Of Sex and Saiyans: Part Two
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
5,612
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Goku set Vegeta down in the shower, chuckling at the smaller saiyan’s irritated grumbles. He knew Vegeta really hadn’t minded else he would have ended up with a face full of fist. Vegeta never hesitated to demonstrate his dislike of something and Goku liked the forthrightness of his prince. It meant he always knew where he stood with the other saiyan. He set the still grumbling prince on his feet, reaching up to adjust the temperature of the water to what Vegeta liked.
He stripped off his remaining clothing and stepped in afterwards, arms encircling the shorter saiyan, hands resting gently on his swelling belly. Vegeta sighed and tilted his head back, resting it against Goku’s shoulder as the larger saiyan placed tiny, nibbling kisses up the side of his neck. Vegeta’s hands came up to cover Goku’s, interlacing fingers as they stood under the water.
Goku ran a thumb across the top of Vegeta’s rounded tummy, feeling the tiny indent there. He knew without looking that there was a dark spot underneath his thumb, running crosswise across Vegeta’s stomach.
The prince had informed him the first time he’d found it, that as the pregnancy progressed, the dark spot would stretch and grow till it ran completely across his tummy. When the time for the birth came, it would split open and the prince would have to force the baby out like a human woman. Goku had been enthralled, fingering the spot and running his hand across it until Vegeta had snapped at him that it was throwing off his ki.
Another interesting fact was that about a week or so before the birth was due, Vegeta would lose his ki entirely. Goku remembered something about the fact that Saiyan babies are very vulnerable during the birth and in their first week or so. So they ‘borrowed’ the mother’s ki to help them through the early stage.
Vegeta had looked very miffed as he explained this to Goku, the idea of losing his ki was not very palatable.
But Goku couldn’t be more excited.
He placed tiny kisses on Vegeta’s shoulder, feeling the prince squeeze his hands slightly before turning and wrapping his arms around the taller saiyan’s neck. They shared a deep kiss and when they broke apart Vegeta was smiling again.
That’s what Goku liked to see.
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Trunks wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist as he moved, hearing Goten groan in the back of his throat. The sunlight streamed through the window, alighting on the two demis as they lay entwined on the bed. The youngest Son bit his lip as Trunks stepped up the pace, rocking over him, an ecstatic look on his face, sweat running down his body. Goten panted hotly, fingers seeking out all the spots on his lover’s body that drove him insane. Trunks writhed above him, lost in pleasure as Goten finally wrapped his talented fingers around his throbbing erection, stroking it in time with the lavender demi’s movements.
Trunks moaned deeply as his head rolled bonelessly across his shoulders. His eyes screwed shut as his mouth dropped open and he groaned Goten’s name as he came, covering the previous trails of come beginning to dry on his lover’s chest.
The darker demi wasn’t far behind and, with one thrust of Trunks’ hips down against his, he was there, pumping his koi full of his seed.
They collapsed, panting and entwined on the bed, sheets stained with sweat and come. They shared a kiss and Goten brushed Trunks’ hair back from his face where it had stuck with sweat.
They had been there all afternoon, realizing they could be as loud as they liked with no one else in the house. Not that they had tried to be quiet previously but it had sometimes felt strange with Gohan in the house and just the two of them being intimate. Almost like he was being left out. None of that mattered now though. Not since the older Son had gone back to Mirai…
Now they were the ones that felt left out. Almost. They couldn’t shake a feeling of abandonment, even though Gohan’s rightful place was with Mirai…they still wanted him back.
Trunks rolled to the side, grateful for the cool air that rushed over his body, and sighed. Goten turned his head to the side and caught the lavender demi’s pensive gaze.
“You miss him?” He asked, sighing when Trunks nodded.
They both lay there for a short while longer, both unwilling to admit just how much they missed Gohan. He had become a fixture in their lives, something they had taken for granted since Mirai had left and they’d had him all to themselves. Sure he’d been once to visit Goten but the stay had been brief, both younger demi’s wincing at the happiness and joy in Gohan’s eyes. Sure they wanted him to be happy, they were glad he was back with Mirai but it seemed a hollow kind of joy, that ate at them the longer they spent apart from the older Son.
Trunks rolled over again, burying his nose in the hollow of Goten’s neck, wrapping a muscular arm around the Son.
At least they had each other…
Goten breathed in Trunks’ scent, the fingers on his hand trailing along the lavender demi’s back in thought. After a pause he broke the comfortable silence.
“Should we go and see him?”
Trunks lifted his head to stare at Goten wordlessly. The Son felt a need to explain himself
“I mean, we won’t be intruding or anything…and last time he was here he said we could visit anytime didn’t he? I mean, he’s my brother for Kami’s sake…I don’t think he’d be upset do you, I mean…we SHOULD go and see him, shouldn’t we…? He babbled. Trunks grinned and shook his head, understanding Goten’s reluctance. While he was sure Gohan would love to see them, he wasn’t so sure about Mirai.
When Gohan had been here last, he’d mentioned to Goten, thinking Trunks was out of earshot, about how angry Mirai had been when he’d seen…well…when he’d seen Trunks do the things he’d done to Gohan. Goten had nodded knowingly while Gohan had tried to reassure him that Mirai had no hard feelings. But Trunks knew himself well, and in doing so he knew the other boy. Sometimes jealousy was his worst trait. He put himself in the same situation and knew he would have a very hard time forgiving and forgetting, and didn’t expect his other self to do so readily. He was already having enough troubles with his own jealousy, angry with his other self for having Gohan back.
Trunks sighed morosely, indecision written plain across his face.
“Yes…we should go and see him…we’ll have to deal with this sooner or later…”
Goten nodded and they both rose to get ready.
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Sorry I haven’t updated in a while…this story is…well…kinda uninteresting to me writing-wise at the moment…I’m overly obsessed with my Trigun fiction and it’s draining out all of my writing-ness…
However I will make more of an effort to complete this…wait…it WILL be completed! *nods emphatically*
But thanks to all my reviewers…sorry I couldn’t do personal replies…just don’t have the time right this second…but I thank you ALL!! *hugs madly*
Hella ^_^ V
Goku set Vegeta down in the shower, chuckling at the smaller saiyan’s irritated grumbles. He knew Vegeta really hadn’t minded else he would have ended up with a face full of fist. Vegeta never hesitated to demonstrate his dislike of something and Goku liked the forthrightness of his prince. It meant he always knew where he stood with the other saiyan. He set the still grumbling prince on his feet, reaching up to adjust the temperature of the water to what Vegeta liked.
He stripped off his remaining clothing and stepped in afterwards, arms encircling the shorter saiyan, hands resting gently on his swelling belly. Vegeta sighed and tilted his head back, resting it against Goku’s shoulder as the larger saiyan placed tiny, nibbling kisses up the side of his neck. Vegeta’s hands came up to cover Goku’s, interlacing fingers as they stood under the water.
Goku ran a thumb across the top of Vegeta’s rounded tummy, feeling the tiny indent there. He knew without looking that there was a dark spot underneath his thumb, running crosswise across Vegeta’s stomach.
The prince had informed him the first time he’d found it, that as the pregnancy progressed, the dark spot would stretch and grow till it ran completely across his tummy. When the time for the birth came, it would split open and the prince would have to force the baby out like a human woman. Goku had been enthralled, fingering the spot and running his hand across it until Vegeta had snapped at him that it was throwing off his ki.
Another interesting fact was that about a week or so before the birth was due, Vegeta would lose his ki entirely. Goku remembered something about the fact that Saiyan babies are very vulnerable during the birth and in their first week or so. So they ‘borrowed’ the mother’s ki to help them through the early stage.
Vegeta had looked very miffed as he explained this to Goku, the idea of losing his ki was not very palatable.
But Goku couldn’t be more excited.
He placed tiny kisses on Vegeta’s shoulder, feeling the prince squeeze his hands slightly before turning and wrapping his arms around the taller saiyan’s neck. They shared a deep kiss and when they broke apart Vegeta was smiling again.
That’s what Goku liked to see.
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Trunks wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his wrist as he moved, hearing Goten groan in the back of his throat. The sunlight streamed through the window, alighting on the two demis as they lay entwined on the bed. The youngest Son bit his lip as Trunks stepped up the pace, rocking over him, an ecstatic look on his face, sweat running down his body. Goten panted hotly, fingers seeking out all the spots on his lover’s body that drove him insane. Trunks writhed above him, lost in pleasure as Goten finally wrapped his talented fingers around his throbbing erection, stroking it in time with the lavender demi’s movements.
Trunks moaned deeply as his head rolled bonelessly across his shoulders. His eyes screwed shut as his mouth dropped open and he groaned Goten’s name as he came, covering the previous trails of come beginning to dry on his lover’s chest.
The darker demi wasn’t far behind and, with one thrust of Trunks’ hips down against his, he was there, pumping his koi full of his seed.
They collapsed, panting and entwined on the bed, sheets stained with sweat and come. They shared a kiss and Goten brushed Trunks’ hair back from his face where it had stuck with sweat.
They had been there all afternoon, realizing they could be as loud as they liked with no one else in the house. Not that they had tried to be quiet previously but it had sometimes felt strange with Gohan in the house and just the two of them being intimate. Almost like he was being left out. None of that mattered now though. Not since the older Son had gone back to Mirai…
Now they were the ones that felt left out. Almost. They couldn’t shake a feeling of abandonment, even though Gohan’s rightful place was with Mirai…they still wanted him back.
Trunks rolled to the side, grateful for the cool air that rushed over his body, and sighed. Goten turned his head to the side and caught the lavender demi’s pensive gaze.
“You miss him?” He asked, sighing when Trunks nodded.
They both lay there for a short while longer, both unwilling to admit just how much they missed Gohan. He had become a fixture in their lives, something they had taken for granted since Mirai had left and they’d had him all to themselves. Sure he’d been once to visit Goten but the stay had been brief, both younger demi’s wincing at the happiness and joy in Gohan’s eyes. Sure they wanted him to be happy, they were glad he was back with Mirai but it seemed a hollow kind of joy, that ate at them the longer they spent apart from the older Son.
Trunks rolled over again, burying his nose in the hollow of Goten’s neck, wrapping a muscular arm around the Son.
At least they had each other…
Goten breathed in Trunks’ scent, the fingers on his hand trailing along the lavender demi’s back in thought. After a pause he broke the comfortable silence.
“Should we go and see him?”
Trunks lifted his head to stare at Goten wordlessly. The Son felt a need to explain himself
“I mean, we won’t be intruding or anything…and last time he was here he said we could visit anytime didn’t he? I mean, he’s my brother for Kami’s sake…I don’t think he’d be upset do you, I mean…we SHOULD go and see him, shouldn’t we…? He babbled. Trunks grinned and shook his head, understanding Goten’s reluctance. While he was sure Gohan would love to see them, he wasn’t so sure about Mirai.
When Gohan had been here last, he’d mentioned to Goten, thinking Trunks was out of earshot, about how angry Mirai had been when he’d seen…well…when he’d seen Trunks do the things he’d done to Gohan. Goten had nodded knowingly while Gohan had tried to reassure him that Mirai had no hard feelings. But Trunks knew himself well, and in doing so he knew the other boy. Sometimes jealousy was his worst trait. He put himself in the same situation and knew he would have a very hard time forgiving and forgetting, and didn’t expect his other self to do so readily. He was already having enough troubles with his own jealousy, angry with his other self for having Gohan back.
Trunks sighed morosely, indecision written plain across his face.
“Yes…we should go and see him…we’ll have to deal with this sooner or later…”
Goten nodded and they both rose to get ready.
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Sorry I haven’t updated in a while…this story is…well…kinda uninteresting to me writing-wise at the moment…I’m overly obsessed with my Trigun fiction and it’s draining out all of my writing-ness…
However I will make more of an effort to complete this…wait…it WILL be completed! *nods emphatically*
But thanks to all my reviewers…sorry I couldn’t do personal replies…just don’t have the time right this second…but I thank you ALL!! *hugs madly*
Hella ^_^ V