More of Us | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9196 -:- 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. |
Notes: Slash. M/M. Sex eventually. *Again! * Mpreg. Chi-Chi bashing. AU, I guess. *isn’t all fan fiction AU?*
Oh, and I don’t own them. Of course I don’t, or I would be rich.
~~~~~*
Gohan
knew a few things for certain. One was
that everybody had a mommy and a daddy.
The other was: when in doubt, ask Piccolo. So after his dad attempted to explain that he was pregnant, Gohan
immediately went to Piccolo to ask him to explain in terms that Gohan could
actually understand. The green man was
looking especially green, and a bit perturbed.
“You
should ask your mother about sex, Gohan,” was Piccolo’s response.
Not
exactly the helpful answer Gohan was expecting, so he—realizing that it was a
bad idea—sought out Vegeta. He found
the disgruntled, arrogant Prince sitting on the roof of the Capsule Corp
building. The Prince looked at him with
one eye and then heaved a sigh.
“Kakarot is not here.”
“I
know,” Gohan said. “Dad said.”Gohan wasn’t really afraid of Vegeta, but he
wasn’t exactly looking forward to asking the Prince questions. “He said that he was pregnant. Can all Saiyans get pregnant?”
“The
women can.”
“But
dad is a boy.” Unless, of course, Gohan
had his genders mixed up horribly. But he was fairly certain that he and his
father were both men, and thus they would not be the ones to carry children.
“Yes. But Kakarot made a wish to be able to have more
Saiyans. His body changed to make him
both male and female.”
~~~~*
Trunks
forgot, to his shame, that there were other threats the Saiyans would have to
defeat. In the weirdness of finding out
that Goku was pregnant he had forgotten about Freiza’s return. Forgotten that someone would have to defeat
that asshole and save the planet. Of
course, by the time he finished recovering from the idea that he wouldn’t
exist; since Vegeta was with Goku and not Bulma. Or if he did exist it would not be the same. Which posed the question about how many
alternate futures there were, and had he come to the right past? And he was forgetting about Freiza again.
He
left without telling the others were he was going. Intent on defeating the threat without alarming the pregnant
Goku—who purred and snored the whole night—or Vegeta—who was sleeping on the
roof—or Bulma. It should be a
relatively simple thing to destroy the annoyance. After all he was a Super Saiyan.
As strong or stronger than Goku.
But, as he stood in the middle of the field, and watched the space pod
descend, he felt the approach pair of Saiyans.
The
pod door opened. Freiza appeared,
snickered in that annoying pitch of his, smirked. Trunks didn’t spare the energy to talk. He powered up, burst into Super Saiyan, as powerful as he could
possibly be, and then raised both his hands, gathered all the ki he could.
“You
can’t destroy me!” Frieza shrieked.
Trunks
let the ki go, felt it tear through the space pod, the earth under Frieza,
through the icejin himself. Just as his
energy started to fail, there was more power in the blast. Goku and Vegeta were standing on either side
of him.spanspan>Vegeta was screaming in rage
and Goku was silent but just as deadly as Bulma had told him about.
When
the bright flash died away, there was nothing but a deep scar in the earth. Scorched dirt that formed a new crater.
“You’re
a Super Saiyan?” Vegeta demanded.
“How’d
you know…?” Trunks started.
Goku
grinned. “I recognized his ki. I fought him. Gave him part of my ki.”
“You’re
a SUPER SAIYAN?” Vegeta screamed.
“Don’t
worry, Vegeta,” Goku said calmingly, “I’m sure you’ll be one soon.”
Vegeta
shot him a venomous look, and growled out in anger. Without saying another word he flew away, leaving a minor dent in
the dirt where he flew over the earth.
Goku
shrugged and turned to look at Trunks.
“What are you going to do now?”
Trunks
sighed. If he went back to the future
he wouldn’t exist anymore. Because
Vegeta was never going to end up with Bulma.
He might still exist, but as Goku’s child instead of Bulma’s and
wouldn’t that mean that the antidote didn’t exist? What if Trunks existed and Goku’s three children lived too?
No. Then Trunks would have known them. It was just Gohan in the future. But, Trunks thought, if he ho beo be born to
bring back the antidote, maybe Goku’s three children had died from the same
heart virus and that’s why Vegeta had sought out Bulma. Maybe that was why he existed in the future
and Goku’s children didn’t.
Goku
was purring again, eyes half-lidded, tail wrapped around his own thigh, the end
flicking back and forth like a cat’s, teasing the suddenly highly sensitive
skin. The smell was back, stronger, and
as he watched Trunks’ brow furrow in thought, he thought to himself how very
much like his father the boy looked.
Wondered if he tasted the same.
Wondered if Trunks would let him find out. Goku moved forward, the purring got deeper, his tail tightened
around his leg, and Trunks looked up just in time for Goku to nuzzle against
his neck.
Trunks
stood stock still. Goku was so close to
him he could feel the man’s chest vibrating in that intoxicating purr. When he felt the man’s breath against his
neck he tilted his chin back, instinctively giving the taller Saiyan the room
to press his lips against the skin. And
when Goku ran his tongue across Trunks’ neck, the boy was absolutely certain he
was going to die. Every impulse in his
demanded that he reach forward, grab Goku and…
What? Exactly? He wasn’t sure, but if this man was Vegeta’s
mate—temporary obviously, or else the Prince would be here beating Trunks’
skull in—he wasn’t inclined to do anything to Goku.
Then
the tall Saiyan looked up at him, smiled, and pressed both his hands to Trunks’
chest, ran them up and down his shirt, and then around his back, pulled them
closer together. His eyes were clouded,
and he murmured “ ‘Geta,” just before he kissed Trunks. Teeth bit through Trunks’ lip and he opened
his mouth, felt Goku’s tongue, and forgot—just for a moment—that this was
Vegeta’s mate. He curled both his hands
in Goku’s wild hair and pulled it hard, pressing them closer together.
~~~~**
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo