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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, Takashi, Vegita, Kakarot, Bulla &
Goten’s uterus.)
~~~***
Goten pulled his pants on. Shouted at himself internally.
Demanded to know why the hell he had opened his mouth to say such a
stupid thing. Why was he going to bring
up things that nobody wanted to talk about?
What was it inside of him that always made him do stupid things like
that? He moved to go after his mate,
stopped when he caught a look at himself in the mirror. Cursed, picked up a towel to wipe of his
stomach and chest, and then picked up a different shirt and pulled it on.
Heard
the resounding shouts of Goku’s name, and then his father’s perky answer of
“I’m here!” Ran after Trunks. Found him in the gravity room, hands on his
hips, glaring directly at Goku.
“Tell
me right now what the fuck happened.”
His
father scratched that place on the back of his neck, smiled like a dork and
chuckled uncertainly. “I don’t know
what your talking about, Trunks.”
Liar. He knew exactly what Trunks was talking
about, because he was acting like he got caught with his hands down Vegeta’s
pants. Trunks knew it too: “Don’t lie to me. I’m not stupid.”
“Really,
Trunks,” his father insisted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Apparently
their little shouting match was loud enough to draw a crowd, because the other
two parents—Trunks’ parents—were standing in the doorway to the gravity
room. Vegeta looking especially grim,
Bulma biting her fingernails, tears in her eyes. Goten started to shake, felt like he was caught in the middle of something
like a tornado and had no idea how to make anything better.
“Stop
acting like an idiot, Kakarot,” Vegeta said, his voice was dark, “Tell him the
truth.”
“But,
‘Geta…”
“Tell
me,” Trunks shouted.
Goku
deflated. Let his arms hang at his side
like an old man. Then shook his head,
as he tipped it forward. “It won’t make
anything better,” he said.
Goten
bit his open lip. Cursed his stupid,
stupid decision to say anything. So
what he did remember seeing Trunks. So
what if it was Takashi that had pointed this out to him. (in retaliation for Goten telling Bardock
where to find him.) He shouldn’t have
said it.
“I
don’t fucking care if it makes it better,” Trunks said, “I want to know! Whatever it is, whatever I did or you did,
or whatever, just tell me. Because
whatever it is; its still in my head.”
Goku
sighed. “When you and Goten were
little, barely even two years old, I died.”
He looked up.
“What?”
Goten
felt his knees give out. Felt how angry
Trunks was. Whimpered. Wondered why it bothered him so much. Wondered why it affected him so much. Landed on the ground, and tried to force
himself back to hist. “The
first android, it had a heart virus. I
died.” Goku sighed. “But, before that. You came back. From the
future, you came back using the Time machine.”
“Everyone
just told me that it was a wasted project; that it wasn’t really a time
machine.”
“Well,
your brothers don’t know,” Goku said, “We never told them either. Mostly they don’t remember. But, you came back twice. The first time when I was pregnant with the
brood, and gave us a vaccine. Then,
right before I died you came back again.”
Goten
whimpered when Trunks touched the mark on his shoulder, as his tail twitched,
and he started to breathe heavily.
Pulled himself across the floor.
“I’m
sorry,” Goku said, “I thought if I didn’t tell you that you would be better
off.”
“And
Vegeta killed everyone,” Trunks whispered, “Except Bardock. And Bulla.”
“But
that never happened,” Goku said, “You stopped it. Remember?”
Goten
whimpered again, felt Trunks kneel, wrap his arms around him, pick him up
again. Felt the lips on his forehead,
felt the shake of anger in those muscles, felt the mark on his shoulder start
to tingle, felt strength return to him.
And Trunks held him tight against him.
Spoke: “You should have told me, anyway,” Trunks said, “You should have
trusted me.”
“And
what should we have told you?” That was Vegeta, “That your father and your
brother tortured you and tried to kill you?
That you had to endure years and years of it before you could save Goku? How would that have made you feel better?”
Trunks
turned, Goten saw the anger on his face, turned his head, saw Vegeta, saw that
despite the defensive stand, there was something like regret and real pain in
him. “It worked,” Trunks said, “I made
everything better, you should have told me that. Told me that when I thought such horrible things about my family
that it wasn’t just me. That what I
kept thinking had happened, and I changed it.”
Then he moved, shoved Vegeta out of his way, carried Goten back to their
room. Laid him out on the bed and sat
on the edge. Rested his face in his
hands.
Goten
sat up, put his arm around Trunks’ bare shoulder. Purred. Waited, heard the
answering trill. Moved his hand down
Trunks’ back, to brush fingertips against the skin around his tail. Kissed the mark he put on his neck. Deepened the purr, felt the smell of lust
cloud around them stronger. Watched
Trunks sigh. Look at him.
Saw
tears that would never be shed. “You’re
unstoppable, aren’t you?”
“Completely
insatiable,” Goten agreed. Kissed his
mate’s forehead, ran his other hand through the hair. “Are you okay?”
Trunks
snorted. “Fine.” Moved so he was facing Goten. Lowered his eyes down to his waist. “Trying to understand I waI want to remember
horrible things.”
Goten
shrugged. Pulled his t-shirt back off. Used his tail to wrap around Trunks’ wrist,
pressed his hand to the growing waist.
“That’s a mystery. I think you
should just remember this.”
Smiled. “And the frosting, of
course.”
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>~~~**
He
woke up to the smell of chocolate. To
the sight of his mate licking a spoon clean of frosting, and frowned. “Hey,” he said, “That’s mine.”
“No,”
Trunks said, handing him another tub of frosting, “This one is yours.” He smiled.
“Mom brought them up while you were sleeping. Apparently after years and years of living with a bunch of
apologizing-challenged Saiyans she learned the meaning of peace offerings.”
Goten
sat up, winced, took the frosting. “So
we’re better now?”
Goten
opened the icing, scooped it up with his finger and sucked on it.
Trunks
looked at him. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“You
didn’t,” Goten said.
“You
don’t lie well,” Trunks informed him.
Sighed. “We shouldn’t have had
sex. I know you’re sore, so don’t feed
me a line of bullshit about it.”
Goten
huffed. “Look,” he said, “I’m a big
boy. If I didn’t want you I would have
told you to go fuck a cow.”
Trunks
shook his head. Conceded that he was
not going to win this argument—because he never, ever did. “All the same. There will not be anymore sex until you’ve recovered.”
Goten
stuck his tongue out. Pointed at one of
the pictures. “We could always do
that.” Waited for Trunks’ ears to go
red. It was one of the very few
drawings he had done where Trunks was the indecently sprawled one that was
panting and begging for more. And even
though he had been inside his mate in the past, it was not something he
particularly craved. But it was sex,
and since Trunks would not give in to any pleadings until he felt Goten was all
better, any kind of sex was better than no sex.
“Unstoppable,”
he whispered again.
“Insatiable.”
Trunks
flipped a page. “We could do this,” he
said. Pointed a nice little picture
(appropriately titled 69) that Goten had drawn back when he was fourteen. He remembered drawing it in art class when
he was supposed to be working on something else, and Trunks had been sitting
next to him fighting with a collage (poor boy had no artistic talent what so
ever) and when he caught a glimpse of the picture (this one was done with
color) he had actually passed out from the blood that rushed into his face. Goten had volunteered to take him to the
nurse. They didn’t make it (they ended
up back in their bedroom) but Goten swore that he had intended to take Trunks
to the nurse.
“Yep,”
he agreed, sucking on another dollop of frosting, “We could.” Then he put the lid back on the frosting,
set it on the bedside table. “And you
said that I was wasting my time drawing all these.”
“You
always were the visionary.”
“I
think we should probably shower first,” Goten said. He scooted to the edge of the bed, stood up, winced again. Felt Trunks watching him and assured him:
“I’m fine.”
That
obviously failed to convince his mate, because he was scooped up into strong
arms and carried to the shower.
~~~~**
Review!
Goten: Why
do I have to be the weak-kneed one?
Professor on the Long Lost Mating Bonds of
Saiyans: It can be inferred that when
one mate feels an over abundance of emotion, the other takes over and feels the
emotions for him. Being the feminine mate
in the bond, it is your place to relieve your mate of his ‘weaker’ emotions.
Goten: *Psst, * Trunks!
Who is this?
Trunks:
Don’t know.
Goten: Do
you think anyone would notice if we dropped an anvil on him?
*Lawyers for ACME appear out
of nowhere, bearing lawsuits. * : You
have infringed the copywright for WB.
You will now be fined forty million dollars.
Trunks: Now
we can definitely get rid of them.
Jaygoose:
I
like the sex too.
Getarian:
Trunks
is actually getting quite snotty, isn’t he?
Maybe he’s pms or something. (I’m
sure someone will knock it out of him.)
Oh,
and the difference between little bitty Trunks and this one is that this Trunks
still reacts (somewhat) based on the memories of his two alternate futures (the
one with the androids and the one with his father killing everything.) As a child he didn’t have the memories. As a sixteen year old, he does.
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