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Frosting Chronicles	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6894 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Frosting Chronicles
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-14
- 14-15
- 15-16
- 16-17
- 17-18
- 18-19
- 19-20
- 20-21
- 21-22
- 22-23
- 23-24
- 5
- 6
- 7
Frosting Chronicles

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Sex.
Humor. Mpreg. Purring.
School bashing.

Set in the: More of Us universe. Wherein Goku wished to make more Saiyans and
accidentally changed himself into part woman.

I don�t own anything (except Bardock,n
sn
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Takashi, Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla &
Goten�s uterus.)

~~~***

Five. Fucking.
A. M.

Too. Early.

Trunks
rubbed his face again, blinked his eyes, stared at the words on the page until
they started to bleed together.
Wondered how the hell he was going to get all this homework done in the
seven hours he had left to turn it in.
Especially since Goten was going to wake up soon. He had four days of work to finish. Impossible.
(and he thought fighting Buu had been difficult.) Being a Super Saiyan was not going to make
physics any more understandable.

Bare
feet padded into the kitchen. Soft arms
wrapped around his shoulders. He felt
sticky lips kiss his temple. A
little�thankfully lust free�purr. And
then Goten moved away, threw away the empty tubes of frosting from the day
before, and sat on the kitchen counter.
Wearing baggy pants. No
shirt. Letting his rounding belly hang
out. Another month or so and he
wouldn�t be able to do that. Because
his chest would change into breasts and there was no way there was going to be
anyone gawking at his mate.

�Hey!�
that was Vegita�s voice resounding from upstairs.

And
Kakarot flew passed them. Shouting
�Going to spar!� He left the back door
open. Vegita fell down the stairs,
jumped back to his feet and ran after his brother, slamming the door behind
him.

�I
remember when we were like that.�

Trunks
snorted. �As I recall, we were never
quite like that.�

�Well,
not at their age. I seem to think we
were more interested in other things at thirteen.� He stretched, rising his arms over his head, stretching out his
lean upper body. Then yawned. Jumped down off the counter. Moved over to wrap his arms around Trunks
again. Rested his chin on Trunks�
shoulder. �Ya know,� he said, �I was
talking to Dad, and he said that you should be able to use the time chamber to
finish your homework.�

�When
did you talk to Goku?�

�Last
night. Late. You know he was going to ask about Gogeta.� Goten sighed.

Trunks
felt the shiver go through him, and he pressed one of his hands to the arms
around him. He loved Goten
unconditionally, but he had to wonder if maybe living with female hormones his
whole life damaged his brain somehow.
Because there was nobody else that would have gone to see someone they
did not want to knowing what that visit would do to them. But he wasn�t about to question his mate�s
strangeness. He loved all of
Goten. �The time chamber?�

Goten
nodded against his shoulder. �Yep. So you can go sleep for a while and then get
all this work done.� He stood up again,
picked up the book-bag, closed up all the books that were spread across the
kitchen table, dropped them all in the bag.
Then disappeared upstairs and returned in mere seconds with a
pillow. �And I�m sleepy still.�

That
last part was probably a lie. And most
of the time, Goten seemed to be pretty interested in serving his own needs, but
there was always the understood that Trunks was more important thnythnything
else in the whole of the universe. He
took the pillow, stood up, kissed Goten�chocolate, of course�and let the
bookbag be put over his shoulder. Left.

~~~**

Four
days of homework and three hours of the most peaceful sleep in years later,
Trunks turned in all his work to his professors. Stepped outside the school and let the sunshine warm his
skin. Blessed his mate for thinking of
such a lovely idea. Looked around the
city, and stopped breathing.

Just
for a second, as a cloud dropped in front of sun, the whole city had looked as
if it were ruins. He blinked, and it
was normal. Perfect. Filled with happy, busy people that were
shouting and running and alive. He
shook his head�thought that maybe too much sex actually had an adverse effect
on his ability to think normally�and started home.

A
refreshing fly. (No weird apocalypse
flashes.) He touched down in the
backyard, saw his father just standing there.
Arms over his chest, eyes mostly closed. Not moving a single muscle other than what was needed to
breath. Trunks walked very quietly,
hoped that his father was just doing some weird meditating thing and didn�t
actually want to talk to Trunks.

Of
course those hopes were dashed when the black eyes opened, and he was caughookiooking rather stupid as he tried to sneak past. Stood up straight, (started to cross his own arms over his chest,
realized he would look just like his father, and did not.) �The smell is getting stronger,� Vegeta
said�referring to the constant smell of lust that accompanied his mate.

�You
said it would.�

There
was that look on his father�s face which meant he was attempting to have a
conversation that he did not want to have.
Which meant that (however they decided these things) Goku had won a free
pass out of having to have the conversation.
Finally his father said: �Please
refrain from having sex outside of your room.�

Uh. Duh.

His
father cleared his throat. Straightened
again (as if it were possible for the Great Vegeta to stand up any
straighter.) �Goten�s going to try to
�mark� his �territory� during the last parts of the lust cycle. Don�t let him.�

This
was news to him. So he nodded. �Okay.�
Wasn�t it weird how he was always being given these speeches? Goku wasn�t as stern about it as his father
was. It seemed that the great Prince
thought Trunks ought to be the one to dictate the way things worked in the
mating. (And everyone knew that Goten
was nearly identical to his father, and thus Vegeta should have known who was
bossing who around.) It was his
responsibility to make sure things were done the way they should be. And when Goten had ended up pregnant it had
been Trunks� fault. (that, he did claim
responsibility for, because there was no way Goten could have done it without
him.)

�You
better go find him,� Vegeta said.

Trunks
just inclined his head again, went inside, saw his mother getting a cup of
coffee. She smiled, he rolled his
eyes. Damn parents and their damn
hentai minds. He took the stairs two at
a time, and pushed open the door to his room.
Found naked Goten drawing. Found
papers littered everywhere with little porn-cartoons. Various things�they were all Goten�and he felt his whole face go
red. (Even though the majority of his
blood was going southward.) He moved to
the bed, leaned over Goten, watched him perfecting the last little picture.

Decided
that there were far too many clothes in his way. Dropped his bag on the floor, pulled his shoes off, his socks,
his shirt and then his pants. And Goten
held up the last picture to show it to him.
�I missed you,� he said. Let the
paper drift to the floor, leaned back against the headboard, tossed the rest of
the paper and the pencil. Spread his
legs, raised his arms.

Purred.

Trunks
watched his tail wrap around his thigh.
Ran his hand over the soft fur, the smooth skin. He could smell the lust�like spice�and he
pulled the hips down, moving Goten�s whole body so he was flat against the
bed. Grinning, biting the corner of his
lip. Hand in his hair, one resting on
his stomach. Wanton. Horny.
Beautiful.

There
were words that described his mate, but never just one word. He kissed the rounding belly. Everywhere.
Massaged the thighs, teased the juncture of hip and leg. Ran his thumb across the entrance, felt his
finger come away slick. Knew that Goten
had been waiting for him�not nearly as long as Trunks had been gone, but more
than long enough. Felt hands in his
hair, pulling him up. He moved, let the
hot hand close around him. Felt hips
cant up, angle, felt as he was positioned, the whimper, and then a leg around
his ass pulled him in.

�Really
missed you,� Goten panted against him.

Trunks
pushed himself up on his arm. �More
than icing?�

�More
than all the chocolate in the world.�
Then he pouted. Moved his hands
down to hold his legs out of the way.
Tightened all around Trunks.

So
Trunks kissed him, pressed his free hand to the smooth face. Started to move, slowly. Feeling every centimeter of his mate�s moist
flesh around him. Appreciating every
heave of his chest, every second of his skin pinkening. Everything.
The smell, the look, the taste.
And then, he heard the purring, felt his mate�s legs close around him,
fingernails digging into his back.

Goten
pulled away from his mouth. Stared
straight at him. �I�ll trade you for
the icing if you don�t start moving more.�
Hollow threat.

Trunks
pushed in harder. Pulled away from the
beautiful face. Bared his teeth and dug
into the mattress hard. Thrust harder. Faster.
Watched Goten lower his hand and start stroke himself. Watched him smile.

Nymphet.

Muscles
started to tighten. Ki rose, he let his
eyelids flutter close as the flesh around him got even tighter. Growled, felt his fingers ripping the
blanket, pushed in harder. Felt blood
on his back, the fingers of his mate as they moved down his back, to his ass,
pressed against him.

Let
it all unwind. Let it explode. Heard the choked scream and then the
rippling all around him. Felt out of
the beautiful body, laid down next to Goten.
Watched him as he panted to breath normally, and then turned to look at
him. Soft fingers on his face.

Then
Goten looked away from him. Sighed, and
looked back at him. Bit his lip. Blinked.
Tail flicked nervously. And he finally spoke: �Trunks,� he
whispered, �I think I remember something.�

�What?� He sat up.
Felt a sense of foreboding that got stronger when Goten sat up too,
crossed his legs and picked at his fingernails.

�Where�d
you get the scar on your shoulder? Not
mine, I mean, but the line through it?�

That
was one of those unexplained things; like why he always growled at
Bardock. Why his tail had scar tissue
around the base of it. Why he knew what
it was like to live life without it.
What it felt like to have it ripped off. �I don�t know.�

Black s ros rose and looked at him. He felt
Goten getting braver, felt the horrible thing that he was going to say even
before the words were spoken: �I think I do.�

Asked
a question that he did not want answered.
Tried to keep himself from speaking the word, and felt it leave his
mouth anyway: �Why?�

�I
remember seeing you. A grown up
you. In the past. When the androids attacked. You were beat up everywhere.�

Closed
his eyes. Let everything fade out. Heard something in his own mind that he
should have listened to a long time ago, and he shot to his feet, yanked his
pants on, pulled open the door. Went
after the one person he always thought was keeping something from him.

�GOKU!�

~~~~**

Review!

Goten:
Dammit! Stupid PLOT!

Trunks: You
had to open your mouth. We could have just
kept having sex.

Goten: *huff
*

Trunks: Plot
ruins everything.

Getarian:pan>

You�ll
have to look in Even More of Us (I�m pretty sure it�ll come up in there first)
about why Goku doesn�t visit Gogeta.

*tosses
a life-preserver * Don�t drown in your
questions dear! That would be horrible!

Jaygoose:

I
never could read fanfiction in public places.
*insanely private person here. *
I have this constant feeling of someone looking over my shoulder. Drives me nuts.
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