Approval

Approval

Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in this fic are not mine, nor will they ever be. Too bad, so sad, boo hoo and all that… ;_;

Notes: Had a really hard time with this one. It’s my first Vegeta/Mirai Trunks fic, and it was just not happening. ^^ I wanted to write a story with an actual plot, but…yeah. This is what I got. Sorry. ^-^

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Trunks barraged his imaginary opponent with a flurry of punches and kicks. He flipped backwards to avoid an invisible attack and landed agilely on his feet. Emitting a ball of energy from his hands, he practiced evasion tactics as the ki blast bounced off the tiny robots floating in the air around him. His form disappeared and reappeared constantly around the room as he sped to elude his own attack.

His training consumed his attention completely, and time escaped him fully, until a tiny spark flickered in the back of his mind. His defense faltered, and the glowing sphere ricocheted towards him and slammed into his abdomen, dispersing around him. With a short grunt, Trunks stumbled backwards before quickly regaining his equilibrium. He gently rubbed his stomach and ceased his practice, tilting his head to the side. The ki signature he felt was close, and he couldn’t help a slight smile from forming on his lips.

He pushed his long, lavender hair from his face, looking forward to its inevitable trimming. It was the last night he was to spend in the past; in the morning he was to journey to his own timeline and defeat the mechanical monsters that had plagued his world for so many years. Despite his eagerness to kill off those androids, he was hesitant to leave the time that he had come to love. Trunks smirked. It wasn’t the flowers, the trees, or the clean air—though they were a pleasant change—and it wasn’t really the group of friends he had come to gain. He owed his attachment to this world to one man—his father.

“Boy, get your ass out of my training room,” said a rough tone from the entrance of the chamber.

Trunks dropped his hand from his stomach and blinked. “Oh…uh…sorry.”

Wanting nothing more than to please his father, he quietly obeyed. He returned the gravity to its normal state and moved to exit the room. Vegeta raised one regal brow, as he watched him, and scoffed.

“So that’s it, boy? I order you to leave and you just do it without a second thought? Is that how your mother has raised you to be? A coward?!” Vegeta sneered.

Trunks clenched his teeth, quelling his anger at the obvious stab at him, and more importantly, his mother. Inhaling and exhaling quietly to calm himself, he said evenly, “I just don’t feel like arguing with you.”

Vegeta smirked, an air of conceit wrapped around him. Repressing an eye roll, Trunks continued to the door, intent on finishing his training elsewhere. Vegeta moved swiftly with his unnatural speed and blocked the doorway with his bulk, leaning on the doorframe and extending one arm to the opposite side.

“Father…”

“Don’t you dare…call me that…” Vegeta seethed, suddenly angry.

Trunks frowned, as Vegeta narrowed his eyes at him, his usual disgust showing plainly in his ebony orbs. “I’m sorry, but you are my father. Even if you don’t want to admit it.”

“No. Your father was killed by the androids. I’m not your father, boy.”

The lavender-haired man tried not to reveal the effect of those callous words on his face, struggling to keep his countenance indifferent. Vegeta had a way of pushing just the right buttons; he knew exactly how to get under his skin. This time, though, Trunks refused to allow Vegeta the satisfaction.

“You’re right,” Trunks said after a moment’s pause. “You’re not my father. My father doesn’t have to prove his manhood to the world by demonstrating his power.” He smirked. “And my father would never be second best to a third-class warrior.”

Trunks watched with a certain sense of triumph as Vegeta’s face reddened, and his eyes tapered to murderous slits. His teeth bared and a low growl rumbled in his chest. Vegeta shifted to stand squarely in the doorway, still preventing Trunks’ departure.

“Boy,” Vegeta stated in a deadly tone. Trunks barely repressed a cold shiver. “Would you care to repeat that?”

Despite the slight height difference, the shorter prince could still inspire fear in the time traveler. Vegeta stepped forward, causing Trunks to reflexively step backward, and slowly closed the gravity room door behind him. Trunks swallowed visibly as Vegeta’s gaze remained fixated on his own lapis-lazuli irises.

They continued this game until Trunks was backed against the opposite wall. The silence weighed down on him like a heavy boulder. Vegeta kept his eyes trained on Trunks unblinkingly, knowing that soon the boy would crack under his intense stare. Beads of cold sweat formed on Trunks’ brow, their close proximity affecting him more than he would care to acknowledge.

Vegeta arched one charcoal brow, as a soft blush tainted the cheeks of the younger man in front of him. A mischievous smirk tugging at his lips, he raised his hand to Trunks’ face and lightly brushed his fingertips along his jaw, skimming his thumb across his bottom lip. Trunks gasped, his blush intensifying to a rich crimson shade.

“Father…”

“I told you, boy, not to call me that,” he responded, his demeanor slightly less irritated than the first time he had uttered those words.

Suddenly, Trunks felt lips on his, harshly, yet sensually, moving against his own. He sucked in a quick breath in surprise, and his parted lips allowed Vegeta passage into his mouth. His father tangled his fingers into his lavender locks, and pressed their lips even closer. A low moan escaped Trunks involuntarily, and he found his hands ascending from his sides to touch the princely man’s shoulders.

When Vegeta pulled away, Trunks was left flushed and speechless. He closed his eyes to calm himself, and Vegeta watched with an amused smile.

“Vegeta…” Trunks said breathlessly.

“Hn, better.”

Nothing more was said as Trunks was roughly pushed against the wall behind him, the cooler surface chilling the heated skin of his neck and shoulders. Trunks’ breath quickened as Vegeta closed the gap between them for another searing kiss. Trunks gripped the blue fabric of the prince’s shirt tightly, panting as soft lips trailed down his neck, leaving paths of burning fire in their wake. Vegeta slowly stripped him of his dark shirt, exposing defined muscles. The garment was tossed behind him, and he skimmed his fingers over the hard chest appreciatively. Trunks shivered under his touch.

“You’ve been bothering me ever since you came to this time. You want my approval that badly, boy?” Vegeta smirked haughtily. “Then bow to your Prince.”

Trunks stared, vaguely confused and oddly aroused, as Vegeta stripped of his clothing. His breath hitched in his throat, as Vegeta stood fully exposed in front of him. Another blush clouded Trunks’ cheeks and he licked his suddenly dry lips. The dark-haired Saiyajin Prince pushed Trunks down into a kneeling position.

“Suck,” he commanded. When Trunks hesitated, he continued with a widening smirk, “You want to please me, don’t you, boy?”

Trunks could not restrain a small smile as the reality of the situation dawned on him. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against the tip of Vegeta’s stiff erection. Vegeta grunted as Trunks took him wholly into his mouth, moaning softly. The vibrations of his voice caused shocks of pleasure to course through his veins, and he tightened his hold on the silky strands of lavender beneath him. Vegeta closed his eyes, relishing in the moist warmth around him.

Trunks pulled back, lightly dragging the edges of his teeth against Vegeta’s hard cock, evoking a resonant purr from the dark prince. “Does that please you, Vegeta?” he asked huskily, his breath caressing the tip.

“Hn, continue…”

Trunks proceeded again with his tantalizing ministrations, his own arousal stirring at the deep groans emanating from the man above him. Ignoring his own need, he continued licking and sucking, placing his hands on Vegeta’s hips for stability. He heard the prince’s rapid breath, and he trailed his tongue from base to tip, smirking as he noted a short gasp from above him.

Vegeta dug his fingernails into Trunks’ scalp, pulling him up for a ravenous kiss before aggressively pushing him to the floor. Dropping to the cold tile, he quickly removed Trunks’ remaining garments and tossed them aside. Vegeta grabbed Trunks’ legs and hooked them over his shoulders, dipping his head down to lick the time traveler’s entrance. Trunks writhed, gasping with surprise and delight. His fingers clenched and unclenched, and a sensual groan reached Vegeta’s ears.

“More…”

The prince closed his eyes, the younger man’s carnal plea generating erotic thoughts in his mind. Once Trunks was sufficiently lubricated, Vegeta slipped one finger, then two, into Trunks, sliding in and out, stretching him, smirking as Trunks moaned and panted.

When Vegeta removed his fingers, a small sound, almost a whine, escaped his future son. Climbing on top of Trunks, he positioned his erection against the slick opening. Ebony locked onto cerulean as Vegeta thrust deeply into Trunks. The lilac-haired boy cried out, and pleasure mixed with traces of pain shadowed his eyes. Not allowing him to adjust, Vegeta pulled out slowly then thrust again into him, quickly acquiring a satisfying pace. He chuckled softly, leaning down for another kiss, shoving his tongue deeply into Trunks’ open mouth.

They groped and ground against each other, the friction between them driving their Saiyajin urges. Desperate moans filled the gravitational chamber. Vegeta angled himself slightly to the left, thrusting fiercely into Trunks, striking the one spot within him that made him arch his back and cry out with rapture. Maintaining that same position, Vegeta made a point to keep Trunks screaming for him. Trunks’ fingernails dug into his back, and another smirk passed over his features, his lust for Trunks increasing with every moan he extracted from him.

Coherency abandoned Trunks as his father continued to pound into him, producing sensations within him that he had only dreamed before. His chest heaving, he opened his foggy blue eyes and reached out to touch Vegeta’s face, bringing him down for a kiss filled with only the carnality of a Saiyajin. Their tongues dueled; Vegeta immediately dominated, leaving Trunks’ mouth to decorate his burning skin with biting kisses.

Their passion heightening, they quickened their pace and met each other’s thrusts with equal desire. Their skin glistened with sweat and their breaths came in gasps. Trunks swallowed, feeling the very core of his body tense.

“Uhnn…VEGETA!!!”

With a wanton cry, white-hot liquid flowed out of him, staining their stomachs. His voice, calling Vegeta by his name, was enough to send the raven-haired prince over the edge, and he erupted inside the time traveler, Trunks’ name involuntarily falling from his lips.

Breathless, Vegeta leaned forward, and touched their foreheads together. When Trunks opened his eyes, his was rewarded with a sight he thought he would never see. An actual smile played across the Prince’s lips, and an unusual softness displayed in his normally cold inky irises.

“Vegeta…” Trunks breathed.

He placed an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on Trunks’ lips and leaned close to his ear. Trunks’ eyes widened as Vegeta whispered to him in the Saiyajin language, not bothering to translate for him. He stood, gathered his clothes, and dressed himself. Trunks lay stunned on the tile, trying to understand the foreign words.

“Don’t think, Trunks. Feel,” he said, moving to the door of the room.

Trunks blinked and pushed his hair back from him face. When the door closed behind Vegeta, he raised himself to his feet and moved slowly to clothe himself. As he reached for his shirt, he paused a moment and smiled.

His father loved him.

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Aww, isn’t that sweet…? ^^ Anyway, this admittedly may not have been the greatest story ever written. I was a bit hesitant to even post it, but I hope somebody out there thinks it was at least decent. ^-^