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Potent Saiyan Balls	By : Rcolt Category: Dragon Ball Z > General Views: 951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Potent Saiyan Balls
- 1
Trunks scowled into his coffee.
His father had been yelling at him for at least twenty minutes solid now. It wasn't upsetting, just embarrassing. Usually when Vegeta had a bee in his bonnet it was about Trunks not training enough and going 'soft', which was kind of true. Trunks was always promising to spar with his dad and then disappearing somewhere to be lazy.
This time, the reprimand didn't seem warranted at all. His dad had asked him whether he was still a virgin, completely out of the blue. Then, when he nearly fell out of his chair in lieu of an answer, he went ballistic.
His mother sipped her own coffee beside him, looking over some kind of business report. Trunks kept giving her desperate sidelong glances, but she didn't even look up. He supposed she was well accustomed to these explosions over the breakfast table. But Trunks tried to avoid eating with his parents for the most part.
He'd never seen his father neglect bacon and eggs for long enough to scold anyone this intensely.
"God dammit! How did I produce offspring so insufferably incompetent?!"
"Dad I -"
"Don't 'dad' me! When I was your age, I'd bedded at least fifty women! You wouldn't even win in a fight against a blasted woman anymore, and now you're letting a pair of perfectly potent Saiyan balls go to waste?! You're not my son! You're a neutered puppy!"
Trunks cringed. He was used to his father casually disowning him, but he didn't think he'd ever get the phrase 'potent Saiyan balls' out of his head.
Bluma hummed under her breath, turning a page of her report and adjusting her reading glasses calmly. "Fifty women ..." she chuckled, still not looking up. "Of course you did, dear."
Vegeta's fist came down on the table, causing every plate and mug to fly upwards and clatter about. The wooden frame groaned ominously. "Shut up! This is between me and the castrated abomination you birthed!"
"Mmmhm." She waved a hand at him dismissively.
"I'm not castrated."
"You may as well be! Look at Kakarot's boys! That Gohan is an irrefutable pansy now and even he got married! The other one never gets off the phone with all of his god damned conquests! I've never seen that kid without a blatant erection in his trousers! Now look at you! It's humiliating! And you were so promising as an adolescent! What happened to those women you always said you were seeing?! Nothing ever came of any of it! I didn't raise a lying coward!"
Trunks gaped at him. The line about Goten had rendered him speechless. Something along the lines of 'you barely raised me at all' threatened to spill out of his mouth, but he only stared.
"Speak up! What's wrong with you?!"
"I -" Trunks floundered. "I never said I was a virgin, dad."
Vegeta stood up suddenly, glowering down at him and thrusting a finger in his face. "You sleep here every night! Alone! Like a weak, good-for-nothing loser!"
Bulma tutted.
"I'm not a loser! Jeez, why's it all about sex with you?!"
"Don't raise your voice to me!"
With the ire building in his father's eyes, Trunks was seriously concerned about a Super Saiyan appearance at this stage. He could feel his own energy elevating. As much he tried not to let Vegeta's notorious hissy fits get to him, there was only so much he could take.
"You've been screaming at me for half an hour!" he yelled.
"You deserve every second of it, you worthless child!"
He thrust his own chair over as he stood up. "Oh, I’m being a child?" he hissed, staring his father down.
Vegeta placed his open palms to either side of his plate and leant across the table. Some of his spittle hit Trunks' cheek as he hollared. "You are a child until you claim a god damn fucking woman!"
"I'm gay!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to flee. Fuck what his father said about him. Maybe he was a coward. If the cold sweat breaking out on his back or the fierce blush on his face was anything to go by, he was absolutely mortified. Even his eyes were welling up all of a sudden.
He could feel his mother's gaze on him now. She put down her steaming mug with a gasp.
But nothing prepared him for his father's next words. Vegeta's tone didn't change at all.
"So?!" he yelled. "Are you getting ass or not?!"
He flinched. What? That wasn't the way it was supposed to go. He'd been hiding that from his father for years now. Hiding it from everyone, in fact. Saiyans were proud warriors, weren't they? Wasn't it shameful or something? He gave a nervous grunt. "... yes?" he mumbled.
"You don't sound too convincing," Vegeta growled.
"Yes. Yes I am. I have a ... we're ..."
"Well, good!"
With a final, frustrated thrust of his finger into Trunks' chest, Vegeta took his seat once more and resumed eating.
Utterly nonplussed, Trunks blinked down at him. "Aren't you ... angry?" he asked quietly.
His father spoke around a mouthful of cold bacon. "About what?"
"Well ... don't you think it's ... wrong? Or something?"
"What? Being queer? Oh, grow up."
Bemused, Trunks bent to pick up his chair and sat down beside his mother again. She was staring at him, squinting a little. A very awkward silence descended, until he couldn't take it anymore.
"I thought you'd throw me out or something. That's why I never had anyone over. You're really not bothered?"
Vegeta grabbed a handful of sausages from the centre of the table with his bare hand and proceeded to cram three of them into his mouth at once. When he'd swallowed, he frowned at Trunks. "Bothered? Bulla is finally old enough to stop grabbing at my sleeves and you're capable of making me a blasted grandfather?! Thank the gods, I say," he nodded at Bulma absently. "I'd rather not bed a grandmother, anyway."
"So, you're really ok with it? You don't think it's ... weak?"
Exasperated, Vegeta sighed. "What's weak about fucking another man? Honestly, where do you get these ludicrous ideas? Do human men foster these delusions?"
"I ... guess so. Saiyans don't?"
"Gods no. There's nothing better than a good hard, violent fuck after battle. If there's only men about, so be it. At least you don't have to hold back."
Trunks nearly fainted. Was his father implying ... had he?
His mother poked his arm to get his attention. When he turned to her with wide eyes and pale face, she smiled. "Soooo,” she said encouragingly, “when do we meet him?"
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