. So destroying a whole planet
would be no big to Vegeta. But, why
would he allow someone to torture his son?

And
then the most obvious thought came to Goku.
Because Trunks was supposed to have saved Goku. Because Vegeta knew that Trunks had come
back in time to save him. And Vegeta
knew that he had failed.

Goku
sighed. Hoped that everything turned
out. He was tired, and the forest�or
else the area around them that had once been a forest and was now a mass of
twisted, fallen trees�was filling up with sunlight. They needed to get up and go see the kids. Make sure they were all alright. Tell them that they were all going to be
older siblings. (Poor little Goten
wouldn�t be the littlest anymore.)

So
he shook Vegeta until he woke up and kissed him.

�Come
on,� he said, �Lets go get the brood.�

~~~**

Blinding. Fucking.
Headache.

Vegeta
climbed to his feet, pulled on his clothes, felt every part of his body aching,
because while yesterday he was very strong, and unaware that he should have
been feeling pain when Gohan kicked him in the chest, today he felt it all. Every bruise. Every throb of his migraine.
Pain the likes of which he had never felt before, and he was able to
follow Kakarot by smell alone. All the
way to the lookout�why did it have to be so fricking high?�and when he touched
down, he heard Kakarot mumbling something about beans.

Yes. Senzu would be very nice, wouldn�t it?

And
yet, part of him didn�t really feel like he deserved it. He had tried to kill his mate�s oldest son,
after all. And at the same time he
bristled with annoyance that he was disabled even momentarily, because there
was something else out there, something brewing on the edge of his mind. He could feel power building somewhere, like
a clock counting down. A deadline, and
now that Kakarot was pregnant again, he stood to lose a lot more than he had almost
lost yesterday. And for that matter,
how had they brought Kakarot back to life anyway?

He
felt a warm thumb on his chin, opened his mouth and gratefully swallowed the
senzu. When his vision finally cleared,
he was looking at his mate�shirtless�who was still bearing a bruise over his
heart. He stared at it, wanted to ask
about it, wasn�t sure that he should because maybe something should not be
questioned. Hadn�t there been a syringe
or a needle involved somewhere? He
couldn�t really remember.

�I
had one too,� Kakarot informed him, �And I checked on everyone. Trunks and Goten are still sleeping.�

Vegeta
climbed to his feet�he didn�t even realize he had been sitting�and he shook his
head, felt the last vestiges of the headache leaving. Thank Kami for senzu beans.
�How are the brats?�

Kakarot
stunk. Fertile. And he was shifting back and forth
endlessly, which meant that he was undoubtedly still horny and the next
twenty-four hours were going to be a living hell if something didn�t come and
threaten their lives. The big baka
seemed to be containing himself pretty well though, and his normally spastic
tail was wrapped around his waist.
�Fine. Bardock said that Gogeta
hasn�t said anything since yesterday. I
asked Bulma about it, but she swears he didn�t get the virus.�

�Trunks
said that they died,� Vegeta said, �When he came , he, he said that you and
Takashi and Gogeta all died.�

�Well,
Takashi is fine. I�m fine. And I�m sure Gogeta will be fine.� The baka said this, but Vegeta didn�t
believe him and he wasn�t sure that Kakarot even believed himself. �Anyway.
I think we should go back and make sure the android was really dead. I mean, we probably crushed him� But��

Vegeta
wasn�t really listening. He wanted to
see his children. So he pushed past his
freshly-pregnant mate, crossed the open part of the lookout and found all four
of the brood sitting around together, tails intertwined, little shoulders
pressed together. They were all trilling
and purring, and comforting each other.
He watched them. Felt part of
yesterday�s fury rising in his again, because little Gogeta�s head was hanging
down and he looked gray. Tired. His siblings knew it, because they were all
petting him.

Kakarot
was standing behind him. Vegeta could
feel his power; feel how much it had grown.
Wondered what it would be like if Kakarot gave into his primal senses
the way Vegeta had. Considered the
devastation that man could cause.
Vegeta had wiped clean the face of planets before, but Kakarot could
punch a hole through one.

�He�ll
be fine,� Kakarot repeated, and it wasn�t uncertain this time. It was fact. Spoken in words that were filled with anger. Even if the baka was purring, he was furious
at even the thought of loosing his children.

n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'> �I
know,� Vegeta replied.

~~~**

It
wasn�t waking up. Humans woke up. It was awakening. Opening synthetic eyelids.
Moving hands. Feeling the
stretch of skin stretched over a metal skeleton, the buzz of electricity that
started in the cavity of the chest. Feeling
power move, information filter.
Realizing the mission, accepting the directives. Moving.
Pulling away from the cords that had held the body together as it was
built. Feeling a freedom.

Staring
at the human-like hands.
Fingernails. Ridiculous. Watching the other one move. Stared at her. Felt that she, too, had been given freedom and a mission. To seek.
To destroy. But there was
loss. Information informed them that if
they awakened, and there was no Gero to command them, that their creator had
been killed. That they must avenge the
death of their maker. By slowly
murdering ever human alive. If Gero did
not rule the world; nobody would.

And
if these other beings; these primal beings�Saiyans�should attempt to save the
humans, they were to kill them as well.
Murder them one by one until there were no more of them.

Cause
pain.

Murder.

Spread
blood to the far corners of the planet until the leaves that grew on the trees
were red because they had been watered with blood.

That
was awakening.

He
curled his hands into fists, felt the surges inside of him, felt his hands
glow. Wondered what it would feel like
to push these hands through flesh. He
could not feel warmth, but he knew that the blood would be hot. Knew tthe the heart would pump against his
hand until he crushed it.

Looked
at his counterpart. Saw her smile, tilt
her head. They did not speak. There was no need. Rose into the air. Moved
toward the sound of humans. Yes. They must all die.

~~~~~~~~~~**

Well. *sigh*

Gk: I do not care about sex.
We are going to find those androids and murder them.

Vegeta: Yep.

GASP! What about the sex?

Getarian:

Yeah, I figured after so many angsty chapters people
just needed a l to to unwind.
Hopefully Trunks won�t have to leave his own time anymore and his
relationship with his dad will be peachy.
He won�t have to hate anyone.

Lady Lupin:

Thanks. I can�t
believe I have as many reviews as I do already. And people are still reading More of Us. Wow!
(blushes until passes out.)

Mechanical Butterfly:

Yep, alive and Fu�
er, Kicking.

Yeah, a while ago when I learned CPR (forgot it now,
need to take refresher course) that beat from �Another one bites the dust� was
the rhythm I learned it too. Always
thought it was a twisted irony.

Yeah! I love
Trunks toooooo! (I seem to enjoy making
him miserable though, don�t I?) So much
so that he even spawned his own ficcie!
Yeah! *laughs nervously * Couldn�t help it. I had this scene stuck in my head so I wrote it down and it
turned into an idea. So It�ll spawn its
only ficcie. (just a couple of quick
chapters, though. Absolutely not an
epic like this one or Hormone therapy.)
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