Authors’ Notes: Updated slowly, originally intended to be a oneshot but shall be continued because the PwP had too much miniscule plot.

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It took Gohan a week to realize that his dirt on Trunks held no weight against what the lavender-haired brat had against him. What was stopping Trunks from saying “Oh hey guys, guess what, I totally fucked Gohan” to everybody? “Trunks is gay” seemed to pale in comparison, and seemed well… redundant after the fact….

Now, why was Gohan all that concerned with it? Well for starters, he was married, and then there was… no just leave it at that. Infidelity was bad enough, no need to expand. So, Gohan realized that he needed something else, he needed a new piece of dirt to hold over the brat’s head…

It took Gohan another two weeks to find it, and he didn’t really find it, or should he say it was Trunks who found him.

“Shit! Gohan! I’m sorry!” Trunks said as he burst through the door of his office.

“Now, now Trunks, is that any language to be using in front of your professor?” Gohan said but not casually. No he said it almost angrily.

“I promise I won’t do it again! Just… just can you let me do it? Right here? Right now?” He said as he fumbled and dug into his bag. “I’ve got everything right here! Please!”

Gohan leaned back in his chair, half amused, half confused. He was also partially embarrassed, since what Trunks said was stirring up memories that twisted his sense of reality, but he wasn’t admitting that. “You may need to elaborate Trunks.” If they had not… Gohan probably would have mocked his sexual-sounding comment.

The rummaging demi looked up. “Didn’t you notice I wasn’t in class today?”

Gohan’s eyes hardened, for more reasons than one. “I’m not your personal stalker Trunks. I don’t pay attention to who is in my class. I have over a hundred students. Where were you instead of in my lecture? Studying? Sleeping in because you were partying? I don’t give exceptions. You weren’t there on time.”

“Com’on Gohan! You’ve known me since I was in diapers!” Trunks pleaded.

However, something else seemed to shine in Trunks’ eyes as he took in Gohan’s first words. It was a glimpse of something heart wrenching that he saw only once before. Gohan’s gaze softened unintentionally.

“Please? Pops dragged me off to train yesterday and I spent most of the night studying.”

Gohan sighed and he pushed up his glasses. He pulled out a test copy reserved for those taking it at a later date. “You have one hour.”

As Gohan continued making the assignment for the following week, his mind began to wander. He shouldn’t have let Trunks write the exam – if the brat studied before, he wouldn’t have slept in and missed his class. However… that gave him merits, it gave him the dirt that he’d been looking for.

“Time’s up.” Gohan said after glancing at the time and he held out his hand. When the paper was handed to him, he put it into an empty drawer in his desk.

“You never use your desk – hey Gohan!” The brat protested.

“You do realize if you had studied beforehand, you would have gone to sleep on time and arrived to my class on time.”

“Oh com’on Gohan! You’re not doing this to me are you!” Trunks frowned.

“They say two wrongs don’t make a right, but two wrongs prevent one another.” The black-haired hero said, just short of glaring at Trunks.

Gohan saw as confusion changed to understanding, then into malice before it finally settled on danger. It was that dangerous expression which came from a distant past, which haunted the older demi, which allured him.

“Gohan…”

That voice!

“Is it really true? Are you really going to blackmail me? What did I do to deserve this treatment?” Trunks had him, he had him good. Gohan turned his head. He couldn’t fall into the trap! He couldn’t let Trunks secure his hold! He couldn’t release his grasp on reality! “I thought you loved me…”

His hand slipped.

“Gohan…”

The quivering in the voice that repeated his name resounded – multiplied – and it caused the stable ground he was grasping onto to crumble, collapse, and he fell back into the chasm that was illusion.

Guilt filled him, Kami did he feel horrible. Trunks sounded so sad – Gohan turned to look at the prince – he looked so sad! Those features which had always been so serious and fearful were filled with sorrow and a fear of a completely new kind. How could he have done such a thing! How could he blackmail Trunks! The man had been through enough already! “Oh Trunks…. I’m sorry… I wasn’t thinking…” His hand moved out to caress and cup Trunks’ face.

Trunks’ leaning into the hand and his hand supporting Gohan’s snapped the last string. It locked the Son into that comfortable fantasy and wouldn’t let him go. No longer was this man his student, but he was transformed by Gohan’s too-willing mind, he had become the one man that Gohan wanted, that he loved, the one he couldn’t stop loving and the one he missed – yearned – for. He was the Trunks that Gohan could never have.

Cautiously, Trunks leaned in, one of his arms moving to the desk in balance, and he let his lips brush against Gohan’s pair in a very feather-like manner. Then those very same lips moved to whisper in his ear. “You were so mean Gohan… I never thought you would do such a thing.”

A shudder travelled down his body. Trunks… his voice, it sounded so hurt, yet it sounded so beautiful. “I’m really sorry Trunks…” He remembered how that voice lowered once the composure slipped, and he craved to hear it again. Trunks was so close, Gohan could smell his body ripening, feel his heat radiating, hear his breath changing, taste his skin sweating, see his hair prickling.

The arm on the desk flexed as Trunks lifted a knee to join it. His movements were slow and deliberate as he crawled up on all fours before letting one hand tightly grip and pull on Gohan’s tie. His mouth opened and his teeth tugged on the ear he previously teased with his tongue.

“Then I suppose you need to prove it – prove that you love me, prove that you are sorry.” He whispered lowly.

Gohan watched with heavy eyes as the man of his dreams began to seduce him. The test lay forgotten in the half-opened drawer, and once again did Trunks become his world, the center of his universe. He tilted his head and he kissed Trunks’ ear that was by his lips. “Then what do you want?” He asked shakily. He’d do anything for Trunks.

“Mmm…” Trunks groaned into his ear. “You’ll just have to figure that out, won’t you?” Even before he finished speaking did he pull Gohan against him with the tie while he kept his eyes hidden behind lavender lashes.

Gohan couldn’t read Trunks’ expression, he couldn’t tell what the prince was thinking, and it was bothering him, yet exciting him.

Trunks leaned back, the hand that was supporting him had moved so that his entire forearm lay flush against the desk. His hips tilted forward, his shoulders hovered over the edge, his torso lay stretched across the surface. All the while Trunks had pulled Gohan down with him, knees on either side of the Son’s waist before stealing a kiss, moving his lips sensually.

And Gohan obliged, both of his hands settled on either side of the prince. As he moved his lips in response, Trunks’ tongue slipped out to push into Gohan’s mouth almost forcefully. His tie was tugged again and again and left no route to escape.

Trunks really had a thing for his ties…

With a feverous and natural submissiveness, Gohan continued to prompt his love on. For some reason, just having Trunks dominate him was something alluring in itself, something that turned him on, something that he sought after, something that he needed. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that watching – feeling – Trunks lose his normal composure and control was erotic.

Trunks pulled away from Gohan to kiss his neck. “Kami, Gohan, you’re so hot.” His tongue flicked out and glided along his neck.

“You…” Gohan shuddered at the mere notion. “You want me.”

“Mm… who wouldn’t?” Trunks asked with a chuckle and the hand holding his tie moved up to loosen it.

What was running though that brilliant mind right now? What new method would Trunks use to make him submit? The mere prospect made the Son shudder in anticipation.

Unravel for me, show me that side of you again…

“But there’s one other thing I want.” The voice was relatively neutral, but it was that hint of audible lust that made Gohan shudder once again.

“Anything Trunks. I’d do anything for you.”

A smirk appeared on Trunks’ face. “I hoped you’d say that.”

Fuck! That went straight to his dick. He didn’t even notice that Trunks removed his tie until it was twirling in the air around Trunks’ forefinger below him.

“I want you to prove your love to me.” Trunks clenched the strip of fabric with his fist in a very Vegeta-like manner and stopped the twirling dead in its tracks. A dangerous yet sexy gleam was in those blue depths before the prince reversed their positions – flipping Gohan beneath him. Next he unravelled the tie that was around his hand while straddling Gohan’s waist. “I want you to show me your love without the use of your hands.” The Son’s tie dangled from Trunks’ hand in an almost hypnotic manner.

As Trunks knelt above him, as he wore that kind and questioning smile, as he held the potential bondage in his hand, Gohan didn’t know what to think. Yet, he was willing. If Trunks wanted to prove himself by this method he would. It was his fault, he shouldn’t have blackmailed his love. “Then let me…” He whispered and removed the shirt from his chest slowly before placing it on a chair carefully.

Still sitting up, Gohan let Trunks tie his wrists behind his back. The prince’s arms ended up wrapping around his torso and the sensation send shivers of delight through his body. Even though there was hardly anything sexual in the embrace, the action itself was typically depicted as one of affection. Yes, that was what he wanted… not just Trunks’ body but something more than that. He did not only lust after this man from the future, but he was in love with him. He wanted a relationship – all of its peaks and ditches – with Trunks, he wanted to live and love with Trunks… yes he wanted Trunks. It had all started at the tender age of ten – when the lavender-haired time traveller stole his heart and carried it off into the future. Now that the thief was back, Gohan would do anything to prove that he deserved that criminal’s heart.

A final slip of the fabric confirmed the bondage – even though they both knew it was only symbolic in nature – and the arms moved back to Trunks’ side. It was disappointing, yes, but the Son would not give up. He would earn Trunks back, he would gain the heart that he’s pined after for almost two decades, hewould prove his love. With a tilt of his hips, Gohan displayed his semi-hard member. “Nn… Trunks…” He let his carnal desires seep into his whispered voice. “I love you.” The low, husky whispers continued and they surely reached Trunks’ ears, as a Saiyajin’s – demi or not – should.

An almost unnoticeable body twitch was accompanied by a cocky reply. “Are you telling me that this is your idea of proving your love Gohan? If so, it’s a little… disappointing.” A soft smile curved the luscious lips that Gohan yearned to taste.

His voice didn’t help matters much either – it was seductive, teasing, alluring, taunting… yet there was some truth to it as well. That was fine, it wasn’t as if he had any ulterior motives to saying those three words anyway. Gohan smiled before scooting closer to Trunks’ hips. “I do hope my words aren’t disappointing if they stood alone.” The Son mimicked Trunks’ tone and arced his hips forward again. “Because it’s only you who can make me like this with your mere presence. Only you who can make my pulse race just with a whiff of your scent. Only you who can clench my heart with a mere syllable.” Gohan arced further, letting his bare chest come into contact with the cloth of Mirai’s shirt and the muscles beneath it. “It beats for you – it beats because of you.”

Trunks bit his lip – in what Gohan didn’t know – but he wouldn’t let Trunks ruin the temple that was his body so Gohan said in his hushed voice, “mmnn… don’t do that love.” He leaned up to connect their lips together. He’d fix the wound. “It’s not nice to harm your own body.” Gohan could feel an answer in Trunks’ nether regions and a low moan was muffled between their lips. Kami… an aspect was one thing, reality on the other… Did Gohan ever want that hardening organ in him once again. “T-Trunks…” The Son gasped quietly. “Only you who can make me tremble with need.” As if to prove his point, a shudder shook Gohan from head to toe. “Only you who can make me beg. Please, please, Trunks. I want you, I need you, I love you. Will you please forgive me? Only you can satisfy this unending need I have for you.”

I want you hold you, I want to cling to you. Please Trunks; forgive me. Gohan looked up at Trunks with a pleading look in his eyes and kissed him hard.

“Fuck me Trunks.”

Those harshly whispered words seemed to be the catalyst Trunks needed. The lavender-haired prince’s hands grasped at Gohan’s face, his palms crushed his ears and his fingers dug into his scalp. He yanked the other demi desperately while answering the hard kiss with his tongue – thrusting it into the unexpecting but willing mouth.

Yes! This was exactly what he wanted – Trunks unleashed – and Gohan knew that there was still so much more to see! Gohan manoeuvred his body before wrapping his legs around Trunks’ waist and used the leverage to grind their hips together. More! More! His legs clung to the other tightly in need. He wanted Trunks to feel his excitement, he wanted to cause Trunks even more excitement. He still remembered the last time in crystal clarity and he wanted a repeat. “Please!” Gohan begged.

Trunks smirked and paused a moment before he roughly pushed Gohan back on the desk. His hands grappled at Gohan’s belt, releasing the belt and clasp – lessening the tension – before he worked on his own shirt – first loosening his tie and sliding it out of the knot and then pushing each button out of their holes tantalizing slow. Gohan watched with hungry eyes, squirming as his member hardened at the display and his legs slackened around Trunks’ waist, too distracted as Trunks’ shirt and tie were removed. It seemed that even the lavender-haired hero had lost his patience as his own belt and pants were freed as quickly as Gohan’s. His member pressed against the remaining confines before Trunks helped it pop out – hard and proud.

“Do you want this?” Trunks asked huskily and gave a long stroke to the object in question.

Even as Gohan swallowed in anticipation, he could feel his own member twitch in respond to both the words and tone. Damn was Trunks ever unrestrained! The Son nodded – of course he wanted it! Who wouldn’t?

“Then come and get it.” The prince said with a twitch of his fingers, a widening grin, and pulled down Gohan’s pants to reveal the hard member and supple ass. Once observing his work, he stroked himself again – slowly – and closed his eyes in pure pleasure. “Mmnn… Gohan…”

Ah fuck, he was going to blow right now if he didn’t do something! So the demi flexed his abdominals and lifted his ass before he directed it towards Trunks’ hard member. The other demi saw what his lover was trying to do and assisted with the positioning and supported his cock with his hand. The Gohan could feel the head pushing against his opening before he carefully descended – feeling the girth with much more detail than before. He wouldn’t deny that it was painful, but things would get better – so much better – and that kept him going and once Trunks was fully in, Gohan let himself relax.

It was Trunks’ turn to act – and the first thing he did was remove Gohan’s pants completely. He followed with moving his own remaining clothes so that they dangled around his knees. “Now Gohan,” the prince whispered, “I want you to fly.”

Gohan was curious at the request but he obeyed anyway and began to float above the desk.

The Son soon learned the reasoning as Trunks positioned them so that he was kneeling on the desk and he brought Gohan back down to the surface. His pants and shoes had sometime fallen off, and both demis were completely nude.

But Gohan was getting impatient. Having Trunks inside of him but doing nothing was driving him insane, and because of the prince’s arms, Gohan couldn’t urgently pull his lover closer with his legs, having them pinned between them. So he did the only thing he could do – arc his back.

And he gasped at the movement it caused inside of him. Did he really miss it this much? Oh Kami… he wanted even more. “T-Trunks… M-Move!”

Trunks let out a low moan and slowly began to move. Out, in, out, in. It was simple, but it was as much preparation Gohan was going to get today. A hand soon crept onto his inner thigh and rubbed circles on the skin there causing even more waves of pleasure and tension. “Gohan.” Kami, his voice was spoken by an angel. “Are you ready?”

With a nod, Gohan realized that this was going to be the last thing his composed, calm, and cautious Trunks was going to say before all formalities were forgotten within the pleasure and need. But Gohan craved for that – seeing the crack in Trunks’ actions was just so damn hot – and the thought that only he could do that just turned him on even more. Then he felt it, he felt the beginnings of the frantic movements that aimed towards his –––

Oh FUCK yes!

“Tr-mmph!” Right. Quiet, quiet.

His own coherency was lost as well and his body moved and arced in tandem with Trunks’ hips. His own movements were confined and limited, but somehow that was fine – more than fine. The thought of Trunks overpowering and controlling him…. His world was focused on that sole thought, on the pleasure, the lust, Trunks himself, and the movements created between – within – them. How he wanted to voice his pleasure that built up, the wondrous tension, that lustrous drive, but he had to keep quiet. He couldn’t even remember why, except that it was important. Instead, Gohan let his body tell the story, he forced every one of his emotions to the surface of his body and within the depths of his eyes. His body spoke the words that his mouth could not.

His neck craned in pleasure, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his eyes glistened with lust, his mouth gaping in silent moans, his toes curled in anticipation, and his ass clenching in need.

Gohan could both see and feel the tell-tale signs of Trunks’ pleasure as well, and it just drove his lust even further. There was this glint in the blue eyes that held his gaze – so much fire – there was this tremble in the hand that stroked his cock – so much need – and there was this occasional twitch in the cock that penetrated his ass – so much tension. Trunks was almost gone and Gohan knew he would follow close behind.

“A-Ah…” The broken gasp escaped those luscious lips before he could feel a warm essence filling him in one, two, three… Gohan lost count and concentrated on that beautiful face before him – those eyes closed in ecstasy, that parted mouth, that head thrown back and that whisper of his name before he, too, feel over the edge while silencing his exclamation to a gasp.

There were a few moments as they rode down from their high and then Gohan heard the shuffling of fabric before the tie bonding his wrists was removed. He turned towards his saviour with a smile, only to be greeted with a dark smirk and a tie dangling hypnotically.

Oh shit! Oh shit! This was not happening! Confinement, lack of control… Not only was Trunks fucking with his mind and body, he had to fuck with his heart too! The fucking brat just twisted his Trunks, he had just perverted the heroic, calm, and passive saviour! Trunks was never controlling, he was never possessive! He was going to pay!

Gohan glared, snatched the tie and put his clothes on before opening the window. “Get out, get the fuck out before I throw you out!”

Trunks was still wearing his smirk as he casually walked towards the window and flew out of it, having the gall to even give a small wave in farewell.

Gohan slowly ran his hands through his hair with shaking arms. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Trunks was going to bloody pay!

Authors’ Notes: Updated slowly, originally intended to be a oneshot but shall be continued because the PwP had too much miniscule plot.

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“Mr. Briefs…” A low voice rumbled as a wooden rod slapped in Gohan’s palm. “I appreciate that you are attending my lecture, but perhaps it would be best if you and your friend carried on your conversation outside.”

A lavender-haired man glanced up from his spot in the lecture hall and glared at Gohan.

“Now would be a prompt time. I have another hundred other students to teach, and I’m certain they would appreciate that I continue on. Unlike some people they wouldn’t want their hard-earned money to go to waste.” Gohan continued as he brought the pointing stick down on his hand again.

Curses escaped the heir of the Capsule Corporation (as well as the Saiyajin throne, but nobody except the student and professor knew that) as he gathered his stuff and stormed out of the classroom with the friend he was talking to.

A few hours later brought a quick rapping on his door. Gohan didn’t need to ask who it was, and he sighed before pushing up his glasses. “Come in Trunks.”

“Oh, so you use my first name now huh?” The young man said as he glared at his professor. “You just had to announce my last name in class, didn’t you? Now this is going to be the talk of the school for ages! ‘The young Capsule Corporation heir kicked out of class for talking! Is it okay to trust the multi-billion-zeni corporation with somebody so irresponsible?’”

“Well using your first name implies a closer relationship, so I couldn’t use that. What did you expect me to say, young man with the pink-purple hair? I don’t think you would have appreciated that Trunks.” Gohan said as he walked over and closed the door. It locked automatically with a click.

“I-It’s not pink!” Trunks protested with an even more heated glare. “And for all you know I could have been asking for help!”

Gohan sighed and ran a hand through his spiky black hair. “Man, last night’s party was awesome, wasn’t it? When’s the next one– Need I continue? You forget that I, too, am part Saiyajin and have a stronger sense of hearing.”

“Really Gohan? Is that all you come up with? That’s a clichéd line on a Monday!”

“How about: You see that dude in the fron–” The smouldering look in Trunks’ blue eyes made Gohan stop. “Don’t worry Trunks, I’m not going to spill your secret to anybody. Besides, you’re the one who brought this on yourself. Maybe if you bothered to take notes on what I was saying instead of gossiping and bragging to your friends, you wouldn’t be here, now would you?”

“Seriously! What’s it to you? I talked in class and I didn’t pay attention, if I fail, it’s my problem.”

“I swear, your selfishness is worse than both of your parents! Do you not understand that those around you are distracted by your blatantly sexual comments and your little gossip-buddy also isn’t paying attention because you’re talking to them? The world doesn’t revolve around you, however important you are!”

Trunks gave him a smirk and sat on Gohan’s desk. “Oh really? I think I recall a time where everybody thought you dead and your little brother and I were the last hope of the world, no the universe.”

Gohan knew the look Trunks was giving him, it was that I’m better than thou look that often made its appearance on Vegeta’s face. Instead of picking up the bait, Gohan stood at his door with his arms crossed. “I never remember your future self – the last fighter of Earth – being this self-pompous. A post-apocalyptic world does you good.”

“Well word has it that you prevented that, prof, and now you’re stuck with me. Too bad huh?” Trunks said as he crossed his legs, looking completely relaxed on Gohan’s desk.

Gohan pushed up his sliding glasses again. “Now, is there anything else you wish to address Trunks? I do have to mark your assignment today.”

The prince smirked as he hopped off of Gohan’s desk and sauntered over to the black-haired Demi, a sway in his step. Once he reached his professor who had the door open, Trunks slammed a hand on the door and closed it as it clicked once again. His other hand was on his hip. “You know, you have quite the lip yourself. How do I know you won’t blackmail me into behaving with the new information you’ve gathered on me hmm?” The hand that had settled on the cocked hip moved to twirl itself in Gohan’s black tie, crinkling the ironed fabric in his grasp. “But, then again, I think I might have a hefty pile of dirt on you, Gohan.”

Gohan glanced down at his brother’s best friend as neutral as he could with warm breath caressing his neck. “What use would blackmail have for me?”

“I don’t know.” Trunks glanced up into Gohan’s eyes before turning back to the exposed neck. “Maybe to get me to shut up and pay attention in your class? Or perhaps…” Gohan couldn’t suppress the shiver as Trunks ran his tongue over his neck. “To get something you want.”

The Son could feel lips smirking against his skin. Why did they have to smell the same? “Trunks!” He protested and his hands lifted to push the body away, but stopped once the skin of his neck was clamped between Trunks’ teeth. Gohan bit his lip to stop any further reactions.

A dark chuckle escaped Trunks’ chest. “What is that you want hmm? Do you want me to be well-behaved, polite, cautious, and obedient?” Teeth bit down to draw blood and a gasp from Gohan. “Just like my future self?”

An even louder gasp was quickly muffled and changed into a deep-set scowl with a dark glare.

The lavender-haired prince smirked. “Oh, don’t go denying it. I notice your expression when you talk about him, and I can see how you look at me, only to frown once I act out of character of your fantasy.” Trunks pulled Gohan closer with his tie and he leaned up to whisper in his best friend’s brother’s ear. “How about we play a little game of pretend hmm? I’ll be the polite person you always wanted… It’s not as if his body is any different then mine anyway.”

Gohan stood up straight with shock in his black eyes and he shoved Trunks away. The other man, however, continued to hold onto the tie bound to Gohan’s neck, and with little effort he had pulled the other man on top of him and towards the immaculately clean desk. No papers, pens or electronics flew around at their rough landing since there were none to begin with.

Trunks took his opportunity and pulled Gohan down with the tie for a rough kiss. Using his free hand, Trunks tangled it into Gohan’s hair, keeping him there with push and pull. When Gohan’s lips slowly started to respond, Trunks whispered. “Now, now… I think we’ve got it backwards. If we’re going to play pretend, I’d be older than you, would I not?” The lavender-haired man pulled away from the kiss, teasing the other’s lips with his tongue.

Gohan glared down at Trunks half-heartedly. On one hand, he wanted to kick Trunks out of his office, yet on the other…

Trunks flipped them around so that he was on top of Gohan, and still he held the tie.

“I’ll be your Trunks…” The words were a bare whisper and opened the door to fantasy.

Kami they smelled the same…

“So,” Trunks’ lips were caressing the shell of his ear, “what do you say, Gohan?”

And they were around the same age… Gohan shuddered and arced his body against Trunks in silent agreement.

“Gohan…” Trunks said, and the tone of his voice did wonders on Gohan. It was calm, it was composed… so unlike Trunks yet so like Him. “Are you sure about this?”

Although Gohan knew that Trunks was mocking him, it was so much easier, so much more enjoyable to just fall into the land of fantasy that was being carved out for him. Meekly, Gohan nodded.

“Okay… I just don’t want to hurt you.” Trunks said as he caressed Gohan’s cheek before leaning in for a gentle kiss.

Gohan didn’t want to close his eyes, he didn’t want to blink. Here he was, in a living dream, and Gohan would do anything to continue. The man above him was not the bratty best friend of his younger brother, but the man that Gohan idolized as a child, the one who saved his father and his friends. It was the second man whom he had seen as Super Saiyajin. There was no cocky smirk, just a soft, loving expression, and Gohan couldn’t get enough of it.

“Trunks…” Gohan whispered against the lips and allowed Trunks’ tongue in. He let the hand that wasn’t holding his tie glide down his body. He permitted the soft caresses that Trunks’ fingers were doing against his clothed skin. He accepted the unbuttoning of his shirt.

“You’re so beautiful…”

Gohan was already too far gone in his illusion to read the truth behind those words. His body arced to Trunks’ touch. It wasn’t hard to lose himself in the fantasy, since Trunks looked the same, felt the same (callused, lean, and strong fingers, firm abs, built body….) sounded the same, and even smelled the same.

Trunks lips moved from Gohan’s and they trailed down the body with butterfly kisses. His hand caressed Gohan’s ass, pulling hips closer together. Gohan bit his bottom lip, not too far gone to realize where they were.

Lips moved back up to kiss the abused lip. “You need to take care of your body Gohan… I won’t be able to admire its full glory otherwise.” Trunks said softly and Gohan’s tie twisted and twirled around his hand before moving that hand to cup his cheek and caress the bitten, bruising, bottom lip. “Hmm…” Trunks glanced around before looking at the fabric in his hand and loosened the tie. “Bite on this.” He said and placed the fabric in Gohan’s mouth.

Trunks… Trunks didn’t want him to ruin his body, he didn’t want Gohan to tarnish what he thought was beautiful. So, Gohan opened his mouth as he allowed the collar of his tie into it. There, both of Trunks’ hands were free and they roamed his body. Soon his shirt was completely removed but it was kindly placed over a chair so that it would not wrinkle. The fingers caressed Gohan’s every crevice, every scar, every bump. At first, the movements were slow, but they began to speed up. With each gasp, each moan, Gohan bit down into the cloth of his tie and tried to silence them. Although his office was a bit out of the way, it was not isolated. Other professors of the University could be just beyond the walls.

“Your body is so sensitive…”

Trunks continued to revel in his body, and that was just fine with Gohan. It was something that the Son desired. If Trunks wanted his body, it was fine, because Gohan was sure that he wanted Trunks even more so. If only he could voice his opinions… his feelings… but they were not in the privacy of a bedroom.

The buckle of Gohan’s pants was removed, but before Trunks could continue, Gohan stopped him as he let his hands wander over Trunks’ body. He wanted to see the light tan skin uninterrupted by clothes, he wanted to feel it. Trunks, Trunks, and Trunks. It was all Gohan could think about and he wanted to know his saviour.

Trunks smiled as he pulled out his tucked in dress-shirt, letting Gohan unbutton it from the bottom while the lavender-haired heir started at the top after loosening his own tie. Their hands met as they reached for the last button, but Trunks allowed Gohan the pleasure of removing it. Both shirt and tie joined Gohan’s shirt neatly on the chair.

Gohan’s eyes wandered over the built torso and coiled muscles. Then, his hands wandered the path that his eyes took, and Gohan wanted to taste the skin below his fingertips, the muscles twitching at his touch, yet he could not. Sounds were something they had to be wary of, and Gohan cursed it.

Trunks’ hands moved to hold Gohan’s and brought both pairs down to the remaining belt buckle holding the prince’s pants up. Then Trunks moved his own hands to continue the removal of Gohan’s pants that had been interrupted earlier. He was slow, patient, and ensured that the clothes did not look messy. They still have things to do, places to be after all of this.

And once they were both fully undressed did Gohan let a shudder pass through him. Kami… Trunks…

“Gohan…” The prince’s voice was filled with the same emotion he held – lust.

A hand traced along the half-hardened length, and Gohan let another shiver pass through him. How long? How long has he wanted that hand doing that? How long has he imagined? Waited? Yet it all seemed worth it in the end and his hips tilted towards the teasing hand. He wanted more. As he moaned, he remembered to keep quiet and bit down on his tie. Yet, he still needed to show Trunks his desire, his pleasure. His hands moved to capture the lavender-haired prince’s face and their heated gazes met. Gohan’s smouldering black met with fiery blue and they held firm as Trunks resumed his attentions to Gohan’s member, stroking it to full attention.

Gohan wanted to watch Trunks climb that ladder of passion, witness Trunks at that purest, highest moment, and observe Trunks as he rode down into that aftermath. Everything about his saviour – his friend from the future – was alluring, like a drug and he couldn’t get enough of him.

Trunks’ hands wandered to knead at his ass. “Mmm…” He said before breaking their blazing gaze and caressed the shell of Gohan’s ear with his lips. “You’re so tense Gohan… do you want me to remedy that?” His voice was seductive and impassioned, yet steady and calm.

Gohan shuddered and nodded. He needed this, wanted this. For Trunks to take him, to make him submit and so much more.

“Not just yet Gohan, turn around please. I’ll ease those muscles, loosen you up.”

And, without taking a second to think about it, Gohan turned. Then, Trunks’ lean, talented fingers found the back of his neck and moved. They eased the tension, the knots, the locks. They moved lower, pushing deeper, and yet, Gohan could feel the royal, hardened length against him, moving with Trunks’ body as he massaged Gohan’s mid-back, and the black-haired Demi would be lying if he wasn’t turned on by it. His groans, his sighs, his moans were all held in, blocked as he bit down on the fabric of his tie.

Once Trunks got to the gluteal muscles, Gohan’s hips pressed back.

“I know, I know.” Trunks said soothingly into his ear. “But we need you to loosen up, to be prepared. I don’t want to hurt you Gohan.”

Yet, having Trunks’ fingers so near his entrance was having quite the opposite effect. Anticipation filled him and he shuddered. The prince chuckled lightly and a hand wandered to stroke Gohan’s erection slowly and released some of the pressure. A pair of lips kissed their way down from his ear before the hand still massaging was lifted away. Trunks still stroked him, slowly, sensually, but only enough to distract him. Then, a wet finger found his pucker and circled it, causing more shivers of pleasure to race down Gohan’s body. The finger entered, stretching, exploring. It didn’t quite feel uncomfortable yet neither comfortable, just unusual. The other hand, though, distracted him from that as it continued its leisurely pace along his length. Next the second finger entered and it tipped the balance, now entering discomfort – but not a bad one. Here, Trunks’ tongue distracted Gohan as it slid up his spine. However, with a slight push, the Son saw stars.

Almost, almost, did he forget to clamp down on the poor fabric, but at the last second, just before the sounds of pleasure escaped his throat, his teeth clenched, his lips attempting to close. Instinctively, Gohan’s lower body pushed back, craving the sensational overload, damned or not if it’d released another moan. He didn’t even notice the missing hand around his member, but all that he wanted now was that pleasure once again.

“Patience Gohan, it gets better, I’ll give you more.” Trunks said as his composure began to slip.

Gohan shuddered at the mere thought of his saviour’s control all but gone.

Trunks’ fingers delved deeper, stretched further, wandered about and allowed the unused muscles to awaken, to heat up, to prevent tearing, yet he ignored – avoided – that bundle of nerves. Even with the third finger, stretching this way and that. Yet, it still left Gohan hot, it left him needy. He had tasted that forbidden fruit, the one that was overripe and left on the tree for too long. It left an aftertaste, a craving, and Gohan wanted more.

His whine was muffled through the fabric as the fingers left him and it reminded him that they had to be silent.

“You can turn around.” Trunks’ voice was husky, low, hot with unbridled lust, and as Gohan turned he was greeted with a matching expression. Trunks had lost all control, all restraint, and it went straight for the dark-haired Demi’s cock.

Fuck he’s hot.

Then the prince smirked, enjoying what he saw before he spread Gohan’s legs, pulling them to his shoulders as he positioned himself between his thighs. “Just bear with it.”

Those words made Gohan dizzy with lust. They were twisted with control and desire, some odd, magical mixture in between. He then bit down on the collar of his tie and his eyes slit in mock pleasure and pain as the other entered him. Yet, yet Gohan still watched, he watched the other’s expression as he was slowly filled, watched as restraint pulled against instinctual lust.

How Gohan wanted to break that harness.

Their eyes met again – smouldering coal and blue fire meeting at the deepest pits of a flame.

A moment stood still before the silent conversation finished.

Go.

The first thrusts were slow, experimental and acclimatization, and once Gohan pushed back, things solidified. Speed picked up, strength increased, experiments turned into results and Gohan was fighting the screams of pleasure. Again, again and again was his sweet spot hit, the nerves screaming their own silent forms of pleasure. Gohan began to feel loose threads in his mouth but he never took note of it. He just bit down and swallowed the impassioned sounds, still keeping watch on his beloved’s face, watching as rapture took control, watching as he held sounds back, watching as his climax neared.

A hand took his solid length and moved it in tune with their thrusts. It caused Gohan to bite down harder, loosing more strands of fabric, but it wasn’t as if he noticed any of that at all.

“Nnn!” The muffled sound escaped his lavender-haired hero.

Further, further, just a bit more!

Trunks slammed their hips and lips together as they screamed and exploded together.

Then the prince slumped, heaving. A moment passed before a stray lock of hair was brushed from Gohan’s face. “Gohan… I…” The voice was pure, it was light, and as Gohan met the blue eyes he was greeted with softness that reminded him of the sky. But then, a plug, a clog, and Trunks froze, exiting Gohan.

And Gohan’s body iced over as well as his illusion faded. The black depths of his eyes became hard obsidian and his fist met Trunks’ cheek.

Gohan thought he saw pain in Trunks’ face, but it flashed so quickly that it, too, was probably an illusion. For the lips curled into that signature royal smirk.

The words didn’t even have to be spoken, they both knew what the other was thinking.

Trunks grabbed his own clothes but had enough decency (or perhaps it was pride) to toss Gohan his. There was no care for neatness. The Son grabbed them quickly, his honed reactions responding immediately to the flying clothes and put them on.

Without another word, Trunks left, the door locking behind him with a click.

And Gohan, all he could do was glare at the door that his student left from.

Hefty fucking pile indeed.

Author’s Notes:  “Denotes speaking” //denotes thoughts//

*****

“What an amazing sunrise!” Goku said with childlike awe as he stood in the window and watched the sky turning from black to purple, violet and pink to a beautiful bright blue. “Come on Vegeta, look!” He whirled and grabbed the surly Saiyan by the arm, pulling him away from the table, not to mention his coffee and breakfast, and firmly dragging him in front of the window.

Vegeta’s lip curled into a snarl, and a cutting remark was on his tongue, as he was pulled over to stand beside the other. But just before reaching the window, Vegeta tripped on a chair leg, losing his balance and bumping his face into the taller Saiyan’s broad chest.

“Whoops, sorry Vegeta,” Goku smiled down at him and put one hand on his upper arm, and the wound the other around to Vegeta’s back and turned him to face the window.

“Stop it! Get your hands off me! Kakarott, I’m warning you….” He clenched his fist, preparing to blast the source of his anger clear across the room, when a soft, high pitched yawn was heard from the doorway.

“Ah, hey, Goku! You’re up early, want some breakfast too?” Bulma leaned on the doorframe, dressed in a short, almost see through negligee.

“For heaven’s sake put some clothes on woman!” Vegeta shouted.

“Oh shut up!” Bulma snapped, “You’ll wake Trunks, and what have I told you about firing energy blasts inside the house?” she glared at him angrily.

“Huh? Oh.” Vegeta looked at his hand, which was glowing gold from the energy waiting to be used, and allowed it to disperse harmlessly. Goku turned from the window, leaned against the wall, and tried desperately to hold back from laughing at the look on Vegeta’s face, which managed to be a mix of frustration, anger, sheepishness, and embarrassment all at the same time.

As Vegeta raised his eyes and met Goku’s, he crossed his arms and turned to stare fixedly at the sunrise, his whole face turning a deep shade of crimson. “Well,” Goku said slowly, “Chi-Chi made me a huge breakfast, and packed a great big care package for us to take with us, but since you’re offering…”

“Hey, no problemo!” she chirped. “Just let me get dressed,” she looked pointedly at Vegeta, “and I’ll get right on it. Oh, and I know how much Vegeta eats, so I guess I should make up a package for him too.”

“Thanks Bulma” Goku cast a sidelong glance Vegeta’s way, and smiled again.

//Wonderful, just great!// Vegeta thought, //Now I’m never going to hear the end of this. Instead of training, Kakarott will be teasing me incessantly about this whole episode!//

Goku studied Vegeta’s profile, smirking at the pink patches that repeatedly spread across the other’s cheeks, and contemplating all the ways he could tease him about this over the next couple of days, without getting Vegeta pissed off enough to try to kill him. //You’re cute when you blush.// Goku thought, then started violently as he realized what had just gone through his head. //Oh my god! What am I thinking? I didn’t actually…// he turned and gaped at Vegeta, face red, mouth open and eyes wide with shock, and was intensely grateful as he realized he hadn’t spoken the thought aloud. //I wouldn’t be surprised if he went Super Saiyan and did try to blast me into oblivion if he ever heard me say that!//

Suddenly Vegeta whirled and grabbed the front of Goku’s shirt, “And just what the hell are you staring at?! Huh?!” he all but screamed.

“Hey, hey take it easy Vegeta,” Goku placed his hands on Vegeta’s shoulders and squeezed gently. Feeling the smaller Saiyan jump and stiffen at the touch he thought, //Man, he’s still so skittish when it comes to any kind of touching that doesn’t involve beating the shit out of someone, I’m still amazed he and Bulma actually managed to have a child together.//

“Relax, and stop taking things so personally.” he said.

“Well,” Vegeta snarled, “stop laughing at me then!” he reached up and grabbed Goku’s wrists and lifted his hands off his shoulders, holding and looking at them for a second and thought, //Why did it have to be him of all people? Every time he puts his hands on me, I just want to surrender to him// before spinning around and stalking back to the table to finish his breakfast.

“I wasn’t laughing at you.” Goku said quietly. A glance and a gruff “Hnn” was all he got as a response as Vegeta resumed finishing off the massive helpings of eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes, and home fries that were heaped in front of him.

As Goku turned his attention back to the sunrise, Vegeta watched him surreptitiously, //How is it that he manages to maintain that innocent, childlike quality about him?// Vegeta wondered. //With all the battles he’s been in, the death and destruction he’s witnessed, and yet he still stands there in awe looking at something as simple as a sunrise.// He watched the sunrise from the table, enjoying the silence. As his gaze fell to Goku’s back, a slow-motion replay of his stumble flashed through his mind, he felt again the hard muscles of Goku’s chest against his cheek, and the sound of his heart beating. Then those huge hands, one curled around his bicep, and the other sliding up between his shoulder blades, he could still feel a tingle there. He also felt warmth in his shoulders where Goku had laid his hands and squeezed. He mused //I wonder what it would feel like to have his hands on my….// And promptly sprayed his mouthful of coffee across the table and onto the floor as Goku spun around to look at him, as if he had read his mind. He quickly ducked his head and resumed eating with alarming speed, even for him.

Goku watched Vegeta, confusion plain on his face, //Why was he staring at me like that?// he asked himself //and why did he spit his coffee all over and blush like that when I looked at him? It’s like he was thinking something he didn’t want me to know about,// a thought hit him like a hammer blow, //Could it be that he..Nah, not Vegeta, I don’t think he’d ever find another guy attractive.// a sharp pang of disappointment ran through him at this last thought, and he wondered how he was going to get through spending the next few days alone with Vegeta, without him finding out how he really felt about him. //Vegeta and I have a tenuous friendship as it is, what would happen if he knew I wanted to be more than just friends?//

Just then, Bulma breezed into the kitchen and, using the ultra modern appliances her father had installed, made a breakfast the same size as Vegeta’s so quickly that Goku’s jaw dropped and he gaped at her in astonishment, “Wow Bulma, how’d you make all that food so fast?” he immediately sat down and dug in.

“Thank Dad!” She said with a grin, “I could never keep up with Vegeta and Trunks’s eating habits, especially considering there’s two of Trunks here now that future Trunks has decided to stay with us, without all this stuff!” she held her arm out to indicate the complex array of gadgets and machines that filled half of the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Goku said with a sheepish grin, “I should talk to your dad about getting some of this stuff for Chi-Chi, she has a really hard time trying to keep up with me, Gohan and Goten.”

“Well,” Bulma began, he’ll be up in about another half hour or so…”

“No, absolutely not!” Vegeta jumped up and yelled, startling the others, “we don’t have time for this now! Kakarott and I are going out to train, and we’re going now! He can see your dad later, and..” he added with a smirk, “bring some of these things home with him as a present. After all, we all know how pissed off Chi-Chi gets about his almost constant absences.” he crossed his arms and stared at Goku pointedly, his eyes gleaming maliciously.

Goku chose to ignore the comment and continued stuffing food into his face as he mumbled around mouthfuls, “Hey great idea Vegeta, thanks!”

“Hmph, bonehead,” Vegeta muttered quietly, and Goku almost choked on his last sausage trying to stifle a laugh.

Half an hour later, the two Saiyans were finally ready to go, after much prodding, grumbling, complaining and threatening on Vegeta’s part.

“Hey Bulma,” Goku began, “do you think you could go over and see Chi-Chi and try to, you know, …” he fidgeted nervously.

“Keep her company and try to keep her mind off your absence? Sure, no problem Goku.” She said with a warm smile directed at her longtime friend, then glared at Vegeta, “I know just how she feels.”

“What do you want from me?” Vegeta demanded, “Would you rather have a planet to live on, or me playing husband and father of the year?”

“Well,” Bulma mused, seeming to consider it for a moment, as Vegeta crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and raised his head, “I guess that’s a no-brainer, but you aren’t exactly a great husband and father when there’s NO threat to the planet either, like RIGHT NOW!” she shouted.

“Foolish woman! I HAVE to train to INCREASE my power and stay in top fighting form for when there IS a threat!” he shouted back. Just as the two began to take their positions for an all out war, Goku grabbed Vegeta by the arm and pulled him into the air.

“Well look at the time,” he said with a nervous grin, “got your stuff Vegeta? Great let’s go. Bye Bulma!” He waved as he quickly dragged Vegeta and the two rather large care packages off toward the island he and Vegeta had decided to train on.

They arrived on the island by noon, due to Goku’s veering off to look at anything that caught his eye, and his almost merciless teasing of Vegeta which, on several occasions, had caused the irate Saiyan prince to chase after a hysterically laughing Goku and threatening to blast him into the next dimension, which had thrown them countless miles off course at least three times.

After landing and using one of Bulma’s exploding capsule houses, Goku decided it was lunch time, and immediately headed toward the house to get something to eat.

“Oh no you don’t! Time for you to pay for all those stupid remarks Kakarott!” Vegeta went Super Saiyan and fired a huge blast of energy at Goku.

“Wha..? Hey! No fair!” Goku shouted, going Super Saiyan and blocking the attack. “Alright then,” he smirked, “if that’s the way you want to play…”

And the fight was on!

***

[Meanwhile.....]

Bulma decided perhaps she should go and see Chi-Chi and the boys this afternoon instead of putting it off. She grabbed Chibi and Mirai Trunks, packed them into the car, and sped off.

Chi-Chi was standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror as she prepared for a nice, hot bath. She glanced up and studied her reflection. //I hate this, being alone so much, dammit! Even when there’s no big battles to be fought, I’m left alone for days on end, I.. I have needs!// she blushed at herself as she pictured how she’d like those needs met. //Vegeta’s no better, I would love to know how Bulma handles it. She always seems happy, content, you never see her showing signs of frustration! How does she do it?// She grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head, pouting slightly, cocking her hip to one side. She studied her body critically, her breasts, her flat and toned stomach, and tried to picture herself in some of the more risque outfits Bulma paraded around in. Chi-Chi found herself picturing Bulma’s body, her breasts, which could be seen almost completely thanks to some of the skimpy bathing suits she wore, her hips, her high, round butt, her long slender legs…

“Hey, anybody home?!” Chi-Chi jumped three feet into the air and let out a loud squeal, her face turning several shades of red as the object of her rather hentai thoughts walked into the house.

“Hey, Chi-Chi where are you?” Bulma called as she made her way toward the bathroom.

“Uhhh, well, I’m just, ummm” Chi-Chi scrambled down the hall and into the bedroom, trying to find something to put on, when the door swung open to reveal Bulma leaning against the door frame with mischievous smile playing on her face. The short, tight electric blue dress she wore showed off all of the physical attributes Chi-Chi had just been thinking about. Every curve was played up to the hilt, and the dress stopped high up on her thighs, showing off Bulma’s legs to maximum advantage. Chi-Chi couldn’t seem to help herself as she stopped and stared, her eyes roaming every inch of Bulma’s body in a way her hands would never dare.

When she looked up and saw Bulma staring back at her, she squawked and dove back into the bathroom, hiding behind the door, breathing heavily.

Bulma stood in the doorway, stunned. She had never seen Chi-Chi naked, although she had to admit she always wondered exactly what was hidden under those long bulky clothes she always wore. She also had to admit with smirk, that she had been pleasantly surprised by what she had seen, as had Chi-Chi, judging from the way the other woman had been undressing her with her eyes. She couldn’t believe that there might actually be a possibility that her friend might share the attraction Bulma had been trying to hide for so long.

“Hey, Chi-Chi,” Bulma called, “when you’re ready to come down, I thought you, me and the boys could go for a walk in the woods, and have a picnic, what do you think? Let the boys get out and play for a few hours, and we could have a little time to ourselves.” the last said with a sly smile playing on Bulma’s lips, unseen by Chi-Chi who was still hiding behind the bathroom door trying to get her breathing and heartbeat back under control.

“Umm, sure.” Chi-Chi said, her voice still unsteady, “I was just about to get into the bathtub, give me about half an hour O.K.?”

Bulma’s eyes flashed, //Need an extra pair of hands in there?// she thought, but instead called out “O.K., I’ll just make sure everything’s packed up and we’ll wait out in the yard.” Images of a naked, soap slicked Chi-Chi filled her head as Bulma slowly slunk down the stairs.

In exactly forty minutes, Chi-Chi was bathed, dressed, and running lightly down the stairs, clad in a light, pink summer dress that clung softly to her curves, and ended a couple of inches above her knees. Pink flats, a couple of bangles on her arms, and simple hoop earrings completed the outfit beautifully. All the boys stopped wrestling around in the yard and stared. Gohan and Goten had never seen their mother dressed in anything but the long, bulky, cumbersome outfits that seemed to cover every inch of skin except her arms and face.

“Wow, Chi-Chi,” Bulma said, her voice slightly husky “you look awesome.” her eyes dropped slowly, taking in every inch of Chi-Chi’s long, slender legs, noticing the well toned calves, creamy thighs, the way that dress seemed to accentuate the curve of her hips and buttocks, the slender waist, the swell of her breasts… Bulma’s eyes slowly drank in the sight of Chi-Chi’s hair, long and flowing freely about her face and shoulders, noticing the full, slightly parted lips made all the more sensual by an application of light pink, shimmery lip gloss, and moving up to those black velvet eyes, the ones she had come so close to drowning in on more than one occasion, the same eyes that were widened in surprise as they stared right back at her. Then Chi-Chi smiled at her, and then let her gaze drop to settle on Bulma’s breasts for a few seconds, before catching the other’s eye and giving her a wink and a devilish smile.

“Come on, let’s go mom!” Goten grabbed his mother’s hand and began pulling her up the hill and onto the trail. Mirai Trunks and Gohan grabbed the picnic baskets, blanket and toys for the two younger boys as Chibi Trunks grabbed Bulma’s hand and said “Yeah mom, come on!”

Bulma smiled and allowed herself to be pulled up the hill, admiring the gentle sway of Chi-Chi’s hips beneath her dress all the way to the picnic sight, eagerly anticipating the time when the boys would be in bed and she would have the dark-haired beauty all to herself. //This might well prove to be the longest afternoon of my entire life// she thought ruefully.

***

[Goku and Vegeta's sparring grounds, two hours later.....]

The two Super Saiyans flew at each other once again, executing kicks and punches so fast that no ordinary human could follow their moves. Goku fired an enormous Kamehameha at Vegeta, but he dodged and suddenly appeared scant inches from Goku’s face! Goku braced himself for a blow, but instead, Vegeta stopped and looked down at his abdomen, which proceeded to issue a horribly loud, fierce growl.

“O.K., now it’s lunchtime.” He said with a smile, before delivering a jab to Goku’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and then sprinting back toward the capsule house.

“Come on Kakarott,” he called over his shoulder, “first one back gets his choice of beds, not to mention the food!!” he laughed and flew off.

Goku stared after Vegeta, stunned, “Was he actually playful? Did he just laugh? Hey he did!” he broke into an ear-to-ear grin, “Vegeta laughed! A real, having fun laugh, not just the evil one he has just before he destroys someone. Wow!” Goku chuckled and slowly flew off after Vegeta, but rapidly picked up speed when he remembered the comment made about the food.

Just as he cleared the forest and was approaching the lakeshore where they had set up the house, Goku was blind-sided and sent careening off to the left, landing hard and sliding along the beach. He managed to get an arm under himself and slowly pushed himself up off the sand. He was almost upright when two strong hands gripped him and he found himself lifted into the air.

“Vegeta, what the hell are you doing?” he hissed as the hand on his right side found the sore spot where an elbow had connected with his ribs.

“Oh, I think we should clean a little of the sweat and grime off before we go and eat don’t you?” Goku raised his head and found Vegeta’s face so close to his own that their noses were brushing together. His eyes narrowed and his lips parted. Even as he knew Vegeta probably had something nasty in mind, he couldn’t work up the motivation to defend himself. Suddenly, Vegeta’s hands gave up their hold on his ribs, and his arms snapped around Goku’s waist, their bodies pressed together from chest to groin. Vegeta’s eyes flashed dangerously as he heard Goku’s sharp intake of breath and saw his eyes slide shut, desire etched on his face. //So, it’s just as I suspected, he wants me too.// he shuddered as he pressed his pelvis against Goku’s,//Well, I don’t think I should make it quite that easy.// Goku’s eyes snapped open in surprise as he was suddenly released, and found himself beginning to fall. Just as his reflexes began to kick in, a hand wrapped itself around his ankle, and Goku found himself being swung around rapidly.

“Damn it! What….!? he shouted, but the question was never completed as he hit the water with an enormous splash. He came up sputtering and coughing to the sound of Vegeta’s laughter coming from the beach. The Saiyan prince struck a most undignified pose, on his knees in the sand, pointing at Goku, and laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

“Oh shit!” he wheezed between gulps of air, “Kakarott! You should have seen your face!” he fell over on his side and dissolved into laughter once more. Goku swam in and stalked angrily toward the Vegeta, determined to get revenge, and before he could recover from his laughter, Vegeta felt himself swept up in Goku’s arms, as Goku strode purposefully toward the water.

“Oh no you don’t!” Vegeta growled as he began to struggle violently. Goku dropped Vegeta’s legs, wrapped his arms tightly around him and hauled him up against his chest, trying not to be distracted by the feeling of Vegeta wriggling against him.

“Turnabout’s fair play” he smirked, and leapt into the water with Vegeta still in his arms. As they came back up to the surface, with much more coughing and sputtering, though on Vegeta’s part this time, he reached up and grabbed a handful of Goku’s hair, forcing his head under the water.

“Yes, I suppose it is” he snarled.

“Oh yeah?” Goku immediately reciprocated.

“Yeah!” countered Vegeta, slamming against him and dunking him once again. They dunked each other repeatedly, seeming to get more close body contact with each try. Finally, after several minutes, the two wet, half-drowned Saiyans made their way to the beach, chuckling.

“What are we gonna do about these?” Goku asked.

“About what?” Vegeta turned, to notice Goku’s clothes, which were still dripping wet. “Hmph, mine are practically dry already. Well, take them off.” he said, sounding much more flippant than he felt at the thought of watching him disrobing. Goku’s face went a bright pink, “Well,” Vegeta glared impatiently, “what’s wrong?” //Get on with it already! I want to see this!//

“N-n-nothing,” Goku stammered.

“Oh for heaven’s sake!” he stormed over and, without warning, undid the sash at Goku’s waist, pulled off the orange shirt, then practically ripped off the blue one, trying to not to stare too much at the other’s now naked chest and stomach. Goku backed away so quickly he fell backward onto the sand, and sat there gaping up at Vegeta, crossing his legs and trying to cover up his rapidly forming hard-on as he tried to ignore the sight of the still slightly damp blue outfit, a little tighter than usual, hugging every line of Vegeta’s well toned body.

“Think you can handle it from here?” Vegeta smirked, pulling off his gloves, then his chest armor and dropping them on the mat inside the door on his way into the house.

By the time Goku hung up his clothes to dry and came inside, Vegeta was eagerly rummaging through both of their care packages and placing whatever struck his fancy on the table, which was starting to creak in protest of the rapidly accumulating weight on top of it. As he heard him come in, Vegeta looked up, and was totally unprepared for the sight of Goku dressed in nothing but a pair of white boxer shorts. His eyes quickly but thoroughly took in every inch of his body, then he cursed his outfit, trying to figure out how he was going to hide his rampant erection in the skin tight material. //Wait a minute,// he thought, //why bother? Isn’t this the whole reason I suggested this little ‘training getaway’ in the first place?//

“Hey,” Goku said, eyeing the table suspiciously before stepping closer to Vegeta in case it decided to give under the weight, “save some for me would ya?”.

As Vegeta pulled out an enormous roast, and set it on the table, he snapped

“Of course, what do you think, I’m going to eat all this by myself?” He pulled out a chair for Goku, then placed his hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto it. “Sit down while I get the utensils.”

As Vegeta turned away, an ominous groaning sound was all the warning to be had as the table suddenly collapsed with a crash. Goku leapt out of his chair and away from the disintegrating table, slamming into Vegeta, knocking him to the floor, and winding up on top of him.

Vegeta lay on the floor, his expression a mix of surprise and pain. //Good lord, Kakarott is heavy!// he winced as his ribs began to throb. Suddenly the fact that he was laying spreadeagle on the floor, with a nearly naked Kakarott on top of him registered in his brain. With a positively evil grin, he hitched one leg over Goku’s hip, and wrapped his arms around the other Saiyan’s neck. Now it was Goku’s turn to be surprised. He gaped down at Vegeta as he felt the other’s arms snake around his neck, his face coming closer, closer… Goku’s lips parted and his eyes slid shut in anticipation. With one fluid motion, Vegeta reversed their positions, straddling Goku’s hips and pinning his arms to the floor. His eyes widened and he moaned softly as Vegeta thrust against him. His cock was straining against his boxers, he was so hard it hurt, and he groaned as he felt that Vegeta was in much the same state.

Vegeta looked down into the other Saiyan’s face, noting the flushed skin, the heavy-lidded eyes, and had to use all his willpower to keep from tearing those flimsy boxers off and taking him right here on the kitchen floor. //I’ll just tease him a little, see how far he lets it go before he tries to do something about it.// He grunted and thrust his pelvis hard against Goku, grinding their erections together which caused Goku to cry out, his hands coming up to grasp Vegeta’s hips as he thrust back. The two men continued bucking against each other, Goku’s back arching off the floor, his head rolling from side to side, moaning Vegeta’s name, and Vegeta let out a strangled groan as his head dropped down to Goku’s chest. They strained against each other, their thrusts getting faster and more intense, their cries getting louder, until a frustrated Goku reached up and began trying to remove Vegeta’s clothing.

Vegeta took Goku’s hands, their fingers intertwining, and gently pinned them back against the floor. //That didn’t take long at all// He thought and smiled.

“Vegeta, please I..” Goku whispered.

“Shh, not yet.” He brought his head down and pressed his lips to Goku’s softly before pulling away and getting off him. He reached down and pulled a dazed and trembling Goku off the floor before turning back to the mess where the table had been, “What do you say we salvage lunch, and then go take a bath?” he looked over his shoulder at Goku, smirking, and raised one eyebrow suggestively. Confusion, disappointment and frustration were evident on Goku’s face.

“Huh? Food, now? But I thought….” he began.

Vegeta’s hands shot up fisted in Goku’s hair, and he was pulled down into a soul-searing kiss, bruising in its intensity. The kiss left no room for compromise. It was pure domination. Vegeta’s lips moved possessively over Goku’s, prying his mouth open and invading the warm, wet recess with his tongue. Goku shivered as Vegeta began sucking and nibbling on his lower lip, and a hand dropped down to fondle him through his boxers. He moaned as he found himself backed against the counter, with Vegeta pressed up against him.

“Better eat now Kakarott,” Vegeta purred, ” you’re going to need all the energy you can get to handle the things I intend to do to you, got it?”

“Uh, sure!” Goku felt a tingling in his loins at the thought of taking a hot bath with his sparring partner and soon-to-be lover. His mind was filled with naughty images of all the things you could do in those big, deep, tubs that came with the capsule houses.

***

[Meanwhile, at the picnic sight, Bulma and Chi-Chi thought it was about time to pack it in for the day.]

“Awww, mommmm!” Goten and Chibi Trunks whined in unison, “Come on! Just a little while longer, pleeeeaaassse?”

//Sometimes I swear those boys have a psychic connection.// Chi-Chi thought, getting a little annoyed, but then suddenly a sly, hungry look flashed across her features before she wheeled around and gave Mirai Trunks and Gohan the sweetest smile she could manage, while batting her eyelashes furiously.

Trunks took an involuntary step back, recognizing that look from his mom’s face whenever she wanted something.

“Oh Trunks, Gohan, would you two mind keeping an eye on little Trunks and Goten for a while?”

All four boys turned to stare at each other.

“Sure!” Gohan agreed, “they look like they would enjoy a couple more hours of playtime, and Trunks and I could get in some training.” He realized his mistake and suddenly looked around for a place to hide as both women crossed their arms, their expressions turning hard and angry.

“Is that all guys can think about?” Bulma snapped “Stupid training! Why can’t you men ever give it a rest!”

“That’s right!” Chi-Chi chimed in, “You’d think men would be able to find something to do besides fighting!”

They stopped yelling when they looked over and saw Goten hiding behind Gohan’s leg, and Chibi Trunks doing the same with his older self. Both women turned to each other and sweatdropped,

“Oh well,” Bulma said, “let’s just forget about that for now, and go have some coffee.”

“You’re right.” Chi-Chi sighed, “Don’t forget to bring the boys back by dark Gohan, O.K.?”

“You got it mom!” Gohan smiled, relieved.

“Have fun boys!” Bulma called over her shoulder before checking her watch. They had three to three and a half hours before dark. //Perfect, that should give us more than enough time to take care of our most pressing needs, and we’ll have all night once they’re all in bed! I’ve waited years for this, I’m not wasting any more time.//as they turned a bend in the trail, Bulma reached over and slid her hand up Chi-Chi’s dress, caressing the back of her thigh, before reaching a little higher and pinching her butt. She squealed, giggled, and then spun and grabbed Bulma’s shoulders, planting a firm, noisy kiss on her lips.

“Come on, let’s go, we don’t have all night.” She tried to wriggle free, but Bulma gripped her waist tightly.

“Not yet anyway.” she murmured into Chi-Chi’s ear before pulling the lobe into her mouth and nibbling gently before they broke free, laughed and ran down the trail. The four boys stood staring at each other as they listened to their mothers laughing as they made their way home, they were still shocked that they had told them they could stay out here until dark.

Suddenly Goten whooped with joy and ran up and smacked Chibi Trunks on the back, “Tag! You’re it!” and flew off. Chibi Trunks then punched Mirai Trunks in the gut, a little too close to the groin for the other’s comfort, then laughed and flew off as his older self crumpled to his knees, gasping in pain. Gohan chuckled quietly, then jumped in surprise as Trunks suddenly lunged at him, catching his wrist and flinging him to the ground.

“Now you’re it.” He smirked and flew off.

“I’ll get you, you dirty faker!” Gohan yelled as he flew off after his friends.

***

As soon as Bulma and Chi-Chi made it in the door, Chi-Chi grabbed Bulma and pushed her gently against the wall, her lips seeking, finding, tasting at long last. //I’ve waited too long for this, I’m not going to wait any more.// she thought. As she gently moved her lips over Bulma’s, her tongue darted out and flicked across her lower lip, seeking entry, which was immediately given. Their tongues danced, neither trying to dominate, just rubbing, taking turns gently exploring each others mouths, running over lips, teeth, inside, and back to twirl around each other once again. Chi-Chi moaned into Bulma’s mouth as she felt her hands sliding up under her dress, gently kneading her buttocks, then dropping down to slide up and stroke her inner thighs. Her legs began to tremble as fingers caressed her through her panties, then slid under the elastic.

“I think we should go to bed now,” she said softly, her voice unsteady.

“Why bother?” Bulma whispered as her lips worked their way down along her jaw, “That couch looks pretty comfy to me.” With that, she gently pushed Chi-Chi back until the arm of the couch hit the back of her thighs. With a squeal, she fell back and landed spreadeagle with Bulma coming down right on top of her.

Bulma slowly pushed up the hem of Chi-Chi’s dress, caressing her thighs lightly as she went, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties sliding them over her buttocks with agonizing slowness. Just as she had them to her knees, Bulma paused to gently run her fingernails over Chi-Chi’s bottom, admiring the soft silky skin, before letting her fingers trail down to trace long, tickling lines down the back of her thighs. Her eyes widened as Bulma’s fingers brushed against her labia, running up and down, before sliding inside her hot slick passage.

She moaned and bucked her hips against the probing finger inside her, silently begging for more. She whimpered as the hand was suddenly taken away, nothing but cool air caressing her flushed skin,

“What are you waiting for?” she ground out, sitting up preparing to drag her lover back down on top of her.

“Just removing a few, umm…..obstacles?” Bulma gave her a feral smile before pulling her dress over her head, leering down at her in nothing but a pair of pale blue high cut panties.

“Oh, good idea.” Chi-Chi grinned back as she flung off her own dress, and Bulma quickly divested both of them of their underwear. Chi-Chi moaned as Bulma resumed exploring her body with her lips and tongue, kissing her way down her neck and running her tongue along her collarbone.

“Ahh, don’t stop, please…” she groaned as Bulma slowly made her way down to her breasts, laving attention on first one hard nipple, then the other, licking, sucking and kissing her breasts until she was writhing and trembling beneath her. She moaned again, her hands tangling in Bulma’s hair as she began firmly suckling on her right breast, and gently kneading the other.

“You’re so beautiful.” Bulma whispered as she moved her mouth to her other breast. Chi-Chi shivered as Bulma’s hand dropped between her legs once again, stroking her labia, stopping just short of touching that oh-so-sensitive nub that would send her over the edge.

“P..please Bulma, touch me.” she whimpered.

Bulma felt her self control slipping at the whispered plea, and her thumb slid up to press against the small bundle of nerves. Chi-Chi cried out at the touch, her hips bucking involuntarily as she reached up and slid her fingers into Bulma’s long hair as she wrapped a leg around her waist. Bulma’s head lowered as she darted her tongue across her lover’s lower lip, then kissing her deeply, exploring, teasing, enjoying the moans her touch drew. She smiled against the other woman’s lips as she felt her beginning to tremble beneath her, muscles tensing, panting, her hands grasping Bulma’s shoulders tightly. Chi-Chi gasped as two fingers thrust into her, probing, seeking, and finally finding her G-spot. She began to thrash and writhe beneath Bulma, breath ragged, eyes squeezed shut, teeth clenched as the talented hands mercilessly pushed her to the edge.

“Uhh.. Bulma” she moaned, voice husky, “oh, god, yes, uhh.. don’t stop, please….BULMA!!” she screamed as waves of pleasure flooded through her body, she wrapped her arms tightly around Bulma, trembling, heart pounding and breathing shakily. They lay there, arms and legs entwined, for several minutes.

Suddenly, Chi-Chi asked “Wait a minute, what about you?”

“Mmmm, what about me?” Bulma asked, looking down at her through hooded eyes.

“Well…” Chi-Chi began with a hungry look in her eyes, “let’s see what we can do to take care of your needs.” She grabbed Bulma’s hips, and flipped her down onto the couch beneath her, resting her hips between Bulma’s parted thighs, “How’s this?”

“Oh, it’s a good start.” Bulma purred, her eyes dark with passion. Chi-Chi’s head swooped down and she caught Bulma’s lips in a searing kiss as her hand slowly traced intricate patterns on her stomach, making her shiver as the long fingernails lightly raked the sensitive skin.

“Mmm…, yeah, oh that feels so good.” Bulma whispered huskily as Chi-Chi’s mouth traveled down the smooth column of her throat, sucking and licking the soft, pale skin. Chi-Chi’s mouth made it’s way down to Bulma’s breasts with torturous slowness, stopping along the way to trace her collarbone with her tongue, then over to nip gently at her shoulder, Bulma gave a frustrated groan, reaching up to gently cup the back of her head and guide her mouth to where she wanted it, but Chi-Chi resisted with an evil sounding chuckle.

“Tell me what you want.” she growled, one hand coming up to squeeze a soft, round breast before gently pinching the hardening nipple, drawing a low moan from her lover.

“Tell me,” she growled again, rolling her hips against her, pinching the nipple a little harder.

“Uhh…” Bulma moaned, her hands running up and down Chi-Chi’s smooth back, “I want you to…” she grabbed the sides of Chi-Chi’s face and gently guided her down to her breasts, her fingers tightening in her hair, “please,” she whispered.

Chi-Chi gave in, more from her own still screaming hormones than her new lover’s pleas, she licked at one tight hard nipple, pinching the other between thumb and forefinger. Bulma cried out sharply, and the sound spurred her on. She drew a nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, gently kneading the other breast, reveling in the gasps and moans elicited from the now trembling woman beneath her. As she moved her mouth to the other breast, her hand slowly, teasingly trailing down her stomach, making it’s way to the junction between Bulma’s thighs, both women shivered in anticipation.

Suddenly, in a move so fast Bulma could barely follow it, Chi-Chi slid her body down the couch, down her body, until her face was level with the thatch of blue hair between Bulma’s parted thighs. Bulma gasped in suprise, her eyes widened, then darkened with desire as she realized what her lover had in mind.

“Yes, please Chi-Chi, I want you to, do it please!” she begged. Chi-Chi smirked, sliding a finger along her labia, teasing, before sliding the finger inside her. Bulma whimpered softly as her lover’s finger probed inside her, searching, and she gasped as it hit her G-spot. Hips bucking, back arching, Bulma moaned, her fingers tangling in Chi-Chi’s hair,

“Oh, God, Chi-Chi…” she gasped as her lover’s head lowered, her tongue and lips now also working to bring her to the edge, until with a keening wail she came, her body writhing, heart pounding, as pleasure seared through her. They lay twined together for several minutes, starting to doze off.

Suddenly, they heard voices approaching the house.

” I don’t know! I thought I heard a scream!” Mirai Trunks’ voice was coming from the hill.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Chibi Trunks whined, “I bet you’re just sayin’ that so you don’t have to watch us anymore!”

“Yeah, you just don’t wanna let us play anymore!” chimed Goten

“IT’S NOT FAIR!!” Both boys shouted in unison.

“No, wait, Trunks is right,” Gohan tried to soothe the boys tempers, “I thought I heard Bulma’s voice!”

“Calm down!” Mirai Trunks shouted, “I want to check on Mom, and if she’s o.k., we can go right back up there and you can play alright? Mom?” His voice was now coming from the step, “Are you alright?”

“Uhhh…yeah! Just fine Trunks, why?” Bulma’s voice was quavering as she and Chi-Chi desperately struggled to get back into their own clothes. The doorknob began to turn.

“I thought I heard a scream, and I wanted to make sure you were both alright.” Chi-Chi grabbed a hairbrush off the end table and quickly ran it through her hair, Bulma pulled a brush from her purse and did the same. Just as they managed to get themselves straightened up, the door swung open to reveal Gohan and Trunks standing in the doorway wearing almost identical expressions of concern.

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” Trunks asked, his eyes sweeping the interior suspiciously,

“Yes, everything is just fine, uh, Bulma just saw a big spider in the kitchen, but we chased it out.” Chi-Chi stammered, looking at Bulma.

“Oh right, yeah!” She agreed, “Just a big, fat ugly spider!”

“Oh, OWW!” Trunks jumped as Chibi Trunks stomped on his foot.

“We came down here just for some dumb spider?” He glared up imperiously at the larger Trunks, arms crossed and scowling, in an almost flawless imitation of their father.

“Let’s go!” Goten grabbed his arm and they flew off together. Gohan looked at his mother uncertainly.

“It’s alright boys,” Chi-Chi assured them again, “go on back to whatever you were doing.”

“Alright. But just call us if anything else happens.” Trunks said. “Come on, Gohan.”

As soon as the boys flew off, Bulma raced over to the door, slammed it, and leaned against it, her face nearly white with shock.

“I didn’t think they’d hear that!” she gasped.

“I guess it’s like Goku always says, those big Saiyan ears.” Chi-Chi mused, “maybe we’d better wait to continue until they’re all in bed, and then we’ll slip out somewhere.” both women eyed each other slyly, then made their way to the kitchen for coffee, amidst much fondling and kissing.

***

[Back at the island...]

Goku leaned back in his chair, an intensely satisfied smile on his face.

“Wow, that was great! I’m stuffed!” He said and let out a rather large belch.

“Yes, it was good.” Vegeta agreed, smirking.

“But if we keep eating like that, we’ll only be here for one day instead of three because we ran out of food.” he continued, watching Goku carefully.

“Huh?!” The front legs of Goku’s chair slammed back down to the floor as he leaned forward suddenly, nearly panic-stricken //No! I wanted these three days alone together with him!// Vegeta flung his head back and laughed at his startled expression.

“Fooled you didn’t I, Kakkarot? One day instead of three?” He vanished from his chair and instantly reappeared behind Goku, his hands massaging his shoulders gently. “No, don’t worry,” he purred into Goku’s ear, ” I wouldn’t let anything interfere with these next few days, I’ve waited too long to get you alone like this.” Vegeta nibbled gently on Goku’s earlobe, his hands sliding over Goku’s shoulders and down to play with his nipples, chuckling softly when they hardened instantly. “Hmm… eager to get started I see.”

Goku’s eyes slid shut and he moaned as Vegeta’s fingertips traced slow, sensual circles on his chest.

“Please Vegeta,” he whispered as he let his head fall back, “I want you.”

“Mmmm, but can you handle me?” Vegeta growled softly as he tipped Goku’s chair back and bent down to kiss a line along Goku’s jaw, before moving down to nip and lick the now hyper- sensitive skin of his throat.

“Uhhh… more.” Goku moaned as Vegeta moved to his shoulders. His eyes snapped open as he suddenly felt Vegeta’s ki increase.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing koi,” Vegeta whispered in his ear, “just moving this into another room.”

“Vegeta!” Goku exclaimed, startled, as Vegeta lifted him out of his chair like he weighed nothing at all.

“What?” Vegeta glanced at him, surprised, then smirked, “What’s wrong Kakarott, never been carried across a threshold before? Bulma told me that this was an Earth custom performed after two people have become mates, or husband and wife as you would call it.” he rolled his eyes, “She said it’s supposed to be romantic.”

“Well no, actually, no-one’s ever wanted or I guess been able to carry me around since I was a baby, or when I was unconscious.” he tentatively reached out and wrapped his arms around Vegeta’s neck, “and it is kind of romantic.” he looked away shyly, his cheeks stained a dark pink.

Vegeta stopped and stared at the man in his arms in amazement, one eyebrow raised and a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then he could stand it no longer. He threw his head back and laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?” Goku demanded, his face turning from pink to red.

“Just that you can be so coy sometimes, and you certainly are cute when you blush like that Kakarott!” he smiled at him affectionately.

Goku gaped at Vegeta in astonishment, “Hey, that’s just what I thought about you when we were back at Capsule Corp!”

Vegeta kissed him softly.

“Now let’s get to this damn bath, I can’t stand it anymore!” he said loudly, causing Goku to throw back his head and laugh as Vegeta carried him into the bathroom.

Goku’s laughter died down as they entered the large bathroom. The lights were off, and sitting on most of the surfaces of the room were large red pillar candles, giving the room a gentle glow. The bathtub was filled with what looked like, could it be…?

“Bubble bath? Vegeta, I haven’t had a bubble bath in years but I love them! How did you know?” He began kissing Vegeta eagerly. Vegeta’s knees threatened to buckle as he groaned and surrendered himself to the kiss. He set his lover down gently on the edge of the bathtub and pulled back to look into his eyes. Goku’s body tingled and he trembled slightly at the intense desire he saw in those obsidian eyes, and as he reached up to run a fingertip gently down Vegeta’s cheek, he gazed back at him, letting his lover see the need in his eyes as well. Vegeta reached out and took Goku’s hands, and helped him stand up.

“You’re wearing too many clothes Kakarott.” Vegeta stated as he began kissing and licking Goku’s chest. Goku gasped as his boxers were ripped off.

“Did I hurt you?” Vegeta pulled his head back to look up at him.

“No…oohhh” Goku’s hands fisted in his lover’s hair as Vegeta’s mouth latched onto his nipple, while both of Vegeta’s hands wrapped firmly around Goku’s erection and began stroking him with agonizing slowness.

“Oh God……Vegeta!” he gasped as Vegeta moved back and forth teasing his nipples with his teeth and tongue, moving one hand off his now slightly painful erection to gently cup his balls.

“Hmm?” Vegeta grinned mischievously as he continued to tease him, “what’s wrong koi?” Goku groaned in response. Vegeta chuckled.

Suddenly Goku began to shiver violently. Vegeta stopped and looked up at him, sensing his need.

“Cold Kakarott?” he asked.

“No,” Goku ground out, teeth bared and eyes clenched shut.

“Well, maybe we’ll just put you into that nice hot bath just in case.” Vegeta said, bending down with a smile, an evil smile, a smile that made Goku tense slightly.

“Vegeta…” he began, “Vegeta no!” he flailed his arms, losing his balance as Vegeta hooked his hands behind Goku’s knees and pulled, unceremoniously dumping him into the warm, soapy water.

Goku sat up in the bathtub, wiping the bubbles from his face trying not to get any in his eyes, when he felt a washcloth gently wiping them away. As soon as they were gone he turned to glare balefully up at Vegeta, who was leaning on the edge of the tub, smirking down at him.

“What’s wrong Kakarott?” he teased, “Not afraid of a little bath are we?”

“No!” he snapped. “But if you wanted to play we could have just gone to the lake again.”

“Oh, really? You want to play this way out in the open where anyone could come by and catch us?” Vegeta asked Goku as his hand shot beneath the water and wrapped around his hard length to stroke him again.

Goku’s lips parted and he gasped, his head falling back. He gripped Vegeta’s wrist tightly, trying to stop him, “No, Vegeta don’t, please, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” he begged.

“Yes, that’s right, cum for me koi.” Vegeta purred, fighting the grip on his arm to stroke Goku faster, staring down at him, eager to watch him go over the edge. His eyes widened as Goku suddenly looked up at him, his face set in a determined expression.

“You first.” Goku growled as he reached up and grabbed Vegeta under the arms and dragged him into the tub.

“Kakarott!” Vegeta tried to get away but it was too late. With a splash, he wound up sprawled on top of Goku, eyes narrowing as their erections brushed together. Now Goku became the aggressor, claiming the Prince’s lips in a fiery kiss, tongues dueling for supremacy, as he sat him on the edge of the bathtub, and began to pry Vegeta’s blue outfit off, a few inches at a time. Vegeta’s eyes slid closed, his breath coming in short gasps as Goku lovingly kissed and caressed each inch of flesh he revealed, every inch except his manhood, driving Vegeta berserk with need. He looked down in surprise as Goku kneeled in the water in front of him, grasping his erection and brushing it with the tip of his nose before looking up at him hungrily.

“You..you know how to do that?” Vegeta panted.

“Yeah, Chi-Chi tried it a couple of times, she hated it, but…. I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of what to do” he replied, his voice husky.

Vegeta smiled as he thought of the similar problems he had experienced getting oral sex from his wife. But all thoughts immediately flew from his mind save for the coloured spots that danced across his vision as Goku’s tongue flicked over the tip of his member.

“Kakarott do it! Stop teasing me! You’re driving me insane!” Vegeta cried, staring down at Goku, his face flushed with passion.

An evil hentai smile spread slowly over Goku’s face before he opened his lips and shot his head forward , driving Vegeta deep into his throat.

Vegeta bit back a scream as his body began to tremble, his fingers tangling in his lover’s unruly hair.

//Hmm, I wonder how many different sounds I can coax out of him// Goku thought mischievously,//especially when I do this..// he began to hum around Vegeta’s length, drawing a startled gasp.

//Mmm, and what happens when I do this?// he wondered as he sucked hard on his lover’s member, slowly bobbing his head back and forth, his lips traveling from base to tip in torturously slow strokes. He was rewarded with Vegeta growling his name, the fingers tightening in his hair, stopping just short of causing him pain. //Ooh, I like that,// Goku thought, eyes flashing dangerously, //and what sound do you make when I do this?// he grazed his teeth along the sensitive skin.

“Damn you Kakarott! You are such a fucking tease!” Vegeta rasped, fighting hard to maintain some semblance of self-control.

Goku chuckled around him. //Let’s see what kind of sounds you make now.// he began sucking on Vegeta’s member fervently, sliding his lips up and down his length. Vegeta groaned, looking down to watch as his lover took him into his mouth again and again, bringing him rapidly to the edge. Goku felt Vegeta’s muscles tensing, and knew he was almost there. He sped up his strokes and readied himself a split second before Vegeta shouted his name and filled his mouth with his essence. He tried to swallow it all, but some managed to escape, trickling down his chin, he scooped it up with a finger and sucked it off, enjoying the salty taste. //Why wouldn’t a person like giving someone else such intense pleasure?// he wondered briefly, before a weak moan came from his lover. He stood and caught Vegeta as the smaller Saiyan slumped over, almost unconscious from the intensity of his orgasm.

“How was that for a first time?” he asked, smirking down at his lover.

Vegeta’s head fell back and he stared up at Goku, a slightly dazed expression on his still flushed face.

“Looks like it’s my turn to carry you across the threshold, huh?” Goku said softly as he scooped Vegeta up in his arms. He grabbed the bottle of massage oil on the edge of the sink, //That looks good.// he thought as he made his way to the bedroom. He walked in and put the massage oil on the nightstand before he gingerly set Vegeta on the bed and slowly lay down next to him.

“Was it good for you?” he asked with a wide grin, snuggling up to Vegeta, wrapping his arms possessively around him and throwing a leg over both of his. Vegeta didn’t reply.

Goku began to worry after a few moments as his lover did nothing but stare wide-eyed at the ceiling. //What’s wrong with him? I thought I pleased him…oh man! I hope he isn’t having second thoughts…//

“My turn.” Goku jumped as Vegeta broke the silence. He gasped in surprise as Vegeta practically threw him onto his back and pinned his arms over his head. His heart skipped a beat as Vegeta stared at him with the most hungry, predatory look he’d ever seen in his life, before slowly lowering himself down Goku’s body, exploring his neck and shoulders with his mouth, as his fingers toyed with Goku’s nipples. Goku moaned and arched his back off the bed, his hands gripping Vegeta’s shoulders as he nibbled and licked his way down Goku’s chest to his stomach, pausing to dip his tongue into his lover’s navel, eliciting a startled noise from the large Saiyan.

“Now it’s my turn to tease you, Kakarott,” Vegeta growled, “let’s see how you like it.”

Goku didn’t have time to react before Vegeta began swirling his tongue around the head of Goku’s member, licking the underside, then teasing the slit at the top, looking up to lock eyes with him as he licked off the drop of precum that appeared. Goku groaned, thrusting his hips gently, hoping Vegeta would take the hint and take his length down his throat the way he had, but his lover had other plans. Vegeta gently nibbled and sucked his way down to the base of Goku’s shaft, and then began to suck and lick his balls.

“Ahh…oh God, Vegeta!” he shouted as his eyes snapped open, his hands clenching the sheets, shredding them, and he bucked sharply, every muscle in his body tight as a bowstring.

“Hmm, you like that, do you?” Vegeta asked, pausing for a moment as he sucked on two of his own fingers, coating them with saliva. “I think you’re going to like this even more.”

“Ohh…yeah Vegeta, more!” Goku begged, too absorbed in sensation to think about what he was up to.

But he did notice when Vegeta inserted a finger into him. He jerked and his head came up to stare at Vegeta, his face showing his nervousness as his muscles clamped down on Vegeta’s finger.

“It’s alright Kakarott,” Vegeta soothed, surprised at his partner’s sudden apprehension. “I’m not going to hurt you, at least, not unless you want me to.” he grinned wolfishly at him before taking Goku’s length into his mouth, and down his throat until his lips hit the base of his cock. Goku moaned loudly, his head falling back onto the pillow as Vegeta moved his head up and down, trying to distract his lover from the discomfort as he stretched him.

//I’ll bet it’s that fear of needles that’s making him uncomfortable.// Vegeta thought as he gently pushed in a second finger, moving his mouth a little faster when Goku jerked again at the second invasion.

“Shh, koibito, it gets better.” he soothed, moving his mouth back to Goku’s erection while probing inside him… seeking, seeking, there! Goku cried out, his hips jerking off the bed, and Vegeta almost choked as Goku’s length was pushed further down his throat. //Found it.// Vegeta smiled to himself as he began pressing on Goku’s prostate while continuing to suck on his member.

“Uhh…oh..Vegeta…don’t stop.” he pleaded as his hips rocked back and forth, trying to get more stimulation inside and out, “ohh..please…more!” he almost sobbed with need.

Vegeta released Goku’s shaft from his mouth, and raised himself up until his head lay on Goku’s stomach, trying to calm down enough to be gentle with him. He spotted the bottle of massage oil on the nightstand, and thought, //Perfect. That’s just what I need.// Goku whimpered and moved restlessly beneath him, wordlessly begging Vegeta to touch him again.

“Hold on koi,” Vegeta brushed his fingertips along Goku’s rock hard abs, “I just need to do one more thing so that I don’t hurt you.” He grabbed the massage oil off the nightstand and slathered a generous amount onto his shaft, then inserted a well-oiled finger into him. Goku wriggled his hips, trying to get Vegeta to touch //that// spot inside him again, but Vegeta chuckled and shook his head.

“No, now I’m going to hit that spot in a way that will have you screaming with pleasure.” he promised Goku. He spread Goku’s legs and positioned himself at his entrance, placing his hands on Goku’s hip for balance. He glanced up at his koi’s face to watch for signs of discomfort, and slowly pushed into Goku’s body. Goku’s hands shot up to grip Vegeta’s shoulders, making him wince as the strong fingers dug in. Vegeta’s eyes closed, air hissing between his clenched teeth as he fought the urge to ram his length into the tight passage, //Calm down, take it slow.// he chided himself as he pushed in further.

“Oh…God..you feel good Kakarott.” he whispered as he slowly pushed himself all the way in.

A startled cry came from Goku as Vegeta’s member brushed his prostate, his hands dropping from Vegeta’s shoulders to grip his biceps as he began to rock his hips, eager for more.

“Please….Vegeta….” Goku raised his head to look at Vegeta, and the look on his face made Vegeta groan.

Vegeta fought to stay still inside Goku to give him time to adjust, but he felt his control rapidly slipping away as Goku gazed down at him, his eyes heavy-lidded and glittering with desire, face flushed, lips swollen and slightly parted.

“Kakarott…..” Vegeta’s voice was hoarse as he tried desperately to restrain himself. Goku growled low in his throat as he tightened his hold on Vegeta’s arms.

“Do it Vegeta…” he urged as he bucked his hips hard against Vegeta, nearly lifting him off the bed, “please! Move…do something!” he cried as he rocked his hips.

“No..wait….Kakarott…..” Vegeta groaned as Goku’s rocking drew him in deeper.

“No!” Goku shouted in frustration, grabbing the sides of Vegeta’s face and glaring at him, a feral gleam in his eyes, “no more waiting. Fuck. Me. Now!” he snarled.

“As you wish.” Vegeta snarled back as the last vestige of his control snapped. He pulled out until just the head of his member was inside his lover, gripped his hips, and began slamming himself into the tight heat.

Guttural cries rent the air, and the bedframe creaked in protest of the onslaught as the smell of sweat and sex permeated the room.

Vegeta stared into Goku’s eyes, sweat running down his face, dripping off his chin and running down his chest. Goku stared back, sweat dampened hair clinging to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat covering his torso.

Vegeta felt his climax fast approaching, and wrapped a hand around Goku’s shaft, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Goku covered Vegeta’s hand with his own and encouraged him to move faster as he raised his hips up to meet Vegeta thrust for thrust, a choked moan escaping him as white dots began to swim across his vision .

Both men screamed in unison as they reached completion, Vegeta shooting his seed deep into his lover, while Goku’s shot out to splash onto Vegeta’s chest and his own stomach. Goku slumped back onto the pillows, gasping, as Vegeta collapsed bonelessly on top of him, heedless of the sticky seed covering them. After a moment, Vegeta moved up Goku’s body to nestle his head under his chin. Goku reached a hand up to cup the back of Vegeta’s head, while the other hand gently stroked his back. He listened to his lover’s breathing even out, then start to grow deep and slow, signaling that he was almost asleep.

“That was awesome.” Goku whispered.

“You always did have a knack for understating the obvious, Kakarott.” Vegeta muttered, chuckling softly before yawning and letting sleep claim him. Goku listened to Vegeta breathing softly, feeling his heartbeat, and smiled before he fell asleep as well.

***

[A few hours later at the Son house....]

Bulma and Chi-Chi shooed Goten and Chibi Trunks off to bed amid much whining and protesting from the two. Gohan stumbled over to his own bed, collapsing and thinking, //Boy, Mirai Trunks can be a taskmaster sometimes, almost as bad as Piccolo// before falling asleep. Mirai Trunks smiled tiredly as he passed Gohan’s room on the way to the guest bed, chuckling as he saw the young half-Saiyan fast asleep. //Man, nothing takes it outta you like spending the day with three hyperactive Saiyans.// as he too collapsed on the bed and fell asleep. Bulma and Chi-Chi crept quietly down the stairs holding hands. When they reached the bottom, Bulma pulled Chi-Chi in for a deep kiss, running her fingers through her lover’s long dark hair.

“Where are we going to go?” Bulma whispered.

“How about the clearing where we had the picnic?” Chi-Chi suggested, leaning forward to rub noses gently. Bulma smiled at her.

“Hentai, you want to do it outside?” she teased.

“Mmm hmm,” she purred seductively, nibbling on Bulma’s earlobe, “just let me get a couple of things, and then we’ll go.” She ran lightly up the stairs, carefully avoiding any creaky spots that might wake the boys. A few of minutes later she slipped back down the stairs, carrying the same picnic basket they’d used earlier that day.

“What’s in there?” Bulma asked as she grabbed one of the handles with one hand, and wrapped her free arm tightly around Chi-Chi’s waist, leaning in to kiss and lick her throat.

“You’ll find out.” Chi-Chi murmured, reaching around to give Bulma a pinch on the behind. Bulma jumped, then laughed softly as she allowed herself to be led to the front door.

They made their way up the path with two flashlights Chi-Chi grabbed just before leaving, and Bulma stopped and stared in awe as they entered the clearing.

Hanging low in the sky, just above the treeline, the moon loomed, huge and gleaming white, casting a silvery sheen over everything. The forest that surrounded the two women seemed to glow in the soft light. Bulma turned to Chi-Chi.

“You look gorgeous in the moonlight.” she whispered as she lightly stroked her cheek.

“You too, lover.” Chi-Chi murmured as she slid her arms around Bulma’s waist and kissed her tenderly. The two women slowly sank to their knees in the grass, hands beginning a slow, lazy exploration of each other. Chi-Chi pulled back suddenly, reaching over and flipping up the lid on the picnic basket.

“This might be a little more comfortable.” she said as she pulled a blanket out of the basket and spread it onto the ground.

“Glad to see you came prepared.” Bulma murmured as Chi-Chi pulled her into another kiss.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet” Chi-Chi purred as she reached into the basket again.

Bulma’s eyes widened as Chi-Chi pulled everything out of the basket. There was a bottle of wine, two glasses, a large feather, a black silky gag, padded handcuffs, a vibrator, and a dildo that looked like two penises joined together with a single scrotum.

“You are such a hentai!” Bulma squealed, hugging Chi-Chi tightly.

“And you love it.” Chi-Chi giggled as she pushed Bulma to the ground and stretched out on top of her, claiming her lips once again. They kissed and caressed each other, taking their time, slowly removing each other’s clothes.

“How about some wine?” Chi-Chi asked.

“Mmm, no thanks, I’ve got what I want right here.” Bulma whispered huskily as she gently pinched Chi-Chi’s nipple.

“Hmm, I want wine, but you want attention, what am I going to do?” she mused.

“Oh I know…” she leered at Bulma, grabbing the wine bottle and popping the cork. “Nobody said I can’t have both at the same time.” She brought the bottle up to slide over Bulma’s breasts, the other woman shivering as the chilled glass touched her bare skin. Chi-Chi laughed softly as Bulma’s nipples tightened from the cold touch, her back arching, silently asking for more. “You like that hmmm?” she purred, as she lowered the bottle, pouring a small amount of wine into Bulma’s navel. She gasped as the icy cold liquid hit her skin, then moaned as Chi-Chi’s warm lips and tongue followed. Bulma moaned and arched her back as Chi-Chi nibbled and licked her stomach, her hands coming up to knead Bulma’s breasts. Suddenly Chi-Chi pulled away. Bulma whimpered softly at the lost contact, and looked up in surprise as Chi-Chi reappeared to sit straddling her stomach.

“What are you doing?” Bulma asked as Chi-Chi grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. She didn’t realize what her lover had in mind until it was too late.

“Hey, what the…?” Bulma cried out as she felt something soft, but solid close around her wrist. She looked up and watched, shocked, as Chi-Chi hooked the handcuffs through an exposed tree root, and secured her other wrist.

“Now the fun begins.” Chi-Chi whispered menacingly, looking down at her with a dangerous gleam in her dark eyes.

“Chi-Chi,” Bulma whined, pulling against the restraints, “let me go right now! Hey! Are you limmphh….” her protest was cut off as Chi-Chi placed the gag over her mouth and tied it.

“You’re beautiful, and sexy as hell.” Chi-Chi began, “But Vegeta’s right, sometimes you do talk too much.” She chuckled as Bulma glared up at her, angry noises coming from behind the gag. Bulma’s muffled tirade stopped and her eyes grew wide as she watched Chi-Chi slowly reach over and pick up the feather with one hand, and the vibrator with the other.

“You’re not going to bring the boys running with your screams this time.” she purred seductively, stroking Bulma’s cheek with the feather. Bulma’s nostrils flared and her body arched as Chi-Chi began slowly running the feather around her breasts, then down to tickle her stomach. Chi-Chi kneeled between Bulma’s thighs as she continued to tease her lover with the feather, smiling at the muffled moans she was coaxing from her. Bulma writhed on the blanket, breathing hard, eyes clenched shut. Her eyes snapped open when she heard a strange buzzing sound, and she raised her head to see what Chi-Chi was going to do. Bright streaks of color danced before her eyes and she cried out sharply as Chi-Chi pressed the vibrator against her, unerringly finding the small nub that suddenly became the center of Bulma’s universe as white hot bolts of pleasure seared through her. Chi-Chi stroked the vibrator back and forth across the tiny bundle of nerves, placing a hand on Bulma’s hip to stop her from bucking as she trembled violently beneath her. Bulma came with a muffled shout, back arching, breathing harshly, her eyes rolling back.

“Hmm, felt good, didn’t it?” Chi-Chi murmured as she bent her head to take a nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue before gently raking her teeth over it. Bulma groaned and arched her back again, pushing her breast up to Chi-Chi’s mouth.

“Ready for more I see.” Chi-Chi said softly as she moved away from Bulma once more. Bulma shivered slightly as the cool night air caressed her skin.

“Open your eyes.” Chi-Chi commanded softly. Bulma did as she was told, and looked down to see Chi-Chi kneeling between her legs once more, holding the double ended dildo poised at her own entrance. Chi-Chi’s eyes slid closed, her head falling back, air hissing between her teeth as she slid one end of it into herself. “Have you ever been fucked by a woman, Bulma?” She breathed softly, looking down at her, face flushed and dark eyes glittering with passion. Bulma’s eyes were wide as she shook her head, chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted behind the gag, spreading her legs wider and wriggling her hips, begging silently. Chi-Chi positioned herself and then thrust into Bulma gently, slowly, groaning softly. Bulma moaned and rocked her hips upward, eager for more. Chi-Chi smiled down at her and began moving faster, gripping Bulma’s hips and pulling her up to meet each stroke. Both women writhed and rocked against each other, their bodies glowing softly in the moonlight as a fine sheen of sweat covered them. Bulma arched sharply and cried out behind the gag, and Chi-Chi reached up to remove it, swallowing Bulma’s scream of ecstasy in a deep kiss. A moment later, she buried her face in Bulma’s neck to muffle her own scream as she gave one final thrust and collapsed atop her lover, both of them breathing raggedly, their hearts pounding wildly.

After a few quiet moments, Bulma whispered, “Chi-Chi..”

“Hmm?” Came the sleepy reply.

“Think you could take these cuffs off now?”

“Oh right. Sorry.” Chi-Chi giggled as she slowly got up and went over to the basket, fishing out the key. After being released, Bulma sat up and rubbed her shoulders, wincing slightly.

“Are you alright?” Chi-Chi asked as she sat behind her lover, massaging her back and shoulders gently.

“I’m just fine, but next time I get to be on top.” Bulma spun around and pushed Chi-Chi back onto the blanket, leaning over to kiss her. She pulled away and shivered as a cool breeze blew through the clearing.

“It’s getting cold, what do you say we go home?” Chi-Chi murmured as she wrapped her arms around her lover.

As the two women pulled their dresses back on, packed up their things and slowly made their way back down the path, hand in hand, neither one of them noticed the tall green figure with the billowing white cloak that stood amongst the trees at the bottom of the path, hiding in the shadows. //Maybe I’d better stick around in the evenings, run interference in case those kids decide to get nosy// he thought to himself before turning away and taking off into the night sky.

***

[The next morning, back on the island....]

Goku opened his eyes slowly as he heard birds chirping outside the capsule house. He began to stretch, then stilled as he felt the familiar weight of his lover still on top of him. //Man, that was amazing! What’s even more amazing is the fact that he stayed here cuddled up with me all night.// A lazy smile spread across his face as he felt his and Vegeta’s morning hard ons trapped between their bodies. He gently rolled over, pinning a now stirring Vegeta beneath him, and slid down his body to wake him up in the most pleasant way he could think of….

***

[The Son residence....]

Bulma and Chi-Chi enjoyed a companionable silence, groping and kissing each other discreetly as they moved around the kitchen efficiently to prepare breakfast for four hungry half-Saiyan males. Then thumps, shouts and the occasional crash could be heard from upstairs as Goten and Trunks streaked through the house, chasing each other and wrestling around on the floor. Their almost steady rhythm of bangs, thuds, and giggles was broken as Mirai Trunks’ voice reverberated through the house, “STOP THAT YOU ROTTEN LITTLE BRATS!! SOME OF US ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP!!” This was greeted by maniacal laughter as both boys ran down the hall and burst into his room.

“What the hell….” he clamped a hand over his mouth, remembering the fact that Bulma was downstairs, and how much his mother in this reality hated vulgar language.

The two boys raced through his room, Chibi Trunks grabbing a corner of the blanket as they ran around his bed one last time before they dashed back out into the hall, taking Trunks’ blanket with them.

“Shit!” Trunks cursed as his blanket went billowing down the hallway, leaving him sitting there in nothing but a pair of black boxers. “Give that back you little wise-asses!” Mirai Trunks hissed menacingly. Chibi Trunks turned to blow a raspberry at him before he and Goten ran into Goten’s room and slammed the door. Gohan poked his head around the door.

“You might as well get up, they’re all revved up now, and they usually stay that way all day.” He said, blushing as he looked everywhere but the bed.

“Yeah, I know.” Trunks sighed in exasperation, brushing jagged lavender bangs out of his eyes. His hair had grown rapidly in the 3 years he had spent back in his own reality, and was now kept in a ponytail that hung almost to his butt. Bulma from this reality had once joked that he looked like some strange cross between his father and Yamcha. His father hadn’t found it very funny. He hauled himself out of bed, pulling a set of clean clothes out of the duffel bag at the foot of his bed, and going to take a shower. As he made his way to the bathroom, he looked at the clothes in his hands and thought, //Mom’s the same no matter what reality she’s in I guess, always making sure to be prepared for anything.// as he remembered how long it had taken them to get packed up before coming here because Bulma had insisted on taking at least 3 changes of clothes for each of them. //It’s almost like she planned this, wait a minute!// he thought, //I’ll bet she did!// he smiled, //I guess even mom needs to get away from capsule corp. every now and again, and she and Chi-Chi are like a couple of schoolgirls, gossiping, hanging out, it’s nice to see mom this way.// He paused in the doorway to the bathroom, listening to the sounds around him. Soft voices, the clatter of pots and pans moving on the stove combined with the sounds of dishes and utensils being set on the table floated up the stairs. Thumps, running feet and laughter could be heard as Goten and Chibi Trunks continued to play. Tears pricked his eyes, his vision starting to swim as he remembered the silence and fear that had filled his world, there had been no happy family sounds like this for him when he was young.

“What’s wrong?” Gohan’s soft question made him jump as the teen gently twirled a lock of Trunks’ soft hair between his fingers.

“Huh? Oh, hi Gohan, I….I was just…oh, don’t worry about it.” he said quietly as he turned and went into the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him. Gohan stood at the door, concern plain on his face. After he heard Trunks turn on the water, he turned and went downstairs to help with breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, Mirai Trunks was helping the two women dish out breakfast, as Gohan wrangled the two younger boys into their chairs. As Trunks sat down, he cast a sidelong glance at Chibi Trunks. //He’s going to grow up into a completely different person than I did, and I’m glad I was able to be here to see it.// He thought, smiling as he observed the close bond between the younger boy and his best friend. //I had a friend like that, sort of…// he thought as his gaze moved to the 16-year old boy sitting across from him. His mind flooded with memories of the Gohan from his world, almost 12 years older than himself, and all the times they had shared. He also remembered when he first realized he was developing a crush on the man, just a few months before he was killed by the androids. His heart lurched in his chest, and he felt tears threatening again. He studied the boy across from him, who appeared to be engrossed in eating, but gave away by the pink patches on his cheeks the fact that he was fully aware of Trunks’ scrutiny. //I know he has feelings for me.// Trunks thought, but he wouldn’t act on what he knew, for the same reason that the Gohan of his reality had never responded to his feelings, Gohan had felt that Trunks was just too young. He turned his head to watch his mother and Chi-Chi, who were wiping down the counters and stove, and putting the dirty dishes into the sink. He smiled again as he watched them talking and laughing, bumping shoulders and joking with each other. //I’m also glad I got to see my mother young and healthy.// He thought as he remembered why he’d come back to this reality to stay.

[Flashback : Three years after Mirai Trunks had gone back to his own reality.]

[End Flashback : Return to Present]

“Trunks, what’s the matter with you?!” Gohan cried as he grabbed Mirai Trunks by the shoulders and gave him a shake.

“Huh?!” Trunks jumped as he came back to reality. Gohan’s face was barely an inch from his own, Chibi Trunks and Goten were staring at him like he’d just sprouted another head, and his mother and Chi-Chi were looking at him with concern.

“I said what’s the matter?” Gohan asked again as he gently wiped away the tears on Trunks’ face with his thumbs.

“I…n..nothing..just…just let it go, please?” he whispered as he gently pushed Gohan away and turned back to the table to finish his breakfast.

“For now, sure, but will you tell me later?” Gohan implored.

“Maybe later.” Trunks muttered.

Chi-Chi and Bulma looked at each other, then sat down at the table to eat with the boys, but both women wisely decided not to push Trunks about why he had just broke down in tears at the breakfast table.

***

[Back at the Goku and Vegeta's hideaway......]

After Goku had used his lips, teeth and tongue on Vegeta’s throbbing member to torture and tease his lover for close to an hour, the Prince was almost in tears as he begged for release. Goku finally relented and brought Vegeta to a climax, the smaller Saiyan shouting out his name and shuddering violently beneath him. Goku pulled the still trembling man into his arms, kissing his forehead and looking into his eyes.

“You’re….that…oh, wow!” Vegeta panted.

“Now who’s got the knack for understating the obvious, koi?” he smirked as he leaned down to brush a quick kiss to his lover’s lips. Vegeta growled as he wound his arms around Goku’s neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss.

“Hey!” Goku pulled away causing Vegeta to glare at him, annoyed.

“What? Is that bottomless pit you call a stomach demanding to be filled again?” Vegeta chuckled as he tried unsuccessfully to pull Goku’s head back down for another kiss.

“No, Vegeta, I’m serious, and you’re one to talk! Now let me get up and have a look at something.” He tried to disentangle himself from his lover’s arms, only to have Vegeta wrap his arms tighter around his neck, then wrap his legs around Goku’s waist as well.

“Vegeta!” he exclaimed, then grinned in spite of himself, “You’re nuts” he said, laughing.

“That may well be Kakarott, but I have every damn right to be! Any man would be after the way you just tormented me with that mouth of yours!” Vegeta hollered, glaring up at him again.

“Oh don’t be like that, you know damned well that you loved every minute of it!” Goku said as he leered down at him.

Vegeta threw back his head and laughed. “Yes, I did. You’re right. That has got to be the best way anyone’s ever come up with to wake me up. Not to mention the fact that you have an extremely talented mouth.” he looked up at Goku mischievously. “Now what is it you were so eager to see?” he asked, brow furrowing slightly.

Goku stood, clutching a still clinging Vegeta to him with one arm, and pointing down to the bed they had just left. “Look at the bed we were in, then look at the one next to it,” Goku said, indicating the two double beds that stood side by side, “and tell me what you see.”

“Holy shit!!” Vegeta exclaimed, squirming to get down, Goku letting him go with noticeable reluctance.

Vegeta stared at the bed they had shared, which was now sitting a foot lower than the bed next to it, given the fact that the bedframe had been reduced to a pile of bent, twisted metal, almost unrecognizable save for the corners, still attached to the corners of the box spring. The box spring itself was laying on bare floor amongst the twisted, broken metal, looking like the centerpiece in some bazaar piece of modern art.

“What the hell happened to it?” Vegeta asked incredulously, eyes wide with shock.

“We happened, koi.” Goku chuckled as he draped his arms around Vegeta’s shoulders and began kissing and nibbling his neck. “Or rather, you happened…….. to be pounding me into that bed to be exact.”

Vegeta turned to look up at Goku, “I’m glad I didn’t hurt you.”

Goku melted inside at the almost-vulnerable look on Vegeta’s face, and lowered his head to capture Vegeta’s lips in a tender kiss.

“Hey,” he said suddenly as he swept a startled Vegeta into his arms, “I’ve got a great idea! Let’s go take a shower! I wanna wash your back,” he leered at him, “not to mention this!” he tousled Vegeta’s jet black mane, which was sticking up even more wildly than usual.

“Hmm,” Vegeta purred as he nibbled on Goku’s ear, making the large man shiver, “that sounds like a great idea, then I can pay you back for waking me up so nicely.”

Vegeta laughed as Goku almost tore the bathroom door off its hinges in his hurry to get in and get started. He sat Vegeta down on the edge of the tub, and sat down beside him to set the water to the right temperature.

“Vegeta, that’s very distracting you know.” Goku shivered as Vegeta kissed and nipped at his shoulders.

“Well, hurry up so we can get started then.” Vegeta whispered.

Goku nearly groaned with relief when the water was finally warm enough. Vegeta laughed as he was scooped up once more, and Goku pulled him into the shower and closed the curtain.

Goku cupped the back of Vegeta’s head and kissed him, his tongue sweeping across his lower lip, asking for admittance, and Vegeta complied, their tongues lazily exploring each other’s mouths as their hands began to explore each other’s bodies.

Goku picked up the soap, an amber colored bar that smelled vaguely like sandalwood, and worked up a lather on his hands, and slid his hands up Vegeta’s arms, making the smaller Saiyan tremble slightly. He gently slid his soapy hands over his lover’s body, washing every part of him, well…almost every part.

“Kakkarot, aren’t you forgetting something?” Vegeta leaned back against him as Goku placed the soap in his hand.

“Nope, it’s your turn now.” Goku informed him, his voice cool.

//Oh, you are going to regret that little stunt, Kakarott.// Vegeta thought, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He too worked up a lather on his hands, and caressed Goku’s thighs, sliding up and down the firm, smooth skin, skimming his hands over Goku’s hips, before reaching farther back. He slid his finger down the crack of Goku’s ass slowly, feeling Goku shiver as he placed his hands on Vegeta’s shoulders.

“You said you were going to return the favor.” Goku said softly, rocking his hips forward to brush his straining member against Vegeta’s rock hard stomach .

“Hmm, yes, so I did.” Vegeta conceded as he washed his lovers body with infinite care, and, like Goku had done, completely avoided his arousal.

“Vegeta,” Goku growled, “touch me!”

“I just did,” Vegeta said reasonably, “I washed your body for you.”

Vegeta gasped as he found himself lifted into the air and pinned against the shower wall, his pelvis level with Goku’s as his lover ground his hips against him, kissing him fiercely.

“Goddamn it, that’s not what I mean and you know it!” Goku bit out as he broke the kiss and buried his face in Vegeta’s neck, “What do I have to do?” he asked plaintively.

“You could put me down, for starters.” Vegeta said, for some reason sounding very angry. Goku looked at his lover in surprise, then backed away and gently set Vegeta back down.

“That’s better.” Vegeta growled. “I am in control here Kakarott, got it?”

Goku gasped as Vegeta’s teeth grazed over a nipple, before he pulled it into his mouth and sucked on it gently, raising a hand to roll the other one between thumb and forefinger. Vegeta looked up briefly and smiled as he watched Goku’s head fall back. He ran his tongue over Goku’s chest in slow, sensual circles, then nipped at him lightly, his body throbbing in response to the moans and gasps he elicited from his tall, hard-bodied lover. Vegeta slowly skimmed his fingertips over Goku’s stomach, tickling him lightly, feeling the muscles jump and twitch as he traced circles around his navel, before his hands dropped down to wrap around Goku’s hard length.

“Beg me.” Vegeta demanded.

“Uhhh…..Vegeta…please..” Goku groaned as Vegeta squeezed him gently “ohhh, God that feels good….please…please, Vegeta, I want….” he panted.

“Yes? You want?” He smirked as Goku’s hands gripped his shoulders and tried to push him down. “Say it, Kakarott, tell me what you want.”

Goku thrust his hips, trying to rub his length against Vegeta’s stomach again, but Vegeta arched away from him.

“Uhhh..” Goku cried out in frustration, “I want your mouth on my cock.”

“That’s all I wanted, now was that really so hard?” Vegeta asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He grinned as he slowly sank to his knees in front of Goku, licking and raking his teeth over Goku’s stomach before his mouth came level with his lover’s erection. Vegeta lightly nibbled his way up and down the underside of Goku’s cock, growling softly in response to Goku’s cries of pleasure before opening his mouth and taking him down his throat until his lips hit the base of his lover’s arousal. Goku threw back his head and shouted as Vegeta worked his member with his mouth and throat, milking him. Goku’s legs started to shake uncontrollably.

“Vegeta..” Goku gasped, “I…I have to sit…down… I.. c… I…can’t” he stammered as his legs began to buckle. Vegeta released Goku from his mouth, a smile spreading across his face. //Just what I was waiting for.// Vegeta thought as his smile turned evil. He stood and grabbed Goku by the hips, pushing down and forcing his lover to his knees.

Goku groaned in frustration and disappointment as he sank down, reaching out and grabbing the edge of the tub.

“No, Vegeta, don’t stop.” he implored. His eyes widened as he turned around to look at Vegeta, who was now kneeling behind him, sliding a finger down his ass crack, before teasing his entrance.

“Vegeta!” Goku exclaimed, trying to pull away, “you said..”

“Stay!” Vegeta snarled, digging his fingers into Goku’s hips and pulling him back until his own arousal brushed Goku’s anus.

“Vegeta!” Goku pleaded, hanging his head and biting his lip in frustration, drawing blood.

He moaned in spite of his protests as Vegeta slid a soap slicked finger inside him, his grip on the side of the tub tightening until his knuckles turned white. “Blow jobs are a tease,” Vegeta smirked, “I know this is what you really want me to do to you, isn’t it?” he taunted Goku as he inserted a second, and then a third finger into him. Vegeta thrust his fingers in sharply, drawing a gasp from Goku, and probed for his koi’s pleasure spot. A sharp cry came from Goku as his back arched, and he pushed his hips back against Vegeta’s hand.

“Now,” Vegeta purred, “do you want my mouth on your cock, or my cock inside you?” He stroked Goku’s prostate relentlessly, reaching around to pump his aching need. “Make your choice and tell me, Kakarott.” he commanded.

“Ahhh…oh no…Vegeta…please..” Goku whimpered.

“Please what?” Vegeta said sharply.

“Uhhh….nnn..oh God…” Goku rasped.

“Very well, if you won’t tell me…”Vegeta let go of Goku’s shaft, pulling his hand back, when suddenly Goku’s hand snapped out and grabbed Vegeta’s wrist in an iron grip.

“Wait…you win.” Goku croaked. “I want…you..to fuck me.” he placed Vegeta’s hand back on his arousal.

Vegeta’s response was to grip Goku’s length tightly, stroking hard and fast, as Goku groaned and bucked his hips. With his other hand, Vegeta positioned himself at Goku’s entrance and buried himself inside his lover with one quick, smooth thrust. Goku’s head snapped back and he screamed his lover’s name, slamming his hips back against Vegeta, demanding more. Vegeta was only too happy to give it. He wrapped his arms tightly around Goku, and drove into him hard and fast, putting everything he had into each thrust. The two Saiyans slammed against each other with all their strength, and the bathtub creaked as Goku braced his arms against the side to keep Vegeta from putting his head through it with the force of their lovemaking.

//Yes, yes! This is what I need.// Goku heard Vegeta’s thoughts as the Saiyan prince filled him and stroked him, his pace brutal. Goku moaned as colored spots began to dance before his eyes. Vegeta’s passion drugged thoughts invaded his mind again, //Finally I’ve found a lover that can take everything I have to give, and more!// The colored spots before Goku’s eyes became streaks of white light and he screamed as he came, his seed hitting the side of the tub and being washed down the drain by the shower. Vegeta’s answering scream came seconds later, and Goku moaned softly as he felt Vegeta’s seed shooting into him. Vegeta slumped over Goku’s back, exhausted, and Goku rested his head against the edge of the tub, closing his eyes.

Moments later, bloodcurdling screams rent the air as the shower turned ice cold and the two Saiyans scrambled out of the tub. Goku reached back to turn water off, and after he did, he started to giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” Vegeta asked tiredly as he leaned against the wall, eyes closed, with a towel draped loosely around his waist.

“Look.” Goku managed around giggles.

Vegeta opened his eyes and saw Goku pointing at the edge of the tub.

“What? I don’t see anything.” Goku grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, and only then did laughter bubble up from Vegeta’s throat as he saw the huge warp that now graced the side of the tub. The two men stayed there, staring at the tub and laughing, until angry growls resounded from each of their stomachs. They looked down, back at each other, grinned and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

After raiding their care packages and wolfing down a huge breakfast, they agreed to do the dishes, Goku washing, Vegeta drying. They worked in comfortable silence until Goku asked, “So, when do I get to be on top?”

Vegeta gaped at him, but recovered quickly.

“Why don’t we go and have a little sparring session after we’re done here?” Vegeta said, raising an eyebrow as he sidled up to Goku and wrapped his arms around his waist.

“Winner gets to be on top.” he whispered, planting a kiss on Goku’s shoulder. Goku spun around and grabbed Vegeta, kissing him passionately.

“I’m going to win, you know that, right?” Goku growled.

“We shall see Kakarott.” Vegeta chuckled, as a strange, almost angry expression flitted across his face, before being quickly replaced by his trademark smirk.

***

[Son residence, after breakfast.....]

As soon as the boys had helped their mothers clear the table, they were shooed outside to play. The younger boys immediately raced back up to the clearing where they had gone for the picnic the day before, as Gohan and Trunks smiled at each other and loped up the trail after them.

“Finally!” Chi-Chi growled as the boys disappeared up the hill. She pinned Bulma against the counter, seizing her lover’s lips with her own.

Bulma groaned softly, reaching around to knead Chi-Chi’s bottom through the light skirt she was wearing.

“Don’t you two ever give up?” a harsh, deep voice bellowed from the doorway, causing the two women to shriek as they leapt apart, faces turning beet red.

“You’d think last night would have cooled your ardor somewhat, but I guess not.”

Piccolo said as he filled the doorway.

“Uhhh….Hi Piccolo, how’s things?” Bulma asked awkwardly.

“What do you mean by ‘last night’ ?” Chi-Chi demanded, Bulma jerked and stared at the huge Namek as what Chi-Chi said sank in.

“I mean, I saw it all. Everything you two did last night.” He then recounted, in detail everything the two women had done to each other, right down to describing the colour of the fur lining in the handcuffs that had been fastened to Bulma’s wrists.

“Oh my gosh…” Bulma moaned, covering her mouth with both hands, falling to her knees.

“Well, if you saw all that, you must have been standing there for quite some time enjoying the performance, you…you…hentai!” Chi-Chi spat the accusation at him, eyes blazing, hands fisted on her hips in a distinctly matronly fashion.

“Huh?!” Piccolo jumped, his face showing definite signs of guilt, mainly due to the fact that his normally green cheeks were turning a dark purple.

Bulma became enraged as she saw Piccolo blush. She jumped to her feet and yelled at him.

“How dare you!!” she screeched, stalking across the kitchen toward him. He raised himself to his full height, crossed his arms and glared down at her.

“Oh come on! You really think that after 6 years of living with Vegeta that I’m going to be intimidated by a look?” she sneered as she continued towards him.

“Hold on a minute honey,” Chi-Chi grabbed Bulma’s arm and pulled her into an embrace, causing Piccolo to blush even more at the open display of affection, “maybe instead of just watching, Piccolo would like to join us.”

“WHAT!!!” Piccolo and Bulma shouted in unison and together turned wide, disbelieving eyes to Chi-Chi, who was slowly undressing the Namek with her eyes.

Bulma looked at her lover thoughtfully, wondering what she was up to.

“What the hell are you saying?! You’re already cheating on your husbands with each other!” Piccolo sputtered, his entire face purple by this time.

“Well, I’m not exactly cheating on Goku,” Chi-Chi began, “you see, we’ve slept together exactly once since Goten was born, 4 years ago. That was when Goku told me it was just better if we didn’t have sex because you see, he had a hard time reaching completion with me because he had to hold back so much to keep from hurting me.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what’s happened with me and Vegeta since Trunks was born too,” Bulma said quietly, tightening her arms around Chi-Chi. “Except Vegeta didn’t put it quite so nicely.”

That doesn’t surprise me.” Chi-Chi nuzzled Bulma’s hair, before continuing. “Anyway, Goku said I could find pleasure somewhere else, as long as it wasn’t with another man. So to be fair, I told him he could do the same, just not with another woman.”

“Hey, Vegeta said almost the same thing. Of course, he made some snide remarks about coming to see you.” Bulma chuckled as she caressed Chi-Chi’s back.

“Do you have a penis, Piccolo?” Chi-Chi asked abruptly.

Piccolo gaped, his whole head turning purple at that. Bulma giggled. Chi-Chi merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

“Goku told me how Nameks reproduce, which means I know damn well you don’t have one, however, you must have some way to obtain sexual gratification, so we can drag you upstairs and find out, with our husbands’ full permission.” She stated matter-of-factly.

Bulma and Chi-Chi locked eyes, nodding once, and then lunged for the tall, and now very frightened Namek.

“NOOOO!! AAAAmmpphhh!!!” Piccolo’s terrified scream was cut short as a corner of his own cape was stuffed into his mouth.

He spit the fabric out of his mouth, cursing as he swatted roughly at the questing hands that were trying to find a way to undo the sash at his waist, until Chi-Chi knocked Piccolo’s white and purple hat to the ground and gently grabbed his antennae. Piccolo froze, staring down, feeling the first tendrils of pain working their way through his head. Not many people knew that grabbing a Namek’s antennae was the equivalent of grabbing a Saiyan’s tail, it hurt like hell and therefore rendered them almost completely incapable of defending themselves.

“Now, you are going to come upstairs, and you are going to do exactly what we tell you to do, or I’m going to rip these off, got it?” Chi-Chi whispered menacingly.

“Yeah, I got it.” Piccolo growled, as the two women led the burly Namek up the stairs.

“Now,” Chi-Chi began, hopping up onto the bed, still firmly holding Piccolo’s antennae, “let’s get those off,” she nodded her head to indicate the purple gi pants, “and see what’s what, and take this cape off. Slowly.” She tugged gently on the antennae, to show she meant business, eliciting a grunt of pain, as the huge Namek’s legs gave out. The three of them fell to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, and Chi-Chi took the opportunity to scramble onto Piccolo’s chest, straddling the broad expanse.

“Well,” Bulma giggled as she whisked Piccolo’s gi pants away, “how are we going to refer to him..er…it from now on, when we are talking about hi..he…i..umm?”

“With that voice, this face and those muscles, I can’t help thinking of him as anything other than a he.” Chi-Chi said, her expression thoughtful.

“Yeah, you’re right, except for the fact that…erm…he? doesn’t have a penis, everything about him just screams male.”

“Wha..excuse me!” Piccolo stammered, outraged at the two women talking about him like he was some kind of animal that couldn’t understand what they were saying.

“Hey Piccolo, what are these?” Bulma asked.

“What?” Chi-Chi turned to look at what Bulma meant, and as she looked down the length of Piccolo’s body, she was struck by the contrasting patches of red and pink skin. //That really is quite beautiful// Chi-Chi thought, and told Piccolo to take off his shirt.

“Wha…What the hell for?” Piccolo bellowed.

“You know perfectly well by now what for, now do it.” Chi-Chi commanded as she squeezed his antennae, hard.

Piccolo shouted as white-hot pain seared through his brain, his eyes rolling back in his head as he passed out.

“Oh shit!” Chi-Chi cursed.

“Well,” Bulma said as she watched the Namek’s eyes slide closed, “at least now we can get his cape and shirt off without anymore trouble.”

“True.” Chi-Chi smirked. After several minutes of struggling, the two women finally managed to divest Piccolo of all his clothes. Both women took some time to thoroughly explore the Namek’s body, admiring the muscular frame, lovingly running their fingers over the smooth, green skin, utterly entranced by the contrasts in color and texture.

“Hey, you’ve got to look at these.” Bulma said, remembering what she had been looking at just before Chi-Chi had inadvertently knocked him out. The two women scrambled down and knelt down between the large, muscular thighs.

“What are they?” Chi-Chi asked softly as she saw what Bulma had meant.

Piccolo’s torso was a study in contrasts, his chest was smooth and green, his stomach was adorned with a large half-circle of pink skin outlined with red, with defined ridges. Chi-Chi’s eyes drifted down to his pelvis, which was again smooth and green, with one exception. Where on a human, there would have been a thatch of pubic hair, Piccolo had highly defined ridges of violet flesh, joining together in V’s, running down the front of his pelvis.

Piccolo began to regain consciousness just as Bulma reached out a finger to touch one of the ridges.

“Don’t touch thuuuhhh!” Piccolo’s shout became a loud moan as Bulma’s finger traced one of the v’s.

“Well, that answers that question.” Chi-Chi smiled slyly as one of her own fingers joined Bulma’s to trace the sensitive ridges.

Piccolo gasped, his back arching off the bed as four hands stroked him. He groaned as his hands fisted in the sheets, his hips arching off the bed, eager for more contact.

He felt someone grab his hand so he raised his head to look down. Chi-Chi was turning Bulma around to lay sideways on the bed, her upper torso stretched down one side of Piccolo’s stomach, her face level with his hips. Chi-Chi pulled on his hand, bringing it between Bulma’s parted thighs, and placed his finger between her partner’s labia, moving his finger up and down the slick flesh, before coaxing him to push the finger inside. Bulma moaned as the long, thick digit slid into her, Chi-Chi showed Piccolo how to stroke her, and she gasped as the finger found her G-spot.

“You’re a quick study.” Chi-Chi smirked at him, “Now, do the same for me.” as she mirrored Bulma’s position. Chi-Chi moaned as Piccolo repeated his actions, and lowered her head to gently lick Piccolo’s own pleasure spots. Bulma joined Chi-Chi, Piccolo’s body jerking violently as the two women began licking and sucking the sensitive flesh. Moans and pants filled the room as the trio undulated on the bed.

Pleasure seared through Piccolo as the two women steadily worked his flesh with their mouths and fingers, and he inserted a second finger into each of them. Both women gasped, then moaned in unison as they were filled, and Piccolo began thrusting his fingers in and out of them. They resumed their ministrations in earnest, nibbling and licking Piccolo’s flesh, each reveling in the moans and growls they wrenched from the usually stoic warrior. Three bodies began to tremble violently as their pleasure reached it’s peak, and their voices mingled as all three cried out their release. Piccolo took a deep, shuddering breath, and lay still, enjoying the tingling feeling that was now running through his entire body, as the two women lay slumped on top of him, breathing heavily.

Suddenly Piccolo’s eyes widened.

“Hey, get up, quick!” he gently pushed the women off of him and got up, pulling his clothing back on with a speed that amazed Bulma and Chi-Chi.

“What’s wrong?” Bulma asked, although she had a feeling she already knew the answer.

“Chibi Trunks and Goten are coming.” Piccolo confirmed her suspicions.

“O.k., you go down and stall them, and we’ll get dressed.” Bulma said as she and Chi-Chi began scrambling back into their own clothes.

Piccolo raced downstairs, almost tripping on his hat in his haste, and flung open the door to glare at the two boys, who jumped and gaped at him.

“Piccolo, what are you doin’ here?” Chibi Trunks asked.

“Never mind that, I thought you two were up there with Gohan and Mirai Trunks.” he said.

“They won’ play with us.” Goten whined, “they just sit up on that stupid rock and talk.”

“We’re hungry.” Chibi Trunks demanded.

“Well, your mothers are….busy.” Piccolo said, “why don’t you stay out here and play for a few minutes, I’m sure they’ll make you something when they’re finished…uhh…. straightening things up.”

“Only if you play with us.” Goten looked up at him hopefully.

Piccolo sighed. “Fine, but you have to promise to leave me alone after you have your snack.” he growled.

“Yayyy!” both boys yelled as they dragged him into the back yard, Piccolo muttering something about ‘damn nosy kids’ all the way.

***

[Up at the clearing.....]

Gohan and Trunks sat on a large flat rock jutting out from the hillside, side by side, Gohan’s eyes wide, his face pale. Trunks’ head was turned away, eyes glittering with tears as he finished telling Gohan about his future self in Trunks’ own reality, and the tears began streaming down his face as for the first time Trunks revealed the reason he’d come back to stay.

“Oh Trunks, come here.” Gohan said, his voice breaking, tears shining in his own eyes as he pulled Trunks into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Trunks buried his face in Gohan’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, sobbing quietly. Gohan nuzzled Trunks’ hair, stroking his back gently.

After a few moments, Trunks managed to get himself back under control, much to Gohan’s disappointment. He had been enjoying having the other man in his arms.

Trunks heaved a sigh.

“But I have to move on. I’m here, in this place and time, and I have a lot of things to be happy for. I have so much to look forward to, and I have a lot of people who care about me, and whom I care about in return.” He turned and stared at Gohan, an intense expression in his blue eyes.

Gohan’s eyes widened and he blushed as Trunks pulled off his jacket, then his tank top. A sharp stab of disappointment ran through him as he watched Trunks make a pillow of his clothes, then lay back on the sun-warmed rock, folding his arms behind his head. Gohan stripped off his own shirt, and copied Trunks’ position, sighing as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feelings of the sun warming his torso, a gentle breeze caressing his bare skin, and the man he wanted so badly lying so close to him, and promptly fell asleep.

Trunks relaxed for a few minutes, acutely aware of the attractive young man stretched out beside him. //God! I want him so badly, but I can’t do this. He’s just too young// he thought. {Goku was only a year older than Gohan is when he got married you know.} part of him argued //Yes I know, but, that’s different, that’s getting married and starting a family// he argued back. {How is that different? Love is love. You were upset that the Gohan of your future thought you were too young, you tried to convince his otherwise, and you were only fourteen, Gohan’s sixteen, stop being such a damn hypocrite! } Trunks knew the voice in his head was right, but he just couldn’t bring himself to make a move on the teen. //But that doesn’t mean I can’t look.// he thought slyly, turning over on his side to study Gohan’s naked torso, now that the young man had dozed off.

A few minutes later, Gohan slowly started to wake up, feeling strange. //I feel like somebody’s watching me// He slowly cracked open one eye, looking over to where Trunks had been lying beside him, and both eyes snapped open to stare at the lavender haired demi-Saiyan. Trunks lay on his side, his head propped up on a bent arm, staring hungrily at Gohan’s unclothed chest and stomach. Heat flooded through Gohan’s body as he saw the intensity and need on the other man’s face.

Trunks, unaware that Gohan was now awake, slowly, tentatively reached his hand out, plainly wanting to touch him. Gohan snapped his eyes shut again and pretended to be asleep in the hopes that Trunks might actually do it. It took every ounce of willpower he had to stay still and silent when a fingertip gently skimmed over his side. But the charade was over when Trunks’ finger moved up to touch Gohan’s stomach. The teen’s eyes opened wide and he gasped softly, muscles rippling beneath the gentle touch. Trunks stared down at Gohan, fear and shame clearly written on his features.

“Oh…God…Gohan I’m sorry.” Trunks said softly, pulling his hand back and trying to get up.

“No! Trunks wait!” Gohan rolled on top of Trunks, pinning him to the rock. “Don’t go, please.”

“But, Gohan, this is wrmmph!” his protests were cut short as Gohan clumsily but gently pressed his lips to Trunks’, giving both of them their first kiss. They both grew still at the gentle touch, before Gohan settled his body on top of Trunks. Trunks felt the bulge in Gohan’s pants pressing against his pelvis, and he moaned as his own manhood swelled in answer to Gohan’s obvious desire. Gohan rolled them again so that Trunks was on top, and he groaned as the older man’s hips settled between his legs.

Trunks claimed Gohan’s lips, running his tongue over them, and Gohan opened his mouth, inviting him in. Trunks accepted the invitation eagerly, probing, tasting the teen’s mouth. Gohan moaned softly, rocking his hips instinctively, trying to find release for the ache building in his groin. Trunks broke their heated kiss to lick and nuzzle the soft, pale skin of Gohan’s throat, smiling as the young man gasped in response and arched his neck, granting him better access to the sensitive flesh.

“Trunks….” Gohan groaned.

“Hmmm?” Trunks raised his head.

“Could you, let your hair down?” Gohan ran his hands through the long lavender strands, still in a ponytail.

“Sure.” Trunks smiled down at him as he reached back to pull out the black band.

Waves of soft, shiny hair cascaded down to caress Gohan’s face and chest.

“Beautiful…” Gohan moaned softly, running his fingers through it, gently grasping large handfulls of it and rubbing it against his face.

“Gohan,” Trunks began as a thought occurred to him.

“Yeah?” Gohan looked up at him, his eagerness to please the older man plain on his face.

“Have you ever…you know…..done it…with anybody?” Trunks looked away, his cheeks flaming red.

“N..n..no.” Gohan stammered, his own cheeks red. “Have you?”

“No.” Trunks said quietly. Gohan stared up at him in amazement.

“Are you serious? How come? You’re gorgeous!” Gohan eeped and looked away, his whole face turning red as this last sentence slipped out.

Trunks chuckled, nuzzling Gohan’s neck, “Just never had the time, or the opportunity. Or someone I was interested in.” He said softly.

“So, are we gonna..” Gohan began, rocking his hips against Trunks gently, gasping at the friction it gave him.

“No, not yet.” Trunks said, rolling so that the were lying on their sides, faces barely an inch apart, bodies pressed together.

“No? What are we gonna do then? You can’t just leave me like this!” Gohan pleaded, a hand drifting down to touch himself through his jeans. It was immediately pushed away by Trunks.

“Allow me.” he said, capturing Gohan’s lips in a fiery kiss as his hands undid Gohan’s jeans and tugged on them. Gohan raised his hips, helping Trunks slide them down until his arousal was freed from the confining garment.

He groaned against Trunks’ mouth as he wrapped his hands around Gohan’s erection and began to stroke him.

“Now this I’m an expert at.” Trunks murmured, making Gohan chuckle.

“Me too.” he replied, his own hands undoing Trunks’ pants and trying to pull them down as well. As Trunks’ pants were pushed down off his hips, Gohan’s hands snaked down to wrap around his length, making him growl low in his throat. They lay clasped against each other, each with one arm wrapped around the other’s waist, legs intertwined, lips locked in a passionate kiss. They stroked each other quickly and firmly, thrusting their hips against each other, moaning when their erections brushed together. Suddenly both of them cried out, their cries muffled by each other’s lips, as they came violently, shooting their seed over each other’s chests and stomachs, bodies shaking, chests heaving as they broke the kiss to touch their foreheads together, staring into each other’s eyes, gasping for breath. After a few moments, Trunks pulled Gohan to him, hugging him tightly. And it was then that the two of them noticed the sticky mess on their chests and stomachs.

“Oh man! What are we gonna do?” Trunks said, eyes wide, cheeks red, “We can’t go back to the house like this!”

Gohan burst out laughing at the look on his face. “Don’t worry about it, there’s a creek just beyond those trees,” He pointed. “We’ll just go get cleaned up there, and then we can go home for lunch.”

“Great! Let’s go, I’m getting kind of hungry.” Trunks hopped down off the rock, and as Gohan followed, Trunks spun and draped an arm around his shoulders, kissing him gently, before they made their way to the creek.

***

[Back at the island........]

Goku and Vegeta flew to the clearing they had used for sparring when they had first landed on the island, and warmed up for what promised to be an intense match. Both men were determined to win, Vegeta to keep his dominance over his partner, Goku to finally make his Prince give in to him. //I will win, I have to win, then I can finally show him that he doesn’t always have to dominate everyone else, that someone else can be in control, and he could actually enjoy it.// Goku thought. He remembered the flash of images that had burst from Vegeta’s mind that morning when Goku had made his remark about wanting to be on top, and rage had welled up within him as he had realized that the images he was seeing were Vegeta’s memories of Frieza’s monstrous attempts to break the young Prince’s mind and spirit. And he had understood at that moment why any intimacy the Prince shared with anyone had to be on Vegeta’s terms, with Vegeta being the dominating force. Goku thought, //I’m going to win, and then I’m going to show you that you can submit to the right person, without being weak, or being hurt.// as he powered up to Super Saiyan.

Vegeta also exploded into Super Saiyan mode, thinking, //I can’t let him win, I can’t let him have control over me. I won’t let anyone have control over me!// Vegeta shuddered, // Idiot, why did I open my big mouth back in that kitchen! How could I let my guard down like that! I have :never: submitted to anyone, and I never will! // he thought angrily.

Goku saw the shudder pass through Vegeta, saw the conviction in the Prince’s eyes, and knew this was going to be one of the most intense sparring matches they would ever have. Goku’s face showed his grim determination to win.

Vegeta’s face contorted with rage and he screamed, powering up to SS2, as he flew at Goku, directing a volley of kicks and punches at his head. Goku dodged the attack, but just barely. He jumped to SS2 as well, and initiated a vicious counter-attack, using all his best moves. Energy blasts flew everywhere, and the two Saiyans disappeared and reappeared in different spots around the clearing, moving impossibly fast. Grunts of surprise and pain could be heard as one of the two got in a solid hit.

The battle raged for hours, leaving craters in the earth, and clouds of dust and smoke so thick that it seemed to be dusk, rather than late afternoon. The two warriors were rapidly wearing down, both from firing around so much energy, and from taking so many hits. They flew at each other and attacked one more time, fists and feet flying, but slower now as their energy levels began to drop. They flew back and landed several meters apart, panting and sweating heavily. Goku went down on one knee, and Vegeta swayed but managed to stay on his feet. Both Goku’s orange gi and Vegeta’s blue Saiyan garb were torn and dirty. As Goku tore what was left of his orange and blue gi shirts from his body, he thought //Oh, man, I hate to do this. It’s a dirty trick to win with, but I’ve got no choice. Vegeta’s not gonna stop fighting until one of us is unconscious.// He placed a fingertip in the center of his forehead and concentrated. Using instant transmission, he appeared several feet up in the air behind Vegeta, the sun directly behind him. Vegeta sensed Goku’s ki rising behind him, and spun around to defend himself. Unfortunately for Vegeta, he looked up at Goku at just the wrong moment.

“SOLAR FLARE!!” Goku shouted, and Vegeta was instantly blinded by the brilliant light, realizing too late that he’d been tricked.

“KAKAROTT!! YOU BASTARD!!” Vegeta screamed and he felt Goku’s body pressed up against his back, as an arm locked itself around his neck.

Goku quickly half-dragged/half-carried the enraged and fortunately for Goku still blind Vegeta kicking and screaming off their impromptu battlefield, and into the shade of a grove of trees which, Goku noticed thankfully, had been miraculously spared.

As Goku set Vegeta down on his feet again near the base of the biggest tree, he spun Vegeta around to face him as he grabbed his wrists and pinned Vegeta’s arms behind his back. Vegeta struggled violently against his captor, his legs striking out blindly, until one of his feet managed to connect solidly with Goku’s shin. Goku let out a yelp of pain, before deciding he needed to further restrain his lover. He swept Vegeta’s feet out from under him and gently lowered him to the grass, keeping a firm grip on Vegeta’s arms as he straddled the smaller man’s thighs, putting just enough weight on them to keep the Prince still. Vegeta’s power level was low due to his earlier exertion, and he was no longer able to stay Super Saiyan. As Goku watched his hair and eyes go back to their usual color, he powered down as well, reaching down and unfastening the armor on Vegeta’s torso. He tossed the armor aside, and an audible thunk was heard as it hit the ground. He brought Vegeta’s arms around to cross them over his stomach, then moved his hips up until he was straddling Vegeta’s chest, effectively pinning the smaller Saiyan’s arms to his sides. Then he hooked his fingers into the neckline of Vegeta’s blue body suit and slowly began pulling the stretchy material down to his shoulders. Suddenly Vegeta began to thrash violently beneath him.

“No!! Not like this!” Vegeta almost shrieked, and Goku heard in Vegeta’s voice something he never, ever would have expected from him…..Panic.

‘Shh…It’s okay, it’s me Vegeta, just me.” Goku soothed his lover, lowering his head to kiss him gently.

“I….I can’t see.” Vegeta said quietly, his whole body shaking.

Goku reached out with his mind, sensing his lover’s thoughts. He felt the helpless rage, as long buried memories forced their way to the surface. Goku scrambled off Vegeta as he felt the awful fear and humiliation that was still sharp in Vegeta’s mind as the memories played out in both of their minds simultaneously. Memories of a small boy in a dark room, unable to see anything, lying on the floor gasping in pain from yet another beating, as the high, rasping voice of his unseen tormentor spat curses and threats at him. Then came the feeling of the cold, dry hands that felt like a snake slithering over one’s skin as they grabbed the boy and turned him over, one hand grasping his wrists and pinning them over his head, as the other tore away his clothing. The boy was angry, hurting, and he knew he wouldn’t win against his larger and stronger captor, but he still refused to submit. Goku broke contact with Vegeta’s mind at that point,

“Oh Vegeta, I’m sorry, I didn’t know blinding you with a solar flare would do….would bring it back…I…” he pulled the smaller Saiyan onto his lap, holding him gently.

“Stop it Vegeta.” Goku whispered, as Vegeta began to tremble slightly. “Stop thinking about it, you’re not that little boy any more, and Frieza’s dead, remember? You’re son killed him. You’re here, with me, Goku. Kakarott.”

“K..Kakarott?” Vegeta said softly, almost a whimper. In all the years they’d known each other, Vegeta had never heard Goku speak his own Saiyan name out loud so naturally, and without scorn.

“That’s right Vegeta,” Goku soothed, “it’s me, I’m not going to hurt you. Remember this morning, and last night? Come on, remember me, remember the present, not the past. You have to realize by now after everything we did last night and earlier today that I would never, ever hurt you.”

“Can’t…..can’t see, can’t stop… I…n..no!” Vegeta stammered, starting to struggle again. “Can’t let go.” he choked back a sob as his sightless eyes started to shine with tears before he clenched them shut and turned his head away from Goku.

“Vegeta,” Goku said softly, nuzzling his lover’s ear, “I trust you, I couldn’t have done the things we did last night and today with you if I didn’t.” Vegeta cocked his head to one side, seeming to consider this. Encouraged, Goku pressed on, “I trust you, now it’s time for you to let go of the past and trust me.”

Goku tightened his arms around his lover, //He’ll be more relaxed once he can see me.// Goku thought as he lay down on his back, holding Vegeta on top of him and waiting for the effects of the solar flare to wear off. Goku smiled as Vegeta relaxed against his chest, no longer trembling, slowly bringing his arms up to wrap them around Goku’s neck.

“Kakarott.” Vegeta said softly.

//I knew you trusted me.// Goku thought as he nuzzled Vegeta’s hair, running his hands up and down Vegeta’s back in a gentle caress. He looked down curiously as Vegeta sat up, straddling his stomach. He smiled as Vegeta’s ebony eyes locked onto his own.

“You can see.” Goku said quietly.

“Yes.” Vegeta said softly, gripping Goku’s shoulders, and tugging gently.

“What is it?” Goku asked, his brow furrowing.

“Sit up.” Vegeta whispered. Goku did as he was asked, wrapping his arms around his lover, as Vegeta sat on Goku’s lap, wrapping his legs around him.

Goku’s eyebrows shot up as Vegeta pulled his blue uniform down over his shoulders and pushed it down to his waist, then reached down and undid the sash at Goku’s waist. Goku cocked his head to one side, watching Vegeta as he wrapped an end of Goku’s sash around each hand several times, and his eyes widened as Vegeta held the sash up in front of his face and snapped it in two.

“What are you doing?” Goku stared at Vegeta, wondering what he was going to do next, //Is he mad at me? Or maybe he wants to ….He wouldn’t, would he?// Goku thought as an image of Vegeta gagging, blindfolding and tying him up flashed through his mind //Hmm…..That might not be so bad…// a hentai grin spread across his face at that thought. Goku’s expression quickly changed from smiling to stunned, as Vegeta handed him the smaller piece of the torn sash, lowered his head and closed his eyes in what could only be interpreted as a gesture of complete surrender.

“Vegeta…I…you…are you sure?” Goku asked uncertainly. He stared at his lover in amazement, “I don’t want to hurt you.” he said //Or frighten you again// he thought.

Vegeta’s eyes snapped open, and he stared into Goku’s eyes intensely, “Just do it Kakarott, before I change my mind and tie you up instead.”

“You know,” Goku smirked at him, “I think I would enjoy that.”

Vegeta laughed, then closed his eyes again. Goku kissed Vegeta tenderly, then pulled back and slowly, gently wound the makeshift blindfold around Vegeta’s head, tying it loosely at the back. Vegeta found the second piece of the sash, pushed it to Goku’s chest.

“What is it?” Goku whispered. Vegeta said nothing, but slid his arms behind him to cross his wrists at the small of his back. Goku stared at him, shocked.

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Goku said, as an uncomfortable feeling built in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly he shook his head. “No! I can’t do this Vegeta, you don’t have to go this far to prove you trust me.”

“I’m not doing this to prove something to you, Kakarott, I’m doing it to prove something to myself.” Vegeta said quietly.

Goku gently cupped the sides of Vegeta’s face, a little scared of Vegeta’s sudden submissiveness. “Vegeta, I don’t understand.” He said, frustrated. “What could this possibly prove?”

“That as you said, Frieza’s gone, and I’m no longer that little boy. That my memories are just that, bad memories, and they can’t hurt me anymore. Besides, you and I both know how easily I can snap that sash if I want to, so the binding will be more symbolic than anything else.” he said, before leaning forward, seeking Goku’s lips. “Just do it, Kakarott, I need to overcome this, and the only way I can do that is to trust someone, and if there’s anyone in this world I can trust, it’s you.”

“Thank you Vegeta.” Goku said as he kissed him gently, reaching around Vegeta to wrap the strip of material around his wrists, binding him loosely. Vegeta leaned forward and rested his head on Goku’s shoulder, and Goku could feel the other Saiyan struggling to stay calm.

Goku gently stroked Vegeta’s back, whispering constant reassurances in his ear, until at last he felt Vegeta’s body relax.

“You O.K.?” Goku whispered.

“Yes, I’m fine, keep going.” Vegeta answered softly.

Goku slowly lowered Vegeta to the ground, laying him down on his back, and asked again if he was alright. Vegeta didn’t answer, he merely shifted so his arms, still bound behind him, were more comfortable. Goku positioned himself over Vegeta’s prone form on his hands and knees, careful not to touch Vegeta so that he wouldn’t feel boxed in. He slowly lowered his head, brushing his lips against Vegeta’s in a gentle kiss.

Vegeta raised his head, deepening the kiss, before gently sucking and nibbling on Goku’s lower lip. Goku moaned softly as he gently reached one hand down to stroke Vegeta’s chest, tracing intricate patterns over the pale, smooth skin, stopping to trace the few battle scars that graced his chest and arms, before reaching lower to stroke Vegeta’s arousal through his blue uniform. Vegeta broke the kiss and gasped, arching his hips to press himself against Goku’s hand.

“Ready to move on I see.” Goku smirked.

Vegeta heard the smirk in his voice and growled, “Just get this damn thing off me!” he wriggled his hips, indicating his uniform.

“Really Vegeta,” Goku said as he bent his head to nuzzle and kiss Vegeta’s throat, “you have to learn to have more patience.” he purred, moving down to rake his teeth lightly across Vegeta’s collarbone.

“Fuck patience!” Vegeta spat, “just take these damned clothes off!” he writhed beneath Goku, arching his back as Goku’s mouth made it’s way down to his already hard nipples.

“Kakarott…” He groaned as Goku’s mouth made it’s way down his stomach with agonizing slowness.

“Hmm?” Goku grinned before dipping his tongue into Vegeta’s navel, earning a soft startled sound from the Prince, before sitting up and moving to kneel beside Vegeta.

“What are you doing?” Vegeta asked softly as he felt Goku moving away.

“Doing what you asked of course.” Goku said with a smirk as he gently began to pull down Vegeta’s blue outfit.

As Vegeta’s erection sprang free, Goku wrapped a hand around it and began to stroke Vegeta gently, as his other hand continued to work the uniform down Vegeta’s legs.

“Take your boots off Vegeta.” he whispered softly. Vegeta immediately toed off the white boots, kicking them away. Goku let go of Vegeta’s length, and snarled in frustration as he tried not to rip the almost skin tight uniform from his lover’s body.

“This thing takes forever to get off!” Goku growled, then sighed with relief as the offending garment was finally removed. Vegeta laughed as he heard Goku scramble to his feet, literally tear away his pants and boxers, and throw his boots aside.

“Now who’s ready to move on?” Vegeta smirked. Goku knelt between Vegeta’s legs and gently gripped his waist, pulling the smaller Saiyan onto his lap once more. Goku gently cupped Vegeta’s chin with his fingertips, and ran his tongue over his lover’s lips teasingly. Vegeta’s tongue immediately darted out to meet his, and they teased each other, their tongues touching, sliding against each other, before Goku claimed Vegeta’s lips in a fiery, possessive kiss. Vegeta moaned as Goku’s hands slipped down to cup his ass and pull Vegeta firmly against him, both men gasping as their erections rubbed together.

“Kakarott…” There was urgency in Vegeta’s voice.

“Just a sec.” Goku clasped Vegeta to him as he leaned back, reaching out a hand to search the ground for the massage oil he had planted earlier at the base of the tree they were sitting under.

“What are you doing?” Vegeta asked, his voice impatient, as he began to rock his hips against Goku. Goku captured Vegeta’s lips once more as he squeezed some of the oil onto his fingers. He broke the kiss to nuzzle Vegeta’s ear.

“Are you ready?” He asked softly.

“Yes, just do it!” Vegeta pleaded, rocking his hips again, “You have no idea how turned on I am.” he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

Goku reached down to stroke his erection, “Oh, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea how hot this is making you.” he smirked.

“Kakarott!” Vegeta shouted, squirming on his lap.

“Hmm, now let’s see,” Goku said, his voice maddeningly calm, “what was it you said this morning?” He continued to pump Vegeta’s cock, reaching around with his other hand to tease Vegeta’s entrance, then he slid a well oiled finger into the tight heat. Vegeta gasped, his head arching back. Goku’s head darted forward and he began to nip and kiss Vegeta’s throat. A low moan came from Vegeta, and he began to rock his hips back against Goku’s hand as a second finger was inserted into him. “I can’t quite seem to remember your exact words,” Goku said slyly. He pushed a third finger into Vegeta, and began to gently probe for his lover’s prostate. A sharp cry escaped Vegeta as Goku found his sweet spot, and he began to writhe on Goku’s lap, bucking his hips as Goku rubbed his prostate and stroked his arousal firmly.

“Damn, this looks so familiar, now what in the world did you say to me? Oh I remember now.” Goku couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice as he mercilessly teased Vegeta.

“Beg me.” Goku growled.

“Kakarott! Please!” Vegeta was nearly sobbing with need.

“Please?” Goku said, before lightly kissing his way down Vegeta’s neck. “What do you want from me, Vegeta?” He asked as he wound one hand under Vegeta’s thigh, wrapping the end of the sash binding his wrists around the other hand. He lifted Vegeta gently, positioning Vegeta’s entrance over his length, and held him there.

“Do it!” Vegeta cried, throwing his head back, trembling with desire.

“Tell me what you want from me.” Goku whispered, running his tongue up the smooth column of his lover’s throat.

“I want..I want your cock inside me.” Vegeta said, voice quavering.

Both men gasped as Goku slowly lowered Vegeta onto his straining arousal, Goku shivering as Vegeta’s muscles squeezed him tightly. Vegeta groaned as Goku slid his full length into him, then held Vegeta still to give him time to adjust.

“I’m ready, Kakarott.” Vegeta whispered.

“I’m not.” Goku whimpered. //Oh my God, he’s so tight!// Goku thought, trying to control himself. After a few moments, Vegeta began to wriggle his hips experimentally, enjoying the feeling of his lover buried inside him.

“Vegeta!” Goku nearly screamed as he grasped Vegeta’s hips tightly, “If you move again, I’m gonna throw you down on the grass and drive my cock into you so hard you’ll be lucky if you can walk by tomorrow!” To which Vegeta snapped the bindings around his wrists, gripped Goku’s shoulders, and lifted his hips until only the head of Goku’s cock was inside him. Then he slammed himself down, both of them crying out as Vegeta began impaling himself on Goku’s shaft.

“Uhhh..Oh God…you…ohhh…That’s it!” Goku shouted, and, as promised he pulled out of his lover and pushed Vegeta to the ground, pulling off the blindfold before stretching out on top of him, kissing him with almost bruising force. Vegeta wrapped his legs around Goku’s waist, moaning as he pulled his lover to him, reaching up to wrap his arms around Goku’s neck.

Goku stared down into Vegeta’s eyes, his expression one of raw need.

“I warned you Vegeta.” he rasped.

“Do it.” Vegeta ground out, eyes narrowed, face flushed with passion. Both men shouted as Goku buried himself inside Vegeta, Goku curling one hand over Vegeta’s shoulder, bracing the other on the ground above Vegeta’s head as he pulled back and began slamming into Vegeta’s tight heat. Vegeta cried out, arching beneath Goku as his hands raked down Goku’s back, raising long welts as spots began to appear before his eyes. Goku growled low in his throat as pleasure coursed through his body, pressure building inside him. Goku slid a hand down to pump Vegeta’s shaft as the pressure reached it’s peak, and Vegeta began to thrash beneath him, hips bucking violently, fingers digging into Goku’s shoulders. Vegeta let loose a long, piercing cry as his seed shot out to cover them both, and Goku answered the cry with a scream as he buried himself in Vegeta one last time and spilled his essence deep inside him. As Vegeta slumped beneath him, Goku rolled them over until Vegeta lay snuggled against his chest, wrapping his arms around Vegeta possessively as they lay there, panting, drenched in sweat.

After a few minutes, Vegeta raised himself up to cross his arms over Goku’s chest, tilt his head to the side and look down at Goku smugly.

“I think you enjoyed that way too much, Kakarott.” he smirked.

“Say what?!” Goku gaped at him, then smirked back, “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

“No, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” he admitted, “Now, let’s go back to the house, I’m starving.” Vegeta said, and they both chuckled as his stomach rumbled, seemingly on cue.

“And you called my stomach a bottomless pit!” Goku said, feigning offense at Vegeta’s earlier comment, “But you’re right, let’s go get something to eat, and then we can do it again!” He raised his eyebrows at Vegeta, a suggestive smile on his face.

“Again!” Vegeta stared at him incredulously, “Already? And I thought I was a demanding lover!”

“Ahh, but who do you think I’m learning it from?” Goku smirked, before using instant transmission to transport both of them back to the capsule house.

***

[Back at the Son residence......]

After a typically huge supper, Bulma and Chi-Chi managed to browbeat the four boys into helping them clean up, the younger boys clearing the table, Mirai Trunks washing the dishes, and Gohan drying. Finally, 45 minutes later, the six of them managed to get the kitchen and dining room clean. As Mirai Trunks and Gohan finally finished working their way through the mountain of dishes that had been piled on the counter beside the sink, Bulma sidled up to them and spoke quietly, hoping the younger boys wouldn’t hear her.

“Hey, guys, could we ask you a small favor?” She asked, as both boys stiffened slightly, “Oh relax, it’s nothing major, we just want a little help getting Goten and Chibi Trunks into their bath.”

Gohan and Mirai Trunks cast sly, sidelong glances at each other over Bulma’s head, evil smiles spreading over both their faces.

“Sure mom, just say the word, and we’ll have them up there before they realize what’s goin’ on.” Trunks said quietly.

“Yeah, Trunks owes the brats a little payback from this morning anyway.” Gohan said, grinning.

“Huh, what’s going on?” Bulma said, placing her hands on her hips and glaring from one to the other.

“Nothing mom, I’d just like to repay them for waking me up so nicely this morning.” Trunks said as he and Gohan glanced at each other again and chuckled.

“Oh, O.K., just make sure nobody gets hurt, and nothing gets broken around here, alright? I think Chi-Chi’s almost finished running their bath, so when she comes down we can start.” Bulma whispered before saying loudly “Boy, you two sure are fast when it comes to doing the dishes, this is great! Thanks you guys. Now, what are you two doing?” she asked as she walked over to stand behind the two smaller boys, who were engaged in whispering conspiratorially to each other, hands on her hips, glaring at them suspiciously.

“N..n..nothing..” Goten stammered, obviously feeling guilty about something.

“We don’t wanna take a bath!” Chibi Trunks declared, getting straight to the point.

“Well that’s just too bad, because that’s exactly what you’re about to do!” Chi-Chi declared right back, standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, glaring down at them.

“No!” Goten and Chibi Trunks yelled in unison.

“Gohan! Trunks! Get ‘em!” Both women shouted in stereo, pointing at the two young boys.

Four indiscernible streaks flashed through the room, and the sound of giggles and running feet seemed to come from all directions. Bulma and Chi-Chi sat down at the dining room table, Chi-Chi pouring them some tea, as they waited for the chase to end, the boys were moving far too fast for the women to be able to follow their moves.

Chibi Trunks somersaulted through the air, landing on the ceiling and streaking through the house, Mirai Trunks hot on his heels, laughing. Goten ran sideways along the living room wall, Gohan sailing through the air after him. Four flashes of color zipped back and forth, two at a time, making their way across the ceiling, down the walls, across the floor, back up the walls, and across the ceiling yet again. A surprised yelp was heard as Gohan clamped his arms around Goten and landed softly on the floor, clutching his squirming, whining little brother tightly.

“Come on! What’s taking you so long?” Gohan taunted Mirai Trunks, grinning.

Mirai Trunks snarled, and redoubled his efforts to catch Chibi Trunks. As they made their way back down to the floor again, Mirai Trunks lunged forward, managing to catch Chibi Trunks in the back of the knees and send him crashing to the floor.

“Gotcha, you little punk!” Mirai Trunks growled as he captured Chibi Trunks in a vicious headlock, “now, that’s for waking me up so rudely this morning.” he chuckled.

The two boys whined, kicked, squirmed and shouted, but to no avail. They were carried upstairs, undressed by their mothers, and rudely shoved into the water by Gohan and Mirai Trunks, the latter taking special care to push Chibi Trunks’ head under the water, smirking as the boy came up sputtering for air, before both boys turned to glare murderously at the young men.

“Thanks you two.” Bulma said, beginning to work shampoo into a most unimpressed Chibi Trunks’ hair.

“Yes, it would have taken us ages to coax these two in here without your..er…persuasion.” Chi-Chi smiled, working up a lather in a pouting Goten’s hair as well.

“No problem. Hey mom, Trunks and I are gonna go out for a walk, O.K.?” Gohan said, casting a sidelong glance at Trunks.

“Alright Gohan, but don’t stay out too late.” Chi-Chi said distractedly.

“Sure mom, and thanks! Come on Trunks! Let’s go!” he grabbed Mirai Trunks’ arm and pulled him out into the hallway. He let go of Trunks long enough to duck into his room for a minute, before dashing back out into the hallway with a duffel bag in his hand He glomped on to Trunks again, and almost dragged the surprised demi-Saiyan down the stairs.

“Let’s see…” Gohan said as he peered into the refrigerator, “Aha! That’ll do it!” he said, smiling as he shoved four cans of soda into the bag. “O.K. All set, let’s go!”

As they stepped out onto the porch, Gohan took Trunks’ hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go and taking off into the darkening sky.

//I know what he wants, he wants to continue what we started this afternoon.// Trunks thought, his body tingling as he felt himself becoming aroused. //I…should I? Am I doing the right thing?// He remembered the thoughts that had gone through his head earlier that day, //Yeah, I know I am.// he thought, smiling as he took off after Gohan.

They landed in the clearing, on the same rock jutting out of the hillside that they’d sat, as well as done some other things on, earlier that day. Trunks chuckled, then grabbed the belt loops of Gohan’s jeans and pulled the teen’s body tightly against his own, claiming the soft lips in a searing kiss. Gohan clutched Trunks’ shoulders tightly as he trembled, his knees threatening to give out from the sheer intensity of the kiss. Trunks sensed Gohan’s predicament, and gently lowered both of them to their knees. Suddenly Gohan pulled away, looking behind him, then reaching out for the duffel bag. Trunks looked at him quizzically, then grinned slyly as Gohan pulled out a thick, soft blanket and spread it out on the rock, then reached back into the bag and pulled out a tube of lubricant.

“Ready for anything, huh?” Trunks muttered, leaning in to nibble Gohan’s earlobe, “Going for a walk indeed.” he chuckled.

“Hey, what did you want me to say?” Gohan grinned as he gently pulled the black band from Trunks’ hair, once again releasing the silky lavender strands so that he could run his hands through them. “Hey mom, Trunks and I are going out to the woods to screw each other’s brains out, O.K.?” He giggled.

“Oh my god!” Trunks threw his head back and laughed. “I could just see your mom’s face!”

“And what about your mom? I could hear the lecture you would get!” Both of them dissolved into peals of laughter as they tried to imagine all the expressions that would cross their mother’s faces if they knew what they were up to. They sobered up however, when it came to their fathers.

“Well, my dad would just kill me in the slowest, most painful way he could think of.” Trunks said certainly.

“My dad probably just wouldn’t get it at all, and then your dad would kill me for being your partner, and then kill my dad, or at least try, because he would be annoyed by dad’s inability to grasp what was going on.” He chuckled.

“And then Vegeta would find a way to wish all three of us back just so he could kill us all over again!” They said in unison, hugging each other tightly as they dissolved into helpless laughter once more.

As their laughter died down, they stretched out on the blanket, arms and legs entwined, kissing heatedly. Trunks rolled over on top of Gohan, settling his hips between the teen’s legs, eyes narrowing as a low moan escaped Gohan’s throat at the contact. He growled softly as he pushed up Gohan’s shirt, leaning down to lick the teen’s rock hard abs, gently nipping at the sensitive flesh, his body throbbing in response to the gasps and moans he wrenched from the young man beneath him. He began to kiss and lick his way up Gohan’s stomach, veering over to graze his teeth over an already hard nipple, smiling as Gohan cried out softly, his hands tangling in Trunks’ hair as he arched his back, silently asking for more. He left a trail of hot kisses across Gohan’s chest as he slowly made his way up to the writhing teen’s throat, groaning softly as Gohan rocked his hips against him.

“Trunks….ohh…yeah..” Gohan moaned as Trunks gently grazed his teeth along Gohan’s jaw, before claiming the teen’s lips with his own. He thrust his tongue between Gohan’s parted lips, exploring, tasting, excited by the young man’s submissiveness as his hands slid over Gohan’s chest and stomach.

Suddenly Trunks broke the kiss, pulling back until he was kneeling between Gohan’s legs, staring down at him, eyes glittering, breath coming in ragged gasps.

“What’s wrong?” Gohan panted.

“Too much clothing.” Trunks answered as he almost ripped off his black tanktop, then fumbled with his belt buckle trying to get his pants undone. Gohan pulled off his own white T-shirt, quickly undid his pants and pushed them down his hips before reaching up to help Trunks with his grey pants. Trunks closed his eyes and moaned as Gohan’s fingers brushed his erection as he pulled down his zipper, and Trunks quickly stood up and finished removing his clothes, as Gohan frantically tried to rid himself of his jeans. Trunks knelt beside Gohan and growled as he grabbed Gohan’s jeans and pulled them off. Gohan gasped softly as the cool evening air caressed his skin, then he arched his back and cried out as Trunks leaned over and took his throbbing member into his mouth. Gohan groaned as Trunks began moving his mouth slowly up and down Gohan’s length, sucking eagerly.

“Uhhh, Trunks….please,” Gohan pleaded, “stop, I..I don’t want to cum yet.”

Trunks reluctantly pulled back. “What do you want to do?” he asked softly.

“Well, um,” Gohan began, smiling shyly, “I would like to try something I saw in a magazine once.” He turned his head away, his face burning.

Trunks gently cupped Gohan’s chin and turned his face back towards him.

“Come on Gohan, tell me, don’t be shy.” he urged.

“Well, here.” Gohan sat up, then turned his body so that his face was level with Trunks’ hard member, and stretched out on his back. “Now,” he said, a sly grin spreading over his handsome face, “you do this,” he reached for Trunks, trying to roll his lover on top of him, and Trunks complied, finally understanding what was happening when Gohan’s erection brushed against the end of his nose, “and then I do this.” Gohan purred, before wrapping his lips around Trunks’ straining member, pulling on Trunks’ hips and raising his head until his lips hit the base of Trunks’ cock.

“Nnn…Uhhh….Gohan!” Trunks cried, trembling as Gohan worked his arousal mercilessly. He let out another strangled cry before gripping Gohan’s shaft tightly in one hand, and taking Gohan’s arousal into his mouth, sucking on it as hard as he could. A choked cry came from Gohan, and his hips shot up instinctively, driving his length into Trunk’s mouth. Trunks quickly pulled his head back, and used his other hand to keep Gohan’s hips still. He moaned softly around Gohan’s length as his young lover began to quicken his movements, and he followed suit. Trunks desperately tried to keep from thrusting his hips as Gohan’s warm, wet mouth slid up and down his length, and Trunks cried out as he came, the sounds muffled by his lover’s arousal. Seconds later, Gohan’s answering cry was heard, as Trunks swallowed Gohan’s essence.

Trunks quickly rolled off his lover, righting himself so that he could pull Gohan into his arms. They lay entwined for several minutes, breathing heavily, their hearts pounding.

“Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?” Trunks demanded after a few minutes.

“Well,” Gohan began.

“Yeah, well?” Trunks asked impatiently.

“You remember when my dad got the heart virus, when you first came here, and we took him to Master Roshi’s so that the androids wouldn’t find him?”

“Yeah….” Trunks prompted.

“Well, you know how my mom was still trying to get me to study, even with all that going on, right? Well, Master Roshi thought it would be a good idea for me to have a few things to study other than boring old textbooks, so he kind of…umm…you know, slipped a few of his old hentai magazines into my schoolbooks.” He said shyly.

Trunks stared at Gohan, wide eyed, for almost a full minute, then burst out laughing. “Yeah, that figures, leave it to Master Roshi to corrupt an 11 year old.” he smirked.

“Hey!” Gohan said, smiling, “he didn’t corrupt me, he just….gave me some new subjects to study.”

“Damn!” Trunks said as he began to nuzzle Gohan’s neck, “it’s amazing what you can learn from books, of course, now I understand why you had your nose buried in those books so much.” He chuckled.

Gohan moaned softly as Trunks continued to kiss and nuzzle his neck, tracing swirls across his chest, before gently rolling a pebbled nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“You want some more?” Trunks purred, as he slid a hand down to caress Gohan’s member, which was quickly hardening again.

“Mmmhmmm, uhhh!” Gohan bucked his hips as Trunks began to slide his hand up and down Gohan’s length, raking his teeth up and down the teen’s neck, nipping softly.

Trunks pulled Gohan into his arms and rolled Gohan was on top of him, moaning softly as he wrapped his legs around his young lover’s waist. Gohan rocked his hips, and both of them cried out as their erections were trapped between them, rubbing together. Gohan’s head swooped down, and he claimed Trunks’ lips in a deep kiss, wrenching a low moan from him, as Gohan reached a hand out to grab the tube of lubricant.

“Who’s gonna go first?” Gohan broke the kiss and asked softy, holding up the tube for Trunks to see.

“Well,” Trunks said, a sly smile on his face, “you’re already there, you go first.” he said as he bucked his hips, eliciting a strangled groan from Gohan.

“Are…are you sure?” Gohan whispered as he looked down at him, his expression one of apprehension.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Trunks assured him, taking the tube of lubricant and squeezing some onto his fingers. He reached between them to wrap his hand around Gohan’s length, smiling as the teen gasped and trembled at the touch, he began to move his hand up and down, spreading the lubricant over Gohan’s shaft. “O.K., that should do it” he said quietly.

“Umm, Trunks, are you really mmpphh!” Gohan’s protest was silenced as Trunks reached up, grabbed the sides of his face, and pulled Gohan down to deliver a bruising kiss.

“Just do it!” Trunks growled, almost glaring at him. “Please Gohan, I’ve waited too long for this!” he pleaded, his expression softening.

“O.K., here goes.” Gohan whispered as he moved down to position himself at Trunks’ entrance. Both of them cried out as Gohan began to push himself into his lover. Trunks shuddered, then began to writhe beneath him.

“Trunks…” Gohan groaned. “you O.K.?”

“Ahh….uhhh, it burns!” Trunks gasped.

“I’m gonna stop.” Gohan said.

“NO!” Trunks shouted, “Don’t you dare! Keep going.” he panted.

“But Trunks,” Gohan ground out, trembling, “I…..don’t..want to…hurt you!” he cried out as Trunks wrapped his arms and legs around him tightly.

“I’m O.K., keep going. I’ll get used to it.” Trunks whispered. “Please? Don’t stop Gohan.”

Both of them moaned as Gohan slid his full length into Trunks, Gohan nuzzling Trunks’ neck, Trunks fisting his hands in Gohan’s unruly black hair. Gohan was trying to stay still and give Trunks time to adjust to the invasion, and he shook violently with the effort, using every ounce of willpower he had to keep himself from slamming his length into the exquisitely tight heat.

After a few moments, Trunks began to rock his hips gently. “I’m alright Gohan.” He said quietly, “Do it.” he raised his head slightly to kiss and nip Gohan’s shoulder.

“You’re so tight…..it feels so…so good.” Gohan panted, not quite ready to move, for fear it would be over too soon.

“Gohan, please!” Trunks cried, bucking his hips, eager to feel his lover moving inside him.

“I can’t!” Gohan almost sobbed. “You’re so…so hot..I..I’m gonna cum if I move.”

“If you won’t do it then I will!” Trunks snarled, rolling them over until he was straddling Gohan, with his length still buried inside him. He braced his hands on Gohan’s chest, and began slowly raising his hips, until only a couple of inches of Gohan’s shaft remained inside him, and slowly lowered himself, taking his lover’s throbbing arousal all the way back in. He gasped as the pain faded, to be replaced by intense pleasure. Gohan moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as Trunks began to pick up the pace. Trunks began to arch back, and suddenly shouted, body quivering, white spots dancing before his eyes as Gohan’s arousal brushed something inside him, something that felt incredible. He began to ride Gohan frenziedly, keeping his body arched and crying out sharply every time Gohan hit his prostate. Gohan began to buck wildly beneath him, eyes clenched shut, face flushed with passion, shouting hoarsely.

Trunks reached down and began stroking his own shaft as he rode Gohan, crying out his lover’s name, as Gohan reached up to grip his hips tightly, pulling Trunks down forcefully onto his member, shaking violently as he rapidly approached completion.

“Uhhh, Trunks! Oh..uh….I ..I’m gonna..” Gohan panted.

“Yeah…me too..” Trunks groaned.

They screamed out their release in unison, backs arched, heads flung back, bodies shuddering. Trunks’ seed sprayed into the air, dropping back down to hit Gohan’s chest, as Gohan’s was shot deep into Trunks’ body.

Trunks slowly rolled them over so they were laying side by side, arms and legs wrapped around each other, and kissed his lover tenderly. “Thank you.” he said quietly, “That was amazing. I always hoped my first time would be with you.”

“I wanted the same thing,” Gohan whispered. “I just thought when you went back, that I would never get to…” his sentence was cut short as Trunks claimed his lips again.

“I’m here now, and I’ll always be here for you.” Trunks promised, pulling Gohan closer to him.

After a few moments, Gohan said. “Next time you get to be on top.”

“But I just was.” Trunks teased.

“No you know what I mean, I want you inside me.” Gohan said quietly.

Trunks kissed him softly. “Whenever you’re ready.” he whispered.

“O.K.,” Gohan said, his face breaking out into a bright smile, “how does 10 minutes sound?”

Trunks gaped at Gohan, then chuckled. “You might be ready, but I don’t think I will be.”

“Oh yes you will.” Gohan promised, an evil smile spreading across his face, before he seized Trunks’ lips in a searing kiss.

***

[Five minutes later.....]

“Uhhh…Gohan..please..” Trunks moaned, as Gohan trailed fiery kisses down his throat, nipping gently at his collarbone before moving down to trace hot, wet swirls over his lover’s muscular chest with his tongue.

Trunks’ hands fisted in Gohan’s hair as the teen latched onto a hard nipple, alternating between sucking and raking his teeth over it, reaching over to pinch the other gently. The teen slowly slid his hand down his lover’s washboard stomach and gently grasped Trunks’ hardening member, stroking it slowly and firmly, delighting in the noises he wrenched from the older man with his touch.

“What was that you were saying about not being ready?” Gohan smirked, chuckling as Trunks bucked his hips, silently asking for more.

When Trunks was fully hard, trembling beneath him and whimpering with need, Gohan reached for the lubricant. He raised himself up, and sat straddling Trunks’ hips, groaning softly as their erections brushed together.

“Please Gohan….I..I want you. I want to be inside you.” Trunks begged, breathing raggedly.

Gohan grinned wolfishly at him, squeezing some lubricant onto his fingers.

“Just a sec,” he said. “I think maybe….” he moaned softly, his eyes sliding closed as his head fell back.

“Huh? Gohan, what…” Trunks froze as he took in the sight before him.

Gohan was on his knees, poised directly over Trunks’ aching need, one hand sliding up and down his own member, the other hand behind his back. Trunks’ entire body throbbed with lust, as he realized what the teen was doing. Trunks picked up the lubricant and coated three fingers with it, before he reached his own hand between Gohan’s legs, finding Gohan’s hand and feeling the teen’s fingers thrusting in and out of his own entrance.

“Here, let me.” Trunks said softly, as Gohan moved his hand away, allowing Trunks to slide a finger into his tight entrance. Gohan moaned, then began to pant and buck his hips wildly as Trunks slid the second and third fingers inside him, thrusting them in and out several times, stretching his young lover, before probing for the same spot inside Gohan that had driven Trunks himself so crazy earlier. A sharp cry from Gohan let him know he had found what he was seeking. Trunks mercilessly rubbed Gohan’s prostate, grabbing the teen’s other hand and forcing it away from his quivering arousal, smirking as the teen cried out at the loss. He pulled Gohan down on top of him, moaning as the teen’s lips claimed his is a searing kiss.

“Are you ready?” Trunks purred.

“Yes!” Gohan gasped, rocking his hips against Trunks eagerly.

With one fluid motion, Trunks rolled them over, hooking his arms under the back of Gohan’s knees and spreading his legs wide open, staring down at his lover for a moment, enjoying his partner’s vulnerable position. Gohan looked up at Trunks, and groaned softly at the smoldering intensity of Trunks’ gaze.

“Please.” Gohan whispered.

Trunks positioned the tip of his erection at Gohan’s entrance, and slowly pushed it inside of him. Both of them gasped as Trunks’ length was pushed through the tight ring of muscle, a strangled moan coming from Trunks as he tried to go slowly.

Finally, he was fully sheathed inside his lover, Gohan moaning at the sensation of being filled. Trunks leaned down until he was laying on top of his lover.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Trunks purred in his ear, rocking his hips very slightly, teasing the teen.

“Uhhh…Trunks….Please!” Gohan cried.

Trunks tried to stay still for a few more moments, then as Gohan began to buck beneath him, remembered the desire and need that had raged within him when Gohan had been inside of him.

“O.K., you ready Gohan?” Trunks asked, his voice hoarse with passion.

“Yeah.” Gohan growled, bucking his hips again.

Trunks pulled out until just the tip of his erection was inside his lover, and began a series of slow, deep thrusts, aiming for his lover’s prostate with each thrust. Gohan trembled beneath him, moaning his name, crying out when Trunks hit his sweet spot. He gripped his lover’s shoulders tightly, as Trunks felt his control rapidly slipping away.

“Trunks please! Faster!” Gohan cried, seemingly reading his lovers thoughts.

Trunks growled, then began slamming himself into Gohan’s tight heat, the pleasure obscuring all rational thought. Gohan’s eyes rolled back in his head, as he began to thrash wildly beneath his lover. Trunks gripped Gohan’s waist tightly, as he continued to piston in and out of his lover’s body. Gohan fisted one hand in Trunks’ long lavender hair as the other gripped his own shaft tightly, stroking himself in time with Trunks’ thrusts.

Trunks threw back his head and howled as he emptied his seed into his lover’s body, a keening wail coming from Gohan as his seed shot out to cover their chests and stomachs. Trunks collapsed on top of Gohan, and they lay like that for several minutes, chests heaving as they gasped for breath, hearts pounding, shivering slightly as the cool night air caressed their sweat-slicked skin.

Both of them jumped when a few minutes later as they heard Chi-Chi’s voice calling for them.

“Oh man! We better get cleaned up, and quick!” Gohan said, chuckling as Trunks tried to stand, his legs still wobbly.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes mom!” Gohan hollered, Trunks wincing at the sheer volume of the teen’s voice. //And I thought my father and mother were bad!// he thought, then chuckled to himself.

“Well, you can stay out for a little while longer, just be home within the hour, O.K.?” Chi-Chi hollered back.

“Alright, thanks mom!” Gohan bellowed.

“So, how much time do we have?” Trunks asked.

Gohan reached into the duffel bag and pulled out his watch. “About 20 minutes.” he said, disappointed.

“I guess we’d better go get cleaned up then.” Trunks said, then noticed the downcast expression on his lover’s face. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Trunks asked, wrapping his arms around the teen.

“I just want to spend more time with you alone, that’s all.” Gohan said softly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, we’ve got time.”

“Kind of, but between your mom and mine, we don’t get a lot of time, and when our dads come back, we’ll have to train with them, and then we’ll have even less time.” Gohan said quietly.

“Hey, our dads aren’t coming home until the day after tomorrow, relax, even when they do come back, we’ll find a way to sneak off alone.” Trunks reassured him.

“Yeah, that’s right, we will.” Gohan said, wrapping his arms tightly around his lover, before they made their way back to the creek for the second time that day.

***

[Back at the island.....]

Goku and Vegeta finished cleaning the dishes, Vegeta still grumbling about having to wash them between bouts of staring at Goku’s body, clad only in another pair of white boxers, and often catching Goku staring back at his own muscular frame, clad only in a pair of black spandex shorts. Goku dried the last bowl, put it back in the cupboard, then drew up behind Vegeta, wrapping his arms around his lover’s slender waist. His fingers lightly caressed the rock hard abdomen, before sliding down to rub his already hardening manhood through the spandex. Vegeta moaned softly, his head falling to the side as Goku planted gentle kisses across his shoulder, then up the side of his throat before sucking and nibbling on Vegeta’s earlobe.

“Can I be on top again?” Goku whispered.

“No!” Vegeta snapped, squirming to get away from his lover’s teasing hands.

“Awww, why not?” Goku whined, recalling how just before dinner he had bent Vegeta over the counter and taken him forcefully from behind. He shivered as he remembered the sound of Vegeta’s ecstatic screams reverberating through the house.

“Because, Kakarott, you’ve had your turn, remember? And now…” he purred, spinning around to fondle Goku’s own erection through his boxers, “It’s time for you to submit to me. You know, I rather like you that way, on your back, begging me to fuck you senseless.”

“That’s funny,” Goku breathed softly, “I was just about to say the same about you.” he leaned down to claim Vegeta’s lips, their tongues dueling for supremacy.

Goku growled as Vegeta pushed him roughly to the floor, tearing his boxers off, then settling between his thighs. He groaned, eyes sliding shut, lips parted, as Vegeta cupped his erection gently, rocking his hips and rubbing their arousals together, only a thin layer of spandex separating them. Suddenly Goku’s eyes snapped open, his body stiffening.

“We’ve got company Vegeta.” Goku said, trying to get up.

“Yes, your little human friend, Yamcha.” Vegeta replied, firmly pushing Goku back down onto the floor, and continuing to rub against him .

Goku looked up at Vegeta, surprised. “He’s not so little koi, and I know him, he’s probably gonna come knocking on our door, he wouldn’t have come to the island for nothing, now let me go put something on.” he gasped as Vegeta sat astride him, moving his hips back and forth, creating even more friction.

“No, I suppose he wouldn’t, especially after you and I both told all the others that we wanted to be left alone. Doesn’t that make you wonder even more why he’s here?” Vegeta smirked at Goku, still pinning him down. “If you’ll just take a moment to sense his position, you’ll know that he’s approaching the house on foot through the forest, when it would have been much easier and quicker to just fly over the lake. You’ll also notice how much he’s suppressing his power level, such as it is. Doesn’t that tell you something, Kakarott?”

Goku looked up at Vegeta, his face a mixture of wariness, and confusion, “What are you saying, Vegeta?” he asked, “Are you accusing Yamcha of being up to no good? Come on Vegeta, you know him by now, he’s not a bad guy. And, as much as I hate to bring this up, you’re right, even if he wanted to, he doesn’t stand a chance of being able to hurt either of us.”

“I’m not saying he’s here to cause trouble Kakarott, just think about it, why would he try to keep us from sensing his presence?” Vegeta asked quietly, moving up to sit straddling Goku’s waist. Goku sat up, wrapping his arms around Vegeta as the smaller Saiyan shifted to get comfortable on Goku’s lap.

“I don’t know Vegeta, but you’re right again, it is strange for him to do that. Oh, wait! I know, he’s probably just checking to make sure we haven’t killed each other yet!” he chuckled.

“I don’t think so, Kakarott.” Vegeta said, his expression thoughtful.

“Huh? Then why would he be sneaking up on us then?” Goku asked, brow furrowing.

“Isn’t it obvious? The same reason he’s always hanging around your house as often as possible, and coming around to watch me when I’m in the gravity room since shortly after I came back to Chikyuu .” Vegeta said, his expression turning sly. “He’s obviously had the, now what’s the word again, the hots for you for a while, and he’s got the hots for me too.”

“What?! What are you talking about? Sure, O.K., Yamcha hangs around my place every so often, shit! We’ve known each other since I was a little kid!” Goku babbled, trying to brush away Vegeta’s insinuations. //Oh shit, no! It can’t…can’t be true!// Goku thought, remembering the secret attraction he’d had since adolescence toward the former Desert Bandit, at least, the one he’d had up until the day he’d first laid eyes on Vegeta.

“Oh Vegeta, Yamcha hangs around my place because he’s my friend, and he probably watched you because he wanted to see how you trained, pick up a few pointers, not to mention the fact that he was checking out the competition once he realized Bulma was attracted to you.” Goku said, still trying to convince himself, and Vegeta, that Yamcha’s actions were totally innocent.

“Oh, yes! Sure!” Vegeta snorted, “That’s why when both of us were staying at Capsule Corp. he would stand outside the gravity room for hours on end, seemingly unaware of the passage of time, staring at me with a distinctly hungry expression on his face, and when I would come out, he would scamper away like a scared puppy, and sometime later that day, I would catch him jacking off.”

“Vegeta!” Goku gaped at him, “So what! I’m married, and I still jack off ….sometimes…” Goku said, blushing. //And it was usually to images of you in my mind’s eye, with your name falling from my lips as I came// He thought, smiling as he thought about how lucky he was to finally have his fantasy come true.

“Oh really? Well then, explain to me why when I would catch him, more often than not he was MOANING MY NAME AS HE DID IT!” Vegeta crowed, his expression triumphant.

“No way! He….your name?” Goku gaped at him, astonished. //Man, talk about your weird coincidences, Yamcha having an attraction towards Vegeta too, could it really be true?// he thought. “But wait, what about Bulma? Not to mention all the other women he’s gone out with.” Goku said, his brow furrowing.

“Kakarott, when Bulma and I first slept together, she was untouched.” Vegeta said quietly.

“WHAT?!” Goku facevaulted. “But..V..Vegeta, that…c..can’t be! They lived together for…oh man! How long was it?”

“Long enough that he should have found his way into her bed.” Vegeta said. “Anyway, I once heard Bulma gossiping with one of her friends about him, and heard something that seemed rather strange at the time, only beginning to grasp what it meant later on, after he had moved out of Bulma’s parents place. It seems that he spends a certain amount of time with a woman, and when she starts pressing for physical intimacy, he leaves, and finds someone new.”

“Huh?” Goku gaped at Vegeta, images flashing through his mind of all the women Yamcha had dated. “But Vegeta, why would he make such a fuss about women, even to the point that it seemed like one wasn’t enough for him and then not touch any of them? He went out with some pretty gorgeous girls. I have a hard time believing that he never slept with even one of them.”

“Me thinks he does protest too much.” Vegeta smirked.

“Huh? Wha..” Goku gaped at him, a confused expression on his face.

“Never mind Kakarott, I’ll explain it to you some other time.” Vegeta sighed, smiling as he patted his lover on the top of the head condescendingly. Goku scowled up at him.

“Don’t patronize me Vegeta, what did you mean by that?” Goku demanded.

Vegeta sighed again, smirking at him. “I was merely speculating that perhaps all these women are simply your friends attempts to refute, or at least cover up, his true sexual orientation.”

Goku was staring at Vegeta as if his hair had suddenly turned pink.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Kakarott! He goes out with all these women to seem macho, because he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s gay!” Vegeta hissed, exasperated, but still trying to keep his voice down because he sensed the human in question at the edge of the forest, not far from the house.

“I know very well what you meant Vegeta,” Goku growled, tightening his arms around his lover. Vegeta grunted as he was pulled tightly against Goku’s body, with Goku staring up intently at him.

“Well then, stop acting deliberately obtuse.” Vegeta said as he wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and kissed the tip of his nose.

“But it’s fun.” Goku mock whined, grinning. As he saw the expression of frustrated annoyance on his lover’s face, he turned serious. “Sorry, force of habit. I won’t do it when we’re alone anymore, alright?” Goku whispered, capturing Vegeta’s lips in a tender kiss. The kiss quickly deepened, the two Saiyans moaning softly as Vegeta rocked his hips, grinding their erections together.

“Kakarott,” Vegeta purred, breaking the kiss, “what are we going to do about Yamcha?”

“Oh yeah.” Goku said, “I almost forgot.” Vegeta snickered.

“Hmm, what did you have in mind, koi?” Goku chuckled, noting the evil gleam in his lover’s eyes.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Vegeta began, a sly smile on his lips. “Maybe we should invite him in to join us.”

“V..Vegeta!” Goku stammered, his eyes widening as his face paled. “You…you really…you want to?”

“Well, I think you could meet any and all of my needs, and I’m confident I could do the same for you, but…” Vegeta smirked at him, “I know you want to. How long have you had the hots for him, Kakarott?” he chuckled as streaks of pink spread across Goku’s cheeks.

“Umm..uhhh..” Goku’s face flushed a deep red, and he refused to meet Vegeta’s eyes.

Vegeta cupped Goku’s chin, tipping his head up to make Goku meet his eyes.

“Kakarott,” he prompted. “Tell me.”

“I liked Yamcha from when I was about 15, until shortly before I met you.” Goku blurted out, looking up into Vegeta’s eyes, a shy smile on his face. “Then I…I..liked you.”

“Hmm, I thought so.” Vegeta said softly a small smile playing on his lips.

“So, what are we going to do?” Goku asked, a hentai grin appearing on his face as he saw the evil gleam in his lover’s eyes.

“Well,” Vegeta began, “you said you wanted to take a shower after dinner did you not?” he asked as he stood, then helped Goku to his feet.

“Yeah, but…” Goku’s question was cut off as Vegeta laid a finger across his lips.

“Then take it. I’ll go get Yamcha.” Vegeta smirked.

“Oh, well, O.K., I guess….” Goku slowly walked toward the bathroom, looking back at Vegeta uncertainly.

“Don’t worry Kakarott, I’m not going to hurt him, much.” Vegeta chuckled. “Just follow my lead, alright? Now go!” he made shooing motions with his hands, causing Goku to throw his head back and laugh.

“Alright Vegeta, I’ll play along. You know, I never would have pegged you as having the hots for him too.” Goku grinned as Vegeta glared at him, then came towards him still shooing him away. He laughed again as he turned and ran to the bathroom, Vegeta taking a swipe at his bottom as he left the kitchen.

Goku chuckled as he ran the water, and stepped into the shower, //I wonder what he’s got in mind for poor Yamcha. I know Vegeta well enough to know fear is a major turn on for him, whether it’s his fear or his partner’s, and sometimes he likes a little bit of pain too. Man, I hope he doesn’t hurt him too much.//

Vegeta stood in the center of the kitchen, a finger pressed to his lips to quell the evil laughter threatening to bubble up from his chest, a nasty smile on his lips. His eyes flashed as he felt Yamcha reach the side of the Capsule house, and he could feel the other man’s curiosity. //Does the phrase, curiosity killed the cat mean anything to you, ningen?// Vegeta thought, chuckling quietly, before he lowered his power level as much as he could, and slipped out the front door, leaving it open slightly as he began to creep around the opposite side of the house, stalking his prey.

Yamcha stood peering into the bedroom window, wondering how the two Saiyans had been getting along for the past two days. //Well, they must have resolved at least some of their differences and learned to tolerate each other, I can still sense both of their power levels.// Yamcha laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how worried Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu and even Piccolo (although the stoic Namek would never admit to it) had been about the idea of leaving the two of them alone together for this length of time.

He also laughed at the brief twinge of jealousy he had felt, because of the secret attraction he had for both of them. //Man, what is it with me and Saiyans? It would be shocking enough for everyone else if they found out I was really turned on by guys, and I think my life would end very quickly and violently if Goku and Vegeta found out that I wanted to sleep with them.// Yamcha shivered as he thought about some of the fantasies he’d had about getting the two of them in bed together, preferably at the same time.

“Yeah right Yamcha, good one.” he snorted. “Talk about your impossible dream, Goku and Vegeta are both straight, and even if they did swing that way, why would they want me when they’re probably better suited to each other, both of them being the same species and all.” he whispered, a downcast expression on his face, completely unaware of the Saiyan ears picking up on his musings.

//Wait…Vegeta’s power level just went waaay down, what’s goin’ on?// Yamcha thought, his brow furrowing.

He turned to go around the house to the last place he had sensed the surly prince, and started violently, letting out a loud yelp of surprise as said prince snapped his arms around the human’s waist, grabbing him in a crushing grip that made it extremely difficult to breathe.

“Boo.” Vegeta said softly. “Soo, it looks like I’ve caught myself a peeping Tom, or a peeping ningen as the case may be. I thought Kakarott and I both told everyone to leave us alone.” Yamcha shivered at the sound of Vegeta’s voice, silky, yet menacing at the same time.

Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as he felt Yamcha tremble, and he merely held him for a few moments, waiting to see what the human would do or say.

Yamcha cursed his traitorous body, feeling his cock hardening as his eyes roamed over Vegeta’s ruggedly handsome features, and he tried desperately to arch his hips away from the smaller man, before Vegeta felt his arousal.

Vegeta smirked, already having felt the evidence of Yamcha’s desire, and spun both of them around, slamming Yamcha roughly into the wall, several cracks appearing on the white surface behind the now very frightened human’s shoulders.

Yamcha managed a ragged gasp as Vegeta pressed himself against his body, and it was then that Yamcha realized just how little Vegeta was wearing. His body throbbed with lust as he felt the Saiyan’s stomach pressed against his pelvis, and his eyes widened as he realized that even with the loose fitting material of his gi, there was no possible way Vegeta would not notice Yamcha’s erection pushing against his abdomen.

//Oh shit!// Yamcha thought, squeezing his eyes shut as a whimper of fear escaped him, //This is the end, I am soooo dead! There’s no way Vegeta could miss that!//

“Hmmm, now what am I going to do with you, Yamcha? I’m going to have to punish you for disobeying me, you do realize that, right?” Vegeta purred in that erotic, evil voice that sent shivers up and down Yamcha’s spine.

//Oh God Vegeta!// Yamcha thought wildly, //punish me, fine! Just keep talkin to me with that voice!// he gave himself a mental slap, trying to remind himself that he was probably about to die here. Vegeta smirked as he heard the human’s thoughts.

Vegeta suddenly yanked Yamcha away from the wall, grabbing the human’s right arm and twisting it until Yamcha’s hand was almost between his shoulder blades, as Vegeta fisted his other hand in Yamcha’s shoulder length dark hair.

Yamcha grunted in pain as Vegeta spun him around and began pushing him toward the front of the house.

“Well,” Vegeta growled, “I suppose since you are Kakarott’s friend, he should have some say in your fate, so let’s go ask him what I should do with you.” he said as he kicked open the front door and let it slam behind them.

Yamcha nearly fainted with relief. //Oh yes! Right on! Goku won’t let Vegeta hurt me, he’s my buddy!” he smiled faintly through the pain.

“KAKAROTT!” Vegeta shouted, marching Yamcha into the bathroom, and forcing him to his knees in front of the shower curtain.

“Hmm? What’s up Vegeta?” Goku asked, as he pulled aside the shower curtain, then looked down at Yamcha, an angry frown appearing on his face as he took in the scene before him. “What’s going on here, Vegeta?” there was a warning tone in his voice.

“I caught him trying to spy on us, he was outside trying to peek in the bedroom window.” Vegeta growled, pulling none too gently on the still nervous human’s hair. “I think he should be punished for his insolence, after all, did we not tell him and everyone else to leave us alone?”

Goku studied Vegeta carefully for a moment, considering. //He’s really getting off on this.// He thought as he recognized the glimmer of desire in his lover’s obsidian eyes, and smirked as he saw the rather large bulge in the front of his spandex shorts. //I’ll play along, if you promise not to cause him any serious pain Vegeta.// Goku transmitted telepathically.

Vegeta smirked back, //I won’t hurt him too much, Kakarott.// came the reply.

“Well Vegeta, I think maybe you’re right, he should be punished.” Goku said, looking down at Yamcha with only mild interest. “Do whatever you see fit, just make sure to save some for me.” he scowled angrily at Yamcha.

“Goku!” Yamcha cried, his eyes wide, face pale as his heart skipped a beat at his longtime friend’s cold words.

“Come on, ningen, I’ve got something I’ve been waiting a long time to do to you.” Vegeta purred.

“GOKUUUU!!!” Yamcha screamed, terrified, as he was slung over Vegeta’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried out of the bathroom.

Vegeta strode into the bedroom, a wide grin on his face as he felt the human’s terror. It made him want Yamcha even more.

“W…Wait Vegeta….Please!! Don’t kill me!! I…..Oh shit! I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt me!” Yamcha babbled, almost in tears as images of all the horrible, painful ways the pair of Saiyans could kill him flashed through his mind.

Yamcha raised his head as Vegeta stopped abruptly.

“Anything?” Vegeta said in that voice that drove Yamcha crazy.

“Yeah….yeah sure! Anything you say Vegeta!” Yamcha said quickly, nodding his head frantically.

He let out a startled cry as he was quickly dropped to the floor, landing on his butt. He looked up at Vegeta, and trembled at the strange, intense expression on the prince’s face.

“Very well then, on your knees.” Vegeta commanded.

Yamcha’s body jerked as a mental picture jumped into his mind, and he gave his head a firm shake, trying to get it out. //There’s no way he would ask me for that!// he thought to himself. He changed his mind immediately as he saw the large bulge in Vegeta’s shorts. //Oh NO WAY!!!// he thought, //He…..Oh my God…he really…//

“Do I have to repeat myself ningen?” Vegeta asked, a dangerous edge creeping into his voice.

“N..no..Vegeta.” Yamcha said quietly, kneeling in front of the Saiyan submissively.

“Hmmm, now this I like, someone smart enough to submit to me without question.” He purred as he looked down at Yamcha, smirking as he watched the effect his words and his voice were having on the man. “Do you like it when I talk to you like this?” He asked seductively, placing a finger under Yamcha’s chin, and forcing the human to look him in the eyes.

“Uh….uh huh.” Yamcha stammered, face flushing, trembling with desire.

“You like me telling you what to do?” Vegeta asked silkily, stroking the side of Yamcha’s face gently.

Yamcha nodded, looking away shyly.

“Don’t you dare turn away from me.” Came the satiny voice, as Vegeta grabbed Yamcha’s chin and forced him to meet his eyes once more. “Now, there’s something in front of your mouth that needs to be taken care of, ne?” Vegeta asked, cupping the back of Yamcha’s head and pulling him forward until his face was pressed against Vegeta’s pelvis.

Yamcha rubbed his cheek against the hard length inside Vegeta’s shorts, and quickly turned his head to press his lips against it through the spandex, opening his mouth to blow warm air on the throbbing length.

Vegeta moaned, his head falling back as he fisted his hands in Yamcha’s hair, rocking his hips against Yamcha’s face slowly.

“Yamcha…” Vegeta moaned softly, feeling the human shiver violently in response to his voice, “suck my cock.” he whispered.

Yamcha needed no further prompting. He quickly pulled down Vegeta’s shorts, wrapping his lips around Vegeta’s erection hungrily as soon as it was freed, sucking vigorously, taking the silken length down his throat as far as he could.

Vegeta bit back a cry, his knees shaking, as Yamcha worked his arousal mercilessly with his lips and tongue. “Uhh…..ohhh…yess.” Vegeta groaned, his legs trembling, threatening to give out.

Both men jumped as a pair of large hands suddenly slid around Vegeta’s chest, pinching his nipples gently.

“Mmm, looks like you two are having fun.” Goku purred, leaning down to nip Vegeta’s shoulder lightly. Vegeta moaned and leaned back against Goku for support as his legs finally buckled from the pleasure given to him by Yamcha’s eager ministrations.

“I think we should get horizontal.” Goku murmured into Vegeta’s ear, gently pulling Yamcha’s head away from Vegeta, both of them crying out in protest, as Goku swept Vegeta up in his arms, and placed him on the bed. He reached back and grabbed Yamcha by the hand, pulling him up off his knees, and gently pushing him down onto the bed.

“Please, continue.” Goku said quietly, gesturing toward Vegeta’s straining arousal.

Yamcha quickly positioned himself between Vegeta’s legs, placing one of the Saiyan’s legs over each of his broad shoulders, and plunged Vegeta’s length into his mouth once more.

Goku moaned softly as his body quivered in response to Vegeta’s hoarse cry of pleasure, his hand drifting down to wrap around his own pulsing need.

“Yamcha…” Vegeta rasped. “Give Kakarott some help.”

Yamcha glanced up, and immediately responded to Goku’s predicament, slapping Goku’s hand away roughly, and wrapping his own hand around Goku’s cock, stroking him in time with the movement of his mouth on Vegeta’s manhood. Goku growled low in his throat, then reached down to tangle the fingers of one hand in Yamcha’s hair, as he leaned over and claimed Vegeta’s lips in a bruising kiss.

Goku and Vegeta both began to buck their hips, panting and growling as Yamcha brought them closer and closer to release.

“ENOUGH!” Vegeta bellowed, making Goku and Yamcha jump with surprise.

Vegeta pushed Yamcha off him, and scrambled up on to his knees. “Lay down.” He growled, pushing Yamcha down onto his back, spreading his legs, and settling himself on top of him.

“Where’s that oil Kakarott?” Vegeta panted, before grabbing Goku by the hair and ravishing his mouth almost viciously. Goku moaned softly, enjoying his lover’s aggressiveness. He released Goku after a few moments, the younger Saiyan breathing raggedly, eyes glazed over with passion. “Go find it, I think it’s still in the kitchen.”

Goku almost fell off the bed, and made his way to the kitchen, holding the walls as he went.

“Now as for you,” Vegeta purred, raising himself up until he and Yamcha were eye to eye, “you’re just going to keep being nice and submissive, got it?” he said as he ran his tongue over Yamcha’s bottom lip, before seizing his lips in a possessive kiss. Yamcha groaned against the Saiyan’s mouth, undulating sensuously beneath him, his back arching off the bed as he silently begged Vegeta to touch him.

Goku came back in a moment later, oil in hand, and knelt on the bed behind Vegeta, handing the oil to him and nuzzling his neck gently.

Suddenly, Vegeta whirled around and seized the unsuspecting Saiyan by the throat, and slamming him down on the bed beside Yamcha.

“You just lie there and watch Kakarott, I’ll get to you soon enough. In the meantime, you can play with him a little.” Vegeta paused, tilting his head toward Yamcha, as he poured some oil into his palm, closing his eyes and moaning softly as he slowly rubbed it onto his straining erection.

“You sure you don’t need some help with that?” Goku breathed, reaching for him.

“NO Kakarott.” Vegeta said sharply, opening his eyes to glare at Goku. “But he does…” he said, his expression and his voice softening as he took Goku’s hand and placed it on Yamcha’s stomach. //Why don’t we work together Kakarott?// Vegeta transmitted to Goku. Goku looked up at him, an evil smile settling on his face, before he nodded eagerly.

Goku leaned over and seized Yamcha’s lips in a fiery kiss, his fingers grazing lightly over the human’s smooth skin. He smiled against the warm, pliant lips as he felt the older man’s muscles jump and ripple beneath his touch, and he slipped his hand down, brushing it against Yamcha’s quivering length.

//Distract him Kakarott.// Vegeta’s mind touched his again, briefly.

“Mmm….” Goku moaned softly, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Yamcha’s throat, wrenching a low groan from him. “You know, that looks good enough to eat.” Goku whispered, moving himself down the bed until his face was level with Yamcha’s arousal. Goku flicked out his tongue, licking off the drop of pre-cum that glistened on the tip of his penis, and then swirled his tongue around the head, smiling as the man growled and his hands shot up to cup Goku’s head, pulling down gently hinting at what he wanted.

Vegeta watched his lovers, his eyes narrowed, panting softly as he waited for Goku to stop his teasing. He held a well oiled finger poised at the human’s entrance, growling as he began to get frustrated with Goku for taking so long.

Goku hid a smile as he sensed both Yamcha and Vegeta’s frustration. He opened his mouth and began sliding his lips up and down Yamcha’s length slowly, sucking hard.

Yamcha bucked his hips, gasping, as Vegeta chose that moment to push one finger into him, stretching him gently.

//You’re not doing your job Kakarott.// Vegeta admonished, //I might have to punish you later.//

//You can try,// Goku shot back mentally, chuckling around Yamcha’s erection, making the man groan at the vibration.

Vegeta snickered, grinning evilly down at Goku, before his expression sobered and he gently inserted a second finger into Yamcha, who was beginning to squirm beneath them.

“Uhhh….” Yamcha moaned, rocking his hips, fists clenched and almost tearing the sheets. “Please….G…Goku…Vegeta…Oh..tha..that feels…” he tossed his head from side to side, “More..more!” he cried, shuddering violently.

Vegeta smirked, and inserted a third finger, marveling at the human’s pliant, yet responsive nature. //I could get used to this.// he thought, //Kakarott, with his own dominant nature in bed, and this one who enjoys being submissive, I think we make a good combination.// he bent his fingers, seeking Yamcha’s prostate, and had to stifle a laugh when he did find it, as Yamcha’s hips shot up, driving his length down Goku’s throat, and very nearly choking the younger Saiyan.

Yamcha writhed wildy beneath the two Saiyans as Goku continued to suck on his erection, and Vegeta positioned his own length at Yamcha’s entrance, holding the thrashing human’s hips still as he slowly pushed himself inside.

Vegeta let out a long, low moan as Yamcha’s muscles gripped him tightly. As Vegeta pushed himself all the way inside his lover’s body, his eyes slid shut, and his head fell back, lips parted. He began to pant as he fought to stay still inside the human, tremors wracking his muscular frame.

Yamcha stopped writhing as Vegeta entered him, his eyes wide, mouth working, but no sound coming out. Pleasure coursed through him as Vegeta stretched and filled him, and Goku continued to caress his member with his lips and tongue.

After a few moments, he rocked his hips, reaching down to lace his fingers through Vegeta’s as his other hand continued to urge Goku up and down his length. “Please….Vegeta…I…I want more.” Yamcha begged quietly.

Something snapped inside Goku at the soft plea, and with a snarl he wrenched himself away from Yamcha, grabbing the massage oil and kneeling behind Vegeta. “Kakarott!” Vegeta said, startled at his lover’s quick movement, “What are you..uhh..” he moaned softly as Goku began planting gentle kisses up and down the side of his neck.

“I can’t take this anymore.” Goku growled, smearing oil on his much neglected arousal, and plunging two fingers into Vegeta.

The Saiyan prince’s head fell back, a ragged gasp escaping him as he felt Goku’s arousal pushing against him. He pulled out of Yamcha slightly to press himself against his koi’s need.

“This way we both get to be on top.” Goku purred, gripping Vegeta’s hips and burying himself inside the smaller Saiyan. Vegeta cried out, trembling, as Goku began to move inside him. His fingers tightened painfully on Yamcha’s hips, the man whimpering slightly.

Goku looked down at him, smirking. “Don’t worry Yamcha, we didn’t forget about you.” he said, as he pulled Vegeta’s hips back, burying himself inside him again, and then pushed Vegeta forward roughly, driving his cock into Yamcha’s tight heat.

Vegeta growled low in his throat as he caught on to Goku’s idea, and began to move himself back and forth, alternately burying himself inside Yamcha, and impaling himself on Goku’s length.

Animalistic cries filled the air as the three men thrashed against each other, sweat rolling off chiseled bodies as their movements steadily became more frantic as they neared completion.

Streaks of color began to appear before Vegeta’s eyes as he was stroked inside and out, and his hands wrapped around Yamcha’s rock hard arousal, gripping him tightly and stroking in time with his thrusts. An ecstatic chain reaction was the result.

Yamcha shouted hoarsely as his seed sprayed into the air, his muscles clamping down tightly on Vegeta. Vegeta thrust into Yamcha one last time, crying out as he spilled his seed deep inside the human. Goku screamed out his own pleasure as he plunged deeply into Vegeta, the smaller Saiyan’s muscles clamping down on his length as well.

The three of them collapsed on the bed, side by side, Vegeta trapped between the two larger men.

“Wow…that..Oh God!” Yamcha panted.

“Oh no..” Vegeta groaned. “Not again, another one with the gift of understating things.” Yamcha looked at Vegeta, then at Goku, obviously confused. Goku just laughed.

After a few moments of silence, Vegeta snuggled tightly against Yamcha, wrapping his arms tightly around the human’s waist, and looked over his shoulder at Goku.

Goku curled up tightly against Vegeta’s back, wrapping his arms around Yamcha and Vegeta, as he threw a leg over Yamcha’s hip. Yamcha sighed happily, his eyes slipping closed as he began to doze off.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” Vegeta muttered, “Remember how much younger Kakarott is than you and I, I’d say he’ll be ready to go again in about 10 minutes.”

Yamcha gaped at Goku, who merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Oh man.” Yamcha said softly.

“You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into, do you?” Vegeta chuckled.

“What do you mean Vegeta?” Goku pouted playfully, one hand sliding down to caress Vegeta’s stirring arousal as he pressed his own semi-hard length against Vegeta’s back. “Your sex drive is every bit as high as mine. I hope your feeling energetic Yamcha, cause it’s gonna be a long night.”

Yamcha yelped as he was pounced on by the two very horny Saiyans.

***

[Back at the Son residence....]

“You ready?” Bulma whispered as she grabbed her lover’s hand, and the two women crept quietly toward the door.

“I’m always ready.” Chi-Chi smirked as they silently shut the door and made their way across the front lawn, heading for the trail that would lead them up the hill to the forest, and to the clearing where they had scheduled a rendevous with a certain tall, muscular Namek. They entered the clearing, and spotted said Namek standing under a tall tree, smirking at them in the moonlight.

“So,” he said quietly. “What’s on the agenda for tonight?”

He quirked an eyebrow (ridge) as the two women chuckled evilly.

“Toys.” Chi-Chi said simply as Bulma pulled a blanket out from the basket that hung on Chi-Chi’s arm and spread it out on the ground.

“Toys?” Piccolo repeated, confused. The women sat down on the blanket, patting a spot between them invitingly. He walked over to them, shrugging off his cape and hat as he went, and sat down.

“Oh yes. Lots and lots of toys.” Chi-Chi purred, grinning wickedly as she pulled out a vibrator, a dildo, her trusty feather, a jar of honey, and several more items. Piccolo’s eyes widened.

“What are you going to do with all that?” Piccolo asked nervously.

“Anything and everything imaginable.” Bulma whispered huskily as she gently grasped on of Piccolo’s antennae in her hand and pushed him down on his back.

Trunks snapped awake as he heard stealthy footsteps outside his door. He sat up, and smiled as Gohan gently opened the door. “Hey Gohan, what’s up?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.” Gohan said, worry obvious on his youthful features. “I can sense Piccolo out there somewhere, and I thought I heard a scream coming from his location.” He stood there wringing his hands nervously.

“Don’t worry. Let’s just go check it out.” Trunks whispered, getting up and throwing on a pair of cutoff jean shorts, and a white tank top, not even realizing that he was dressing himself almost identically to his lover. They looked each other up and down, and chuckled quietly as each took in the other’s attire.

“Alright, let’s get going.” Trunks whispered.

They made their way quietly out the front door, and Trunks reached out and grabbed Gohan’s arm as the demi-Saiyan made to fly into the air.

“What are you doing Gohan?” Trunks hissed, looking at his lover in surprise. “If something’s out there, the best plan is to sneak up on it, until we see what’s going on.”

“You’re right, sorry.” Gohan looked away, ashamed at his own lack of common sense.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” Trunks whispered, hugging Gohan to him and planting a quick kiss on his forehead. “Now let’s get over there.” he said as they took off running up the trail.

Piccolo writhed wildy as Chi-Chi slid the vibrator over the sensitive ridges of flesh between the Namek’s thighs, moaning as Bulma thrust into her from behind with the dildo. Piccolo cried out hoarsely as Chi-Chi pushed him over the brink once again.

“Hmm, that’s twice now, let’s see if you can do it again.” Bulma purred as she leaned over to nip at Chi-Chi’s shoulder.

Gohan and Trunks stood at the edge of the clearing, staring at the scene being played out before them.

“Oh my god.” Gohan breathed. Trunks grabbed his lover by the hand and ran down the hill to the house. They both collapsed in the front yard, laying on their backs staring up at the sky.

“What….Trunks?” Gohan whimpered.

“I don’t know and quite frankly Gohan, I don’t want to know. My Mom, your Mom, and Piccolo? That was just bizar.” Trunks muttered. “But I do know I want to go and see Dad.”

“You’re gonna tell on your Mom?” Gohan asked incredulously. “And not just your Mom, but my Mom, cause my Dad’s there too, oh Trunks….Are you sure this is a good idea?” Gohan asked uncertainly.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Dad’s gonna wanna know about this, you know how he is, he gets to keep his secrets, but nobody else does.” Trunks said, getting up and walking away from the house. “Come on, we’ve got to get further away so Piccolo doesn’t sense us when we take off.” Gohan immediately got up and followed.

***

[Back at the island............]

“Uhh….” Yamcha moaned as he was pinned to the bed by the two Saiyans, the three of them still dripping wet from their shower. “Ohh…..yes…uh….OW!” he cried as Vegeta nipped the tender skin of his throat, not hard enough to draw blood, but there would be a bruise. Yamcha whimpered softly at the stinging pain, “What was that for?” he asked, trying to lift his head.

Vegeta chuckled as he put his hand on the human’s forehead, forcing him to keep his head back. “Oh, that’s just a little something to help you remember who you belong to until I can get my hands on you again next weekend.” he purred, grinning as Yamcha gasped in shock.

“Hey….wait a minute Vegeta.” Goku growled. “He’s not just yours you know.” he leaned his head down and left his own mark on the other side of Yamcha’s neck. “I think I’ll be joining both of you.” he smirked.

“Oh my god……What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Yamcha moaned. Goku and Vegeta locked eyes briefly over Yamcha’s prone form and smirked.

“Do you really want to know?” Goku’s voice was like silk, soft and menacing at the same time. It made Yamcha tremble just as Vegeta’s voice had earlier.

Vegeta snickered at the human’s reaction, //How can a person be so sensitive to sound?// he mused, as he lowered his head to trail kisses down Yamcha’s exposed throat.

Yamcha gasped and shivered as his lovers once again began to explore his body with their lips, and his eyes widened as two hands teased his nipples, while two more hands reached down to caress his balls and stroke his now rigid member. He arched his back and groaned as two mouths descended on his quivering erection, licking, sucking and nibbling up and down his length. He whimpered as one mouth left his cock, only to move further down to lick and suck on his balls. Yamcha began to pant, hips bucking, as a finger was pushed into him, sliding in and out slowly. A second finger was quickly added, and Yamcha cried out hoarsely, bright spots flashing before his eyes as those fingers hit his prostate.

//Hmm, now how did that go again?// Goku thought to himself.

//What’s wrong Kakarott?// Vegeta rudely barged into his thoughts. Goku eyed Vegeta, pulling his lips away from Yamcha’s arousal just long enough to smirk at the other Saiyan.

//I remember seeing a position in one of Master Roshi’s magazines that I think would be fun.// he transmitted to the smaller Saiyan, who appeared to be thoroughly enjoying himself trying to make Yamcha lose his mind from pleasure as he continued to rub the human’s prostate mercilessly.

//The one with the three girls laying in a triangle?// he moved his head up to rejoin Goku in teasing Yamcha’s erection. Both of them chuckled as Yamcha clawed at the sheets, shredding them.

//Hentai!// Goku teased.

//Not me! That old pervert was waving that magazine in my son’s face for the better part of an hour! I couldn’t help but see it.// Vegeta shot back.

//Yeah, that sounds about right.// Goku sighed mentally. //I remember when he slipped all those old hentai magazines of his into Gohan’s study material, he was only eleven! If Chi-Chi would have found those, I don’t know who she would have gone after with her guns first!// Both of them chuckled out loud at that, making Yamcha jerk as the warm air and vibrations hit his sensitive flesh.

//Well, how are we going to do this, the bed isn’t big enough for it.// Vegeta transmitted.

//No, you’re right. Hmm.// Goku sat up suddenly, wrenching a groan of disappointment from Yamcha as both Saiyans stood up.

“Hey I know! Let’s grab the mattresses and throw them on the floor together!” Goku grinned.

“Why can’t we just push….” Vegeta started, then blushed as he remembered the way the two of them had destroyed the other bed frame. “Oh yes, that’s right.” he said quietly, flushing even more when Goku chuckled.

Goku quickly grabbed the mattress off the other bed, tossed it to the floor and then turned around and smirked as Yamcha stood up and grabbed the mattress he had been laying on.

Yamcha dropped the mattress on the floor beside the other one, pushing it with his foot until both mattresses were side by side. “There.” he murmured. “Now where were we?” He wrapped an arm around Vegeta, and reached out to take Goku’s hand as well. Both Saiyans gave him identical, sexy smirks, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled sharply, and allowed himself to drop to the mattresses, pulling his two surprised lovers down on top of him.

“Hmm, aggressively submissive?” Goku asked, giving Vegeta his best wide-eyed innocent look.

“No, I believe the term is aggressive uke, Kakarott.” Vegeta chuckled. “But whatever you wish to call it, it’s damn sexy.” He leaned down to rake his teeth gently up the side of Yamcha’s throat, eliciting a soft moan. Goku grinned in response, nuzzling Vegeta’s hair, before raising himself to his knees.

Yamcha looked up quizzically at the two of them.

“Turn on your side, Yamcha.” Goku instructed, coaxing the human into position and laying down as well. Yamcha’s eyes widened slightly as Goku’s erection brushed his lips, and he opened his mouth and took it in, sucking eagerly. Goku groaned, his eyes closing briefly, before he motioned for Vegeta to lay down as well.

Vegeta remained on his knees for a few moments, watching as Yamcha worked Goku’s arousal, eliciting a low moan from the large Saiyan. Goku stared up at Vegeta with passion glazed eyes, breathing heavily as he reached a hand up to grab hold of the smaller Saiyan’s arm. He jerked harshly on Vegeta’s arm and dragged Vegeta down to lay in front of him, Vegeta’s face within inches of Yamcha’s rigid member.

Vegeta’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden movement, and Goku grinned before grasping Vegeta’s hips firmly and pulling the Saiyan prince’s hips forward. Vegeta choked back a shout as Goku all but swallowed his rock hard length, and he grabbed hold of Yamcha’s hips, pulling gently until the human’s straining erection was brushing his cheek. Vegeta gasped in surprise as he felt Goku’s finger slide into his entrance, probing him gently.

Yamcha jerked, then shuddered violently as Vegeta’s lips sank to the base of his cock. He moaned around Goku’s length as Vegeta gently massaged his balls with one hand, and reached up with the other to slowly push a finger into him.

The three warriors writhed and arched against each other, muffled moans and growls filling the air.

Goku’s eyes snapped open, his body stiffening in alarm as his sensed picked up two high, very familiar power levels approaching the island. //Oh FUCK! Not now!// he thought frantically. //I’ve got to do something!// Goku thought, shielding his thoughts from his lovers.

Gohan and Trunks flew toward the island, Trunks beginning to get frustrated at the way Gohan kept trying to slow them down, “Gohan! Come on! I know you’re not looking forward to this, but let’s just get it over with, O.K.? They have a right to know.”

“I know Trunks, but I still feel funny about this. I don’t want to tell him, I don’t think I can do it.” Gohan said, distress clear on his face.

“I don’t want to do this either, but I think we have to tell them what’s been going on behind their backs.” Trunks said quietly, stopping and hovering directly in front of Gohan, leaning close to his young lover until their foreheads were touching.

“Kay, let’s get this over with.” Gohan sighed.

//GOHAN!!// Gohan clapped his hands to his temples, screaming in pain as his father’s voice ripped through his head. Trunks gasped as his lover screamed, and began to plummet to the ground. He swooped down and gripped his lover tightly around the waist, slowly lowering both of them to the ground.

“Gohan? Gohan! What’s wrong?!” Trunks gripped the young man’s shoulders tightly, his heart pounding with fear.

“I…..Dad?….Aaahhh!!” Gohan shrieked as the voice tore through his mind again.

//Gohan, I want you and Trunks to turn around and go home, RIGHT NOW!!//

“But Dad, Trunks and I have to tell you and Vegeta something, please Dad, it’s important!” Gohan groaned, his head feeling like someone had clamped it in a vise.

//I know everything Gohan, I know about your mother, Trunks’ mother and Piccolo, and I also know about you and Trunks.// Gohan gasped, his face turning extremely pale.

“Gohan! What’s wrong?” Trunks shook him gently.

“It’s Dad….he wants…he wants us to go home. He says he knows what our Moms have been up to….and…” Gohan swallowed audibly, “He knows what we’ve been doing.” he said quietly.

Trunks gasped, his face going deathly pale. “Does…..does my…father know?” he asked, horrified.

“I don’t know, but Dad says to go home right now.” Gohan whispered.

“Let’s go!” Trunks rasped, grabbing Gohan’s hand. The two very worried demi-Saiyans took to the sky.

Goku smirked or rather, he would have smirked, had his lips not been busy sliding up and down Vegeta’s length. His body throbbing in response to the muffled cries of pleasure coming from his lovers, and he began to shiver as he felt his climax approaching. Goku gave a muffled cry as Yamcha’s fingers brushed his prostate, spots dancing before his eyes. A long, low moan escaped him, and vibration of his voice along Vegeta’s length pushed the smaller Saiyan over the edge. With a muffled shout, Vegeta’s body stiffened, his hips jerking once, twice before he filled Goku’s mouth with his essence. Goku shivered as Yamcha cried out, the human spilling his own essence into Vegeta’s mouth.

Vegeta pulled away from Goku, raising himself to his knees. His eyes narrowed as he watched Yamcha continuing to suck on Goku’s member, before he issued a fierce growl.

Goku’s eyes widened is surprise, and issued a soft sound of protest as Vegeta pulled Yamcha away from him.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Yamcha glared at the Saiyan prince angrily as he was pulled from his position.

“Let’s do it together.” Vegeta purred, leaning down to claim Yamcha’s lips in a fiery kiss that left the human breathless, his eyes slightly glazed.

Goku gasped, his back arching off the mattress as his lovers mouths moved to his straining arousal. Goku cried out as his hips began to buck, his head thrashing from side to side as his lovers brought him closer and closer to completion.

A ragged scream tore itself from the Saiyan’s throat as he stiffened, his whole body quivering. Yamcha and Vegeta pulled away from his erection, smirking at each other as Goku’s seed shot into the air, falling back down onto his chest and stomach. Both men slid themselves up the tall Saiyan’s body, eagerly licking the sticky essence from his overheated skin. Goku fell back on the mattress, gasping for breath, as sweat glistened on his smooth skin.

Vegeta curled up on one side of Goku, his head tucked under his lover’s chin, and Yamcha snuggled up against Goku’s other side, throwing an arm over Goku’s broad chest. Vegeta’s hand slid across Goku’s chest, and he laced his fingers through Yamcha’s. Yamcha smiled at him, pulling his hand up to plant a soft kiss to Vegeta’s palm.

“I don’t think he’ll be gettin’ up from that in ten minutes.” Yamcha smirked.

Vegeta’s eyes widened, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The Saiyan prince was fighting it, but he lost. He threw back his head and laughed. “No, I think you’re probably right. It will take him at least twenty minutes to be ready again.” They locked eyes over Goku’s chest, and snickered.

“No,” Goku said softly. “I need to eat, and then I might be ready for another round.” Three sets of eyes widened as Goku’s stomach issued a loud rumbling growl. Vegeta and Yamcha burst out laughing, while Goku blushed.

“Who’s gonna dig out some food?” Goku asked, looking down hopefully at his lovers.

“Well, both you and I have had several turns at cooking….You know how to cook, don’t you?” Vegeta looked slyly at Yamcha.

“Oh alright.” Yamcha heaved a sigh, before slowly climbing to his feet and making his way to the kitchen.

“Hmmm, maybe I should go and help him.” Vegeta said, a decidedly predatory expression on his face.

“No, I don’t think so.” Goku said, knowing full well what kind of ::help:: Vegeta wanted to give Yamcha. “You are gonna stay right here.” he murmured as he pulled a struggling Vegeta onto his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around his lover. “I’ll deal with you after I’ve had some food to replenish my energy.” Goku said, smiling as he felt the smaller Saiyan shiver at his words. //It’s gonna be a long night.// Goku thought, his smile turning into a hentai grin.

***

[Back at the Son residence..........]

“Oh Trunks!” Gohan wailed as he lay face down on his bed, his lover stroking his hair reassuringly. “What are we going to do? Dad knows what we’ve been doing, and you just know Vegeta’s going to find out….” Gohan shivered as he spoke Trunks’ father’s name, imagining the Saiyan prince’s reaction to the news.

“It’s alright Gohan.” Trunks soothed him. “Whatever our father’s reactions, we’ll face them together.” He lay down beside the teen and pulled him into a gentle embrace.

“Really? You promise?” Gohan sniffed.

“Yes koibito. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He nuzzled the back of his lover’s neck. “Ai shiteru Gohan.” He whispered.

Gohan twisted around and curled against Trunks, slight tremors wracking his slender frame. “Ai shiteru.” Came the teen’s choked response.

***

[Back at the island............]

Goku sat down heavily beside Vegeta, watching Yamcha as the still nude human made his way to the bathroom for another quick shower. He smirked as he remembered Yamcha’s earlier comment about how copiously Saiyans sweat during sex, and face he pulled as he had wiped at his skin with a towel.

Vegeta stared at the warrior’s retreating form, a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. “If he wants to stay clean, maybe we should show him how much fun sex can be in the shower.” Vegeta purred, slowly getting to his feet. He gasped in surprise as Goku pulled him back down and rolled on top of him.

“Or maybe we could get all hot and sweaty again, then go join him.” Goku said, leaning down to steal a kiss.

Vegeta smirked as he playfully batted at Goku’s shoulders before wrapping his legs around the larger Saiyan’s waist. “I like that idea much better.” He agreed.

“Um…Vegeta..” Goku began shyly, his face growing serious as he looked away. “There’s some things you should know before we go home tomorrow.”

Vegeta stared up at Goku, his face settling into his usual scowl. “What?” He snapped.

“Now wait Vegeta, it’s not about us, well I mean it is…but it won’t affect us, the three of us…” He gestured toward the bathroom. “Not unless you let it affect us….I think a lot of it works out pretty well actually….” He looked down at his lover worriedly.

“Kakarott, what the hell are you babbling about?!” Vegeta cried, his frustration evident.

“Uh…well…you see…Vegeta, Bulma and Chi-Chi have started sleeping together.” He said quickly.

Vegeta heaved a sigh. “So. The onna finally took me up on the offer did she? Well it’s about damn time. I’m sick and tired of her whining about me not paying her enough attention.”

Goku’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute! You told her to sleep with my wife? Why?”

Vegeta glared at him in exasperation. “Because Kakarott! I was sick and tired of hearing the same two things over and over again. I didn’t try to be intimate with her often enough, and I was always too rough when I did touch her. So I told her she should look somewhere else.” Vegeta scowled. “When she said she would I told her that if I ever caught her with another man I’d kill him, slowly and painfully right in front of her. She then turned to me and asked who said anything about another man.” He looked up into Goku’s face, and smiled at the realization dawning in his dark eyes. “That was when I suggested your mate. I figured the two of you would be having similar problems.”

Goku chewed his lip thoughtfully, “Yeah, you were right. It’s always been pretty much the same thing with me and Chi-Chi.” he said quietly.

“Now, enough about that, let’s get hot and sweaty..” Vegeta purred.

“Oh wait! There was a couple of other things too.” Goku pulled back slightly, and braced himself.

“What is it now?” Vegeta asked, starting to get annoyed.

“Well…umm….they’re not alone.” Goku whispered.

Vegeta’s eyes hardened, his scowl turning into snarl. “Who?” He hissed.

“Piccolo….now wait Vegeta!” Goku cried as Vegeta started to struggle violently beneath him. “Piccolo’s not a male in our sense of the word, he…um…he doesn ‘t have male genitals! Vegeta no!” Goku yelled, forcing Vegeta to stay on his back beneath him.

Vegeta struggled for several minutes, until Goku’s words sunk in. “He doesn’t?” Vegeta panted, ceasing his struggles.

“No. So technically she’s not with another man.” Goku grinned down at the less than amused prince.

“Very well.” Vegeta sighed, then growled low in his throat. “You said there was one more thing, what is it?”

“Oh right. Mirai Trunks and Gohan are sleeping together too.” Goku winced at the enraged roar that was torn from the other Saiyan’s throat, and he yelped and redoubled his efforts to hold Vegeta still as the Saiyan’s hair began to turn gold.

“Holy shit what the hell’s goin on?!” Yamcha shouted as he ran out of the bathroom clutching a towel to his waist.

“I just told Vegeta that Piccolo Chi-Chi and Bulma were sleeping together.” Goku said.

“What! Aw fuck! Goku, couldn’t you have told him a little more tactfully?” Yamcha rolled his eyes.

“Well, that’s not what upset him.” Goku grunted as he tried to hold down a now SSJ2 Vegeta. “What set him off was when I told him that Trunks and Gohan were lovers.”

“No shit?” Yamcha whistled, trying to assimilate that last piece of information. “Future Trunks and Gohan. Wow! Who’d have thought?”

“Calm down Vegeta!” Goku shouted in his face. “There’s no point flying off the handle over this, alright?”

“Yeah Vegeta.” Yamcha said, dropping his towel and moving toward the bed sensuously. “After all, who are you to talk about their sexual preferences when…” The human smirked as he ran his fingertips down Vegeta’s chest. He leaned down and nuzzled Goku’s hair softly as his fingers drifted down between the two Saiyan’s bodies, brushing against two stirring arousals. “What do you say…” he breathed as he kissed Goku’s temple, “we give Vegeta something else to think about..” He leered down at Vegeta, and grinned at the small smile he managed to coax from the angry prince.

“I think that’s an excellent idea..” Goku purred, rocking his hips against the smaller Saiyan as he lifted his head and brushed his lips against Yamcha’s.

Yamcha groaned softly as Goku ravished his mouth, the younger Saiyan nibbling on his bottom lip gently before slipping his tongue inside, tasting and exploring.

Finally Vegeta calmed down enough that his hair returned to it’s usual color and he peered up at his lovers, dark eyes gleaming as he watched them kiss. He reached up and threaded his hands in Yamcha’s long hair and tugged hard. The human uttered a small cry of pain as he was pulled away from Goku. The cry quickly turned to a soft moan as Vegeta kissed him hungrily, fingers still clutching his hair.

Goku growled softly as he rocked his hips, brushing his arousal against Vegeta’s. A strangled groan escaped him as the small Saiyan thrust his hips up to meet him, the increased friction nearly driving Goku over the edge. “Vegeta…” he croaked as he tried to pull away, only to have the prince’s legs snap around his waist as Yamcha slid his arm around him to help hold him in place. “No..” he moaned. “Let me go…I want…” The large Saiyan pulled away forcefully, earning surprised looks from his lovers as he rose shakily to stand beside the bed. “Vegeta and I were just planning to get all sweaty again Yamcha.” Goku purred, “then we’re going to join you for another shower.” He reached over and picked up the oil from the night stand. “Come here.” Goku said quietly, crooking a finger at Yamcha.

The human warrior grinned wolfishly as he stood before the tall Saiyan, eyes raking up and down the smooth, muscular body eagerly. His brow furrowed in confusion as Goku leaned over and scooped up Vegeta, setting the surprised Saiyan on his feet in front of Yamcha.

Goku held out Vegeta’s hand and slapped the bottle of oil into it. “Lube him up good Vegeta, wouldn’t want him to hurt you…” Goku purred into his ear.

“Hurt me? Who said he was going to be on top?” Vegeta cried indignantly.

“I did.” Goku grinned before shoving Vegeta into Yamcha’s arms.

Yamcha grunted softly as he caught the small Saiyan. “Here, let me have that.” He whispered, reaching for the oil.

Vegeta slapped Yamcha’s hand away angrily and squeezed a generous amount of the oil into his palm, rubbing his hands together quickly to warm it. He smirked up at the human as he wrapped his hands around Yamcha’s erection and began to slide his hands up and down in slow firm strokes which made the human tremble.

Yamcha panted softly as Vegeta’s hands tortured and teased him, and he arched into the touch as Goku’s hands danced across his chest and stomach.

Goku chuckled softly. “I think you’d better stop Vegeta, or else he’ll be done before we’ve even had a chance to get started.” He said as he pulled away from Yamcha. He moved to stand behind Vegeta, grabbing the shorter Saiyan by the shoulders and turning him around. “Looks like you’re stuck in the middle again.” He smirked at the prince.

Vegeta leered at him. “I don’t mind, as long as you’re on the bottom this time.” He gasped sharply as a finger pushed it’s way into his body without warning. “Hey….wh..hnn…” Vegeta’s shout turned to a moan as an arm snapped around his waist and he was pulled back against Yamcha’s chest, the aroused human probing and stretching Vegeta gently, as Goku caressed his erection. The small Saiyan cried out as Yamcha’s fingers brushed his prostate, reducing the normally standoffish Saiyan to a quivering mass of need, begging for more. Goku and Yamcha smirked then leaned forward and kissed each other passionately, sandwiching a squirming, moaning Vegeta between them.

Goku knelt in front of Vegeta, his hands cupping his rear as Yamcha hooked his hands under the small Saiyan’s thighs. They locked eyes and nodded, gently lifting the prince up and spreading his thighs until Yamcha’s arousal was pressing against Vegeta’s entrance, and the Saiyan’s own throbbing erection brushed Goku’s chin. They held the trembling man between them as Yamcha slid his well-oiled length into Vegeta, drawing a low rumbling growl from the Saiyan, which turned into a rasping cry as Goku’s lips slid down to the base of Vegeta’s cock. Vegeta snaked one arm up to cup the back of Yamcha’s neck, while his other hand slid down and grabbed a fistful of Goku’s ebony hair, gently urging him up and down.

“Uhh….yes….” Vegeta writhed in the grip of his lovers, urging them to move faster. “K…Kakarott…..Yamcha..nnn…”

Yamcha’s eyes slid shut as his head fell back. He tried to keep his pace slow but it was difficult. Vegeta’s body was tight and hot, the Saiyan’s muscles were gripping and massaging his cock as he slid in and out, the pleasure intense. “Vegeta…” The human whimpered. “I….Oh God…it feels good….can’t hold out…. much….” He shivered, his fingers beginning to dig into Vegeta’s thighs as he clenched his jaw, fighting not to cum yet.

//Hold on Yamcha.// Goku’s thoughts were heard by the struggling human, who nodded briefly.

The tall Saiyan slowly let go of Vegeta, making sure Yamcha could hold him before he quickly turned around and lay on the edge of the bed, knees touching the floor as he looked over his shoulder coyly at Vegeta. The Saiyan prince watched through slitted eyes as Goku rocked his hips against the bed. Vegeta moaned softly at the enticing display.

Yamcha was also watching Goku’s performance. He nuzzled Vegeta’s hair and brushed his lips against the Saiyan’s ear. “You like that, huh Vegeta? Yeah I’ll bet you do….Goku down there on his knees in front of you just waiting for you to slam your cock into him.” Yamcha purred, smirking as Vegeta whimpered. “You want some of that Vegeta? Hmm?” He slowly moved Vegeta closer to Goku’s prone body. He lowered the Saiyan to his feet reaching around to grip Vegeta’s straining arousal with one hand as he ran his fingertips across Vegeta’s lips. “Suck Vegeta.” Yamcha whispered. Vegeta complied, liberally coating Yamcha’s fingers with saliva.

Vegeta growled as Yamcha pushed two fingers into Goku’s entrance, eliciting a soft groan from the younger Saiyan. His body throbbed with desire as Yamcha found Goku’s sweet spot, making Goku’s hips snap up and begin thrusting back against Yamcha’s hand as the tall Saiyan cried out in pleasure. The cries immediately turned to whimpers as the human quickly removed his fingers.

“Fuck him Vegeta.” Yamcha purred. He positioned the head of Vegeta’s penis at Goku’s entrance and pulled his hips back until only the head of his own erection was inside Vegeta, and then slammed his hips forward with everything he had, driving himself all the way into Vegeta, and in turn burying Vegeta’s cock to the hilt inside Goku. Both Saiyans shouted at the sudden move and cried out in pleasure as Yamcha set a blistering pace, gripping Goku’s hips as he thrust himself into Vegeta roughly.

Vegeta slumped forward over Goku’s broad back and groaned as the younger Saiyan’s hips began to slam back against him. He jerked and grunted as Yamcha angled himself to hit Vegeta’s prostate. Grunts soft curses, moans and the creaking of bedsprings filled the room as the three men rocked and pushed against each other. A high-pitched wail escaped Goku as he raised his hips one last time and slumped against the bed, panting heavily. Vegeta let out a hoarse cry as he collapsed onto Goku’s back, and Yamcha screamed as he buried himself in Vegeta once more before settling on top of the small Saiyan.

After several minutes of trying to catch their breath, Vegeta began to squirm beneath Yamcha. “Damn you’re one heavy ningen.” The Saiyan prince muttered.

“What?!” Yamcha cried with mock outrage, raising himself to his knees and grabbing Vegeta around the waist. “So you want to see heavy huh?” He leered down at the captive prince, who was struggling to get free.

“Oh no, I don’t think so Yamcha, Vegeta’s had you both ways, and now it’s my turn.” Goku’s voice came from directly behind Yamcha, and he spun around to see Goku slowly creeping toward him, staring at him intently. Gripping the human by the arms, Goku pulled Yamcha to his feet. “Let’s go rinse off, and then I’ll get my turn.”

***

[Back at the Son residence.........]

Gohan moaned as Trunks settled between his spread legs, their erections brushing together. “Ooh….yes…Trunks please….do it…take me..” The young demi-Saiyan whimpered.

“Yes koibito….” Trunks groaned in reply, reaching for the tube of lubricant on the night stand. After slathering it onto his erection, Trunks lowered his hips until he brushed against his lover’s entrance.

Gohan clapped his hands over his mouth to stifle his cries as Trunks pushed past the tight ring of muscle inside him, and began to slowly thrust into him. Soft cries and the sounds of the bed shifting with their gentle movements wafted across the room.

Both of the young men screamed and Trunks rolled Gohan behind him protectively as the door swung open. Bulma and Chi-Chi stood in the doorway, faces pale and mouths open as they took in the sight of their sons naked and in bed together.

“What the hell are you doing to my son you damn pervert!” Chi-Chi screeched, advancing toward them menacingly.

“Oh and aren’t you one to call me a pervert after the things you and Piccolo have done to my mother!” Trunks screamed at her.

Chi-Chi and Bulma gasped and turned to gape at each other. “How did you know?” Bulma whispered.

“We’ve seen you.” Trunks growled. “Now if you hypocrites are finished, we’d like to be left alone. Oh and you might want to know that Goku and Father already know all about you three, as well as both of us.” He said slyly, turning to kiss Gohan tenderly.

“They……they know..all of it?” Chi-Chi gasped. Bulma grabbed her gently by the shoulders and led her downstairs, pausing to shut the door behind her.

“You two might want to lock this, you know..so..” Bulma tilted her head toward the younger boys’ room.

“Sure Mom.” Trunks said, jumping up and locking the door as soon as it was shut. “Now,” he said, turning to grin at Gohan ferally. “Let’s not waste our last evening before our Dads come home.” Gohan gasped as he was pounced on by the gorgeous demi-Saiyan.

***

[The next afternoon on the island.........]

“Well, I guess that’s everything!” Goku grinned as he pushed the button to collapse the house back into a capsule.

Vegeta frowned slightly as he watched Yamcha’s downcast expression. “Don’t worry koi.” He said as he wrapped his arms around Yamcha’s waist. “I’ll take this house back to the onna, and have her fix it up again. After that I’ll bring it back and set it up for this weekend, and we’ll try to spend at least every other weekend here, just the three of us….” Vegeta purred, “if not every weekend.” he ran his hands over Yamcha’s chest and leaned up for a kiss.

“Yeah! The house can stay here permanently just for us!” Goku grinned as he snuggled up to Yamcha’s back.

“Cool.” Yamcha said, trying not to scream with the happiness he felt. //I finally got my wish, and boy what a wish! I didn’t even have to use the dragon balls!// He chuckled at that thought.

“So what are you guys gonna do about all the shit that’s been happening at home?” Yamcha asked, his brow furrowing as he remembered all the bizarre couplings he had been told of.

“Well,” Goku began, looking at Vegeta solemnly. “We’re all gonna go back to my place, and tell Chi-Chi, Bulma, Piccolo Trunks and Gohan what we’ve been doing here as well.” Goku places a finger over Vegeta’s lips as he saw the angry Saiyan was about to protest. “It’s only fair Vegeta.” He said quietly.

“Fine.” Vegeta huffed as he crossed his arms and scowled, only to have the effect ruined as Yamcha swept him into his arms and kissed him hungrily.

“We’d better get going.” Goku said, not looking forward to informing his family of his recent activities.

“Why don’t we take the smaller brats to Capsule Corp for the evening first before we tell them.” Vegeta said, a strange smile on his face.

“Yeah…I guess. The boys don’t need to hear about this. Cause I know Chi-Chi,” Goku frowned. “Even though she’s been sleeping with Bulma and Piccolo, she’ll be pissed to find out I’ve been sleeping with someone else too.”

***

[Son Residence.......]

Chi-Chi, Bulma and Piccolo were out on the front porch, talking quietly.

“I wonder how they’re going to react to this.” Chi-Chi said quietly. Bulma chewed her lip nervously.

“Probably not as bad as you think.” Piccolo said quietly. The two women turned to regard him quizzically.

“What do you mean? Why not?” Bulma asked.

“Because Goku and Vegeta have been sleeping together all weekend.” Piccolo smirked. “And last night they added Yamcha to the mix too.” He snickered as the two women gaped at him in disbelief.

“Goku…” Chi-Chi trailed off.

“Vegeta…” Bulma whispered.

“And Yamcha?” They collapsed against each other giggling.

“Weird..the father of my child is sleeping with my ex boyfriend!” Bulma smirked.

“You think that’s weird..my husband is sleeping with my childhood crush. And your live in.” Chi-Chi giggled.

“This is bizarre.” Bulma smirked. “They’ll be home soon, I suppose we should be ready for a battle royal.” She sighed, getting up to go and get chibi Trunks. “Is it okay if we send Trunks and Gohan out together? I don’t think they should be here right now. Vegeta’s gonna be pissed.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Piccolo said, hovering up to Gohan’s window. After a few seconds of whispered conversation, the two young demi-Saiyans packed a bag with blankets and a few other necessities and flew off.

Piccolo cocked his head to the side for a moment. “Bulma, call your parents.”

“Wha..why?” She stared at him, brows furrowed.

“See if they’ll take chibi Trunks and Goten for the night. If they have the two younger boys and Gohan and Trunks are gone, we’ll face their reactions first. Take the brunt of it before the kids get wind of it. It’ll take most of the heat off Gohan and Trunks too.” Piccolo said softly.

The two women locked eyes and nodded. “Good idea.” Chi-Chi said as Bulma turned to head inside. All three of them jumped as the two Saiyans and one human suddenly appeared on the front porch.

“Hey guys, we’re home.” Goku said quietly, having difficulty meeting his wife’s eyes.

“So. We know what you’ve been doing and vice versa.” Piccolo said without preamble.

“Hmph.” Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms, looking steadfastly at Goku’s back. Yamcha crossed his arms as well and turned away, chewing his lip nervously.

Chi-Chi opened her mouth to berate the three males in front of her when Trunk’s earlier accusations of hypocrisy came back to her. She decided to keep her mouth shut.

A heavy silence descended between the six people.

“Well, what are we going to do?” Vegeta snapped after several moments, unable to stand the silence anymore.

“Uh…I was gonna go call Mom and Dad and see if they would take the kids for the night.” Bulma said as she backed toward the door, wondering why Vegeta hadn’t started yelling or blasting things yet.

“Yeah. You do that and I’ll use instant transmission to take them to Capsule Corp. okay?” Goku said as he stepped back to stand between Vegeta and Yamcha.

After talking to her Dad, Bulma went upstairs to get the boys ready to go. The two demi-Saiyans bounced and giggled happily at the prospect of a continued sleep over, especially considering Trunk’s grandparents were very lenient with them. As soon as the boys were packed up Goku took them Capsule Corp., reappearing in the living room moments later.

Goku sat on the couch, Vegeta in an uncharacteristic move immediately sitting beside him. Chi-Chi and Bulma took the love seat across from them, leaving Piccolo and Yamcha leaning against the wall side by side.

“So, where are the other brats?” Vegeta said irritably, referring to Gohan and Mirai Trunks.

“Um…they left, they’ll be back sometime tomorrow.” Bulma said, twirling her hair around her fingers.

Vegeta smirked. “Couldn’t face my wrath hmm? Well good. But he’ll still have to deal with me tomorrow.” The Saiyan prince scowled. “I expect an heir from at least one of the brats.” He growled, earning a sidelong grin from Goku and Yamcha.

“Everybody else is gone. It’s just the six of us left to discuss what’s been going on.” Piccolo said quietly.

Chi-Chi took a deep breath and sat forward, her hand drifting over discreetly to hold Bulma’s. “So…what happened with you three?”

“Why do we have to explain ourselves first?” Vegeta demanded indignantly, eyeing their hands suspiciously.

“Vegeta..” Goku shot him a warning glance. “Let’s just get this over with.” He sighed, then continued. “I…Well I guess it started a long time ago, I had an attraction to Yamcha back when I was a teenager.” Goku said quietly. “I kind of forgot about it for a while when I married Chi-Chi, but then when Vegeta came, I felt an attraction to him too. It also brought back those earlier feelings I’d had for Yamcha.” He looked at both of his lovers and smiled. “When Chi-Chi and I began having…um..” Goku blushed wildly. “When we started having…problems in…the bedroom, and decided to not have…relations anymore, I found myself thinking more and more about Vegeta. Yamcha too. But I never tried anything because Vegeta got hooked up with Bulma and Yamcha was never very long without a girlfriend. I just thought they wouldn’t go for it.” He finished quietly.

“I had similar feelings for Kakarott when we first fought.” Vegeta said quietly, making everyone in the room stare at him in surprise. “What!?” He snapped, glaring at each of them in turn. “I mean after we fought, and I realized how strong he really was. I hated him for being so strong, but another part of me was fascinated with him. I could never quite stop thinking about his power, his attitude, his looks…” Vegeta trailed off, blushing slightly. “When Bulma and I had our problems with…relations,” he glanced at Goku and chuckled “I began looking elsewhere. Hence the deals we made with the two of you. You wouldn’t seek your satisfaction with another male, and we wouldn’t seek it with another female.”

“Well, I guess we’ve both managed to keep our ends of it.” Chi-Chi chuckled.

Bulma Chi-Chi and Piccolo all turned to Yamcha expectantly, clearly waiting for his explanation. The human warrior blanched under the weighted stares that settled on him. “Well…I..I’ve always been attracted to guys I guess. I just hid it real well.” He cleared his throat nervously. “I liked Goku for a long time, but I felt funny about it, he was just a teenager…and…you know.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “I didn’t see much of Vegeta when he first came here.” He barely suppressed a shudder as he remembered the Saibaman that had killed him. “But after he came back from space and settled at Capsule Corp., I started to like him…” He flushed as the leaned back against the wall once more.

“Yeah…it was pretty much the same with Chi-Chi and I..” Bulma explained. “We liked each other, but neither of us had the nerve to act on it. But when Vegeta suggested I do it, I decided to take him up on his offer.” She grinned slyly at her lover.

“How did Piccolo wind up getting involved?” Yamcha wondered, looking up at the Namek and cringing as Piccolo glared at him.

“It wasn’t my idea. Somebody..” Piccolo glared pointedly at Goku. “Told his wife a little bit about Namek breeding. She assumed that what he said meant that I was not male in the earth sense of the word.”

“Meaning she figured out you don’t have human like genitalia.” Vegeta smirked.

“Something like that.” Piccolo sighed. “After that they ambushed me, grabbed my antennae and forced me upstairs and into their bed.” He scowled as Vegeta and Yamcha burst out laughing, and Goku stared at his wife with open admiration.

“You forced Piccolo all the way upstairs and into bed? Wow….awesome.” Goku chuckled.

“But how did you wind up in the middle of all this Yamcha? Was it planned, or did you just walk into it like Piccolo did?” Chi-Chi asked.

“Well….” Yamcha blushed again.

“We just explained the why of it!” Vegeta yelled. “Do you really need to know every little detail?” He jumped and growled when Yamcha sat beside him and stroked his cheek to quiet him. Vegeta grinned slyly as he threaded his fingers in Yamcha’s hair and pulled his face close. He looked over and glared defiantly at the women before he claimed the human’s lips in a bruising kiss.

Goku smirked as he looked over at the two women, watching in amusement as they began to get aroused. He looked over at Piccolo and grinned as he saw the Namek watching intently through hooded eyes. “That’s enough Vegeta.” He said quietly. When the Saiyan didn’t respond he gripped the spiky black hair and gently but firmly pulled him back. “I said that’s enough.”

Vegeta glared at him, but complied, letting go of Yamcha’s hair and sitting back. “Piccolo, Yamcha..” Goku began, looking at his two friends. “Could we have some time with Bulma and Chi-Chi to talk about this?” Yamcha nodded silently, and Piccolo grunted softly in response. As Piccolo stalked across the room toward the door he paused, grabbing Yamcha’s arm and hoisting the human to his feet. Yamcha let out a startled yelp as he was lifted into the air.

“Can I borrow some of those toys?” Piccolo turned to Chi-Chi, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “It’s my turn to experiment.”

Chi-Chi and Bulma grinned and nodded. “They’re upstairs in the same basket under the bed. I have spares, so just take the whole thing.” Chi-Chi smirked at him.

“HOLD IT!” Vegeta hollered, trying to get up off the couch. “Let go!” He cried as Goku pushed the prince onto his back and pinned him. “That’s mine!” He hissed.

“Relax Vegeta.” Goku said as he held the squirming Saiyan down. “First of all, Yamcha is not yours. He can go where he wants, when he wants, with who he wants until the weekend. Then he belongs to us again.” He smirked. “Second of all, Bulma and Chi-Chi are none the worse for wear after spending the weekend with him, so I’m sure we can trust him with Yamcha.” He looked up at the human who was staring warily at Piccolo. “You want to go with him Yamcha?” Goku asked.

Yamcha’s eyes widened and he gasped softly as Piccolo brought his head down and kissed Yamcha gently. Piccolo shifted his grip so he was cradling the human in his arms, and moved his lips down to trail kisses down Yamcha’s jaw. He moaned softly and dropped his head back to give Piccolo better access as the Namek’s lips moved down to his throat.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Goku chuckled before claiming Vegeta’s lips in a hungry kiss.

Yamcha snickered as he was flown up the stairs and into the bedroom. “So what kind of toys are they hiding in here?” He asked.

“All kinds.” Piccolo leered at him. “And I’m going to enjoy trying them all out on you.” Yamcha’s eyes widened as Piccolo swept him up again and flew out the window.

“Ahem!” Bulma cleared her throat as the two Saiyans on the couch began to moan and arch against each other. “You guys…”

“No..wait.” Chi-Chi whispered, sliding her hand up under Bulma’s skirt. “Let them be. I want to watch.”

“Well…okay. I kind of wanted to ask you something anyway.” Bulma looked at her and blushed shyly.

“What is it?” Chi-Chi looked at her curiously. As Bulma leaned over and whispered in her ear, an evil smile spread across her face. “Yeah, I have to admit I’ve been rather curious myself.” She chuckled. “Okay, let’s do it.” She smirked as they quietly got up and made their way over to the preoccupied Saiyans.

Goku jumped as fingers danced across his back, and Vegeta growled as a hand slid between their bodies and inside his pants to stroke his arousal. “What are you two up to?” Goku asked.

“We want some attention too.” Chi-Chi mock pouted, and the men both gasped as they realized it was her hand wrapped around Vegeta’s length, not Bulma’s. “Come on you two.” She purred as she pushed Goku back and leaned down to kiss Vegeta. The surprised Saiyan began to protest, his words muffled by the kiss, and he tried unsuccessfully to push the dark haired woman away. Chi-Chi chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly.

“Hey…what’s goin Mmph!!” Goku’s eyes bugged as Bulma leaned up and kissed him, taking advantage of his attempts to speak and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

The two Saiyans gently but firmly broke away from the women and stared at them in shock. “What is this?” Vegeta demanded.

“Well,” Chi-Chi said as her hand slid back into Vegeta’s pants. “We’ve decided we want to try a swap. Just once. We know that sex hasn’t been great since you two each went super Saiyan, because we’re just not strong enough to give you what you need, but we just want to see what each other’s mates are like.”

“Come on you guys, just once.” Bulma purred as her hand found it’s way to Goku’s erection, rubbing it through his gi.

Goku looked down at Vegeta, who quirked an eyebrow at him. Goku shrugged and gave him the classic Son grin, and Vegeta took that as his cue.

Chi-Chi giggled as Vegeta’s arms snapped around her waist and the prince levitated them both over to the love seat. She gasped as Vegeta ripped away her shirt and bra, then moved down to tear away her skirt and panties. “Hey!” She cried, then groaned and shivered as Vegeta’s mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking and nibbling gently. She arched her back and closed her eyes as Vegeta kneaded her breast with one hand, as the other slid down between her legs, the Saiyan chuckling as he felt the dampness there.

“All ready for me huh?” Vegeta smirked down at her as he thrust two fingers into her. He grinned across at Goku as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, making Chi-Chi shudder beneath him.

Goku watched their display through hooded eyes, his body tingling with need. He looked down at Bulma and gave her a hentai smile that made her giggle and wrap her legs around his waist.

“Come on big guy, show me whatcha got.” She purred.

Goku kissed and licked his way down Bulma’s body, laving attention on each of her pebbled nipples, and dipping his tongue into her navel on his way down. Vegeta’s eyes snapped over to Bulma and Goku as Bulma let out a sharp cry. He smirked as he saw Goku’s head between his mate’s parted thighs. Vegeta’s eyes slid shut, his body throbbing with desire as Bulma groaned and panted softly.

//Tell you what Kakarott,// Vegeta transmitted to Goku. //The first one to make their woman scream gets to be on top later. How about it?// Vegeta smirked over at him, and shivered at the hungry look he received from the other Saiyan.

//You got it koi.// Goku sent right back at him before leaning back down between Bulma’s legs. As she began to moan Vegeta grinned and copied Goku’s pose, making Chi-Chi cry out and fist her hands in his ebony hair.

“Goku…” Bulma whimpered, bucking her hips and panting.

Chi-Chi growled and tugged on Vegeta’s hair roughly, wanting the slender Saiyan inside her. “Vegeta…” She snarled as she pulled him up her body. She clamped her legs around his waist. “I want it…now!” She demanded.

“Hmm…yes, you’ve always been a demanding wench haven’t you?” He smirked as she swatted at him. “You should be careful what you wish for my dear. You just might get it.” He purred before he buried himself inside her. Chi-Chi jerked and cried out as Vegeta lifted her hips and began to thrust into her, his pace quick, but not fast enough or hard enough to hurt her. He angled his hips so his cock would hit her g-spot, and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he moved.

Bulma moaned and gripped Goku’s shoulders tightly as the large Saiyan entered her and began a series of slow, deep thrusts. Goku panted softly as he tried to reign in his power to keep from hurting her. He groaned softly as he sped up a little, trying to hit her pleasure spot and bring her to release. He chuckled as he heard Chi-Chi’s voice go up an octave, and her cries begin to come more frequently. //Shit, she’s close. Looks like I’m gonna lose this one.// Goku grinned to himself as he continued to gently thrust into Bulma. He jumped as Bulma suddenly let out a bloodcurdling shriek and snapped her legs tightly around him as she clawed at his back. He smirked over at Vegeta as Bulma groaned and went limp beneath him, panting. //You lose Vegeta.// Goku shot at the prince, who was trying to restrain himself as he moved in and out of Goku’s wife. A few seconds later, Chi-Chi threw back her head and screamed as she wrapped her arms and legs around Vegeta in a crushing grip.

“What did you say your wife’s power level was?” Vegeta growled, and Goku recognized the frustration in the prince’s voice.

“1500.” Goku grinned.

“No offense woman, but it’s not enough.” Vegeta rasped, rolling off her.

Chi-Chi and Bulma looked at each other and nodded. “Hey you two, can we try one more thing? Seeing how you’re both up for experimenting tonight.” Bulma purred.

Vegeta eyed her suspiciously and looked at Goku. “Sure, what did you have in mind?” Goku asked with a nervous laugh.

“Come upstairs and we’ll show you.” Chi-Chi said seductively as she took Vegeta’s hand and led him up the stairs. The two Saiyans glanced at each other, shrugged and allowed themselves to be led into the master bedroom.

“You got enough left for this?” Bulma asked as she pushed Goku and Vegeta down on the bed and knelt beside Chi-Chi on the floor and helped her pull out a small box.

“Yes, Piccolo just took the ones we’d been using over the weekend. I have just enough to see us through tonight.” She leered at Bulma then kissed her hungrily. “These two are for them…” She held up two strap on dildos. “And this is for us.” She grinned as she held up a double ended one.

“Wow. And I thought I had an impressive collection of toys. Mine can’t even touch yours!” Bulma shook her head and did a quick mental count of how many vibrators and various dildos her lover possessed. “You really are a hentai.” She chuckled.

“You bet!” Chi-Chi smirked.

They stood up and giggled as they saw Goku had pinned Vegeta to the bed and was now kissing him passionately as he snaked his arms around the smaller Saiyan and ground their erections together.

“Okay you two, save it for after our next request.” Chi-Chi growled, stalking over to the night stand for a tube of lubricant. “After I’ve had my fun, you two can have each other however you want.” She grabbed Goku by the hair and pulled. Goku gaped at her in surprise, then grinned and rolled over on his back obligingly. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the strap on his wife was now wearing. He glanced over at Vegeta who was staring at Bulma, eyes glittering dangerously.

“Hmm…no…” Chi-Chi smiled evilly. “I think I want you on your knees Goku dear.”

“You too Vegeta.” Bulma purred. “Come on honey. Just this once. I wanna do it to you, then you can watch me do it to Chi-Chi.”

“If I go uke for you, Vegeta has to go uke for Goku.” Chi-Chi said petulantly.

“That can be arranged.” Goku grinned. “Right Vegeta?”

Vegeta growled softly, then nodded.

“Good. It’s all settled then.” Bulma said brightly.

“Yes. Now on your knees.” Chi-Chi commanded.

The two Saiyans complied, and Goku gasped as Chi-Chi pushed a slick finger into him before tossing the tube to Bulma. Chi-Chi’s eyes narrowed as Goku groaned softly and rocked against her hand. She stretched him gently and then inserted a second finger, scissoring the digits inside him.

Vegeta watched Goku and Chi-Chi, closing his eyes and moaning softly as Bulma began to prepare him as well.

The two women positioned themselves at the men’s entrances, smirked at each other and thrust into their mates, drawing startled cries from both men. They gave their mates no reprieve, instead immediately setting what was a blistering pace for themselves as their mates arched and gently pushed back against them.

Goku whimpered in frustration, Vegeta uttering an answering groan. Goku reached out his hand and laced his fingers with Vegeta’s, locking eyes with the growling Saiyan prince.

“Let’s try something…” Chi-Chi whispered, pulling out of Goku. Bulma did the same, looking at her quizzically. Chi-Chi guided Goku to turn sideways, and Bulma turned Vegeta until the two Saiyans were on their hands and knees face to face. The two women slammed back into their mates with the strap ons, pushing them forward. Goku moaned and leaned down to capture Vegeta’s lips in a searing kiss, drawing a loud groan from the Saiyan.

Goku’s eyes snapped open as an idea struck him. He raised himself up a little, encouraging Vegeta to do the same, and reclaimed Vegeta’s lips, his hand snaking down to wrap around Vegeta’s now painful erection. Vegeta shuddered as Goku stroked him, and his own hand shot out and gripped Goku’s length. The two Saiyans cried out against each other’s lips, shuddering as they rocked their hips back and forth. Suddenly Vegeta stiffened, a rasping cry escaping him as his seed covered Goku’s hand. Seconds later, Goku shouted as he climaxed as well. The two Saiyans fell onto their sides, arms and legs entwined, as their wives slowly crawled toward each other, predatory smiles on their faces.

“We’ve got to do this more often.” Goku chuckled as he pulled Vegeta closer.

“We will.” Bulma purred, as she and Chi-Chi discarded their ‘toys’ and Chi-Chi picked up the one she had set aside. “Now remember..” Bulma said as she grabbed her lover’s shoulders and pinned the other woman down. “The deal was you go uke for me, Vegeta goes uke for Goku.” She reminded her.

Chi-Chi sighed dramatically and mock pouted. She giggled as Bulma leaned down and nibbled gently on the stuck out lower lip.

Vegeta and Goku sat up and watched the display with interest as Chi-Chi’s giggles turned to moans. The two men began to caress each other as they watched Bulma kissing and licking her way down Chi-Chi’s throat, her hands kneading the other woman’s breasts gently. Goku growled as Bulma’s mouth worked it’s way to Chi-Chi’s breasts with a knowing touch, laving attention on each nipple. He raised himself to his knees, his member stirring as he watched the two women. He suddenly grabbed Vegeta and pulled the smaller Saiyan into his lap facing away from him so they could continue to watch as Goku reached around and stroked Vegeta’s semi hard cock. The Saiyan prince shifted restlessly in Goku’s lap and uttered a barely audible moan as Bulma moved down between Chi-Chi’s thighs, and licked at her labia. Chi-Chi gasped and bucked her hips as Bulma flicked her tongue over her lover’s clit, her tongue moving in deft strokes that brought the dark haired woman to the brink of climax quickly. Chi-Chi whimpered as Bulma pulled away from her, her hands reaching up to grip the blue haired woman’s shoulders as she silently begged her to continue.

The two Saiyans were painfully aroused as they watched the two women.

Bulma bit her lip and looked down at her lover coyly before glancing over at the two men. She grinned as she saw the state they were in, and decided to take their performance to the next level.

Goku and Vegeta growled and rocked their hips against each other as Goku’s hands slid over Vegeta’s body. When they saw Bulma pick up the double ended dildo and prepare to use it, Goku gripped Vegeta’s hips and lifted the prince up and positioned his lover’s entrance over his aching need. Bulma positioned the dildo at Chi-Chi’s entrance, and slowly entered her. Goku copied her, slowly lowering Vegeta until he was all the way inside the prince’s tight passage.

Bulma began to thrust slowly and gently into her lover, the dildo hitting her lover’s pleasure spot as she kept up her gentle pace.

Vegeta growled. “Kakarott….” He bucked his hips and snarled as Goku mirrored Bulma’s moves, right down to the agonizingly slow pace. “Please..” The frustrated prince whispered.

Goku kissed and nipped at his neck. “Not yet koi. I want to enjoy the show.”

Bulma continued to thrust into Chi-Chi with the same maddeningly slow pace, her fingers drifting down to rub her lover’s clit as well. She leaned down and kissed Chi-Chi as she felt her muscles tensing beneath her, and picked up the pace slightly to bring both of them to completion.

Vegeta shouted in frustration as Goku kept up his torturous pace, his hands digging into Vegeta’s hips to keep the Saiyan from bucking. “Kakarott!” He cried.

“Shhh…soon Vegeta. As soon as they’re ready to watch, I’ll give you what you want.” Goku murmured.

Moments later, both women cried out and arched against each other, trembling.

Bulma collapsed on top of Chi-Chi and closed her eyes as the other woman’s arms wrapped around her neck. They lay still for several moments, until Bulma’s eyes snapped open and she regarded Goku and Vegeta with interest. “Okay..” She said, rolling off Chi-Chi and cuddling up beside her. “We showed you ours, now you show us yours.” The two women smirked at their mates.

The two Saiyans needed no further prompting. Goku pulled out of Vegeta and threw him down on his back, growling as he pinned him down roughly. The smaller Saiyan snarled and fisted his hands in Goku’s unruly hair, wrenching his head down for a fiery kiss as his legs snapped around Goku’s waist. Both Saiyans shouted as Goku buried himself inside Vegeta with one brutal thrust.

Chi-Chi and Bulma gaped as the bed lurched violently with the force of Goku’s move. “My God…” Chi-Chi breathed. “If Goku ever did that to me he’d pulverize my pelvis and rip me wide open.”

“I know.” Bulma whispered, watching Vegeta carefully. “They did this all weekend?” Bulma and Chi-Chi stared at the two Saiyans as the bed tilted and rocked violently with Goku’s thrusts. “Hey guys you’re going to demolish the bed!” Bulma cried.

Goku lurched to his feet, grabbing a blanket from the foot of the bed and quickly spreading it out on the floor before grabbing Vegeta and setting him down. He grabbed a pillow and put it under his koi’s head before settling himself on top of the Saiyan prince, bracing his weight on his arms.

Bulma and Chi-Chi peered over the edge of the bed at their mates as Goku began to thrust into Vegeta once more.

Vegeta writhed and groaned as Goku slammed into him. “Kakarott…hnn..nnahh!” He cried as Goku’s length rubbed his prostate. He clawed at Goku’s shoulders and slammed his heels into Goku’s lower back, spurring his lover on as the large Saiyan’s power spiked. Vegeta shouted as Goku’s hair flashed gold.

Goku gazed down at the prince with hooded green eyes. “Change Vegeta.” He muttered. “I’ll hurt you if you don’t.”

Vegeta nodded and focused his power. He roared as his own hair went gold, and he smirked up at his lover. “This is something we’ve never done.” He murmured.

“Yeah…I just hope I don’t put us through the floor or something.” He chuckled.

Vegeta’s eyes widened in alarm. “Be careful then!” He snapped.

“I was kidding Vegeta. I do have a little more control than that. Unlike some people I know.” Goku smirked.

“What?!” Vegeta bellowed. “What do you mean by that?” He demanded.

“Well, I didn’t break the bed or warp the bathtub cause I didn’t know how to restrain myself.” Goku snickered as Vegeta blushed. He leaned down and kissed him. “That’s O.K. koi.” He whispered. “I enjoyed all of it.”

Chi-Chi and Bulma watched with a mixture of awe and fear as Goku slammed into Vegeta hard enough to rattle the pictures on the walls.

Vegeta moaned and bucked his hips, meeting Goku’s strokes as the large Saiyan pistoned in and out of him. “K…Kakarott…” He panted. Vegeta cried out as Goku hit his sweet spot with each thrust.

Goku growled as he felt the pressure building, and gripped Vegeta’s cock and pumped him in time with his own thrusts. He groaned as Vegeta’s body arched almost painfully beneath him and the prince’s seed shot out onto his chest and stomach, the slight Saiyan’s scream making Bulma and Chi-Chi cringe and cover their ears. Seconds later, Goku threw back his head and shouted as he thrust into Vegeta one last time, spilling his seed deep inside his lover before collapsing on top of him. The two men lay still for several minutes, trembling and panting.

“Get off me. You’re heavy.” Vegeta said weakly, making Goku and Bulma burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny.” Chi-Chi eyed her husband. “He is damn heavy!”

“Hey..” Goku whined, lifting his head to stare at his wife with puppy dog eyes.

“Get off!” Vegeta demanded.

“O.K. O.K….’ Goku sighed as he reluctantly climbed to his feet, pulling Vegeta up and collapsing on the bed and cuddling with his lover. He rolled onto his back and pulled Chi-Chi against his other side, wrapping an arm around her tightly. Vegeta also rolled onto his back, staying firmly plastered to Goku’s side as he wrapped an arm around Bulma.

The four of them began to doze off, then the silence was broken by Goku wondering aloud how Piccolo and Yamcha made out, drawing several snickers and lewd suggestions.

***

[Out in the forest several miles from the house......]

Piccolo grunted as Yamcha gripped one of his antennae and squeezed gently, making him see stars. The smaller warrior pushed the large Namek onto his back and knelt beside him.

“Stay!” Yamcha hissed. “I’m going to be in control tonight.” He tightened his grip slightly for emphasis. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to spend twenty four hours being dominated by two horny Saiyans?” The human growled as he reached down and pulled off Piccolo’s sash. “I’ll tell you what it was like.” He purred as he pulled down the Namek’s gi pants. “Vegeta took me three times, Goku took me three times, and I got to take each of them exactly…once.”

He leered down at the nervous warrior beside him. “Not that I’m complaining. Both of them are amazing lovers.” He whispered. “Now let’s get these clothes off and I can experiment with you…” He breathed as he leaned down and licked Piccolo’s lower lip.

The Namek groaned softly and opened his mouth, his tongue flicking out to meet the human’s. Yamcha growled and locked his lips to Piccolo’s his hand skimmed over Piccolo’s broad muscular chest.

“You gonna behave?” Yamcha smirked at him as he pulled away.

“Yeah….” Piccolo moaned as Yamcha’s hand strayed between his legs, rubbing gently.

“That’s better.” Yamcha murmured as he let go of Piccolo’s antenna and removed the Namek’s pants and shirt. Piccolo shifted his body obligingly to make it easier, and gasped as the cool night air hit his heated skin.

Yamcha cocked his head to the side as his eyes roamed over Piccolo’s skin. He skimmed his fingertips over Piccolo’s smooth chest, then grazed the half circle of pink skin on his stomach smirking as he tore a loud groan from the Namek. “I like this…” Yamcha purred softly as he leaned down to kiss and lick the multi textured skin. Piccolo arched his back, his hands cupping the back of Yamcha’s head as the human moved further down his body.

Yamcha pulled back a bit and studied the ridged V’s that ran down Piccolo’s pelvis. “These are different.” He murmured, slowly moving his head forward and flicking his tongue out to lick the lines of violet skin.

Piccolo bucked his hips and threw his head back, air hissing between his teeth as his hands dropped down to grab fistfuls of the blanket beneath them. “Nn..Yamcha..” The Namek whimpered as he began to tremble.

Yamcha’s hand snaked over to the pile of things he had dumped out of the basket, and he grinned as his hand closed over the vibrator. “I wanna hear you scream Piccolo…” Yamcha whispered as he turned on the vibrator and gently rubbed it against the ridges.

As Yamcha slowly moved up and down each line of violet skin, the pressure built inside the Namek and he did scream as he climaxed, shuddering, writhing and crying out his lover’s name.

Yamcha turned his head, snarling as he felt eyes on his back.

“It’s just us…take it easy.” Trunks said quietly as he held Gohan in front of him, running his hands up and down the young demi-Saiyan’s smooth bare chest. “We sensed you guys leave the house and wanted to know how things went..obviously they went pretty well.” He smirked.

Piccolo sat up and clutched Yamcha to him, his eyes narrowing as he saw the way Gohan was staring at them. He chuckled softly as he saw the tent in the front of the teen’s khaki shorts. “Gohan..” He murmured. “I didn’t know you got off on watching.”

Gohan’s eyes widened and he blushed furiously. “I….I..” He stammered, unsure of what to say.

“I think what Gohan’s trying to say is do you mind if we join you?” Trunks said looking at them coyly over his lover’s shoulder.

“Uh..?” Yamcha looked down at Piccolo, unsure of himself, but any doubts he might have had were erased by the glazed look in the Namek’s eyes. //Yeah…I always wondered about Piccolo and Gohan.// Yamcha thought as he broke out into a hentai grin. “Yeah…sure. Come here you two.” Yamcha purred as he rolled off Piccolo.

The two demi-Saiyans lunged at them, Gohan tackling Piccolo and Trunks pinning down Yamcha.

//Man, as much as I think Trunks is hot and all, I am going to be sleeping with Vegeta on a regular basis, I don’t think it would be a good idea to start sleeping with his son too.// Yamcha thought to himself before gently rolling the young man off him. He guided Trunks’ hand down between Piccolo’s legs as Gohan ravaged the Namek’s mouth, moaning softly.

“What about you?” Trunks frowned as Yamcha pulled back and sat beside him.

Yamcha shrugged. “I’ll watch.” He smiled.

“Like hell you will! I said I was gonna use those toys on you and by God I’m going to do it!” Piccolo growled as he pushed the two young men off him and jumped to his feet. The three men gaped at Piccolo as he powered up, snarling and trembling as he focused his energy. They cried out in surprise as Piccolo split himself into not two, but three. One emerged from his back, and the other pulled away from his front.

“Now….” The Namek glared down at them. “We’re going to do this MY way. Got it?” He smirked as the three startled men nodded mutely, staring up at him in shock. The three copies of Piccolo lunged forward, one pinning Yamcha down on his back, the other sweeping Gohan into his arms and kissing him hungrily, as the third clawed at Trunks’ shorts.

After he disrobed all three of his lovers, the Piccolo on top of Yamcha reached for a vibrator, leering down at the human and thoroughly enjoying the nervousness in his wide dark eyes. “Don’t worry koi.” He whispered as he ran his fingers along Yamcha’s lower lip. Piccolo growled softly as Yamcha parted his lips and sucked eagerly on Piccolo’s large fingers, coating them with saliva. He pulled his hand away and leaned down to claim the human’s lips in a demanding kiss, thrusting his tongue into Yamcha’s mouth, desire making him tremble as Yamcha growled and began to buck his hips impatiently. “Hmm…aren’t we eager to get started.” Piccolo chuckled as he pushed a finger into Yamcha, stretching him briefly before probing for his pleasure spot.

The second Piccolo clutched Gohan to him tightly as he sank to his knees, his lips trailing fiery kisses down the demi-Saiyan’s throat. Gohan cried out and gripped Piccolo’s shoulders tightly as the Namek grazed his sharp canines over the sensitive skin. Gohan threw back his head and gasped as Piccolo’s hand wrapped around his rock hard member and began stroking him.

“Pi…Piccolo!” Gohan cried as he felt his release nearing. “Stop…please..” He whimpered. “Not yet!” Piccolo sighed, and slowed his hand just enough to drive the young demi-Saiyan half mad as he was torn between his need for release, and the desire to watch the others. Piccolo spun him around and pulled the young man into his lap, smirking as he watched his counterparts pleasuring the other men. He grinned as Gohan began to writhe and moan in his grip as they watched the other two couples.

The third Piccolo pushed Trunks onto his back and grabbed his legs, hooking one over each shoulder before darting his head down between the demi-Saiyan’s thighs. Trunks jerked and shouted as Piccolo’s mouth engulfed his erection, the Namek taking his length down his throat. Trunks growled and thrust his hips wantonly as Piccolo’s mouth slid up and down his arousal, making colored spots appear before his eyes.

“Hnn….Piccolo….” Trunks panted as he arched and grabbed at Piccolo’s shoulders.

Piccolo splayed a hand over Trunks’ hip, forcing him to lie still as he tasted and teased his lover.

“Piccolo..” The lavender haired Saiyan moaned as he began to tremble, his release fast approaching under Piccolo’s expert ministrations.

The first Piccolo thrust the vibrator into Yamcha, smirking and aiming for the man’s prostate. A sharp cry and violent bucking of his hips told Piccolo he’d hit it dead on. He grinned and wrapped a hand around Yamcha’s cock and pumped his hand up and down rapidly. “Come on Yamcha…” He purred before leaning down to capture his lips in a scorching kiss. Yamcha’s hands shot up and gripped the back of Piccolo’s head as he kissed back aggressively. Piccolo growled softly as Yamcha stiffened beneath him, a choked scream escaping him as his seed shot out and covered Piccolo’s hand.

“Oh…oh wow…” Yamcha rasped as he slumped beneath Piccolo, a satisfied smile on his face. “That was amazing..” He wrapped his arms around Piccolo’s neck and pulled the large Namek down on top of him.

Gohan whimpered, sweat beading on his upper lip as he watched Yamcha climax and he gasped as he found himself forced to his hands and knees. He cried out in pain and pleasure as Piccolo quickly thrust two saliva coated fingers into him and found his prostate. He groaned and rocked his hips urgently as a third finger was added, and Piccolo’s other hand reached around to stroke his member. “Yes…Piccolo…please..” Gohan begged as he arched and twisted in the Namek’s firm grip. He shuddered violently, then snapped his head back and shouted as Piccolo’s hands sent him over the edge. His arms and legs trembled for a moment then gave out. He groaned softly as he lay sprawled on the blanket, Piccolo leaning down to kiss his back and shoulders. “I’ve always wondered about that…” Gohan said softly before yawning kittenishly.

“Hmm?” Piccolo raked his teeth over the back of Gohan’s throat, eliciting a shiver.

“What it would be like to be touched by you like this….” He rolled over and kissed his former teacher.

Trunks snarled and thrashed, shaking his head from side to side violently, sending lavender hair whipping through the air. He cried out hoarsely as Piccolo’s mouth rapidly slid up and down his length.

“I…I’m…oh God…” He rasped as his body tensed. His body bowed and a ragged cry tore itself from his throat as he came, Piccolo swallowing his essence with a pleasured moan. His body went limp as he panted heavily, sweat rolling down the side of his face. “I…you..you were great.” Trunks whispered as he rolled onto his side and snuggled up to Piccolo. “Thank you.”

“Pleasure was all mine.” Piccolo grinned.

After several moments of silence, Yamcha spoke up. “You should go back into one person Piccolo. Let us have a go at you. How would you like having three mouths and six hands all over you?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Trunks and Gohan grinned evilly and grabbed their own version of Piccolo and dragged them over to the one still laying on top of Yamcha. They pushed them all together, and he was forcibly put back into one body.

“Hey…wait! Aren’t you satisfied yet!” Piccolo bellowed as the three warriors converged on him. “DAMN HORNY SAIYANS!!!” He roared. He cocked his head and thought for a moment. “DAMN HORNY HUMANS TOO!”

Contest Winner 2003 (Sea, Sex & Sun) : Best BDSM

*****

The beach was empty, protected on all sides by jagged black rocks, and still warm even though the sun was steadily dipping towards the horizon. White sand, smooth and unblemished, stretched out for several dozen meters on all sides and provided the two demi-Saiyans with a private rendezvous. Gohan landed first, and after one last check to make sure they were alone he ignored the settings and instead turned to watch his lover.

His purple hair had grown long again, the ponytail waving in the wind as he landed. His left cheek sported a few fresh scars from his earlier spar with his father and his knuckles were scraped, bruised from a few good hits of his own. As usual, he wore his jeans, black tank top and Capsule Corps jacket. Gohan smiled. Like father, like son, both lived in their training uniforms, be they spandex or denim. He looked over his body again. He wasn’t sure if he liked him better with or without that jacket.

“Wow,” Trunks said. “How’d you find this place?”

“Flew over it one day.” Scoured the entire coastline for days more like it, Gohan thought. His right hand slid into his pants pocket and grasped Bulma’s gift. It’d taken hours of pleading to get her to make it and then long promises upon pain of death not to hurt her son, but he had it…and tonight, he would use it.

But first, to make Trunks lower his guard. Not too difficult now, he’d had months already to make the boy from the future feel at ease around him. Ever since he’d returned from the future and opened up to him, Trunks was losing the nervous anxiety he’d had before, the constant looking over his shoulder for a sneak attack from all too powerful enemies. And his nightmares were slowing, losing their edge. Only now and then did he talk in his sleep, and Gohan was able to soothe his bad memories away with a whisper or a touch.

Tonight would not be a whisper or a touch, though, and Gohan feared frightening Trunks and betraying the trust he’d tried so hard to work up. He tightened his grip on the steel necklace in his hand. No, he would not hurt Trunks. Never hurt him.

“The sunset’s beautiful,” Trunks said, startling him. “I’ve never seen it quite like this.”

Blues and golds spread over the sky like burning paint as the sun’s rays diffused in all directions and turned the white sand a burnished bronze. The golden glow framed Trunks, giving him a brilliant outline like an angel.

“Yeah,” he said. “Beautiful.” He sat down near Trunks’ feet and watched the waves rush in and crest and break. A moment later Trunks sat beside him. For awhile they sat quietly, the tide coming closer as the sun sank and the crescent moon crept up the beach. A few silver fins cut the water’s surface a short distance out, but they were curved and soft. Out to play their own games, a pair of dolphins jumped and sent sparkles into the air. Gohan smiled, but when he glanced at Trunks to see his reaction, he found his prince staring enrapt at their performance, a stunned smile on his lips as if he were a child watching fireworks. As pretty as the dolphins were, Gohan only listened to them splash and watched his lover’s face instead, taking in the subtle changes in his eyes and mouth as he laughed.

“I’ve never seen dolphins before,” Trunks said. “Only in books.”

“Never?”

“Mm-mm. We only went outside to train, and even then…” He sighed. “And when I went back, I stayed inside most of the time. I’m still getting comfortable with being outdoors.”

“Oh.” Inwardly, Gohan quailed. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought him here, maybe the bedroom would’ve been better. Or a fancy hotel. Or I could’ve borrowed a capsule house– He opened his mouth to speak.

“Trunks, I need to tell–”

“Gohan, I know you–”

They both stopped and smiled. “You go ahead,” Gohan said.

“Okay.” Trunks looked back at the ocean for a moment, now calm and flat and dolphinless. “I know why you brought me out here. Mom told me.”

“Wh-what?” Gohan’s body ran cold, and he could feel his heart pounding harder and harder.

“She told me about the necklace she made for you, and what you said.” Trunks glanced back at Gohan. His lover only stared at the sand, unable to raise his eyes. Trunks put his hand under Gohan’s chin and tilted his head up. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you or anything.”

“Really?”

“I came out here with you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah…” Gohan blinked and tilted his head. “Why did you, if you knew what I wanted to do?”

“Mom told me what you said to her, remember?” Trunks heaved a sigh and let his hand drop. “And…I think you’re right. I haven’t trusted you. I mean, I trust you more than anyone else, but…there’s always this tiny doubt in my head. I can’t trust anyone entirely.”

“That’s from being under attack all your life,” Gohan said.

“I know. That doesn’t make it go away.” He put his hand on Gohan’s pocket, feeling the necklace inside. “But this might. If it’s with you.”

“Trunks?”

Scooting around so that his back faced his lover, Trunks bowed his head and swept his hair to one side. Most of it fell back anyway. “You have to promise me one thing, though.”

Even as he spoke, Gohan dug Bulma’s gift out. “Name it.”

“If I tell you to stop, you have to stop.”

“I promise.” He knelt closer to Trunks, catching the scent of his hair as he put the steel band around his neck and clasped it at the back.

Immediately Trunks’ ki faded, going down so fast that Gohan thought it disappeared. Only after a quick check did he find it again, as low as a human’s but steady. He chewed his lower lip. At that level, he wasn’t sure if what had been a love tap before would be a lethal blow now. He slowly put his hand on Trunks’ shoulder and breathed out in relief when nothing happened.

At his touch, Trunks looked over his shoulder at him. Though he wasn’t physically fragile, his eyes told him how emotionally fragile he was. Despite the golden glow on the horizon, Trunks’ eyes were dilated so that they were almost all blue. Gohan brushed a few stray strands of hair from his face. “Are you okay? If you’re having second thoughts–”

“Yes, a lot of second thoughts,” Trunks said. “But I want to do this.”

“Okay…um…” Gohan glanced over at one of the rocks higher on the beach. “I left everything behind there. So it wouldn’t wash away.”

“So I wouldn’t see it?”

“Uh…”

A small smile spread over Trunks’ face, and he stood up, yanking Gohan after him. “Come on. I wanna see this.”

No matter his protests, Gohan let himself be pulled along the beach, their shoes kicking up white sand. When they came around the rock, Trunks sank to his knees and started to giggle. “Oh wow…” He grabbed the first thing he saw, a length of white rope, and ran it through his fingers. “There sure is a lot of it…it feels like silk.”

“It is. I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“A blindfold, gag…a rosebud? You really planned this out. Um…” Trunks looked up at him. “How are we gonna do this?”

Gohan took a deep breath. “Take off your top.”

The jacket slid off his shoulders and lay on the ground. A moment later, the tank followed. Gohan couldn’t help looking him up and down. Definitely better without the jacket.

“Turn around.”

“Aren’t you going to undress?”

“Not yet. Turn around.”

Trunks obeyed. He felt Gohan’s hands on his wrists, bringing his arms behind his back and up, as if he were trying to cross his arms there. Gohan let go again but Trunks held himself still, waiting for his lover to reach around him for the rope. There were more lengths than one, he found, as a white end slid past him like a snake. With his arms bent halfway, the rope slowly wound itself around his forearms, binding them together, then curling around his biceps and cinching up tight. He twisted his hands and found that already he couldn’t get loose, but Gohan kept knotting the rope around his wrists and arms until all of that length was used up. In his position, his shoulders were drawn back slightly, forcing his chest out. Not a single rope crossed his front.

The knots were tightened once more, and then Gohan leaned back. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just…weird.”

“Can you get loose?”

For a few seconds he tried, turning and pulling. His arms felt like they were trapped in a harness. He relaxed and breathed out. “No. I can’t.”

That got a reaction out of Gohan, but he forced himself to ignore it for now and concentrate on tying his lover up. He put his hands on Trunks’ shoulders and pulled him back against himself, running his hands down his chest and stomach. He’d done it before, in the darkness of their bedroom, but here in the sunset, with no walls and Trunks’ not able to resist…

Later, he told himself. Not yet. Though he lingered longer than need be on his skin, running his fingers down his lover and delicately tracing his nipples. Trunks made small noises, familiar from their previous couplings, but they’d never sounded so maddening before. It was everything Gohan had to keep his hands going farther down and unbuttoning Trunks’ pants, pushing them off his hips.

With a kiss, he scooted back and lowered Trunks onto the sand, then went around and began unlacing his mate’s sneakers. Trunks watched him for a moment as he pulled each shoe off, then tugged his pants down his legs. His socks disappeared with them and his clothes made a small pile next to all the rope that he knew would soon clothe him. Next one leg was bent and tied that way, thigh to calf, so he couldn’t straighten it out. A moment later his other leg was bent and similarly tied. Gohan sat him straight since he couldn’t do it himself. He looked over his body. If he lost balance and fell on his side, he wouldn’t be able to get up and…he blushed. With his legs bent like that, he’d be perfectly accessible. Gohan’s purple-haired toy. He had to admit, though, he was a very neatly wrapped toy.

If Gohan had thought before that his self-control been tested, this was only worse. Trunks couldn’t even wriggle much, let alone get away. His legs were even slightly spread. Gohan swallowed reflexively and shook his head to clear it.

“Gohan? Is something wrong?”

“No,” he said. “You just look so delicious like this I can hardly make myself wait.”

Trunks looked back at the sand, but he couldn’t stop his smile. Gohan suddenly stood and picked him up, carrying him over the beach back to the edge of the tide. He set him down on his knees on the wet sand and scanned the ocean one more time for any large predators, but they were alone. Even the dolphin pod had gone.

“Wait…the tide…”

“It’s okay, I won’t let it carry you away.” He kissed him once and then tied the blindfold over his eyes. “That’s my job.”

Leaving Trunks like that, Gohan jogged back to his stash and picked up everything he planned on using. Better to have it all nearby than be running back and forth when he needed something. He turned and looked back at Trunks.

His prince hadn’t moved, sitting with his head bowed. His hair floated in the light breeze and contrasted beautifully with his skin. His hands still twisted a little, testing his ropes, but even several meters away Gohan could see he done a good job. Trunks couldn’t get free. The tide reached up on the beach again, the white crest only just reaching Trunks’ knees, and the prince started and leaned back, his mouth opening slightly.

Floating over, Gohan closed the distance between them and set his bundle down where the tide wouldn’t reach it. He knelt in front of Trunks and studied him. His prince didn’t know he was there, that was obvious, and he kept still so he wouldn’t hear him. The water came up again, a little higher this time, and little sounds came out of Trunks’ mouth. The water was still warm with the day’s light, Gohan could feel it through his pants, but he knew his lover didn’t like wondering if the tide was going to keep coming and eventually overtake him with powerful waves. It might sweep him out to sea if Gohan didn’t hold him, and Trunks didn’t do well with anticipation.

He bent closer and quickly stole a kiss. Trunks gave a startled cry, opening his mouth wider, so Gohan took another kiss. This time when he released him, he saw his blindfolded love smirking.

“That wasn’t fair.”

“But it was sweet.” Gohan ran his fingers through Trunks’ hair, twirling a bit around one finger. “Stolen ones taste sweeter, I think.”

“You could’ve asked.”

“Wouldn’t have been as much fun. You doing okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

Trunks felt Gohan’s hands on his arms. He was eased onto the sand and set on his back. Although each leg was bound, he could move them a little. Since he didn’t feel too comfortable with his knees against his chest, he put his feet flat on the sand. Gohan gently forced his legs to his sides, effectively opening Trunks up for him. Another wave came up to Trunks’ waist, swirling around him before rushing back. The sun was nearly gone now, only a few rays thrusting up from the horizon, and the water was quickly cooling. Sea foam sprayed a bit higher, falling on his skin, leaving sparkling diamonds in Trunks’ hair. Gohan slipped the blindfold off and watched Trunks blink a few times.

“This might be more fun if you can see the waves,” Gohan said.

“You still have your clothes on.”

“Of course. It’s getting cool out here.”

“Man…I could’ve at least kept my jacket.”

“No, you look better this way.” A moment later, he opened his mouth and put his head in Trunks’ lap.

Now Trunks was glad the sand was so soft as he craned his neck and dug the back of his head into the shore. Gohan was a tease, but it was even worse since he couldn’t grab the back of his neck and force him to hurry up. Gohan’s hands slid up onto his thighs, stroking the soft exposed skin. Trunks writhed under him, straining every muscle to try and break the ropes. His feet arched and he tried to clamp his legs together over his lover’s head. He was held down easily, not even a distraction for Gohan. He groaned and shouted and whimpered, but nothing convinced Gohan to apply even a little more tongue.

Without finishing his work, Gohan raised his head and stifled a laugh when Trunks cried out in frustration. The necklace sparkled in the moonlight, and he reached out and traced it with a finger. At his touch, Trunks settled down but his breathing was still harsh.

“Having fun?” Gohan asked.

“Fun?” Trunks all but growled. “I swear, if you don’t finish me soon, you’ll be wearing this damn thing for a week.”

“Oh, I’ll finish you off soon,” Gohan said. “Before the night’s out.” He went down again, only brushing his lips against his lover and chuckling as Trunks starting struggling again. Or he would’ve been struggling if he wasn’t bucking his hips so much, trying to press against Gohan.

The tide had come up as far as it was going to, sloshing no higher than their waists, so Gohan needed something else to tease his mate with. He found it in the single rosebud he’d brought with him. Grasping the thornless stem, he tapped the tip of the bud on a nipple pert from the cool air. Trunks bucked at the light sensation, tightening his muscles so much that he had to release them fast, almost slamming himself into the ground. Gohan watched, fascinated. The ropes not only kept Trunks bound, but they also kept him from hurting himself since he couldn’t get much leverage in hitting the sand. He swirled the rosebud over Trunks’ chest, then brought it up his throat and chin, up to his lips.

Trunks moaned again. The soft touch felt like a kiss.

“Gohan…can’t you hurry up?”

“Sure I can. I’m just not.” He winced as Trunks started groaning again, his voice a low whisper. Gohan had a feeling that was all the strength his prince could muster right now. He grabbed a blue bandana and made a large knot in the center of it. When Trunks opened his mouth wide enough, he pounced, pressing the knot between his teeth and holding the sides down as Trunks tried to push it out. With little difficulty, he tied it behind Trunks head and pulled free any strands of hair he’d captured while tying it.

The furious glare Trunks gave him made him pale, and Gohan knew he’d better enjoy every minute of this because there would be hell to pay when the necklace came off. On the other hand, he had Trunks frustrated, teased to his limits, angry even…but not scared. The night was a success no matter how it ended for him. He tapped the rosebud on Trunks’ glistening tip. From the groan and the look on his lover’s face, it was going to end up bad for him.

Hoping to mollify his wrathful prince, Gohan set the rosebud aside and focused all his attention his lover’s pleasure. Finally he pushed his own pants down a few inches, freeing a painfully hard erection. He brought Trunks’ knees against his chest and leaned over him, pressing himself against his lover’s ass. The thick sea foam didn’t seem like lubrication enough, and though Trunks didn’t show any sign of pain, since he was gagged and Gohan was self-guessing by nature, he grabbed a small tube, the last thing from his pile, and spread the slick cream over himself. He gave an apologetic smile to Trunks when he heard his moan. Trunks didn’t like the way it felt, but he couldn’t protect himself with his ki right now and Gohan wasn’t about to hurt him.

Trunks couldn’t help a high pitched whimper as Gohan gently pressed in all the way to the hilt, then developed a steady rhythm. They rocked together, Trunks with his head to one side and Gohan with one hand wrapped around his lover, pulling Trunks toward completion.

They came together, but Gohan could tell from his mate’s reaction that his own climax was nowhere near as strong as Trunks’. The prince went as rigid as the metal around his neck, he screamed around his gag, then suddenly went limp, shuddering once as he caught his breath.

First Gohan used the seawater to clean them off and pulled his pants back up. Then he reached over and untied the gag. Trunks smiled and closed his eyes, resting while Gohan freed his legs first, then eased him onto his side and unbound his arms. They lay together side by side, staring at the stars.

“That was awesome,” Trunks breathed.

“Thank you,” Gohan said, tracing one finger over the thin rope marks on Trunks’ skin. “For letting me.”

“Thanks for not scaring me…” He turned his head to face him. “You did good. I was angry, but I trusted you.”

“Angry?”

“Yes, you little tease…you’re so in for when we get back to Capsule Corps.”

Gohan smiled. He couldn’t feel too worried about that. Maybe the punishment would be as fun as earning it was.

Author’s Note : Unwanted crossdressing, rimming & spanking

*****

“So I hear you are a fan of cross-dressing for strange and random men.” Gohan chuckled by the door way as the angry blue eyes shot up at him from across the room.

“What the hell are you talking about!?” Trunks had pushed his paper work aside on the table now. He had been working hard on trying to catch up on his work while at home since he didn’t get anything done at the office. Now that Gohan was standing in the door way teasing him, he seriously doubted that any work was going to get done.

“Oh you know,” he replied in a playful tone as he watched the lavender haired demi’s face turn into a deep shade of pink. “Pan told me all about it…”

At first Trunks was sure that he was going to be able to play this off and Gohan didn’t really know what he was talking about, but he was sure that Goku was probably there just to back up her words. He rolled his eyes and glared at the older demi in front of him. “First of all I’m not a fan of it and second, he wasn’t a man… he was a monster.” He sighed as he let his fingers comb through strands of his hair in frustration, “you would do something like that too if you had to save a bunch of people from that thing. In fact, Goku had done it once before as well…”

“Oh, don’t get so angry at me… and no, I don’t think I would actually. I’m smart enough to come up with better choices,” there was a smirk across his face which only suggested that he was only trying to anger him further.

“Right…” was the sarcastic reply before Trunks decided that changing the subject was for his best interest, “What do you have behind your back?” He had noticed the way Gohan was standing against the door with his hands behind him; it was obvious he was trying to hide something.

“Oh… it’s nothing really,” he straightened himself from the door frame and took the few steps to get up closer to the table. He held his hand up, showing off what he had been hiding with a shameless look sketched on to his face.

“No way Gohan!” He growled as he stood up and leaned his weight against the table, “You seriously don’t want me to wear that…?” He pointed at the outfit in Gohan’s hands, realizing what it was as soon as he saw it. On the contrary to popular belief of what normal perverts would want one to wear for roleplaying, it was actually quite different. Instead of it being some kind of maid outfit or school girl uniform – it was actually a dress, though it did have the Lolita pinch to it that made it something that was on the popular trend of being a perverts galore.

“Oh come on Trunks…” the fake pout almost seemed real, “If you are going to dress up for some random man… er, monster then why can’t you for me?”

Trunks stomped his foot in frustration and shook his head. “I only wore that to save that damn village! Plus, if you want someone wearing girl cloths then why the hell didn’t you just stay with your ex-wife instead of me!?”

Gohan’s face distorted in disgust at the mention of his ex, “I rather be with you than her! Ugh, besides I don’t want a girl,” he soon had a smile back on his face before speaking again, “It’s a lot more fun to have you dress up as one?”

“Do you have some sick fantasy that has to deal with humiliation?”

Gohan’s face dropped once again in a look of what could have been shame. Trunks snorted at his observation though, he was sure that there was no shame in the other demi. He was starting to realize something that he wish he had a long time ago. Gohan will go from shy to a pervert in the amount of time it takes to get to know someone comfortably. Of course, this was probably only ever done with Trunks, but it still was a really big realization for the younger male.

There wasn’t even an answer as Gohan shoved the dress to Trunks, making the other automatically grip at the material to retrieve it. For the first time in a really long time Trunks looked back at the older demi with disdain, he felt the sudden need to pull ‘a Vegeta’ and shout about how technically he was a prince of Saiyans too and that he shouldn’t have to do anything that Gohan wanted him to do – especially dress in such a way.

He couldn’t though. There was a part of him that knew Gohan didn’t ask for much when it came to sex. Gohan was actually a very selfless lover and he never asked for anything without Trunks provoking it first and making him beg. That was even very rare though and most of the time the older demi took his time pleasuring Trunks rather than being the one to have anything done for himself. In fact, before that day Trunks was starting to just think that Gohan wasn’t that sexual at all and only did it for his lover. That was the only reason he would even consider doing this for the older demi. He gripped the material in his hand has he growled, “Fine!” Without any more argument, Trunks had turned away and shut the bathroom door to get changed.

“Stupid Gohan…” He mumbled to himself as he stripped out of his clothing and stared at the dress that he had sat down on the counter. How could he want him to wear a dress? That stupid idea must have been brewing in the Son’s head ever since Pan told him that story with the monster. It was just stupid… really stupid. He had told himself that he would never – ever wear another dress again! He pulled the dress on over his head and yanked it down over his body. How the hell did he know to get this size anyways? What man actually knew how to convert their cloth sizes to women cloth sizes? Gohan couldn’t have tried it on, he was bigger than Trunks was and the lavender haired demi really couldn’t see Gohan even wanting to try it on – even for his sick fantasies.

He rolled his eyes and braved a look in the mirror, frowning at the site. It was even worse that Trunks had let his hair grow out and it was now shoulder length; just made him look more feminine. Why the hell did he have to have a shade of purple hair anyways? He wasn’t sure how he had gotten that way – maybe his grandpa? He didn’t even remember seeing a younger picture of the man in their scrap books; he had always looked that age from what Trunks could tell.

The dress was slightly tight around his hips and it didn’t flow very much from there. It came about mid-thigh. It was black, with surprising lavender trim and a lace crossing bow in the front – much like a corset. Was Gohan trying to get something that would match Trunks? “This is even stupider than I thought!” He growled at the older demi through the door. He opened it and glared as he went back into the living room to see Gohan’s face distorted into a very pleased manner.

“You better like it,” Trunks grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest as he looked away with a blush.

“You look very sexy Trunks,” Gohan assured and it was obvious by the face he was making. He looked like he could have been drooling, which just made Trunks want to punch him in that stupid looking face.

“You look stupid…” Did he really just say that out loud?

“What?” Gohan frowned at Trunks and walked up to him, his hands placed on the shorter demi’s hips as he pulled them closer together before he took his hand and pulled Trunks face to him by the chin, “don’t be sour Trunks. You’ll enjoy what I have in store for you.” That voice was so mocking as if Gohan was really going to do something humiliating.

Trunks let out a heavy sigh as he tried to relax in Gohan’s grip, “fine… Gohan, please just… just don’t make me feel anymore stupider.”

“But you shouldn’t feel stupid Trunks, you should feel good. You look so good …” Gohan’s hand that was on Trunks’s hip slid down and caressed his thigh, moving down until at the hem of the dress before his hand found its way underneath and came in contact with the tan flesh. He squeezed and drugged Trunks up against his body more as his hand went around to the back of the demi’s thigh and further up.

He moaned just by the feeling of having the shorter demi against him, which caused Trunks to look up surprised. Gohan really was enjoying this and too much… He bit his lip as he felt Gohan’s hand leave his chin and then to the neglected thigh, squeezing up the flesh until the hands made it to Trunks’s buttocks (amazingly enough Trunks had opted out on underwear) and squeezing more firmly – lifting up and causing the two demi’s to move against one another.

Despite how humiliating a dress was, the look on Gohan’s face was priceless. He was obviously very turned on already and Trunks didn’t even have to do anything yet. The younger demi lifted his thigh up and around Gohan’s waist, feeling his already forming erection grind against Gohan’s obvious, already stiff, one.

The older demi’s hand accommodated Trunks’s leg to help it stay on his hip as he still worked his right hand against the flesh of the younger’s ass. This time a moan escaped Trunks’s lips and he let his arms wrap around Gohan’s neck to hold himself up.

“Mmm. See, not so bad, hu?”

“Shut up Gohan…” Trunks rolled his eyes as the older demi paused his actions and removed Trunks’s leg from his hip, causing him to think that maybe he had done the wrong thing by saying that. Was Gohan mad? “Go…han…” his voice was barley a whisper as he looked up at the other male.

The older demi Saiyan chuckled and shook his head, “I’ve gotten ahead of myself there, haven’t I? I don’t want this to happen to fast Trunks – I want to take my time with you like this.”

Obviously there was more planned to this, hu? There was also the added fact that Gohan obviously realized that this was the one and only time he would be able to get Trunks to dress this way.

“Come over here Trunks,” Gohan said as he went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Once Trunks was standing next to the couch, Gohan reached up and pulled him gently down and guided him to lie over his lap, “here, lie down like this…”

Trunks looked over his shoulder at Gohan in annoyance. Why exactly was he lying face down on the couch and over Gohan’s lap like this? There wasn’t anything he could possibly think of that would come from it; except for some perverted groping that wouldn’t get Gohan off any time soon and it really felt like he needed that by the way his erection was pressed against Trunks’s side.

Yes, the perverted groping happened for sure – on his ass no less.

Trunks had to admit though – he enjoyed being touched in such a way. He could feel Gohan’s hands kneading the skin gently and then rough and then gentle again. He stifled a moan that tried to escape his mouth and ended up making a soft noise in his throat, which was enough for Gohan to know he liked it. All too soon the kneading motions ceased to exist and he hissed as he felt a sharp pain run up his back side. Gohan just… slapped him? “What the hell did you do that for?”

“You were being a naughty boy Trunks…” He laughed as he tried to tease the other, but those words sounded so wrong coming out of Gohan’s mouth. Another hiss escaped Trunks as Gohan smacked his bottom another time, “you shouldn’t tell me to shut up… so now you are being punished for it.

Definitely some kinky play Trunks had no idea Gohan was into and the younger demi blushed as he looked over his shoulder again just to see a resemblance in Gohan’s face with the tinted pink to his cheeks, “does that mean I’m going to be able to punish you for making me wear this stupid dress later?”

Gohan chuckled, but didn’t answer. That was yet, another thing that Gohan didn’t think about. This was all just spur-of-the-moment and a crazy fit to get out what had been on his mind for a while now. Trunks was just so perfect for something like this. He had to enjoy it eventually, he just had to.

Instead of answering with a direct vocal answer, he used a particularly hard smack against Trunks’s ass and grinned at the gasp and jolting movement that followed. Another came after that and was now causing the flesh to turn into a darker shade of pink, forming a bruise across the stinging skin. He rubbed over it gently before deciding that Trunks had, had enough abuse and moved to push one of the younger demi’s legs out of the way and over the side of the couch, causing him to squirm.

“Now what are you doing?” Trunks’s voice was husky and low now as he dug his fingers out of the cushion and waited for what was going to happen next.

“Oh, you mean you don’t know this one? I just need your legs spread Trunks, is it uncomfortable like that?”

It was strange to have one leg draped over the couch and the other over the side of the couch so that his knee was touching the floor, but now that he thought about it, there really wasn’t much room to spread his legs out very far on the damn thing.

With a shake of his head his eyes continued to watch Gohan as the other male smiled at him before slipping two of his fingers into his mouth and moistening them. The older demi was trying to put on a show and Trunks had to agree that it worked as he let his hips jerk against Gohan’s leg – feeling the cloth of the dress against his erection.

When Gohan deemed his job done with slicking his fingers he pushed them into Trunks’s entrance, spreading them out and stretching the younger demi. He let out a moan for himself as he pulled them out and slammed them back in, feeling the strained erection rubbing against his pants.

He pulled his fingers out once more and moved his position, sliding out from under Trunks and pulling the boy down on the floor with him.

The lavender haired demi Saiyan was now confused as he looked came in contact with the floor, “Gohan…?”

“Here, lean over the couch Trunks.” Gohan moved away from him and watched as Trunks leaned his upper body onto the couch and sat on the floor with his knees. Gohan made his way to sit behind the younger and pulled the slender hips up more and pull Trunks’s legs further apart, “don’t freak out okay?”

“Why! What are you going to do?” Those words weren’t really something he wanted to hear when they were in this position. What had gotten into Gohan that day? Did he watch some really fantastic porno that had all these moves in it or were they really just some pushed away kinks that Gohan had stored for the time they had been together?

He was tired of hearing Gohan chuckle at him every time he wasn’t going to give a direct answer before doing it. Trunks jumped when he felt the moist contact at his entrance and the flexibility that went along with the movements against his hole made it obvious what Gohan was doing. He groaned; his hips twitching to the delightful feeling. It was new – different and he was starting to wonder why he had never felt it before.

It was way too quick for the loss of the feeling and he whimpered without even realizing it.

“It’s okay Trunks… you’ll feel better again soon enough,” he heard the zipper of Gohan’s pants and the sound of them dropping, “I… just – I can’t… wait any longer,” then he was pushing in and moaning loudly as he felt the tightness engulfing him.

Trunks threw his head back as he let out a loud cry of his own. His hips automatically jerked as he felt the intrusion inside of him. There didn’t have to be any waiting after that. They had done this enough times that the younger demi was used to it. Not that it mattered; they didn’t have the perseverance to wait for it anyways.

Gohan bit down on his lip as he tried to gain some kind of control in the situation – at least enough to try and make some kind of pace for the two of them. That failed drastically though, but it didn’t matter. They both wanted it bad enough that a pace was the last thing on their minds as the both jerked their hips against the other. If it felt good, why bother with timing the other’s thrust?

It almost seemed like Gohan’s hands were everywhere at one time, pulling the dress up further and exposing as much of Trunks’s skin as possible. His fingers caressed every bit of it which caused the younger to shiver from the need that was building up in his groin.

A grunt escaped Trunks’s lips as Gohan gripped the back of his hair and pulled him up so that he could reach those parted lips that were letting out the heavy breathing. Their lips met as they both strained to reach the other.

The fingers untangled themselves from the lavender hair and caused Trunks to lose his balance and the younger demi caught himself on the couch as he shuddered. He tried to steady himself on one arm as he rested his upper body back on the edge of the couch and reached down to his throbbing erection with his free hand – jerking himself off for his relief. He felt the liquid spill over his hand and his body shook. The muscles clinching inside of him and around the older demi’s erection earning him a groan and quicker pace of jerks against his ass. Only a few minutes later when he starting to feel raw did he finally feel Gohan’s cum dripping down his legs and the other pull away from him trembling from his orgasm.

Gohan took a deep breath and leaned against the couch as he watched Trunks slide from the edge of the cushions and onto the floor, resting his head on Gohan’s legs. The younger didn’t even care if Gohan’s thighs were covered in semen and it possibly getting in his hair – the only thing he cared about when he finally was aware again was of that damn dress. He yanked it off without even pulling it over his head and tore it from him. He threw the left over material across the room and looked up at his lover.

“I’m going to get payback…”

“Mhmm, I’m sure you will sweetheart,” Gohan grinned at his own sarcasm as he looked down at the blue eyes.

“I have a feeling you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Trunks retorted as he moved his hand to hold onto Gohan’s arm and gripping it gently. He only got Gohan’s grin broadened in response to the question.

“Well, I’ll make sure I get you good…”

Author’s Notes: Done in collaboration with Dena.

*****

Gohan smiled as he entered the room and got his first glance at Mirai Trunks. The long haired Saiyajin Prince had been absent for two months to receive very specialized training. As he advanced, Gohan glanced in the mirror and caught his own reflection. He was dressed in skin tight leather pants that laced up the sides and revealed a tantalizing glimpse of his legs, and a short, sleeveless, leather mini-vest that laced up the front, and he finished off the look with knee-high, lace-up, black leather boots. His hands were covered with fingerless leather gloves and he carried a wicked looking riding crop in his right hand.

He advanced upon the kneeling youth in the middle of the room, and raked his eyes over the bared flesh before him. Mirai Trunks was gloriously nude, except for the marks of a sex slave that adorned his body. A slender leather collar encircled his neck, while both ankles and wrists were bound by black leather cuffs. His nipples were stiff and rosy and looked delicate surrounded by the metal clamps kissing them, and lastly, an impressive erection was imprisoned in a mini leather collar that kept him aroused, but denied release.

Mirai Trunks trembled slightly with excitement as he realized his master had entered the room. He felt the end of the riding crop under his chin urging him to raise his face and gaze into the eyes of his beloved. He had been Gohan’s lover for a year before they had decided to take this step and change the relationship. They soon had discovered that Gohan needed to fully accept his dominant side to fight back against the mental barriers that Chichi has methodically instilled in him during years.

Gohan had been very reluctant to the idea first, even when his lover had explained him he truly had enjoyed being submissive to his previous and now dead lover and actually enjoyed a little pain mixed with his pleasure since it intensified the feelings that being intimate evoked. But the succession of rising difficulties that were frustrating them both and fed his fear of losing his lover forever had finally convinced Gohan to give in and do what it took to save his couple.

Gohan took a moment to calm himself as he stared at his lover. Mirai Trunks’s long lavender hair was pinned up and he looked young, and vulnerable, and delicate; his expressive blue eyes seeming even larger. He ran the crop softly over the exposed flesh, enjoying the trembles and soft whimpers. He knew Mirai Trunks wondered if he would feel the kiss of the riding crop, but Gohan had no wish to welt or bruise that creamy, unblemished skin.

Gohan presented his booted foot to his slave and enjoyed the sight of Mirai Trunks kissing it lovingly before meticulously laving every inch of it with his soft, pink tongue. He gestured for Mirai Trunks to rise and ran his hands up and down the silken and muscled form before motioning for Mirai Trunks to follow him. Gohan attached a leash to the collar before informing his lover that he would be serving him and their close family at dinner tonight.

Gohan watched for a moment to see if Trunks would resist this, they had not discussed exposing his new status to the others, but Gohan was proud of his lovely slave and his beauty and wanted to show him off. “You may speak.”

Mirai Trunks thought for a moment, if he did this there would be no turning back. He wasn’t worried about Goten and Goku, they would probably be begging to borrow him. He was worried about his sire’s reaction. “Master, I’m concerned about how my father will react, that is the only hesitation I have.”

Gohan smiled as he replied, “Don’t worry Trunks, Vegeta has had a sex slave before, and has actually been one. He even explained to me that it was a saiyajin tradition on planet Vegitisei that the heir prince spent some time as slave to become a better leader later” He laughed aloud at Mirai Trunks’s shocked look. “I also told Goten and Otousan about this while you were at training and they are looking forward to seeing you, as a matter of fact they are glad that you have decided to do this. They like the schedule we have of complete freedom during the day, but at evening you begin your role as slave.”

Gohan led Mirai Trunks towards the dining room where the others were waiting; he couldn’t wait to see their faces as he presented his slave. His love was so beautiful and his submissiveness was positively intoxicating. Gohan smirked with satisfaction as he heard the gasps of the others as they saw Mirai Trunks. “Trunks, greet the others,” he commanded.

Mirai Trunks gracefully sank to his hands and knees and crossed the room to kiss the feet of each of the other saiyajins before returning to Gohan’s side, and rubbing his face against his master’s legs like a great cat.

Allowing Mirai Trunks to rise, Gohan lead the way into the dinning room. He and the other saiyajins took a seat as Mirai Trunks went into the kitchen to gather the huge amount of victuals needed to feed four starving saiyajins. He served each plate and filled each glass flawlessly, before kneeling down on a soft pillow between Gohan and Goten. As the others talked and ate from their plates, Gohan and Goten fed Mirai Trunks bits of food with their hands. He took the bites delicately into his mouth, sucking gently on the fingers to clean them after swallowing the food. As the meal progressed the sexual tension rose, especially for Gohan and Goten as Mirai Trunks licked, sucked and kissed the hands that fed him.

After the tons of dishes induced by a saiyajin meal were cleaned up, Mirai Trunks joined the others in the den. He sat on the pillow by Gohan’s feet as they discussed the advantage and inconvenient of various fighting techniques. Gohan gave permission for Mirai Trunks to speak freely as he was bombarded by questions about his training. Mirai Trunks’s silky skin was constantly caressed by Goku or Goten throughout the conversation. Mirai Trunks could see the looks of pure lust in the eyes of his stepfather and brother in law and knew Gohan would be receiving requests for his services soon. He wasn’t sure at this point if Gohan would be willing to share, but that was a debate for the future.

It was getting late and Gohan was more than ready to ravish his koibito, but first he wanted to give his family and stepfather a sight to take with them into their dreams tonight. Getting their attention he asked a question that stunned them but didn’t surprise Trunks at all, instead it excited him more than he already was. “I’m going to spank Trunks, not because he’s been bad but because it gives us both pleasure. Do you wish to watch?”

Goku just about creamed himself at those hot words. He saw a similar overpowering desire to see this in his son’s eyes and something close to pride in his lover’s ones. He practically purred his answer of “Yes!”

Gohan felt his pants become tight at the knowledge that he was planning to redden Mirai Trunks’s lovely bottom in front of the others. “Trunks go get the wooden paddle and bring it to me.” Mirai Trunks trembled in excitement as he retrieved the thick paddle and brought it to Gohan. Gohan gestured for Mirai Trunks to position himself over his lap… now the fun would begin.

Gohan gently drew Trunks’s hands behind his back and locked the wrist cuffs together. Slowly, he massaged the soon-to-be-abused flesh before raising his hand and bringing it down in a firm smack. Gohan decided to warm Mirai Trunks up with his hand before applying the stout paddle to let him know how much he had been pleased by his submissiveness. For several minutes all that filled the room was the heavy, excited breathing of their fellow saiyajins and the loud smacks as Gohan’s hand fell on Mirai Trunks’s vulnerable bottom again and again.

Gohan stopped spanking his slave with his hand when he had covered Mirai Trunks’s entire bottom and upper thighs and they were a nice, light pink. He had enjoyed Trunks’s whimpers and moans as he had applied his hand firmly to the rounded globes… now it was time for the paddle.

He presented the paddle to his lover who blushed brightly when he noticed his master had made engraved his name on the flat part that he’ll soon get spanked with. Gohan tremendously enjoyed the admiring kiss of devotion Trunks gave to the device of torment, then raised the wicked item and brought it down in a resounding SMACK.

Mirai Trunks cried out as he felt the first blow of the cruel paddle against his sensitive behind. His world narrowed to the burning feeling on his bottom as Gohan mercilessly rained blow after blow with the thick wooden paddle. He found himself moaning and crying even as he thrust his bottom up to meet the harsh blows. Dimly he could hear Goten, Goku, and even Vegeta giving Gohan encouragement and egging him on. With each skilful and painful blow his neglected erection rubbed on Gohan’s rock hard thigh and he drowned in bursts of intense pleasure. He heard his master’s voice tell him ten more licks would be applied to his delicate and already sore bottom and Trunks knew these would be the hardest.

Gohan smiled as he watched Mirai Trunks’s bottom go from light pink to a rich cherry red. He gave ten final blows, five to the sensitive upper thighs and five to the delicate under curve of his lover’s bottom. Gohan ran his hands over the burning hot flesh and snickered as he thought about liking freshly baked buns. He leaned over and licked the reddened flesh, savouring the moans of pleasure from his slave. His heart swelled with love and pride for the lavender haired beauty, Gohan gently drew Trunks up into his arms and headed towards the bedroom. He laughed out loud as Goten and Goku pounced on a stunned and obviously surprised Vegeta in a haze of lust that came from watching him lusciously reddening Mirai Trunks’s pert bottom.

He lay the handsome saiyajin prince in his arms on the bed and quickly began to kiss and suck on every inch of his soft and well muscled body, as he told him how pleased and proud he was of him. Trunks’s radiant smile was proof of how glad he was that he had pleased his master.

Mirai Trunks sighed with relief as his nipples were released from the tight clamps and that his sore and still burning bottom was lovingly laved by Gohan’s tongue. Strong hands caressed his chest, thighs and stroked his engorged arousal. Trunks thrust helplessly into Gohan’s hand, desperately seeking release but the heartless hand pulled away leaving him unsatisfied. Trunks felt himself flipped over and was drawn onto his hands and knees. He felt oiled fingers carefully plunge into his depths and he cried out as Gohan struck that hot spot deep inside his body.

Gohan was in a frenzy he never knew before. He wanted nothing more than to thrust himself deep inside Mirai Trunks’s tight welcoming heat but knew he needed to stretch his love first. He was always careful with Trunks and made sure he never did anything to actually hurt the saiyajin who held his heart. Soon the slim and well muscled youth beneath him was ready and he plunged deep inside of him until his heavy balls struck the cherry red bottom and his lover cried out in pleasure and pain. Gohan was so aroused that he immediately began to thrust hard into the soft body, hitting the prostate with each perfect thrust.

Gohan knew he wouldn’t last long. The feel of Mirai Trunks’s hot bottom and silken depths were getting to be too much. Reaching around, he released Trunks’s erection from its confinement and began to stroke it in time with his powerful thrusts. After only a few seconds he heard that breathless alto begging to be allowed to cum. Gohan gave his permission as with a final thrust, the two came together.

Gohan and Mirai Trunks laid sated and exhausted in their shared bed cuddled against one another. “I love you Gohan,” came a soft sleepy whisper.

“Ai Shiteru Trunks-koi,” came the loving response. Both settled down to sleep full of love and satisfaction.

Author’s Notes:  If you don’t like pain, you might not find this story particularly appealing, so please keep that in mind when you’re reading it.

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It’s nights like these when I feel peaceful. Not that kind of mindlessly happy peace that others feel, but a kind of melancholy peace that fills me with lazy sadness that I’ve always found healing. Nights like these when the moon is full and overcast with a gray blanket of clouds and a creeping chill in the wind that speaks to me of broken childhood dreams, and ghostly memories that pass before my eyes and stir in my brain almost unbidden. When the rain begins to splatter onto the ground, moistening the soil, cold and wet, it always reminds me of spilled blood and death. These are most of my childhood memories; Death, blood, training, and my mother screeching at me to get my schoolwork done. But I could never train or do anything productive on days like these, when my mind is flipping back and forth between the here and the now, the past and future.

I must admit I put on a good show in my youth and early adulthood. I never allowed myself to even contemplate who I am on the inside, so I think I deserve a little quiet time in my head. I think I knew from a very early age that my thoughts were different from others, and I usually didn’t even accept the similarities in thought pattern to Vegeta’s. Vegeta was damaged, evil, and incomplete. His need to be the strongest, his love of battling…these things were immoral. My mother wanted me to be a great scholar, wise and studious, and I did my best to please her because mother knew best – or so I thought. Those things were not the things I wanted to be though, and why the hell would I? I’m a demi-Saiyajin, and in my own right I am heir to the race’s insatiable dispositions.

My father’s personality is puzzling. It’s like he’s the anti-Saiyajin. Everyone expected me to be like him, only smarter. Happy-go-lucky with an angelic personality was that they wanted and I must admit, for a while that’s who I wanted to be. I always tried to smile, and I think in a way I am very much my father. Only I’m…impure, or I would seem so to them if they saw into my soul. There’s an appetite in me that feels so good to indulge in, but that I always tried to deny. I was miserable for so many years, bottling up too many emotions and thoughts because I was tricked into believing their fables of sin. Sin was anything that was easily attained, anything that wasn’t difficult or forced. Anything that required sacrifice and hard work had to have been good. I feel pretty dense now that I know it isn’t really darkness or evil that rests within me. It’s just a part of me. Being of Saiyajin blood means I’m not completely human and it’s only natural that I would possess different ways of thinking, a different concoction of light and dark forces in my soul. It’s hard sometimes, not being like all of them. We demi-Saiyajin’s are a race all our own, a concoction of human and Saiyajin DNA that makes us different from any other species in the galaxy. I haven’t even seen my mother and father in years, what with him being dead and all and her raising the twin eight year olds she adopted, Artemis and Apollo. I think she feels I’m a bad influence on them.

I’m looking out the window of the bus I’m riding as if it were a mirror, staring at the face that stares back. Once upon a time I would have been wearing my orange uniform and my thick black hair would be much shorter, but now I only dress that way when I make the trek to Roshi’s Place to visit my old friends, whom I see very little of these days. In fact, the only people I see regularly from those days are Piccolo, Vegeta, and Chibi Trunks. Yes, I call him Chibi, and he likes that. He’s quite the little romantic angel.

My face is rarely clean shaven anymore, and I always wear black eyeliner and a little dark eye shadow. It brings out my eyes, which are nice if I do say so myself. I’m much paler now, but that’s to be expected since I keep nocturnal hours. It’s been about three weeks since I was even awake at noon, but I’ve been told by Vegeta that it’s perfectly normal. Saiyajins become more nocturnal as they age, and I imagine when I’m his age, my eyes will be just as sensitive to the light as his are. I’m wearing black, loose, boot-cut jeans and no shoes or socks, which I’ll admit gets some looks. I don’t like wearing shoes anymore, and I don’t really need them. I know, I sound like a mental patient…but come on, I’ve been fighting wars all my life! Yeah, I have scars, and yeah I’m a little crazy, but I’ve earned the right to be myself. I’m not ashamed of who I am anymore. Ahem. The shirt I’m wearing is black and long sleeved – it looks good but it looks better on Chibi, since it belongs to him. I borrowed it about three years ago, and still haven’t given it back. It hides the old, rough, discolored scar tissue and fresh wounds my lovers and I have inflicted upon my flesh over the years and recent days. I started cutting when I was 14. Back then it was, I suppose, a way of letting some of the pain out without going crazy. My mother and the others just assumed they were from training or fighting one of our many enemies. Now I do it for different reasons, but it’s usually during sex that I bleed myself…or should I say others bleed me?

The rain’s stopped, and I love the feel of the cool water on my bare feet so I get off three stops early. I splash through the puddles, and it’s probably not doing my pants any good but oh well. It’s nights like these that I think about my lovers the most. I went to Vegeta first, right after I divorced Videl. I don’t know what drew me to the Prince, how or why he chose to comfort me like that, but he did and they’re good memories. I understand him better than his wife does, even she’ll admit that. Vegeta was born, believe it or not, with a pretty gentle soul that ended up getting beaten and broken. He puts on a good show, and he actually is an asshole a lot of the time…but who can blame him? He spent his childhood alone, frightened, raped and beaten, in the cruel hands of Freeza. I know Freeza played with his head, always telling him he was his favorite, and doing those dirty things to him all the while. It got to where he didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. He just shut down all emotional capabilities, and went through most of his life numb. With me, Vegeta was so gentle – almost like he was afraid of hurting me. I think he treated me the way he wished his previous lovers had, before Bulma. You’d laugh if I told you he purrs like a kitten and likes to be held, but it’s the truth. After awhile though, we couldn’t give each other what we needed, and we moved on to others, save for the occasional romp. I’m not even sure who he’s sleeping with these days.

Next came my little Chibi, who’s a bit like his father in that he likes to please his lovers before himself. He’s so angelic, so innocent in so many ways, yet worldly and tough in others. He’s actually kind of emotional and his feelings can get hurt very easily. He pretty much just bottles it all up though, and lets it out when he’s fucking. If he’s mad, he’s rough; if he’s happy, he’s gentle, get the idea? We don’t sleep together that often anymore – he’s dating Goten now, so it can get complicated. Mostly, we’re just friends. We talk more than anything, and just laze around. He’s a romantic at heart, and it pisses me off sometimes that my brother doesn’t bother to hide the fact that he sleeps around. It really hurts my Chibi, it makes him cry and it makes him drink too much and fuck people he has no business even knowing. I wish there was something I could do to make Goten see, but short of seriously kicking ass I don’t see a way.

Thinking of Chibi always directs my thoughts towards the only person I’ve ever truly given all of my heart and soul to…my Mirai Trunks. He came back for good right after his mother died, about two years ago. He’d promised her that he’d seek happiness in our time, away from the heartbreaking chaos of his own ruined world. He just showed up one day, smiling and laughing as if everything was fine. But I knew that song and dance, and I saw right through the mask that he wore. When I look into his dirty gray eyes it’s like looking into my own. His mother’s death did what nothing else was capable of. It broke him down and made him lose faith. It was saddening to look at this lonely man, haunted by too many bad memories and a lost childhood spent in fear and anguish.

I’d been divorced ten years, and wasn’t officially with Chibi or Vegeta, just content with the new book I was working on. I have to admit, I’d been having some nice dreams involving my Mirai ever since I first met him all those years ago. In fact, he was my first crush. I used to get off imagining that it was his hand sliding up and down my cock when I masturbated late at night in my teenage room. I gave up hope of ever seeing him again after I married Videl, then he waltzed into my life, with his puppy dog eyes and that look like he’d been kicked around one too many times. That silken, shoulder-length lavender hair, just aching to be touched and fondled was so irresistible that day. When we looked into each other’s eyes something stirred inside of us, and we just stared for what seemed an eternity. It was like we immediately knew each other’s secrets. I went to him that night and I ran my shaking fingers through his delicate hair. It was just as soft as I imagined it would be if not softer, and smelled like flowers and the salty ocean. I brushed my lips against his, caressed them lovingly. He slipped his velvety tongue past my eager lips into the cavern of my mouth. Our tongues danced greedily as we savored the distinct tastes of each other. He sucked on my tongue and I worshipped every inch of his skin with my hands. He had me on my knees sooner than any of my previous lovers, and I found myself kissing his feet and begging him to just fuck me as he sank his teeth into my shoulder like he does now. He didn’t draw blood that night, just nibbled and sucked and drove me insane. He was unyielding, demanding and rough but subtly gentle, like he is now. I was completely at his mercy when I’d intended it to be the other way around. I’d always been the dominant one in all of my relationships, except perhaps with Videl, the anti-Christ.

He made it clear as he whispered into my ear that night tickling me with his warm breath that Vegeta, Videl and Chibi had absolutely no claim on me, because I belonged to him now. Had anyone else told me this I’d have probably beat the shit out of them, or laughed in their face…but it felt so good to know that he wanted and needed me. I felt safe in knowing I belonged to something that wouldn’t judge me or try to mould me into something I wasn’t. He told me those things, trying to sound tough and in control, and he was to an extent. But he couldn’t hide the loneliness in his voice and the desperation with which he thrust into me. He’d been used his whole life, never in control of any situation, and he needed to know that he had control over me. He’s watched helplessly while everyone he’s loved has been raped, beaten or murdered…or just plain used him then thrown him away like an old rag doll. It took him a year to accept that I was truly in love with him, and for that first year he held me down so tight that I couldn’t have stopped him from fucking me if I’d wanted to. Some nights I would wake up and find him just looking at me, as if he had to make sure I was real.

I needed to not be in charge for once, to just hand myself over to someone else and be able to trust them wholly. I know he’ll never really, truly hurt me, and even if he did I don’t know whether I’d hate him. I just love him too much. Of course none of the humans know anything about any of this, not even Bulma. My mother thinks Mirai and I have resigned to be old spinsters and live together to escape loneliness, which is fine with me. I really couldn’t care less what they think these days. I have no idea what my father thinks, I haven’t seen him in years. I hear that some old wizard undid his brain damage, and that he’s off in some forgotten realm trying to collect his thoughts. I’ve also heard that the Kai’s are talking about bringing him to life, partly because he keeps blowing holes everywhere from training and mostly because he’s driving everyone crazy.

I’m on our darkened, quiet street now, almost to our two-story house. It’s four a.m., and there’s going to be hell to pay when I get home. I’ve done something I’m kicking myself over, I always kick myself over. I’m going to have to tell Mirai, and I can’t lie to him. I just damn well better set it up carefully to tell him, otherwise there’s going to be hell to pay. He’s been on edge lately; testy and volatile. It’s almost the anniversary of the other Gohan’s death. I know it’s hard for him, who can blame him? When he looks at my face, around this time of year he sees the other Gohan’s bloodied and torn body gasping for air. He sees himself burying the other Gohan, but in his mind I know he’s really seeing himself bury me. Fuck.

I had just woken up when the phone rang. It was Videl. I knew better than to even talk to her. I should’ve said I was busy or bleeding profusely or something, but I didn’t. I listened to her sob story about how lonely she was and could I please come over? I knew she just wanted someone to buy her some beer and give her money for whatever the hell she takes, because that’s what she wants half the time. I usually say no, mainly because pretty much everyone who knows the truth about her kicks my ass when I give in. She’s a whore – literally – an addict, and an all-around sadistic bitch that enjoys making me miserable. She was my Freeza, and she went out of her way to play mind games with me and drive me crazy. I’d sit there with the razor in my hand and then she’d do a 180 and suddenly be so nice, and I’d question everything and it was hell. I don’t know why I still listen to her, want to help her – Kami knows I shouldn’t. But she sounded desperate so I went over there without telling anyone and sure enough she started in on me. But see that’s the devious thing about liars, they can tangle the lies with truth so that you can’t tell the difference. I ended up giving her money, which I know she’s going to use to buy drugs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-drugs. It’s just when you see this girl who was so beautiful throwing away everything worthwhile in her life just so she can get stoned, it kind of brings out the nark in you. I promised both Mirai and Chibi that I’d hang up the next time she called. Mirai’s going to be pissed, and I’m going to have to wait to tell him until when he’s calm and back to his usual self.

The darkened street is eerily quiet as I walk to our two-story home. The only sounds are my bare feet splashing in the muddy puddles and my soft, rhythmic breathing. I amble up to the front door, lingering outside a little longer, savoring the serene atmosphere and the icy wind stinging my chilled face. I step up to our door, and turn the knob, assuming at this hour that Mirai is still awake. It’s unlocked, and I open the creaking door, walk into the pitch black entryway, and shut the door behind me with a soft whoosh and a click. I walk into our living room and my sensitive nose is immediately assaulted by the musty scent of sex that’s hanging heavily in the air. He’s either masturbated in here, or he’s been fucking someone recently. Either way, the scent immediately turns me on and I lick my dry lips. It’s so fucking pitch black in the living room that I can’t see a damn thing.

(a/n: Okay, this is where the PWP starts if you skipped ahead)

Suddenly someone with strong hands forcefully rips my shirt off with a loud tearing noise that cuts through the air (a/n: poor Chibi’s shirt!) and brutally shoves me flat onto the ebony, soft carpeted floor face first. My hands are jerked above my head and Ki cuffs are painfully snapped onto my wrists, effectively chaining me. Whoever the hell it is straddles me and their fingers tangle into my messy hair yanking my head back harshly. There’s hot breath tickling my ear when sharp teeth sink into my fleshy right earlobe. One sharp canine tooth barely breaks the skin, drawing a few tiny drops of blood. I yelp in pain and surprise, and a harsh voice whispers into my ear. It’s Mirai, only his voice is twisted cold with anger and a few drops of insanity. It’s a rather sadistic version of his dominant sex voice.

“Did you fucking think I wouldn’t find out wench?” He hisses into my ear with such venom that I cringe. He’s put up with this whole Videl thing so well, I guess his snapping was eventual. He’s not exactly the sanest guy, after all – just read his psyche analysis from Capsule Corp. All I know is this is going to hurt like only heaven and hell can.

He rises and deftly flips me onto my back. All I can see in the cold gloom are his shining, golden, luminescent eyes and bared fangs inches from my face. His hot breath washes over my face and I smell sex on it as he straddles me, his hard cock biting into my hip pleasantly. His gray eyes, which remind me of a dirty window, bore down at me for awhile. He’s seemingly deciding what to do with me, when he leans down as if to kiss me. I open my mouth willingly so that he can slip his velvety tongue in. Instead he nips my lip rather hard, almost drawing blood. He coarsely unbuttons my pants and I raise my hips to allow him to slide them off, knowing that if I don’t I’m going to get slapped in his current mood. He’s in ‘I’m your Master, bitch’ mode. He gracefully wraps his smooth fingers around my hardening manhood and slides them up and down roughly. Gods, he’s just doing it to tease me with no intention of finishing me off. He uses his thumb and forefinger to delicately massage the head, and I moan involuntarily. My moan turns to a soft whimper when he replaces his fingers with his wet, silken mouth forming an ‘O’ as he sucks on just the tip, teasing me mercilessly. He removes his moist warmth all too soon and places a cock ring around my dick near the base to stop me from going soft. I figure I’m in for a roughly pleasant night, though if he were feeling really naughty he’d have my ass bright red from one of his many whips and paddles by now.

He rises and I groan as he gruffly yanks me up by my hair. Boy, am I glad we had the house sound-proofed. He half drags me stumbling into the hallway leading into our bedroom and I lick my lips. We reach the bedroom and he flings me down onto the cold, tiled floor with a wet slap. The cool tiles make me shiver, which was the idea when he tiled the bedroom in the first place. The room is lit by numerous raven and bruise colored candles of various sizes, giving off soothing, flickering glows. I’m panting, lying on my stomach while he’s fumbling for something. He removes the cuffs from my aching hands, bending down to violently spank me HARD with a resounding, fleshy slap leaving what I imagine is a nice crimson mark on my cheek sending a shock of pain and pleasure through my ass. He kicks open my legs, spreads my cheeks apart and drives a dry dildo into my asshole so hard and far that I howl in pain. Not only did he not bother to lubricate the damn thing, but he didn’t even stretch my ass just a little and it ripped past the rings of muscle inside me, sending a searing pain through my rear. I tear up a little.

“Trunks! What the fuck are you -” I begin but am quickly silenced when he slides it back out and plunges it in again even harder than before, sending more white hot pain shooting in my asshole. I’m suddenly painfully aware of every inch of sensitive tissue inside of me. I bite my lip to keep from screaming when he repeats the process seven more times. The last time he thrusts in he slaps my ass again, and the pain is almost unbearable because it’s amplified by the reverberation.

“DID I give you PERMISSION to call me anything but MASTER you little fucking bitch?” He hisses at me through clenched teeth. Again he painfully slams into me, this time not letting my muscles relax by holding it in as far it will go. My stomach is starting to cramp from the pain and a tear slides down my cheek. This is getting too rough, damn it!

“I ASKED you a question! Did I give you permission to call me anything but Master?” He says to me again, calmly, as if he were asking about the weather and not torturing my ass.

“No Master, you did not give me permission. I’m sorry, please forgive me, it won’t happen again.”

“You’re a disgustingly tainted slut. You are nothing but a filthy, lying, disobeying whore that’s only good for one thing, aren’t you bitch?”

“Yes, Master.” Gods, call me perverse, but I get so hard when he talks to me likes this.

My body has begun to get used to the intrusion that was so abusively given to it. When he slaps me again it stings all the same but I feel that reverberation with a tingle of pleasure mixed with the pain.

“You disobeyed me, didn’t you, you filthy little cocksucker?”

“Yes, Master.”

He slaps my rear again.

“Are you going to do it again?”

“No, Master.”

Slap.

“And when I tell you to do something, you’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He plunges the dildo in and out of my ass four aching times.

“You’re damn fucking right you will, and my name is Master – USE IT! And right now you’re going to beg me to forgive you.”

“But, let me at least explain -”

I earn another stinging whack and ten more pleasurable yet achingly soft thrusts into my backside.

“Tell me Chibi, do you think we should waste OUR TIME listening to his pathetic fucking excuses?”

I blink. What the fuck? Chibi Is here? I blush a deep crimson as blood rushes to my face and twist my head around trying to find him. I expect my little Chibi to mumble or stammer some reply, but the cool voice that calmly replies startles me, and I realize that they’ve probably been discussing this all night, so he’s had time to prepare. Or maybe I was naïve when I thought he wasn’t into this kind of roughhousing.

“No, I don’t think we should listen to him. I think you should pound that dildo into his ass until he either bleeds, screams, or passes out. Then let him beg for forgiveness.”

Oh Goddess, I have a feeling this is going to be hell. He pulls back out once again and pounds back in, my muscles rippling, making me bite my lip to stop from moaning or screaming. He thrusts in and out over and over for I don’t know how long. If I were fully human I’d probably have passed out by now, but I’m somewhere in that chasm that is pain and pleasure combined. My ass is thoroughly stretched and the pain and pleasure concoction has given way to pleasure tinged with pain and the aching need to be released but knowing none will soon come – no pun intended.

“Do you have any more excuses for me?”

“No, Master.”

“Good. Now beg like the slut that you are.”

“Master, Please, I am very sorry I disobeyed you. I WAS SO BAD AND I promise it won’t happen again! Please forgive me! I’m begging you please…no more torture.”

“He doesn’t seem very sincere to me, Mirai. I think you need to fuck him in the mouth hard. Make him gag.”

What the fuck is going on here? Since when does my angel Chibi want to see me gag? Okay, so I’m a little preoccupied with my very erect and very ready cock and the beginnings of knots in my stomach, and I MUST be bleeding after that, but I still have time to wonder. How the hell did they find out about today? How the hell did they come about planning this out? Have they been screwing behind my back the whole time? Isn’t that a little twisted? The dildo is still deep inside of me when he gruffly flips me over onto my back. Excitement shoots through me. I knew I shouldn’t have gone to her, and I did it anyway, and I feel bad. But hey, if this is going to be my punishment every time, I think I’ll be calling her from now on.

He’s standing over me, I’m looking up at him, and our eyes lock briefly. His are sparkling with lust. He licks his lips as he looks me up and down greedily drinking up the sight of my naked flesh. He’s completely naked, his muscles and scars look absolutely fucking gorgeous in the flickering candlelight as they always have. His…naughty bits are clean shaven; his large throbbing cock is hardened and erect. I want that cock in me instead of this fucking piece of plastic. I feel another wave of desire through my discomfort as he flicks his tongue in and out of his mouth teasingly. My cock is painfully hard now. I hear Chibi moving off of the bed, his feet padding to me, and then he’s standing over my face, also completely naked, and he’s just as beautiful as his older counter-part. His hair is shorter, a slightly darker lavender being younger than Mirai. He’s looking down at me, smirking, and his hard member looking tantalizingly tasty.

Chibi grabs me coarsely by my arms and hauls me onto my knees. Moving closer so as to support my body unwaveringly, I can feel the warmth of his body behind me. His cock is digging into my back, he smells of sex, and my imagination runs wild wondering what these two did before I came home. He takes one rough, calloused hand and places it on the back of my head, tangling his fingers into my black, dampened hair. He holds my head firmly and all the while Mirai has watched this, finally stepping forward he slaps me across the face with a loud thwap, leaving a stinging red mark across my cheek. He brings his glistening cock to my lips, and sneers.

“Suck on it, dirty wench, suck on it or else I’m taking you down into the basement, chaining you to the wall, and beating you within an inch of your life. I’ll let Chibi fuck you with everything he can find. A broom, his fist – I don’t really care. We’ll make you bleed, we’ll make you scream, and we’ll make you cry until you’re begging us to show mercy. Then we’ll do it all over again, until you break.”

His words send sparks of lust and desire throughout my entire body, my stomach flops, my cock twitches, and I open my mouth craving the taste of his salty flesh. Chibi shoves my head forward, viciously forcing Mirai’s pulsating cock into my mouth and into the back of my throat, gagging me. Chibi forces my head back and forth and to the side as I try to fight for breath. Mirai fucks my mouth hard, thrusting in and out with excessive force. The fleshy taste I usually enjoy is completely lost to me as I’m forced to give him head, choking and gagging. Through the onslaught I suck as best I can, trying to get my muscles to cooperate, knowing I’m going to be punished if I don’t. I’m apparently not doing a good enough job as Mirai yanks himself completely out of my mouth. He reaches back and violently brings the back of his hand across my bruised cheek hard enough to rock my head back despite Chibi’s hand. From behind, Chibi shoves me forward so that my forehead bounces onto the chilled tiles, sending an ice pick of pain through my head. He jerks the dildo from my ass then plunges three fingers into my bruised canal. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. He forms them into claws, scraping the walls, tissue and muscle ring, and it hurts like hell – which is what he’s going for.

“I think he needs more. I don’t think he’s learned his lesson.” Chibi coos at me.

His fingers thrust roughly in and out, a hellish pleasure. He slips in farther brushing my pleasure spot, and I moan loudly. This pisses him off, and he yanks the fingers out then rakes them down the cheeks of my ass. I hiss at the pleasing, burning sensation, and he slaps me ten hard times across my backside. Yanking me up by my hair, he twists my head so that I can see into his eyes.

“Open your mouth, my little whore.” Mirai says, and I do as I’m told. Chibi spits into it with a snarl. He snaps my head back so I’m facing Mirai now. Mirai leans down and spits into my mouth as well. He roughly grasps my chin in an iron grip, sneering with disdain.

“That’s more than you deserve to taste. That wasn’t near good enough, and when I tell you to suck with that mouth of yours, I mean suck as if that pretty little ASS of yours depends on it – which it does if you EVER want to be able to sit down again. Don’t forget, you are nothing but the son of a third-class moron, and we are the sons of the Prince of Saiyajins. You should be thankful we even bothered to spit into that despicable, filthy whore’s mouth of yours. Now swallow it, and thank us.” He snarls at me, and I dutifully swallow.

“Thank you Master, thank you Chibi. I’ll try harder.” I whimper pleadingly.

The dildo is harshly shoved back into my ass which is nicely stretched. I can’t do anything about my throbbing erection but clench my ass, causing more movement with the dildo. Chibi’s hand returns to clutching my head. Mirai’s cock is placed back on my lips, leaking creamy liquid from its tip. I suck it in, but this time I close my eyes. I block out the smell of his precum on my lips, the dildo in my ass, Chibi’s hands twisted into my hair forcing me to swallow; I block out everything in the world but sucking on his wonderful dick, savoring the taste. He roughly slides in and out of my mouth, the leaking tip brushing the inside of my cheeks and tongue. He’s close to coming when he suddenly pulls out and smirks at me.

“You’d like me to let you drink my cum, wouldn’t you? You’d love to swallow every drop.”

“Yes, master, I want to so badly.” I sort of half-whisper, trying to catch my breath.

Again I’m slapped across my face.

“As if you deserve to taste MY cum in YOUR filthy MOUTH, you disgusting little tramp. Take him to the wall and chain him to it.” He instructs Chibi, who complies by yanking me to my feet and shoving me to the other side of the room against the wall, our cocks bobbing with the ragged movements. The chains on the wall were obviously installed by them, and they are positioned so that the person chained to the wall has a perfect view of the bed on the right side, and vice versa. He lifts my arms and shackles me to the wall, adding Ki to the specially-designed chains to that I can’t get free. Mirai walks to the bed and splays out, waiting for Chibi. Chibi walks to the bed and straddles Mirai’s legs, his face mere inches from his throbbing erection, poised to begin sucking his older-selve’s cock. In my lust-filled haze I wonder if this is masturbation, since technically on a genetic level they’re the same person, but I’m far too horny to even care.

“You see, if you’d been good this could’ve been you. Now what did I tell you not to do?”

“You told me not to go to her, Master.”

“Why did I tell you not to go to her?”

“Because she makes me feel bad, Master.”

“And you’re going to listen next time, aren’t you?”

“Yes, master. I promise.”

“Good boy. Now watch.”

And with that Mirai sighs, sliding his fingers into Chibi’s soft lavender locks, gently guiding his mouth downwards to his need. Chibi wraps his mouth around Mirai’s manhood, gently sucking on the tip with wet sucking noises. I shiver at the pleasurable sounds. He gently moves Mirai’s cock aside a bit in order to better get at the fleshy bundle underneath it. He tenderly sucks a ball into his warm, moist mouth, massaging it with his tongue. His other hand is running up and down his older self’s shaft, causing the man to moan and buck his hips into the grasp, his face contorted in pleasure, his eyes locked on mine. We stare at each other. God, this is torture. My balls must be blue by now, and I don’t know how much longer it’ll be until I start begging. Patience has never been my strong suit, not with an oddly erotic and torturous show like this.

Chibi removes his mouth from the dampened package. He teasingly runs his tongue from the base of Mirai’s cock to the tip, massaging the head with his thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile I’m clenching my ass thoroughly enjoying the sensation of that dildo in me, wishing I could ride it, but knowing if I move my hips I’m going to be punished harshly. Chibi moves his hand up and down Mirai’s shaft, and sucks the tip into his mouth with a wet sucking sound. He bobs up and down, the cock sliding in and out, as Mirai’s eyes turn to slits under the waves of pleasure shooting through his belly like wildfire. At last Mirai bucks into Chibi’s mouth wildly, his body shuddering. His seed shoots into Chibi’s sweet, hungry mouth. He lovingly drinks it, savoring the taste on his tongue as if it were a fine wine. Chibi is now, like myself, painfully hard, and he rises from the bed, licking the stray droplets from his chin. He walks over to the nightstand, where an odd shaped metal dildo with two prongs on its ends sits. He lays it on the bed, as well as an odd looking hammer which was also on the nightstand. He stalks towards me, crushing his lips to mine, darting his tongue past my lips and into my waiting mouth. I taste Mirai’s cum, as our tongues dance merrily.

He removes the chains from my arms and reaches behind me to slide the dildo out of my ass, tossing it onto a chair that sits in the corner. Mirai slides to the other side of the bed to accommodate me as Chibi guides me to our bed. He removes the dildo from my ass and tosses it onto the table by the window. He guides me to the bed where I climb in beside Mirai.

“I want your loose asshole in the air ready for the fucking.” Mirai instructs as Chibi reaches over to the dresser and removes a bottle of lubricant then pours some onto the dildo, tossing the bottle aside. I do as I’m told and immediately Chibi is over me, smoothly sliding the metal dildo into me like silk. The icy metal moving against the burning walls of my ass is so orgasmic that I half-moan, half-sigh in relief and pleasure. A shiver dances down my spine. I can’t really see from my position, nor can they see my face, so Mirai lies down beside me; his face inches from mine, smirking. His eyes are sparkling mischievously, all of the anger gone. This is going to be good. Chibi strikes both of the prongs on the end of the dildo with the hammer.

Oh my gods. The rippling sensation is incredible, and the way it vibrates against my pleasure spot…it’s indescribable. Incredible shockwaves of pleasure roam throughout my ass, my entire fucking body nearly convulses. My cock twitches, I moan loudly, arching my back. I’m panting riding the waves. Mirai moves his head slightly under mine and kisses my lips tenderly, then my eyelids; my cheeks, my forehead, the tip of my nose. Chibi taps the prongs again, and again, and again. I’m going to cum any minute, I know it. Finally the vibrations cease, and I’m barely holding out. Mirai tugs on my balls and sends a little Ki jolt through them at the same time, taking away from the previous pleasure in order to stop me from cumming. Mirai is hard again.

“Would you like me to remove the ring?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you want to come now?”

“Yes, please Master.”

“Do you want me to pound my cock into that nice, third-class, loose ass of yours?”

“Yes Master!”

“Good boy.”

He removes the ring from my dick gently, and Chibi slides the dildo out, rises and places it back on the nightstand. Chibi then moves to the other side of the bed where Mirai lies, and sits down. Mirai crawls behind me and positions himself above me, spreading my cheeks. He runs his tongue erotically up and down my crack, tantalizing me, making me moan. Chibi is beside me fondling his own balls, staring at us in complete lust. Mirai’s wet, velvety tongue dips into my stretched asshole. I buck against his tongue as he dives in and out of the sensitive hole, a passionate fire growing in my belly. My balls are already so tight, I’m just about to cum but I hold out. I want him in me. He removes his tongue then flips me over so that I’m facing him. Chibi takes my hand and places it on his cock, covering my hand with his own, guiding it, pleasuring himself. Both of their eyes are glazed and mirror my own. Mirai lifts my hips and places something much harder and larger at my asshole, then slides into my ass fast, as far as he can. His balls slap my rear. I arch into his cock, because this is what I’ve been waiting for. I’m aching for release. His hands grasp at my body, holding me firm.

He slips his tongue into my mouth as he thrusts, moving his mouth to my shoulder and biting down hard. I cry out with pain and desire as his teeth break the flesh, drawing coppery blood. He sucks at the sensitive wound, suddenly shifts position and pounds into my ass hitting my pleasure spot every time as he knew he would. In and out, in and out he thrusts, sensations racking my body as I tremble and writhe underneath him, moaning his name. Chibi is lying beside me, masturbating with my clenched fist. His face contorts, and he cries out as he cums, shooting his load on all three of us. My hand slides off his softening cock and I rub his balls briefly before moving my hand to my own balls and cup them. I massage and play with them while Mirai pounds into my aching ass. He slams into me with such force that the bed, so well constructed, slams against the wall with a loud thwack.

The pressure in me is building, the pleasure mounting, and my balls tighten. I finally reach the blackened edge, cumming on us both, screaming his name as I do. I’m riding out the orgasm when he slams home and unloads into my ass, squirting his seed inside me. We both pant for a moment, our cocks softening. He kisses me softly on my lips then slides out of me. He lies down between me and the sleeping form of Chibi. Poor Chibi, he looks exhausted.

“Well I know why I’m tired. I’ve been screwed over by sick fucks all day. But what dirty things have you done to angel Chibi in our bed to make him pass out like that? You’ve corrupted him, haven’t you?” I ask my lover jokingly as his seed drips out of my ass, soiling the bed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” He playfully replies, his eyelids drooping sleepily. I gaze lovingly into those clear, gray eyes. I summon a light wind that blows out the candles and fills the room with their smoke. It tickles my flesh. He drapes his arm across my stomach and rests his head on my chest tenderly. I kiss his head and he nips at my sensitive flesh lazily. I feel Chibi shift in bed, and knowing him he’s spooning my Mirai’s form. What a night.

“Goodnight Mirai. I am sorry you know. I shouldn’t have gone to see her. I just can’t help wanting to help her.”

“I know, I don’t understand but I know. Goodnight, Gohan. I love you.”

“I love you too, you sick fucking bastard.”

“Bite me.”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Mirai Trunks / Teen Gohan, and Mirai Gohan/Teen Trunks

Time set present– A few years after the Cell games.

Time set future – Before Gohan loses his arm in battle with the Androids.

Name honorifics:  Trunks -kun = Teen Trunks / Teen Gohan = Gohan-kun.

Author’s Notes : This story is brought to you to commemorate Boxer & Rice 10th Anniversary. Please read and enjoy!!

Special thanks go to my dear friend Art by Selene 18 . For her help during the creation of this fic.  Look at her awesome works.

Dragon Ball Z Kai  ©Akira Toriyama/Shueisha/Toei Animation.

This is a fan work, for fun only. No profit intended.

*****

The cold and clear night sky was beautiful that evening.

A sea of stars was twinkling merrily over the velvet darkness.

The power at their compound had been cut earlier other days and the humble light of some candles shyly illuminated Gohan’s scarcely furnished room.

It was because tonight was special; Trunks -kun had been waiting for it eagerly that spring. Tonight would be the passing of the Suisei jikan kibou, a comet that made its transit over the Earth on strange intervals of 23 and 9 years.

Gohan had told Trunks -kun that it was a special comet, one that brought hope in times of need. A comet that he last saw as a boy in the company of his father.

“Not long before you were born…” Gohan said to his young disciple, lost in memory lane.

Trunks -kun smiled. He loved to hear those old stories, from the time when Gohan was younger. He wished to have lived in that time. When the world was a little brighter. But, he also desired something more.

“Have you thought on your wish?” Gohan asked. Trunks -kun nodded.

With a wishful sigh, and a dream in his heart, the young half-saiyan leaned over the window’ sill. Looking eagerly at the sky.

At the Son’s home, a similar situation was taking place.

Trunks were lying comfortably on a long beach chair, on the backyard of the Son’s family home. Gohan-kun was fussing over a portable telescope.

“The Suisei jikan kibou will have come and gone before you are ready with that bloody apparatus, Gohan-kun…”

For reply, Gohan grunted and gave his older friend (not so much older than him) a half grin.

Trunks had decided to take a small break from his duties in rebuilding West City in his Future, and had come to stay over with Goku’s family. Yet, Goku was out with his wife, visiting Trunks’ parents. That left Gohan-kun to mind the house, and gave him a special chance to be alone with Trunks.

Gohan-kun finished placing up the recording camera on his tripod, set the record button on, and hurried back into the house, bringing up some refreshments for his guest and himself.

While leaving the tray with snacks next to Trunks, Gohan-kun soon found he was staring at Trunks bare chest.

Trunks had been gone a few years, but it was clear he kept training. He was in perfect shape, and Gohan-kun had to swallow hard. Because he just found that body very desirable.

It had been a small shock for Gohan-kun to realize that he had started to have feelings for Trunks, specially when Trunks told him about the time Gohan himself, at least an adult version of him, had been Trunks mentor.

Gohan-kun sometimes fantasized what it would have been like to watch over younger Trunks. And he wondered if Trunks younger self ever felt the same way as he was feeling now…

“It’s about time!” Trunks voice brought Gohan-kun back to reality. “Do you have a wish ready?”

“Yes, I do.” Gohan-kun smiled.

The Suisei jikan kibou’s light started from the horizon on the west, the comet’s tail shining in a bright display of white and blue as it crossed the sky majestically.

In the bleak future, Trunks -kun clasped his hands tight.

In the warm past, Gohan-kun focused his eyes and mind in the travelling star.

At the same time, both youths were standing by a window, in different eras, both lovesick and horny, had the same wish.

“I wish HE would love me…”

WHAM! –

Trunks -kun fell into the room, past a very startled Gohan-kun.

Gohan stumbled down, and was shocked when he realized there were two strangers in the same room.

Trunks was the first to react, ready to kill the intruders; his ki gathering in his hand, a heartbeat later Gohan was in the same position, and his hand was readying a ki-en-zan.

It was both teens, which quickly realized what’s going on.

“STOP!”

Both adults stared at each other in turns.

Something had happened and it was not time traveling…It was like if an invisible door had united both their rooms. When Gohan-kun turned, he noticed the scarcely furnished room, the lit candles that belong to another house that wasn’t his own, as if it that had become a natural extension to the room where he and Trunks were standing.

“Is this for real?” Trunks-kun stared at Gohan-kun in awe. Both teens were shaking with excitement, but the adults behind them were horrified.

“Trunks?” Gohan was shocked. This was his Trunks, the little Trunks that always needed to be comforted when he woke up scared at night. No longer a young lad whom he had to protect, but an able man.

“You are here…whole…” ­–and alive– Trunks thought. Then, he gasped and leaped to him, a trace of anger in his gestures.

“You fucking idiot!” he yelled, grabbing Gohan by his gi, desperately.

“I thought you were –! I’m so happy…I’m afraid…” Trunks couldn’t continue the knot of pain and happiness in his throat was threatening to choke him.

Gohan held Trunks in a furious embrace, with a warm smile. “I was afraid I could never see you like this…” –like a man– Gohan thought.

The shooting star had for some miraculous reason created a time zone for them.

Gohan coughed, making everyone pat him attention. He blushed.

“I think, that some how the comet has granted our wish. Trunks-kun and I… we both wished to tell you how we feel…”

Trunks continued, blushing and feeling just as shy, “This might not last long… and it would probably dissolve as soon as the comet finishes its transit.”

“The Suisei jikan kibou…” Gohan said, smiling. “The comet of Hope in times of need…Yes, I can believe this is a miracle.”

For a precious moment, they would have a full night together…

Inspired by Gohan’s words, both teens spoke their hearts desire to the other adult their feelings.

“I… I really wanted you. No, not only want…” Gohan-kun said to Trunks. He was blushing “However, I should confess I tried to cover my feelings and concentrate on training.”

“I see.” Trunks smiled, gazing at that young lad, the proud son of the powerful Son-Goku.

“I… I really do not know what to say” Trunks said, caressing Gohan-kun’s face.

“Please, don’t speak.” Gohan-kun replied “This… this is something that left all us speechless…”

Meanwhile, Trunks-kun was silent. He was gazing at Gohan, coughing a few times, trying to fight his nervousness.

“Come on, do not be shy” Gohan said in a gentle voice that melted Trunks-kun’s  fear away.  “Let us take advantage of this miracle…”

Trunks-kun gasped, and then jumped to embrace Gohan. He rubbed his still young body against his… friend – soon to become something more –strong muscled body.

It felt as good as he dreamed. Even more.

“I think this is a good answer…” Gohan said, until he felt something “poking” against his abs “I really must say that is A NICE ANSWER!”

Then, the ice melted, and everyone laughed.

“Let me see if this teen is as hot as I think he is…” Trunks said, tugging against Gohan-kun’s pants. Something was protruding, and by the size, it was nothing to be ashamed off.

“I was not wrong after all…” Trunks said licking his lips.

Gohan-kun felt Trunks lips pressing forward over his own in a wild hunger. Such was the urgency of his body, so strong insistent sucking and bites over his neck. Wishing to tear the skin and drink his blood. The feeling was intoxicating.

Gohan approached them, grabbing Trunks by the hair, he crushed his lips in a demanding kiss.

“Don’t you think I get first dibs?” He said with hoarse voice.

Releasing his young lover, Trunks held Gohan from behind and raised his arms over his head. Gohan was immobilized. His chest rose over and over because of the heavy breathing. His arousal and lusty body were completely exposed before his young alter ego.

“Gohan, you’re so beautiful. I have been never attracted to another man, just you.” Trunks delivered clumsy kisses all over Gohan’s face.

“Your body, your fire…” Trunks rubbed his erection between his Master’s thighs.

“I have always wanted you from long ago” Gohan nodded, immersing himself in the bliss of having loved disciple devoting to pleasure him. With his eyes, Trunks told Trunks-kun to get closer.

“Take a good look at him. Is he how we imagined him?” Trunks said with a mischievous grin.

“This is our sensei. It is fair to show him our devotion…” Trunks -kun nodded, posed his hands over Gohan’s powerful chest. In silence, he used his fingers to study the small hard nipples.

“Gohan-san itadakimasu…” Trunks -kun whispered and fastened his mouth over a nipple, teasing the bud, sucking and pulling it between his teeth, enlacing a groan of pleasure from Gohan’s body.

A couple of feet aside, Gohan-kun watched in rapture the assault to his older self’s body. The way his back- his own back- was arching, the firm abs trembling under the assault of pleasure both Trunks were giving to each inch of his body…and below, between his legs, a neglected erection, red with lust and desperate in need of a mouth or hand to take pity on it.

<<I want… to participate too. Can’t resist…>> he thought, rubbing his hard-on, yearning for some attention. Then, he gulped. Had he fantasized about this? Did he?

“Gohan-kun, how selfish of you!” Trunks-kun joked, approaching his friend “Why do you jerk off when you can come over and offer yourself? Now, now, we will have to settle this…”

Trunks-kun smiled and used his strength to pull Gohan-kun on his lap, just like a mother would do to punish a naughty child. With his bare hand, he spanked Gohan-kun’s ass until it was shiny red.

“Hey, what are you doing, Trunks -kun?” another voice asked “Do not let us out of the fun!”

Gohan stepped in front of Gohan-kun’s anguished face and held his chin.

“I do not believe beating your ass is enough. Let’s see if you can suck like a real man…”

Gohan held his twin’s dark hair and pushed his manhood on his mouth.

However, the movement was so abrupt, Gohan-kun choked and tried to cough. The others let out a loud laugh.

“Come on, Gohan-kun. You are a warrior, you can do better than that!” said Trunks taunting him, laughing.

Gohan smiled and leant to meet his twin’s eyes. For brief seconds, they remained in silence… until Gohan spit at Gohan-kun’s face and licked his cheek.

“If you want to become an adult, just like you are seeing me, then grow up and suck!” he whispered. Gohan-kun considered his “own words” for a minute.

“You’re right…” he answered in a hushed voice. Closing his eyes, he positioned his mouth ready “Please, let me try again.”

“That’s so like me…” Gohan smiled in definitive approval. Once again, Gohan-kun’s warm mouth wrapped his member in its hot wetness. It was like masturbating himself; only in a way he never dreamed possible.

Trunks-kun whistled in awe, “Now talk about strict! And I thought I was being too rough!”

“You know nothing about being rough… ARGH!” Gohan moaned and held Gohan-kun’s head, the lad chew on the penis tip, and gave his older self’s member a hard tug and a slight twist; he knew how to make himself come fast.

Gohan let out a heavy groan and hot sperm shoot on Gohan-kun’s face. Soon it was covered with the white substance.

“You couldn’t resist doing that, could you?” Trunks said to Gohan-kun with a mischievous grin.

“No, I couldn’t” Gohan said, smirking. “Now it’s your turn guys. Trunks-kun and Gohan-kun. On your knees”

Both teenagers stared at Gohan, surprised.

“You have said it: it is fair you pay me due devotion…kiss my feet! Both!”

“But why?” replied a rebellious Gohan-kun.

The teenagers stared at each other in clear confusion. Then, a sudden spank from Trunks “woke” them up.

“Do it. Gohan is YOUR sensei, in some aspects.”

Still hesitating, the two young men kneeled and leant to kiss Gohan’s toes. Each took one, and sucked gently on a toe. It had an eroticism of its own, and soon they both were enthralled by the moans they could elicit from Gohan.

Trunks was smirking, glancing at his former teacher with evident satisfaction.

“You seem to need more devotion… sensei.”

Trunks captured Gohan’s arms up in a headlock, and assaulted his earlobe, leaving wet kisses down his jaw and neck. Rubbing his body against the warrior’s back.

Before the teen Gohan eyes, the show went on and on: Trunks captured Gohan’s mouth, and introduced 2 fingers, wetting them, and using these to roughly prepare Gohan. When the older man was moaning wantonly, Trunks grabbed both his ass cheek in his strong hands, stretched the opening and showed the lustful view to the both teenagers.

“Now watch…” Slowly, Trunks large and thick cock entered his master’s body. Gohan moaned and arched, his cock gave a jump in answer to the pressure filling him.

Gohan-kun felt his head boiling to the point it was going to explode. Without thinking, he knelt before Gohan and entered his older self from the front.

The electricity that ran through both of them found its resonance in a thundering roar of pleasure.

<<I am fucking myself…>> he thought in a rage of red lust <<But I can’t stop! >>

Trunks winked to his younger self, and the lad, positioned his throbbing member at Gohan-kun’s hole. He had spit over it, and although he knew it was not enough, he entered slowly, breaking open Gonah-kun’s virgin passage.

The tightness was maddening, and made it more so by Gohan-kun’s excitement.

Trunks hold to all his willpower not to come before he was fully inside.

Once ready, Trunks pushed and made both Gohans groan.

Trunks pushed forward and elicited a gasp from the other three men. It was an awkward rhythm of push and take, of grabbing and thrusting.

Their pantings became erratic, and Gohan came first, hard and loudly.

His hot cum shooting over his younger self’s chest and neck, smearing his own body. Trunks ordered the two other youth to stop. After sliding out of Gohan’s hole, he held his “entrance” wide open.

“This slut deserves a suitable punishment, so shoot your loads there, boys”

Gohan-kun was trembling at the thought of doing something so perverted. Trunks -kun grabbed his friend’s penis and thrust hard, Gohan imitated him and both came, shooting their lust into Gohan’s hungry hole. He ended up covered with a mix of his other self and young Trunks’ sperm. Trunks then pushed back inside, shooting his load and filling his mentor, his friend and now lover to the brim.

The night progressed with the four half-saiyans pleasuring each other in diverse ways, at one time, Trunks -kun playfully had attempted to use a lit candle to drop the melting wax over his older self’s navel, just to be restrained in time by Gohan and his younger self, and forced to receive a mind blowing blow job from Trunks, while both Gohans teased his body mercilessly.

The stars were shifting their dance in the night vault, and the comet was slowly moving to the east, the faint glimmer of the sunrise was delineating the horizon.

Trunks -kun and Gohan-kun were panting, both at their limits. They were back to back, their bodies united by a large double-end dildo that Gohan had brought from his mother’s room. Gohan-kun had been shocked at the view of the toy, but one look from Gohan told him not to ask questions he wasn’t ready for.

“Do not tell me you are seriously going to use that…” Gohan-kun said with a trembling voice.

Gohan stared at him a few seconds, then giggled. “Just watch, you’ll love this. I know dad did.”

Gohan-kun gasped in surprise; his other self lubed both tips and placed each one on both young teens hungry asses.

“Now you…push!”

The toy rough surface massaged their insides deliciously, while the force with which each of them pushed and thrust the fake penis into the other’s body soon brought the teens into a frantic rhythm, a silly competition to see whom could bring the other to an orgasm faster.

“Give! Up! Trunks -kun!”

–AHN!

“N-Never! You shoot!”

–GASP!

“I-I’m your sensei…do as I say!”

–NNH!

“I’m your sensei in this time, you cum first!”

– HII!

“You both are wrong. WE are your senseis.” Said Trunks, grabbing Gohan-kun by the chin, forcing his thumb into the lad’s mouth, keeping it open. Gohan did the same for Trunks ’ younger self.

“And you both talk to much.” With this, Gohan pushed his erection into his disciple eager mouth, and began to fuck him.

Trunks did as his mentor and soon the only sounds in the room were the moans and grunts from the four warriors.

Gohan reached forward, pushing Trunks-kun down and captured Trunks lips. They kissed, while holding the heads of their younger selves, and they fucked each other in an impossible paradox.

The comet’s light was beginning to fade. Trunks-kun was close to climax, he sucked fiercely on Gohan’s erection, his erratic moves told the older one that the boy would not last long and pushed forward deep, impaling the dildo all the way in and filling the Trunks’ mouth with his flesh.

Trunks-kun came hard, his fluids splattering over his chest. Gohan retrieved his organ, and fisted it hard once, shooting his cum over his beloved student face.

Trunks felt his penis pulse violently at that sight, and pulled out almost painfully, to shoot Gohan-kuns on the face.

The lad tried to lick the hot fluid splashing, and then his own orgasm hit, making him clamp his anus so hard he pulled the dildo out of Trunks-kun, sending the other into Gohan’s waiting arms.

Gohan-kun collapsed onto Trunks embrace.

They were all regaining their breath when the sunrise filtered in by the window. Like if they had been but a mirage, Trunks-kun and Gohan’s bodies became translucent.

The four lovers looked into each other faces, and sad smiles were there.

They were fading back into their own time of war and hardships, but before this ended, Gohan whispered.

“I love you.”

Trunks held back his tears, pressing Gohan-kun tight to his chest, and answered.

“I love you.”

The new day arrived. The miracle night ended. A wish that trespassed time and death had been granted, and only the future awaited them.

THE END.

HAPPY 10^TH ANNIVERSARY, BOXER & RICE.

Author’s Note: This story was written for the Spring 2009 Boxer and Rice fanfic challenge. The theme of the challenge was “Reverse Illustration” and this story is based on this fabulous picture by Lara Yokoshima. Please check out the pic and leave comments for the artist!

This is POV story about a longing so deep in the soul.

Chapter 4: Time chamber

Trunks POV

Days have gone by in this place and Gohan has gotten crueller by the minute.

When I awoke I realised father had sedated me putting me in here, looking around I found my self in eth sleeping area of the time room. Standing up I look around too see if I am alone, looking to the door I saw it was partly open that was a good sign as I move to eth white void where Goten and I spent a year training to fight Majin Buu.

Letting my body a just to the change in gravity I look around far off I see a figure walking towards me.

“Gohan” I whispered as eth figure came closer I stepped back his eyes were cold as he stared at me

“You are here too I see” his voice was void of any emotions

“Yes why are we in here?” I asked he shook his head

“How should I know…that kid I will brake his neck” Gohan pushed by me I grabbed his arm he wrenched away

“Gohan what is wrong with you?” his eyes narrowed

“You are as bad as he is how dare you question me?” he hovered over me I stumbled back not able to take the pressure of this place as I could when I was younger

“Gohan who are you so mad at?” he paused looking towards the door

“You knew didn’t you of course you did you have fun playing me? You little brat how dare you toy with me I should kill you…” My eyes widen as he goes to strike me I fall on my backside as he looms over me

“Gohan enough leave Trunks alone he did not put you here I did at your fathers request…” I look over to the new voice I saw Piccolo walking in the door still open behind him my eyes widen as I saw he was caring Goten in his arms

“What you do to him?” Gohan hissed I looked up at him as he walked slowly towards Piccolo

“Nothing Gohan your father put him to sleep for now he was so worried about you and Trunks that…”

“Of course he was…should brake his neck” I saw Piccolo’s eyes narrow I know the two were fighting earlier when I found dad it seams they were still at it

“Gohan enough” I say grabbing his arm as I stager beside him he knocks me away hate in his eyes.

“I should kill you” Gohan hissed again moving towards Piccolo who just stood there watching Gohan as another figure came into the room it was Goku carry Bulla who was not moving then I realised what they were doing we all to some degree were infected by our mothers they were giving us a chance to fight it off dad must have more of the stuff he gave me

At first I was happy but as Gohan taunted me as he moved to Piccolo I became angry as I remembered what Dende had told me lifting my hand taking the last of my extra energy I race past Gohan knocking him away blasting Piccolo and Goku out the door closing it as they flew out

“What are you doing you little idiot?” Gohan shouted at me as he watched the door shut

“What is wrong with you?” I shout back at him something was wrong he was different the anger over taking him as he starts to advance on me

“Idiot like you trying to control me how dare you lock me in here…” he shouts but stays where he is standing hate shining in his dark black eyes

“Gohan I just wanted time with you” I say softly

“You wanted something…what else is knew you always seam to want something you are as bad as Goten, expecting me to comply like a good boy…damn you all” he walks away from me back into the white void.

“Gohan wait Gohan….” I call but he keeps walking I stand there not sure what to do as he fades into the whiteness I go to walk out there again I feel hot and heavy as my weakened body is effected by this place

“Why?” I whisper. Walking back inside I find something to eat, as I finished I saw Gohan come back inside he looked calmer so I went to talk to him hoping he tell me what was wrong

“Gohan you ok now?” his eyes were on me then where I was sitting his eyes narrowed

“I take it you expect me to clean up after you? Damn you are nothing but a week child…” I step back again he was attacking me with his cruel words

“No Gohan what is wrong with you all I asked…” he shoved me a crossed the room

“Week fool get away from me you are pitiful” I cringe as the words form my own fears were being spoke out loud

I go to stand up as he lunges for me I move in time as he attack me again

“Gohan stop it” I shouted tired of this cat and mouse game as I dodge another one of Gohan’s attacks sending one of my own I did not want to fight as we end up in the void the white changes to red hot fire as we fought letting my adrenalin take over I dodge his advances trying to find out what was wrong

Why are you doing this I do not understand I thought once Piccolo and the others were gone you would calm down but you are worse what did I do to make you hate me so much? I thought I can feel my despair returning as eth one I dire most in life was turning on me

Distracted with my thoughts saw him too late and was sent to the ground bellow. I hit hard laying there for a moment then slowly I moved to my knees looking up at Gohan as he hovered above me

I can not do this anymore it is like our fighting is fuelling his hate. Maybe he is feeding off of me using my fear as an excuse…I can not fight him anymore I need him love him too much

“Owe Gohan enough why are you so mad at me?” I shouted as my fears were coming true Gohan was pushing me away, I am loosing the will to fight him I can’t

“Shut your whining is annoying” Gohan said as he landed not far from where I was still kneeling watching him Gohan is fully powered up his aura black as night I stared in aw there was no way I could match him he was too powerful, even if I was as strong as I was when I was younger I still could not compete with him but my pride was in over drive I was damned if he was going to make a fool of me like Goten did using me to get to my sister. Standing tall I look at him

“Shut up you are the one who is annoying” I say glaring at him the next thing I know I am pinned to the ground that was now cold ice as he is choking the life out of me.

Memories I had tried so hard to forget came back all the nights she would come into my room after the fever set in saying it was my own fault I was a week minded fool an should learn my place

I can not do this anymore the more I try to reach out to you the more I do the more you strike back at me with your cruel words…fine Gohan no more I will do as you wish and hope you will come round and if not so be it my mind crying out as I fight back getting a luck shoot in as he thought he had won

“Fine get away from me you hear me get away go some where you can not hear me” I hissed standing straight steeling my emotions. Gohan laughed as he turned his back to me

“With pleasure about time you realise you are nothing compared to me” I closed my eyes despair over taking my mind as Gohan continued walking towards the living area not looking back I fall to the ground again

How long I have been here I am not sure as the climate changed around me first it was cold as ice then hot as flame surrounded me matching the fever in my mind and body

“What did I do for him to hate me so much? Is it because I am so week yes that must be it, he is right I am nothing compared to him” I whispered remembering how Gohan helped taking care of me as I was sick telling me it was ok that I was not week now he taunts me calling me week was it all a lie

“Why?” I sat there not wanting to move but I have to try to figure out what was wrong with my friend. Fighting off the despair in my mind thanks to the stuff father gave me I could think clearer but I also know by the way I am feeling the stuff was not a permanent fix that being put in here was a last resort. I feel it again the sick feeling it has returned as it tries to erase the antidote father gave me

I did nothing to him no matter how I look at it I did nothing wrong. Gohan needs to grown up I am tired of hiding out here I am hungry and tired if you do not like me in there tuff you can piss off

Standing up determined not to let him control me anymore I walked back into the living part in the Time Room. Looking around I saw Gohan was in the sleeping area, he looked so peaceful like that day when I was finally caught watching him. Shaking my head I went to get something to eat hunger winning over my desire to get answers

“Gohan I need you” I whispered as I sat there trying to eat but the food soured on my lips I push it away closing my eye knowing what was about to come this time I was fully alone he would not be the one to hold me comfort me.

Are you infected too? Should I try and find out help you? No I will not bother you whatever is wrong you need to deal with it on your own, as I need to take care of myself once the door opens I will fade way I will never bother you again Gohan I will be gone in less then a year, in that time I will keep away I thought a noise from the bedroom area caught my attention my senses on over drive so not to be caught off guard, looking up I saw Gohan was starting to wake up as he stretched an mumbled in the bed still sleeping barely as his mind slowly woke up, taking my dish I emptied the left over food in the trash it vanished from sight

Neat trick need that in my office at home I thought as I took the dish to the make shift sink I rinsed it out placing it up side down inside the sink I would wash it later I wanted to leave before Gohan fully woke up it was for the best he made it clear to I was not wanted.

Not looking back I walked back out to the nothingness as a raging snow storm surrounded me I felt hot falling to my knees as again I was violently sick this time there was no one to help I was alone as the snow and ice surrounded me

Gohan POV

I woke from the violent nightmare to see I was still in the time room moving slightly I saw Trunks was by the sink then he slowly walked out into the training area, from the smell in the air Trunks had eaten looking around I saw the spare bed was untouched

“What have I done?” I whispered remembering the fighting with Trunks it was all my anger built up and like a foolish child I took it out on him, I remember Piccolo walking in telling me why Goten was not moving in his arms I listened to Piccolo try to explain as Trunks tried grabbed hold of my arm, even more mad I took it out on Trunks taunting him shoving him away from me as I went after Piccolo as another came by the door blurring of my sight as I am shoved away the sound of eth door slamming shut echoed around the room, we were alone Trunks short of breath as he looked back at me.

I realised he blasted the others out of the room causing the door to slam shut letting my anger control me I attacked Trunks for closing the door locking us in here, you think I would be happy to have him to myself but the anger and hate overwhelmed my mind take control of what I did and I aloud it

Shaking the memoirs away I moved to the entrance to the training area I shivered as I watched the raging snow storm rage out there in the vase void

“Trunks I am sorry” I whispered as I stood there looking out to were I should be not Trunks, Trunks was the one who needed to be here safe away from the pain he was inflicted on by his mother and now me. I hurt him I saw clearing every detail of these days here

As the wind calmed slightly I caught sight of a figure in the cold snow I watched as Trunks walks farther out there as the snow and wind whipped around him. Looking at the time clock I saw we had been here a few months now shivered I was deathly cold I knew it was not from the storm out here this was in my own mind and body

Is this what you were going threw? I wondered as I walked to the shower room letting the endless water cover me remembering being here with father so long ago

“Why!!!” My head jerked up from the inhuman scream rushing out of the warm bath I head to the entrance I saw Trunks in the middle of a heat wave his power swirling around him for the first time since I found out what my brother did to Bulla my mind was cleared I felt the pain Trunks was in, the despair and longing I swore I never let Trunks feel again, grabbing my cloths from the floor I dressed walking towards the man I have hurt

“Why” Trunks whispered I watched as he sat there he could not move days with out sleep has weekend him he was barley awake only his adrenalin and the desire to know why was keeping him going. I know Trunks can sense me coming closer as the scene changed again as it became cold ice and snow swirling around me

I paused looking at Trunks not sure what to say all the hate I had was slowly vanishing but was it to late to save the man I cared so much for

“Why did you say what you did…what did I do for you to hate me?” his voice was week barley addible over the whistling of the wind

“Trunks I” I could not get the words out anger welling up in me again

How dare you question me? I thought as I grabbed Trunks by the throat pinning him to the cold snow wanting to choke the life out of him

“Why?” Trunks asked again his blue eye sad as he let me choke the life out of him

I do not care I love you and always will I hear these words in my mind it distracted me enough For Trunks to brake away as he pinned me to the ground straddling my waist he leaned down kissing me.

Once again Trunks stunned me as he laid there on top of me, Trunks warm lips on mine I moaned as the anger slowly vanished as he pressed his body against me

You are no week Trunks you are braver then I will ever be I thought as words in my mind trying to say something the warning Vegeta gave me before he left him and dad, the place I found them hiding trying to find a cure for Trunks. They new threw the bond Vegeta had with Trunks what was going on, I listened as Vegeta told me to be careful that I too was infected stupidly I laughed saying not to worry I had no of the singe Trunks had but thanks them both for worrying I promised to get a sample of that stuff if I had to kill to get it

What have I done? I thought looking at the man straddling me I could not remember if I did what was asked all I remembered was being made at Goten for something then taking everything out on Trunks he is watching me leaning down taking my lips with his, his hands wondering over my body

Trunks POV

I no longer cared I need Gohan even if he killed me at least I would die remembering his warm lips and a love we briefly shared

“Trunks what are you doing?” he whispered as I took a breath moving slowly away still straddling his hips he just lies there looking up at me I see the confusion in his dark eyes his aura slowly changing as his anger vanishes

“I don’t care anymore I love you even if you are being an ass I still love you say what you want but I know you care too or you would not be out here” I say with conviction I felt to my soul as the snow whips around us glad he is on the bottom it be damn cold I think

“Trunks I”

“Shhh” I again leaned down kissing Gohan as I moved my hands up and down Gohan now naked Body Gohan gasped at the sudden cold then warmth as I warmed him with my own body melting the surrounding snow away

“Trunks did dad bring the antidote” Gohan asked as I sat up I looked down at him annoyed

“Yes”

“You are better?” Gohan had hope in his voice what ever was bothering him was gone I saw Gohan was no longer enraged he was like he was before

“Yes” I laid my energy fading fast at Gohan delays closing my eyes for a second as my mind closed no longer able to stay awake

Be like you to know and not say a word maybe they are right we are very much alike I thought as darkness clamed mind, I realised that my friend too may be infected that would explain the blind rage, the same I went threw the day Gohan took me to the small house

“Trunks wake up, I am sorry Trunks I should have listened to Vegeta when he warned me he said this would happen…he said I would lash out at the world he said I was infected too I should have Listened” I can hear him calling to me but can not open my eyes. I feel him move away them come closer again forcing my voice to work I call to him

“Gohan why”

“Because I am a fool” he said softly

“True a sexy one but you’re a fool all the same” Gohan choked as I’m looking up at him chuckling

“Brat” he hissed I grabbed his arm pulling him in the bed

“Trunks you need to rest”

“Shut up” I growled as I pinned him on the bed laying half on him Gohan sighed laying there not arguing with me. I can tell from his open mind he felt so alone these months and it was his fault he let his anger consume him he ignored the warning father gave him to return right away and paid for it, we have lost a lot of time together but maybe just maybe I can get my body to give me just a little more time

“I said shut up that means your mind too” I said playfully slapping Gohan in the thigh

“Make me” Gohan growled I sit up frowning at him

“Tst so be it” I said as another energy surge went threw me I was on top of Gohan as another set of clothing vanished, the first and second time we laid together Gohan was mostly in control now it was all me as I kissed Gohan down his well muscled chest

“Trunks” he whispered not daring to hope, his mind is on over drive annoyed I took Gohan semi hard sex in my moth inhaling deeply

“Ahh” Gohan hissed as I tended to him my hand roaming as I tended to Gohan for what seamed hours, with a soft cry I feel Gohan realised into my wanting mouth calling my name as he road the wave down. Slowly licking my lover dry I looked up I wanted more then this

“Trunks…” It was a soft pant as I stop tending to his erection to watch his expressions he was already hardening again this could be fun

“Yes what is it Gohan?” I purred as I sat up a wave of dizziness hitting me hiding it as I took my own sex lining it up with Gohan entrance Gohan lifted for me wanting this as much as I did. I am grateful his mind clouded with pleasure he did not feel how week I was getting this would kill me but I do not care all I care about is him. Smiling down at him I pump his erection fast taking the liquid with my free hand rubbing it on my mine closing my eyes as I plunged inside of him Gohan let out a small yelp in pain but quickly it was replace with pleasure as I fond that sweet spot hitting it over and over again

I took hold of Gohan’s erection in my free hand pumping fast to match my pace as I pounded into his tight entrance, powering up as high as I could remembering how good it felt when Gohan did it with me, in reply Gohan powered up to match as we continued are escapade, For me completion came too soon as fist me then Gohan released calling each other as another wave of dizziness hit me I fell against Gohan’s chest breathing ragged as I tried to catch my breath my chest felt like it was on fire as I lost hold on my transformation powering down as I lay there gripping my chest

“Gohan” I whispered I could not slow his breathing I could hear Gohan talking to me as I tried to wave him off saying I was ok. But as I went to sit up involuntary I cried out in pain, the same pain I had hoped would hold off just a little longer. Gohan grabbed me laying me down

“Trunks what is wrong?”

“I am fine” it was lie I found out the hard way when the coldness had returned as I lay out there alone trying to figure out what I did wrong.

I was surprised when not long after I left the room Gohan came to me as he was before if not a little scared it was then I realised Gohan could be just as ill as me but reacting differently, well not really, I do remember when I first realised what she was doing I was angry all the time it was Goten’s friendship that kept me going as I hid this from him, the more she did the more I changed. Then not even Goten’s friendship helped as I watch him bond with my younger sister it hurt so much to see them together, I never told him I should have but instead I let my anger and hate grow… Not wanting to remember this I tried to leap out of the bed but found I could not move breathing was hard as I lay there Gohan was pinning me on the bed calling to me I do not want to remember any of this

“Stop it Trunks I am sorry I did not know you should have said something you said he gave you the cure I just oh Trunks you should have said something” his voice was full of fear as he tried keeping me awake

I can feel his guilt

“Gohan it is ok I wanted to feel you with me just once more, there is no cure dad was just wishful thinking. I have more then he knew of that stuff almost all my life I just hid it from everyone she would only do it once a year than as I got older more mostly at night (cough) when she caught me and Goten together it happened more she would say it was my fault and if I did not behave she hurt him too…I would shake it off as a dream and think nothing more of it, pushing my only friend away…you are infected too…no it is ok I am here with you weather you talk to me or not or use me for sex I do not care we are together” I stopped talking as a coughing spell hit with the intense pain

“I am sorry” I whisper I am a fool I should have left him alone to begin with and not egged him on I willed darkness to come make the pain go away not having the courage to tell him I would not live out the rest of the time here

Gohan POV

Turning trunks on his side I moved behind him supporting Trunks as his body trembled cursing myself for doing the one thing I swore I never do I hurt Trunks. Trunks coughing eased up a bit I stayed laying there holding him close

“Trunks I need you I am fool I hurt you when you needed me the most” I whispered as Trunks feel a sleep this time I could not call to Dende or Piccolo for help we are still trapped in the time room for an other month or so I was not sure anymore

“What about Goten did you hurt him too?” I wondered as Trunks slept closing my eyes he rested prying Trunks would be ok if not I would be taken with him

“Why did you close the door the way you did?” I whispered

“Because I did not want to share my time with you with Bulla and Goten you are mine” he said I lifted my head a bit I thought the man was sleeping Trunks smiled as he moved a bit wincing as he looked up at me

“Trunks what are you talking about?” I asked, I barely remembered seeing Bulla there “I was so mad at Goten I can not remembered why”

“I know, Gohan” he whispered putting a shaky hand on my cheek

“Trunks I am sorry”

“Shh” trunks interrupted me again darn kid “I know it was why I gave you your space by stop fighting you. I stayed away so you could calm down I admit it took longer then what I thought and I started to think you meant what you said…” he paused closing his eyes as his body trembled

“Trunks enough rest”

“I am fine Gohan you are here with me you are all I want all I have ever longed for” Trunks moved closer trying to get warm in my tight embrace

“Trunks please I need you” I whispered fully realising how much this man meat to me. the drop in Trunks ki was drastic my head spun I too felt my body giving out from lack of nourishment I slept all the time away as Trunks sat out there afraid to come inside for fear of my cruelness

“Trunks tell me why you wanted to be with me” it was faint but I was able to form the words as I held him closer I had always wondered what drew the young man to me

“I do not know I was drawn to you forever it seams, I longed to be with you, even if it was at a distance I longed to see you hear your voice. I still long to have you but I am afraid you will…” Trunks coughed again I held him as close as I could listening

“Dad gave me some stuff he said it should hep with the sickness, but it only held it off I knew some how when he gave it to me it would not work my body was to thrashed, but I was not going to tell him that I could not hurt him” I was confused but said nothing as I let Trunks talk

“Dende told me he did the best he could but he could not heal the damage to my mind that was when I felt you where fighting with Piccolo again. I walked slowly out and saw dad he came over to me he was mad but not at me I could see pride in his eyes I wondered if he knew how badly I was infected and if he did why did he not stop her but as I studied him he was watching me the sadness and guilt in his ki I knew he never knew so I took the stuff knowing it will not help but he was so sad. damn I was not expecting it to have a sedative with it when I woke up I found I was in here with you and I felt your anger it was then I asked you what was wrong you started to shout I got mad and shouted back I saw your hate as Piccolo came in I remembered what Dende told me it was then I realise what was happening they were putting us in here with Goten and Bulla, but I wanted to spend the time with just you he told me…” again he coughed I tried to comfort him as I listened not liking where this was leading

“Shh Trunks it dose not matter now I hurt you I can not take that back all I can say is I will try not to hurt you again” Trunks looked up smiling his once bright blue eyes darkened with pain

“I wish this pain would go away” he whispered lowering his head against my chest

“Soon Trunks soon” I whispered as I felt my friend slip farther from me. Getting answers I was not sure how to deal with, I held Trunks body as close to me as humanly possible with out crushing him.

I he realised Trunks took the last of his energy and life to be with me one last time to feel safe just once it did not matter he just wanted to be with me

One day forgive me Trunks I thought as I let my mind focus on his die ki calling to him talking to him with the last strength I held onto Trunks letting my ki vanish with Trunks’ thinking only how much I loved Trunks wishing it would not have taking this to make me see.

I could feel Trunks love even if he could not wake up I knew I felt it in my mind and soul as my own mind started to slow down

When I awoke again I found I was in a well lit room looking around with out getting up this place was familiar looking up I saw bright lights around me the walls sloped upwards like a dome above me. Turning my head the other way I saw a mechanism in the middle of the room

What the am I in the Gravity room if so why and how last I knew I was in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with Trunks

“Why am I here?” I whispered to the room there was no reply looking around I saw Trunks laying beside me sitting up I saw he was in nothing but a pair of tight black shorts, looking down at myself I was in a pair of blue shorts

“Go to sleep” I look at him he is laying there, eyes closed there is no pain in his ki or mind that I can hear

“Gohan go to sleep” he says again

“No” I say defiantly I was surprised how fine I was there was now anger no pain guilt oh yes lots of guilt but even that was not as strong as the feeling this man beside me was giving as his eyes opened looking at me

“You are a pain in the ass” he hisses as he pushes me back down I try to get up I make it half way my hands on each side holding me up as he straddles my legs I feel his warm lips on mine I am barley holding myself up as his warmth covers me

“Lay down” he whispers into my mouth

“Kiss off” I hiss back as I feel him press his body against mine my arms giving out as he rubs against my hardening erection gasping out my eyes widen as I watched him there was a change in Trunks he seamed different older stronger all doubt gone as he pinned me to the cold tiled floor

“Trunks” I gasp out as he toyed with my body rocking against me so slowly it was madding involuntarily I buck up needing him to move faster

“Problem? You are the one who would not go back to sleep now suffer the consequences of not listening to your prince” his voice was husky with lust and a confidence I never thought I hear in him again.

“As I said before your High-ass piss off” I say not letting t his kid tell me what to do it may work for Vegeta with dad but be damned if this kid was going to play the prince card with me

“Tch so be it I will teach you to obey me” He says as the short I was wearing vanishes he is running his hand up my sides still slowly rocking against my now painfully hard erection

“Trunks uh Trunks stop teasing” I pant out

“Nu ah, you look good like this begging me”

I am going to kill him I thought as he continues to toy with me.

Enough was enough I power up flipping him under me his shorts gone in second as I plunge inside of his tight entrance calling out his name his eyes wide in shock then pure pleasure as I pound him riding him harder then I ever did before he was no longer fragile I could see some how we bother were healthier then I can remember being in a long time he was bulked up again as was I.

He powers up nearly sending me to the edge as he entrance tighten ten folds powering up to match knowing I would enlarge, I was reeling in his cries as he shouts my name I move faster hold his hips tightly my mind fills with thought of him and a chance I was not going to kill again…

Trunks POV

I am happy he is finally awake it has taken him longer then me mind you he was just entering his withdrawals while I was pretty much done when we where taken from the time room.

I thought I had died when I woke up I expected to see King Yama not a quite filed much like the ones Goten and I used to train in, wondering why I was brought to this place, I looked around searching for any one and found father, he told me where we were and why.

Grateful to Goku I thanked him as he came over to us Gohan in his arms, setting him down on the ground we talked for a few minutes until Gohan woke up.

When Gohan woke up he was happy to see me at first but as he realised where we were and his father and mine were there his anger returned lunging for me as I stood there I was not going to go threw what I did in the time room again he never made it to me as the seen vanishes I find myself in a strange place with father his eye were dark as he watches me.

He would not talk he just stared at me then shaking his head he motioned me to fallow him I did I wish in away I had not in doing so I invulnerably agreed to train under him I thought he was ruff when I was younger man that was nothing to what he did to me in that place he never would name.

We trained as the last of the poison mother gave me vanished I asked father how he knew he said I was bulking up looking in the near by lake I saw he was right thinking about it I felt better not so worried about what everyone was thinking I was becoming my old self confidant and powerful.

It was roughly a year before we met up with Goku and Gohan he was changed too the anger was gone as his ki became what it once was the kindness but strength of mind returning, the only bad thing was he was out cold. Goku said it would take him awhile to wake up and when he did he could lash out like he did before or he could wake up calmer wanting answers with out the intense anger controlling him. The next thing I know we are in here locked away I tried to get out but some how dad and Goku have sealed it

I have been waiting for three days now I finally got some rest when he decides to wake up so annoyed I told him to go back to sleep ya that got me far as I told him to obey me pinning him underneath me as I raves his body

Well that theory backfired I thought. I am glad my strength is back or this would hurt a lot as he pounds inside me hold my thighs tightly with his strong hands I am sent over an edge we only touched before his mind calling to mind saying all he could not say with words smiling I let him take full control knowing it was my turn next.

Author’s Note: This story was written for the Spring 2009 Boxer and Rice fanfic challenge. The theme of the challenge was “Reverse Illustration” and this story is based on this fabulous picture by Lara Yokoshima. Please check out the pic and leave comments for the artist!

This is POV story about a longing so deep in the soul.

Chapter 3: Trunks’s despair

My body tingled with the movement of the young man underneath me. His cries of pleasure filled my mind as my hands roamed his body feeling every inch of his fevered body wanting more teen this simple touching. Our lips still locked together I needed more then this and he knows it as he holds me against him. Letting go of his lips I hear him whimper I look down at him smiling

“I need to breath too you know” I tease him he smiles

“Not my problem” he say as I am some how on the floor now he is straddling my hips a hungry look in his eyes

“Hey no fare” I tease he shrugs leaning down taking my erection in his hand moving fast my back arches from this contact then it was gone, I was about to tease him when I heard him gasp out in pain. I sit up as he moves away from me I grab his arm worried he was having second thoughts

“Father” he whispers I watch him as he kneels on the floor my hand still on his arm he looks at me I was confused then I too felt the pain he must be going threw as my fathers ki vanishes feeling for Vegeta he too was gone

“No Trunks stop” I grabbed Trunks as he went to leave holding him close to me as we kneel on the floor. I felt sick as both our father’s ki was ripped into nothingness

“Let me go” he cried out trying to get away from me

“Trunks think” he looked at me hate in his eyes I will not let him go

“Trunks they are gone there is nothing we can do right now, please calm down and think we need to figure out where to start I will call Goten in a few he will have felt this too as would Bulla maybe they know what happened ok” he shook his head his body shaking anger fear building in his mind again.

Cussing I wondered what happened and hated his mother even more, I know she was behind this as was my mother. How would they get to Dad and Vegeta so easily? Thinking for a moment as I try to calm Trunks down I recalled what Goten said before he left dad and Vegeta were still together in the GR it would not take much for Bulma to find away to over ride that thing once she knew Goten and Bulla were long gone then finishing what she started a year ago

“Gohan what happened? What is going on why can I not feel father or Goku?” he whispered I shook my head just as confused

“Get dressed” I say softly Trunks nodded then he frowned

“What is wrong?” I asked standing up reaching for my cloths still laying on the couch from the other day

“My pants they are missing” he said I laughed in spite of myself as I remembered what I did to his shorts a few days ago.

“Oh ya I forgot about that you left them upstairs remember, go change if you want there might be a change of cloths that will fit if you want something more loose to wear” Trunks nodded walking away from me my head spun as a voice entered shouting I could feel eth fear pain it was coming from Goten

“Trunks hurry Goten is calling for us” I say softly as the young man rushes upstairs in minutes he was back down wearing my jeans and a short sleeved shirt

Again my brothers cries entered my mind as our eyes met in minute we were outside looking for the two not long did it take as Trunks used his connection with Goten to search one part of the thick forest bellow us as I used mine on the other end

“Gohan over there” looking his way I nodded rushing over to him Trunks led me down into the trees as we land in a small glade I hiss the smell of blood strong

“Bulla” Trunks went to her Goten looked up

“I try I am sorry I should have caught her I was I dad is gone…she fell I tried Bulla wake up” I growled Trunks did not move as I go to him

If we had not chased the two away Bulla would be ok if I was not so week to need to be brought out here in the first place they would not have left dad and Goku alone to check on me, it is my fault I am so week I am hurting every one she warned me I knew if I did not come home she would do something she had warned me before not to disobey her these thought entered my mind but they were not my own I looked at Trunks grabbing him by he shoulders

“NO” I shout shaking him Trunks looked up then away I did not need to hear his mind it was in the mans eyes what he was feeling but I did this time all too clearly

“NO Trunks No it s not your fault” but Trunks was not listening as guilt washed over him closing his mind to everyone around him

“I hate them I tried calling dad after we left you at the house…she Bulma answered the phone demanding where Trunks was not wanting to bother you two in case this was nothing but dad taking off with Vegeta we were going to see Piccolo hoping he knew what was going on when I felt dads ki vanish it was like having part of my mind ripped out she fell I should have…” Goten choked as he held Bulla motionless Body Closing my eyes I call to the one friend who could help right now he too would have felt fathers and Vegeta’s Ki vanish

Piccolo please hear me

Moment went by that seamed like forever when I was answer

What is it what is going on down there?

We need help Bulla she is dieing please I could not finish as I held a now motionless Trunks his eye closed as he shut the world out

“Trunks no please no” I called, I watch as Vegeta eaten up with guilt for the damages done to his father over their love now after Trunks confessing his love leaving his father unguarded at the house to take the brunt of his mothers anger for his disobedience. I whispered to him but the man did not answer

A hand on my shoulder caused me to looked up seeing Piccolo looking away towards Bula and Goten I saw Dende with Bulla she was healing slowly Goten tears in his eyes came over to Trunks

“Trunks please answer me” I call to him he did not respond as he laid against my body his mind shouting his guilt and a despair I was never aware of. Piccolo hand tightened on my shoulder

“I am fine” I growled moving away looking to see Bulla was fine Goten watched me the old feeling returning as I seam to be surrounded I pulled further away as all eyes seemed to be on me and Trunks still tight in my arms

“I am sorry It is my fault” It was faint I looked down at Trunks his eyes still closed as his mind beet itself up. I lifted to the air hold Trunks close. Wanting to clear my head and scared when Trunks woke up he would push me away the loss of Vegeta was going to hurt Trunks deeply. I must get him back to the house way from everyone here.

Lifting higher I fly fast to the small house hoping no one would fallow me

I flew fast hold Trunks hearing his mind as it spiraled into darkness guilt fear grief all mingled into his mind the feeling from the day before and now his father’s death was over whelming him

“Trunks please this is what they want” I whispered landing by the house where Trunks opened up to me confessing his dark needs as we made love

“Bulla Bulla where is she?” I looked down Trunks eyes were barely open as we walked inside I slowly walk up the stairs setting him on the bed

“She is fine thanks to Goten and Dende they went to the Look Out I think» I said softly Trunks nodded trying sit up

“No Trunks rest I will be here if you need anything” Trunks looked up at me our eyes met watching him I saw there was a difference then what I saw with Vegeta, Trunks was trying to fight unlike his sire who once he saw what was happing stopped fighting altogether letting Bulma and his mother win keeping both men from each other until dad went there the day I brought Trunks to this place.

(Sigh)

“Gohan what happen to dad and Goku?” shaking my thoughts away I looked down at him

“I do not know I hoped Piccolo might but you need to get away from there I was not going to loose you to your silly fears” Trunks watched me he wanted answers but could he take them right now I am unsure what to say

Trunks POV

I could see Gohan was hiding something I know he would try to get me away once he knew Bulla was safe he did that already when I was first brought here but there was something else it was nagging at the back of my mind the look in Gohan’s eyes told me there was more to it then simply getting me away from everyone that caused him to come back here

You almost look like dad the deep sadness…do you know…is that what is wrong you know is that why you are not surprised they are gone hurt but not surprised

“You know what happen to father?” Gohan looked at me I know he just answered that question then he realized what I meant

“Yes but I really do not want to remember it Trunks not right now” I watched Gohans’ face seeing he did know and more then what I did from the sadness in his dark eyes, I would wait for now

“Please” I said pulling Gohan down to me “one day tell me why dad changed” Gohan nodded laying beside me holding me so close I can feel he is worried but I will not question him not right now I felt safe in his arms as my mind slowed enough for sleep to creep over to me.

Gohan POV

Watching Trunks as he fell into a deep sleep I stayed awake to make sure he is ok until sleep concord my mind and I slept hoping for answers.

Waking form a fitful sleep I lay in bed still holding Trunks in my arms as he slept, looking to the bedroom window I sensed someone coming closer to the house relived when I realized it was Piccolo trying not to wake Trunks I slipped out of the bed then down the stairs to talk to my old friend now landing by the house

“Hey Piccolo any news on what happened to dad and Vegeta?” I asked Piccolo shook his head

“No not yet, Gohan you need to keep Trunks safe she wants him for some reason, I went there as the two slept, Bulma is more obsessed not being able to find Trunks then she is at your father and Vegeta vanishing, your mother is there all they care about is finding Trunks it is almost a panic the way they are looking for him Dende could not see why and I am trying to keep a hold on Goten and Bulla they are a pain”

“Figures, but why I wonder?” Piccolo shook his head I had so hoped father was hiding some where

“There is one small hope in this they are not dead, I went to Yama they are alive but how or were is anyone’s guess”

“I see but that is a good thing right?” I whisper Piccolo nodded

“So where are they? Why does it feel like they are gone if they are not…” I asked confused as a hand is placed on my arm fallowed by a soft voice

“I think I might know where or at least how they could get away and it feel like they are dead” I turned to face Trunks who should be sleeping

“For a minute I am sure I felt dad then Goku for a split second then it was gone…” I watched him closely as he was figuring out what Piccolo and I had said not a moment ago

How long you been out here? I thought as Piccolo said

“Now there is a thought, I will kill him for worrying me but it is possible, like I said Yama says they are not there so either he is lying or they have gone far enough away to where we can not sense them and why would they do that to everyone? Goten said it felt like his mind was being ripped apart” Piccolo said I thought about this and it did make sense if they were far away they would feel like they were dead. Like if they went to other world like I did with Shin everyone but Videl thought I was dead

“The GR it could fly right?” I asked aloud as my thoughts try to find the right words. But if Trunks is right then how did they get away from Bulma with out her noticing the GR missing

“As far as I know it still can,” Trunks said softly

“Then maybe that is how…the only other way is if one of the Kai’s took them away….” I say still speaking my thoughts out loud

“Anything is possible but for now lets let them be where ever they are when they are ready they will come home then we can kick their asses” Piccolo said I could not hold back the snicker as Piccolo looked at me

“Come stay with us at the look out Goten a Bulla are there too” Gohan shook his head as Trunks stepped back

“No Thank you” Trunks said I looked at him our eyes met I saw a small smile on Trunks lips as he tried to hide his feeling from our guest a look I saw that night we became one, the longing in him again to be safe and loved

“Piccolo we are fine here just protect Goten and Bulla” I said my eyes never leaving Trunks’s trying to communicate my feeling to the man.

Piccolo did not argue as he nodded lifting to the air. Trunks watch Piccolo leave a longing in his heart again as he fear over took him

Why is mother looking for me so hard…you will leave me like father like Goten it seamed everyone was leaving or hiding things from me. I watched him as again his thought came to my mind. I took Trunks by the shoulders

“Trunks I am right here I am not going anywhere” I whispered pulling my lover to me Trunks trembled trying so hard to hide what he was feeling

“Trunks what is wrong?” I whispered as my friend pulled away

“Nothing come on lets go inside it is cold out here” I watched Trunks walk slowly inside the house

Are you crazy? I thought it was close to 38 C out here and it was only morning concerned I fallowed quickly I hoped in a way dad was ok in another I was mad they get Trunks and Goten upset like this for nothing. Trunks was already one a thing line between sanity and insanity now the loss of his father and fear he will be left alone could send him over the edge. I slowly walked in the house after Trunks hoping he was ok

Trunks POV

Shivering I walked into the large shower turning it on as hot as humanly possible I felt ill but did not want Gohan to know he has enough to worry about with out my small feelings bothering him. Closing my eyes I crumpled to the floor letting the water surround me.

Not here not now she said…damn I am so tired…is this why you are looking for me mother? I feel so cold my thoughts stopped as my stomach empty itself on the floor of they shower

I need to get out before Gohan thinks something is wrong he must never know how week I am. my mind was shouting at me

Get out of the shower and rest I will be fine after rest I do not know how long I stayed there letting the hot water burn my skin, but slowly when I was sure I was not going to be sick again I stand up I move my hand to the sliding door as it open cold air hits my skin muttering I go to walk out of the shower the cold air then darkness over takes my mind

Gohan POV

I am standing outside the bathroom door worried what to do I want to run in there grab Trunks hold him close comfort him but something was holding me back, I fear the man would run if cornered right now it was the way Trunks pulled away it was like a frightened animal he was trying so hard not to alarm me

“So cold” I heard Trunks say in the shower the steam streaming out of the partly open bathroom door, I felt for his ki it was unstable not wanting to wait any longer I slipped into the bath room as the steam surrounded me fogging up the room

“Feel sick…stupid week fool” Trunks voice was shaky as he ki dropped again frantic I went to open the shower door as I did Trunks feel into my arms as he tried to leave the shower still running I gasped in shock Trunks was not moving I pulled him out of the shower as I did I felt the spray from the shower and how hot it was the redness of Trunks skin and the burning on my arm from the spray.

“So cold” Trunks whispered not moving as he lay limply in my arms. I grabbed a near by towel rapping Trunks in it as best I could picking him up we went to the bedroom up stairs laying him down Trunks whimpered and before I could move I was covered in Trunks last meal grumbling but not mad just surprised I helped Trunks to his side as he emptied out his stomach on the floor. Eyes closing as his body shook from strain and a cold chill I still did not feel.

Reaching for the spare pillow on the other side of the bed I placed it behind Trunks back tucking him into the blankets thankful he missed the blanket when being sick, Leaving Trunks on his side for a few minutes I walked out with a change of clothes.

I changed into a pair of jean and black t-shirt. Then brought up a bucket mop and pail placing the bucket near Trunks head on the floor Trunks eyes opened for a brief minute watching me

“Here just in case” I whispered as Trunks eyes closed again as another tremor went threw him. I cleaned up the mess worried what made Trunks sick like that, as I walked down the stairs I went it the bathroom he saw there too he was sick sighing he clean up the mess in the shower turning off the now cold water

“Trunks what is wrong with you?” I whispered sitting on the stairs listening for Trunks.

(Ring Ring)

I jumped as my forgotten cell phone started ringing

“Ya” I said trying to sound calm which worked until the frantic voice on the other end made itself know

“Gohan, Gohan what is wrong down there I can barely feel Trunks ki and yours is all over the place…” The voice was frantic as he threw questions at me. I should have know Goten would sense Trunks ill there was still a bond of friendship between them

“It is ok just to much excitement Goten he is fine, nothing a little sleep wont cure” it was a lie I did not know what was wrong with him lifting my head I could hear Trunks coughing again

“Hey Goten I will call you later be good up there” I hung the phone dropping it on the stairs as he stood up rushing in the room to see Trunks hovering over eth Bucket I sat beside him supporting his trembling body, I was hoping Trunks saw me set it there for him

“Sorry” he whispered

“For what?” I asked he was so like his father

“I am week nothing compared to you why are you with someone as pathetic as me? You should be with your brother he needs you” I held him close as the mans mind shouted it grief, longing and fear to be alone

“Because I want you not some strong man just you Trunks Vegeta Briefs, I want you as you are not any other way and Goten has Bulla and Piccolo stop worrying” Trunks shook his head then vomited again his ki dropping dangerously low

“So cold” Trunks whispered leaning against my chest. I took the bucket from Trunks placing it on the floor then pulling myself fully on the bed leaning against the head board pulling Trunks gently up to me rapping him in the blanket and my own ki trying to warm him from a cold I still could not feel

“Trunks hang I am right here I am not going anywhere” I whispered. I was wrong this is exactly what happened to Vegeta an illness that could not be explained spiraling into dark despair, there are differences between the two men with Vegeta he was always hot and grumpier then normal lashing out at ever little thing, then a depression set in taking all his will to live.

The longing in Vegeta was so overwhelming he never fully recovered loosing his ability to sense ki or any energy near him. The thought of his kids and how they still needed him brought Vegeta around but it was a long grueling process.

I had forgotten about that but now watching Trunks I see the signs have always been there the same as his father the anger now the depression. I still do not know how Bulma managed to control both father and Vegeta but she did some how destroying both men. I have tried to forget that day but it has haunted my every thoughts over this past year, now more then ever it torments me as I hold Vegeta’s son in my arms watching the same this still not knowing what causes it or how to help beyond keeping him warm and feeling safe.

“Trunks please I am here for you, I never want you to change what you are it is what draws me to you” I whispered as Trunks trembling calmed. I let my ki wash over him no matter how much it takes I will protect him save him even if it means my life I need Trunks to understand

“Rely on me just once Trunks let someone help you” I whisper as I closed my eyes letting Trunks steady breathing lull me

How long have you been like this Trunks, this is not the first time you have been sick like this is it? I wont loose you like dad did Vegeta I thought fear in my mind as I wondered if Bulma was doing things to Trunks with out any of us knowing my mind kept trying to find answers but there was so many pieces missing to this puzzle shaking my head willing my mind to drift in to sleep for now letting my ki keep Trunks safe and warm. I will worry after he wakes up

Gohan wake up the voice was full of grief opening his eyes I moved my head to see I was laying on a bed I looked around me trying to figure why I was in the room the smell of bleach caught my attention reminding me about Trunks and how sick he was looking beside me I panic Trunks was not there as I sat up first thing I saw was Bulla then Goten looking toward me from the widow in the small bedroom. I tried to move body aching I winced as I went to get off the bed I had to find Trunks

“Hey you are awake good no rest Gohan you over did it a bit” Goten moved to beside me as I tried to force myself to get up ignoring the pain in my body

“Trunks where is he?” I hissed trying to get out of the bed Goten by my side holding me by the shoulders keeping me sitting on the edge of the bed

“It is ok he is downstairs eating Gohan rest please you scared us” a wave of dizziness washed over m as I lay back down puzzled the last thing I remember is warming Trunks up after being so sick

“Is he…” I whisper

“Trunks is fine thanks to you, you should have told me something was wrong instead of hanging up on me gee Gohan you are as bad as he is never asking for help” Goten glared was glaring at me I closed eyes again for what seamed like moments

“Gohan wake up please, I am sorry” looking up I saw Trunks hovering over me his blue eyes full of sorrow his face pale

“Trunks are you ok?” I whispered reaching for him Trunks caught my hand pressing it against his face tears in his blue eyes

“Don’t you leave me too” he whispered falling to my Chest not caring about the pain in my body I rapped my free arm around him trying to get up but I could not move cussing Trunks looked up our eyes met he crawled in the bed laying beside me I tried to go back to sleep as my young friend tries to comfort me

No POV

Goten watched from the doorway Bulla by his side. Once Trunks felt Gohan awake he rushed upstairs they tried to get him to go rest while Gohan slept but he pushed them away Trunks was no fool he knew it was Gohan who saved him who warmed him the guilt was clear in his eyes as he lay with Gohan all Goten could hope for is the two will be ok

“Good, that was too scary” she whispered seeing the two together he nodded

“Yes I know” he said when Gohan hung up on him he felt the drastic drop in Trunks ki and his brother shot higher he took off from the look out saying nothing but something was wrong with Trunks by the time they got half way there Goten could barley feel Gohan ki it was fading fast as Trunks‘s, with Bulla by his side Piccolo hot on their heals they walked in the house it was like a heat wave going upstairs he wrinkled his nose from the smell it was a mixture of sourness and bleach then the intense heat coming from his brothers ki

“I never want to feel that again” she said

Goten shivered it was a sight to see Trunks was barley breathing as Gohan trying to save him with his ki.

“He would have killed himself saving Trunks” Goten whispered he knew his brother loved him but not that deeply he wondered how long his brother had these feeling for Trunks, it had to be longer then this past year for him to be willing to end his life to save Trunks

“I know” she whispered tears in her eyes

“Enough you two we need to get them where Dende can tend to them neither one is safe yet both need a lot of rest” they nodded as Piccolo took Gohan Goten took Trunks both men whimpering but they never woke up as they were taken to the Look Out

Three days later…

Gohan POV

“Trunks, Trunks wake up come on wake up” I called to Trunks as Trunks shouted in his sleep nightmares plague him Trunks sat up right looking around fear clear in his eyes.

“Gohan” there was so much relief and fear in his voice I was not sure what he was dreaming about but glad he was awake I held Trunks tightly letting him know I was here for him

“I am here Trunks” I whispered I knew something was wrong with him never had I ever seen Trunks sick as a child even me and Goten were never ill like this the only one was father and that was when his heart gave out

“Cold I am so Cold” Trunks whispered as the cold chills returned. I surrounded us with my ki again it seamed to help Trunks calmed down as he lay back down on my chest as I started whispering reassurances he was not alone and I love him no matter what. I would worry what was wrong with him latter right now all I care about is getting his tremors to stop

As I started to fall into sleep I heard voices on the other side of the door they sounded frantic I use my sharp hearing to listen…

Out in the hallway by the room Gohan and Trunks were in Piccolo was listening to what Bulla and Goten had to say as they went to check on Gohan looking at the two before him Piccolo half shouted

“She did What?” Piccolo was stunned. He had wondered where the two had taken off two once Trunks and Gohan were settled down in the small room

Goten and Bulla came back to eth look out after going back home scouting for information why everyone wanted Trunks back so badly but was not worried where the rest of them were

“Mother has been feeding him some drug at night when we all are sleeping it make him passive and is highly addicting, it is why she wants him home so badly he has not had a dose in over a week now the side effects are deadly if not weaned off properly. It was all I could do to keep Goten from blowing our cover he was going for blood” Bulla was angry her mother would do such a thing Goten was not looking at her as he remembered her holding him back

“Piccolo she did the same to dad and Vegeta I heard Videl talking about it to Pan, Pan is so brainwashed by their lies…” Goten said still not looking at either of them his eyes on the door where his brother and best friend were resting. Piccolo looked at the young man before him they risked a lot going back down while he and Dende tended to Gohan and Trunks. If he had known he would have stopped them but now he was glad they did it answered a lot of questions but created more too

“That explains a lot” Piccolo said more quietly they nodded he stopped just outside of Gohan’s room

“That is the sickness and the anger…he is going threw it is a with-drawls from the drugs she has given him for god knows how long oh man this is going to get ugly from what I heard Bulma say to mother he could die from it” Goten said softly Bulla held him close, for the first time Goten wondered if it was his mother’s doing drew him away from Trunks to Bulla. But he said nothing aloud Goten knew Bulla loved him and he loved her. Goten felt her tighten her grip confirming her love for him he still could not look at her

I love her truly…but what if it was me who hurt Trunks…the anger in his eyes that day when Gohan took off with him he would not stop glaring at me there was hate in his eyes I thought he was mad about his mother but what if it was me what if it was because I was able to find someone…he turned me away so why would he care? I still do not know why he changed he became so distant it was not planned Bulla and I we just clicked in away Trunks and I never could Goten thought

“Yes right now day by day” they looked to see Popo and Dende walking towards them. The two had over heard them talking in the hallway and waited for the three to finish talking

“Ok” Goten said sadly as they walked away from Gohans’’ room into the main chamber where Popo had food set out for them, leaving Gohan and Trunks alone for awhile

In the room

Gohan POV

I lay there by Trunks waiting for him to wake up I hear what they said and I wanted answer of my own the fear again in my brother had returned

“You are right it dose make sense it explains a lot, how many of us were infected?” I whispered I had always wonder why father never fought back why he let Bulma and mother hurt him why he would let Vegeta suffer now I had a better idea why.

The withdrawals would explain why Vegeta kept away from everyone and why father seamed so unhappy all this past year so maybe that is what happened they went threw a relapse of some kind knowing this needed to get away but where would they go knowing dad he would want to find a cure yes even Vegeta would try if not for him for Trunks. I remember Vegeta seamed so worried about Trunks that day he asked me to get Trunks take him faraway from the day, it was the same time I brought Trunks to the small house to get him away from everyone around him

But where could they go that Bulma would not know about it was all I could do to find a place to take care of Vegeta…

“That is it!” I sat up right jumping out of the bed on a hunch I left the room to find some answers of my own

Trunks POV

“Owe ass” I mutter as I am nearly thrown to the floor luckily I hit the bed. I try to sit up slowly my body felt like it was on fire

“Make up you mind” I growled first I was cold now hot pain shot threw my tired body

“What where you talking about what makes sense? And what about infecting us what are you up to Gohan?” I wondered waiting for Gohan to come back he lay there but as time went on I was getting scared searching I could not find Gohan’s ki sitting up again I growled as my body screamed in protest. Concerned why he was gone so long I tried to find Gohan I pulled himself out of the bed making it a few step head felt heavy as another tremor went threw me causing me to fall to the cold floor crying out as pain shot threw me

“Don’t leave me” I tried calling out to him scare why he left me behind. My body throbbed I could not understand why he would leave like he did why he was gone so long was I wrong and he did not care I am a fool. As these fear became stronger I felt strong arms sounded me looking up he saw Gohan by my side

“Gohan” I whispered the heat blinding my body it was so intense it was like my soul was on fire

“You are a pain you know that” Gohan teased opening my eyes I saw him smiling as he lifted me to the bed

“I can walk” I growled he knowing damn well I could not but was not about to tell Gohan that bad enough Gohan saw me like this

“Ya so can I, your point?” I studied Gohan he was different like that day he taunted me when I first woke up after escaping work yet again and he had taken me to that strange house

“More then you can handle” I challenged the hot feeling fading as I watch Gohan it was being replaced with desire to strip him down make him beg at my feet, I watched as Gohan crawled onto the bed with me a different heat entering my mind. I felt better with him by my side the pain eased a bit

“You think so” he hissed in my ear

“I Know so” I hiss back Gohan pinned me to the bed I who was still not up to power on the bed kissing my neck I moaned as Gohan took my lips with fevered passion his hands roaming over my body arching up as he sent thrilling shivers threw my wanting body I closed my eyes as my clothing once again were vaporized

“Where did you go for so long, I thought you left me” I gasped out the fear was still there in the back of my mind as a tingling sensation going threw me was trying to take over my senses. Gohan looked down at me lust in his eyes

“I found them, dad and Vegeta” Eyes wide I try to tried to sit up but Gohan pushed me back down

“Where are they ok?” I asked the feeling of hope filled my mind as the darkness was lifting from my mind slowly with this news and the attention he was giving me

“Later Trunks I will tell you later” I looked at him puzzled Gohan laughed I swear he loved to confusing me

“Trunks trust me they are fine stop worrying about everyone else and start worrying what I am going to do to you” he whispered in my ear as he nipped I closed my eyes letting Gohan tend to him it was thrilling to feel the warmth Gohan was giving me

“Mine” Gohan growled embedding himself in my sweet entrance, my eyes opened wide in shock as pain over riding the pleasure I could not hold back the whimper as Gohan leaned back down taking my lips kissing me as he let the me adjust after a moment he moved again I whimpered as he moved up and down slowly at first then faster I cried out as Gohan hit home sending me to a new sensation the first time was thrilling this time as I let Gohan have full control it was overwhelming

“Gohan more uh” my back arched up begging with my eyes for Gohan to move faster obliging Gohan picked up the pace

“Trunks oh god “ Gohan hissed each movement was pushing us father there over the edge I was afraid to cross but did not want it to stop either as I echoed with each thrust his moans growing louder as his completion came closer

“Gohan harder stop pissing around” I hissed knowing he was still holding back. Gohan complied transforming his eye darkening as a strong aura surrounded us as he transforming into his mystic state Gohan moved faster. The low moans turned moans turned to cries of pure pleasure not to be out done by him I too transformed to match Gohan’s thrusts as I said before he was not going to out do me, white light filled my mind as his shouts my name with one last thrust I feel him laying on my catching his breath I smile at the pleasure we went threw me

Hours later Gohan held me close as we rested content in the feel of being in the man’s arms. I thought about father and what Gohan said about finding him and Goku that they are ok I am relived. That just left this damn illness no one could explain, I had a vague memory of being like this before when I was younger I had always thought it was a dream but now he wondered if it was not a dream

A s I lay here in my lovers arms it seam to hot in the room I know it has been a while since we made love together looking over to the man holding me I see he is sleeping not wanting to wake him I go to move from Gohans’ embrace my body felt heavy with every movement

“Trunks you ok”

Damn sorry I thought as I went to say yes I felt my body betray me Gohan was up in seconds as I emptied his stomach all over him and the bed Gohan shouted for help Piccolo was the first fallowed by Dende I felt week as I saw the mess I was making but could not stop either the heat was intense this was worse then the cold.

“Trunks hang on it will be ok” Gohan whispered I can feel Dende come closer to us

“Gohan I am sorry” I whispered scared to loose Gohan from being so week

“It is fine I am here for you Trunks just rest” Gohan said softly as he lifted me into his arms holding m close as Popo magically cleaned the bed off once clean Gohan laid me back down moving beside me a cold object on my face I try to bat it away but can not move

Gohan OPV

“Trunks I need you please don’t give up” I whispered in my friends ear as Trunks slept. I know it was going to get a lot worse I need to get a sample of the stuff Bulma used on Trunks maybe there was away to get it out of his system easier then what he was going threw now, but I am scared to leave Trunks alone again. I did that once and Trunks nearly killed himself trying to get out of bed to find me thinking I left him. I am not going to watch Trunks go threw what Vegeta went threw, at least this time I know what was doing it last time with Vegeta he did not know what she had done all I knew was she was hurting both men

“You all will pay all of you will suffer as he is” I whispered as I held Trunks in his arms. A darkness I was trying to keep at bay coming closer to the front of my mind, I was forgetting what I was asked to do as the hate slowly was overwhelming my mind all I could think about was Trunks and how I would get even with them all for hurting him

Down the hallway

Goten paced back and forth in the hallway unsure if he should tell anyone about he darkness forming in his brother’s mind

“Goten I know you want to protect them but if you know something please I can not hear Gohan there is a darkness in his mind I can not get threw” Goten was startled then he nodded as he looked up to see Piccolo beside him

“He is mad at Bulma and mother how they could hurt Trunks like this, he is scared…he over heard what we told you earlier it was why he left for so long…he seamed excited when he came back then Trunks got sick again before he could say where he went, I thought they were ok when I felt what they were doing but now Trunks is relapsing and Gohan is slipping into a dark mood I am scared he will not come out of…” Goten faltered fear in his own mind if Gohan found out he could hear his mind at times

“Goten please tell us” Bulla whispered as a shout from inside save Goten as he bolted to the room again Trunks was being held by Gohan as he was sick this time it was worse Trunks had nothing in his system the dry heaves were straining him Goten watch Gohan hold Trunks close to him talking to him all the time his aura was turning darker it was almost black now the anger in him taking over his mind

“I have to do something” he whispered

“Where you going Goten?” Bulla asked fallowing him out to the courtyard, he looked at her he knew what he was about to do could cost him her and his life if ever Vegeta returned.

On earth

Goten landed back at the place he once called home he saw his mother there in eth kitchen he walked in calling for her she rushed out yelling

“Where you been?” she cried he shook his head keeping her arms length from him

“Mother what did Bulma do to Trunks?” she glared at him

“You been go for a month now and all you can…” she was interrupted as he pinned her to eth wall

“I asked you a question what did Bulma do to Trunks?” ChiChi shook her head

“As if I would tell you” she snapped

“I see but you do know?” he asked stepping back a bit she nodded walking away from him not fearing the boy he was too much like his father he will not endanger anyone

“And me and Gohan where we infected?” she looked back at him

“No need, I can control you easy enough” she said bluntly but there was a look in her eyes Goten never seen before it was cruel as she watched behind him

You are lying you said me what about Gohan?

“Father, is that why dad has changed?” her eyes darkened

“Do not know or care Goten now if you do not mind if all you are here for is to point fingers I am busy”

She is awful confident…oh I see he though as he sensed Bulma behind him he vanished sending a small ki ball at his mother it just missed her as she dove to the ground, Goten saw the needle in Bulma’s hand and the liquid in it

“I see” he whispered taking from her with easy grabbing her wrist so she can not connect with him. he threw the woman at his mother as Videl walked in too see him standing there she went to the two woman

“By the way Trunks is dead and Gohan not far behind you win dad is gone my friend is gone, soon I will loose my brother what was the point why would you do this?” He shouted his mother just watched him

“Where is Bulla?” Bulma asked helping ChiChi up

“Do not know or care” Goten sad bluntly as he walked out of eth house lifting to the air he still could feel Gohan’s mind it was so full of hate and darkness , Trunks was full of shame and a longing to be loved it was over whelming him clouding his judgment

The woman rushed out of the house looking up at him he looked down

“Is there a cure for the shit?” he asked Bulma laughed

“No kid even if there was no way would I give it to you,”

I see then there is no reason to let you live” He said as he raised his hand forgetting his niece the blast was knocked away he glared at her as she hovered near him protecting her mother and the other two woman

“They are killing your father Pan” she shook her head

“He died years ago Goten you need to except that, your brother died alone time ago when Grappa die” Goten shook with anger

It this why you are never around anymore you disowned him you did give up on him I had so hoped you had not Goten thought as anger built in him he did not see Bulma hand something to Pan then her charging for him as a hand on his should then darkness then a dim light as he found himself in a small room looking around he saw it was the house he found Gohan and Trunks in looking up he saw the one holding his shoulder was his father

“Dad?” he was scared to hope, when Gohan left the look out earlier that day he came back excited saying he found them but never told him who Trunks got sick again Gohan has not left his side since then

“Hey Goten” he looked at the needle in his son’s hand he cringed but said nothing as Vegeta made himself known

“You, I thought Gohan said he would go get it whatever hand it over brat” He walked over to Goten his eye piercing Goten’s soul

He knows I am so dead

“You have know idea kid but right now there other thing needing to be done, like saving your brother and my son” Goten watch Puzzled as Vegeta carefully took the syringe

“But it is Trunks who is sick”

“No Goten it is and always has been Gohan, yes they infected Trunks but it was always Gohan who was infected to the extreme Vegeta hopes Trunks is reacting from Gohan’s ki ” Goku said as he watched Vegeta leave the room guiding his son to the couch he explain what he knew

“Vegeta told me who it was that took care of him, I had always wondered but never wanted to think about it too long, he told me how Gohan stayed with him for days until the stuff was out of his system. I was luckier they did not put as much in me as him, she wanted to brake him by using me and Gohan I did not know your brother was there it was who Vegeta told me after he left saying he be back right away. I sensed Trunks in pain as did Vegeta but we hoped Gohan would be back sooner ever second counts” Goten listen as his father filled in a few blanks

“Dad why is it Trunks getting sick then?” Goku shook his head sadly

“Goten you should go back your brother is looking for you” they looked over to see Vegeta walking I his eyes met Goten’s

“Ok” he nodded

“Oh and Goten?” he looked back

“Ya”

“If you ever do that again I will kill you she trust you rely on her once and awhile so much like those two you are” Goten nodded rushing out of the house taking to the air to meet his brother who should be with Trunks not looking for him. The look Vegeta gave him was so cold but for Goten who had watched Vegeta shrink into the shadows it was a relief to see him back to normal

“That was cruel” Goku said to Vegeta, Vegeta smiled

“Yep I know did you tell him why Trunks was so ill?” He said looking back at Goku before returning to his work.

“No I could not tell him there was so little hope left in him, let him think it is mostly his brother for now…” Vegeta said nothing leaving the room in the small house where he spent may days fighting Gohan’s help as he recovered

They had Left the GR once Bulma left CC she thought she had killed them but thankfully both men were immune to the poisonous gas she was filtering into the GR, Vegeta did feel guilty for upsetting everyone but it had to look and feel real he never knew how messed up his son was.

“Vegeta can Gohan be saved or is it too late?” Goku asked walking towards him he turned looking at a man he needed more then life

“I wont know until this is done now go rest we are in for a long hall” Goku nodded going to the bedroom resting. He felt bad not telling Goten the truth about Trunks but what was done was done

Rushing to the look out he saw Gohan on the edge looking at him his eyes dark his aura black as night

“How is Trunks” he asked

“Fine where were you? What you do to Bulla she wont stop crying Piccolo found her out her laying on the ground” Goten shrank away from his brothers anger wishing Trunks was there to distract him

“I went to see mother to get answers they tried to used that stuff on me Pan was helping them…Dad saved me ” Goten whispered Gohan eyes narrowing as he tried remembering something he was supposed to do before Trunks relapsed something to do with his father and Vegeta but all he could remember is his anger at his family

I can’t remember what it was he asked me to do I was so worried when I felt the pain Trunks was in

“You where supposed to get some of the stuff Trunks was infected with then meet dad and Vegeta to give them a sample of…” He stopped bighting his lip Gohan’s eyes where on him in a second as Goten answered his brother thoughts with out thinking

“What are you how do you know that?” he snapped Goten moved away

“I told you dad saved me from them…Gohan I can hear your mind sometimes when you are hurt or angry like now, I don’t mean to I just wanted answers I am scared Trunks will die and I will loose you because of it” Gohan stopped glaring at his brother as his mind tried to calm it self down

“Goten if you ever…” he did not finish as he stood there his mind clouding up again as his anger was over taking his commonsense

“Gohan please I never meant…”

“Oh shut up” Gohan snapped turning away from his brother

“Did you take the stuff to father?”

“Yes” Goten whispered “They are in the house you were in with Trunks” Gohan nodded as he walked into the look out to check on Trunks

“I don’t understand, I told him that already what is wrong with him?” he whispered the anger his brother was slowly frighten him

“Goten” he looked behind him to see Bulla her eyes filled with tears he looked away remembering what Vegeta had said and what he did to her so she would not fallow him

“I told you not to make her cry brat” Goten did not move as he saw two figure standing proud before him Bulla cried out as she ran to her father Vegeta held her for a moment then moved her away gently walking over to Goten he backed away slowly

“Where is Gohan?” Vegeta asked Goten pointed to eth look out trying not to meat Vegeta death star as he held his crying daughter

“Vegeta stop teasing him” Goten moved back looking at his father who was smiling the first in years

“Dad Goku?” it was a faint whisper all looked to see Trunks shakily walking towards them Gohan no were to be seen

“Trunks” Goten ran over to him

“Stop it” Trunks growled trying to Push Goten away as he watched his father Vegeta went over to him he was trying to find Gohan but instead finds his father and Goku

“Play nice Trunks, Goten helped find a relief from you hot and cold flashes” Goku said as Trunks stopped glaring at Goten Vegeta walked over to his son his eyes showed sadness but pride as well

“You did well considering how much was in your system” Trunks nodded not sure what he was talking about but if there was a relief to the pain he was all for it

“Take this” he handed Trunks a syringe with a clear liquid in it Trunks took I it jabbing it into his arm grateful his father did not do it his head reeled as blackness came true blackness and a peace of mind he never knew as he slept dreamless

“What you do?” Goten asked holding onto Trunks, Vegeta had this nasty habit of knocking his son out

“Closed his mind to every one including your brother” Vegeta said sadly Goten was puzzled but said nothing as his dad took Trunks from him

“We need to find Gohan” Vegeta said concerned he was not with Trunks

“He is right here” Piccolo said throwing Gohan to eth ground he did not move. Piccolo looked ruffled up a bit but not hurt too much

“Nice” Vegeta muttered seeing Gohan was already passed out

“That was easy” Goku said Piccolo glared at him

“What is going on” Goten asked tired of the confusion, his father placed a hand on his shoulder

“Rest Goten” Goku said as darkness filled Goten’s mind drowning out the screams of his lover.

“Bulla stop you need to rest too it will all work out please trust me?” Goku said as she stood with her father Vegeta held her keeping her close to him as she gasped as Piccolo carried Trunks and Gohan towards a large wooden door

“Trusted me it will work out they need to be in a place where no one can interfere it is going to be a hard change for them” Vegeta whispered as he put his daughter to sleep a small needle in his hand as she slumped against him Goku shivered at the sight of the needle but said nothing as he took Bulla from her father Vegeta disincarnated the syringe.

Vegeta watched as Gohan and Trunks were placed inside by Piccolo then he watched as Piccolo came back over to them picking up Goten he carried Goten inside sighing as he walked with Goku as he carried Bulla towards the door he pauses a moment Goku looked back at him

“You are going to be ok with this?” Goku asked it was one thing for the boys to be in there but Bulla would be too and she was not the fight they were

“I don’t know. I will have to be I guess…come on it sounds like they are having fun in there” he watched Goku as he walked towards eth door he shuddered hating the woman for what she did to the young ones Bulla and Goten were the only one spared for some reason she never found the pair a threat

Even though she was not infected she was being put in there to help with Trunks and to keep Goten Going, Vegeta hoped she was strong enough as Goku stepped inside the Time Room as he disappeared there was a loud explosion from inside all but Trunks and Gohan were thrown out as the door slammed shut Vegeta ran over to them asking what happened

“No clue” Goku whispers still holding Bulla sleeping form

“Trunks” Piccolo said annoyed “They were fighting it was bad as Goku came in Trunks turned his eyes blazing with anger as Gohan trashed talked him he blasted us all out of there”

Vegeta closed his eyes

I did not know how bad my son was he hid it so well now I understand why Goten was so worried but why did no one see it in Gohan even Goku did not see it until I pointed it out to him after Gohan left us at the house

“Because Gohan is normally passive no one saw the change not even himself” Goku said sadly as they walked into the main part of eth look out Vegeta grunted then stopped looking at Goku’s back

“What are you talking about clown?” Vegeta asked Goku looked back at him

“You asked why no one noticed about Gohan” he paused as Vegeta stared at him

“No I did not….not aloud anyways” he muttered

“Yes you did…” Goku paused then he called to Vegeta in his mind turning his head slightly for Vegeta not to see his face

Vegeta can you hear me?

“Of course I can fool now move it” Vegeta did not look at him he did not dare hope

He heard me Goku thought as he watched Vegeta walk away a new hope formed in his mind.