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The people hated their king and hated their king's mate. Regardless, a cub would bring prosperity to their rein, as was the custom. Trunks evened his temper as he walked down the streets of the royal city with his amused husband. It was spring on Planet Vegetasei, so the ripe scent of fertility mingled with the daily musk of men and infuriated their king.

He didn’t feel like walking around the kingdom. ‘‘Are we done here? The closer we get to the bar, the more tempted I am to drink.’’

Gohan smirked seemingly to himself as he inspected a tray of bread. ‘‘No alcohol until the baby is born, kid. Why so irritated? It’s a beautiful day, the birds are chirping…’’

‘'You know how much I hate this royalty shit. If one more guy taps his fingers in my direction I’m going to kick his ass. I’m not special and this showing face is just further proving the point.’’

The older demi took his arm and laid a hand over it as they walked. ‘‘You can’t enjoy the moment can you? The only time you behave is when we have sex. Is that what you want?’’

The young king blushed as he thought about it. Knowing Gohan he would take him in the street and he would lose the cred he had left. The possibility was tempting though. Unconsciously he chewed at his lips and found himself staring into warm, mischievous eyes.

Gohan quirked a brow. ‘‘You really know how to give me a hard time..’’

They stopped and the guards beside them tapped their breast plates and bowed. “Your highness.”

Gohan had a glint in his eyes that Trunks found he hated. It had been so easy during the terror of the androids to mask this side of him. His teacher reeked of arrogance. An unabashed boldness that spoke to the young king's nerves. He wanted to punch his face in and kiss the scars.

Was this marriage? His mother never spoke of her tenuous marriage to his father, but he could see it was dense with the mixture of irritation and lust. Was it a uniquely human quality his muddled blood has surfaced, or was it the same with full blooded saiyans? He watched pale fingertips rub over rough patches of facial hair and found a great desire to find out.

He watched with fascination as his lover spoke to the guards. “We would like to see the spring fights the people are so fond of…”

One of the guards blushed. “Forgive me Lord Gohan…I think you mean warrior week..”

“Yes…I have heard the men fight till they are bloody. This excites your king. Take us there at once.“

Trunks shook his head. “No. I wish to go where mates go to… bond. “

Tanned cheeks darkened at his words. Perhaps it was too bold. Too soon to make demands; he was a young king after all. The guards moods seemed to darken at his request. “My king, the jungle is a days trek on foot.”

“Then we will fly.”

“The jungle is for rutting your highness, it will be unpleasant to watch and...dangerous...”

Unpleasant…surely it could be no more unpleasant than the chills running down his spine…the ache he had on the inside. Trunks swallowed the lump in his throat. “Let us go and dress for the occasion and leave at once.”

***

The flight over to the jungle was marked by the skyscraper like formations covering the dune lands of the planet. It was hot, heady with the scent of dust, as if the armies of old were buried in its dirt covered hills. It reminded the young saiyan of the ruins of west city. Of toppled buildings. Hidden mounds of concrete in an otherwise desolate scape.

How many times had he walked to the ruins of the city, searching for him in toppled coffee shops and sparking office buildings. In those days he had expected to see brown eyes mirror joy at his return. Love. It was such a foolish thought. One of someone too young to understand consequences.

He dared stare over at Gohan from his cloak and found his eyes darkened. Unsurprised. ‘'I just want to see…’’

Gohan frowned, black spikes whipping in the wind as they flew between lavender clouds. He had known long ago that Trunks was impetuous. It was just how deep that vein ran that surprised him. He had to have something to strive for. Something to give his all to. A family was not enough.

Now that he had turned his attention from their fathers, it appeared he would be his next target. He was Vegeta’s son after all. ‘‘Anything you want, brat. Just know if we are different, I don’t want to change a damn thing…”

Blue eyes looked away as the younger demi blushed up to his roots. Something about the way his lover said that, he was reminded of their bonding night, how he let him take him beyond the heights of pleasure. How he had forgotten, Son Gohan was dangerous.

They finally made it through the heat to the heavy jungle canopy. The first thing Gohan noticed was the scent of this place. It was rich—intoxicating— the smell of arousal was strong.

So strong as they met the soft grass on the outskirts of the tree line, the guards stepped back and made shaky taps of their breast plates before bowing. “My lord, we are here, but let us turn back, this place is not meant for us to tread…”

Trunks frowned. “Why? Is it too much for you?”

One of the guards whose name was Choke(CEE-OKE), shook his head. Trunks remembered the man coming in Gohan's room many times when they were fucking, and had little remorse for his shaking or his arousal which was tenting his tights.

“Myself and Bega have not claimed mates, your highness, the jungle is…most dangerous for us. There are men who roam the jungle for sport. They capture men and make them Saimina against their will…”

Gohan arched a brow, standing unconcerned as his arousal strained in his uniform. “Sai..mina. That means… submissive right? You may stay here.”

Trunks growled loudly. “They will come with us. Am I not your king? I carry the next heir to the throne. You will suffer through or I will have you both demoted.”

Gohan sighed. He was really being a brat today; he may need that coffee sooner than he thought. “Trunks…”

Crystalline eyes pinned him and shook the warrior's heart. “They are coming with us…” It was a whisper, but they all shook with fear. It was clear the young king was starting to display some of those… Vegeta qualities.

During the time they had been here, Gohan had read in detail the history of the Kuni line. They were a proud clan, a fierce breed. As he looked onto Trunk's eyes he could see he was definitely born of that lineage.

With a famous Son smile the older demi lifted a hand to the small path between the trees. “Sorry guys. Guess you better protect your butts.”

Trunks smirked as he pulled at his hood and they began the journey into the deep jungle.

***

The growth of the saiyan jungle was a beautiful shade of Verde. It was wrapped in heavy leaves and thickened moss of deep blue along the floor. Flowers of crimson and shady violet broke up the large backdrop and mingled with soft vines. There was fruit here. Fruit that resembled oranges. Apples. Cherries. The farther they walked the louder the sounds of screaming and grunts.

The king felt he could not stop himself from growing excited. He desperately wanted to know if they were the same, if what Gohan did in the ceremony room was common for every saiyan. Did they all experience such… pleasure? Inside his tights his sex responded and thumped with his anticipation.

Gohan gripped his arm and drew him close. Mentally he whispered. ‘Are you done showing off…we can leave now and you can have some coffee in my old room…I know you miss it…’

The lavender haired teen shuddered with need. Ever since that night he was desperate for it, ever since his teeth clamped against his neck he could think of nothing else. His reign, his father, their past. They all seemed muted under the presence of Gohan. He was weak for his presence, slave to his desire.

He had to know if he was the only one… possessed. ‘‘N-No… I want to see it…’’

Just as he stepped forward a naked saiyan ran passed them laughing. Trunks blushed darkly as the man jumped upwards into the canopy and out of sight.

“What the hell?” Choke growled. “My king we must go before his Daimina comes!”

Gohan gripped his young lover tighter as he heard growling and dropped into a stance. The branches began bending and snapping around them and for the first time since the androids, he felt real fear.

From the heavy bushes a large saiyan appeared. Naked. Bloody. He had long black hair which reminded him of Radditz but he was enormous. He turned an eye to them and growled deep in his chest.

Trunks shook like a leaf as his eyes betrayed him and wandered down to behold the sight of his monstrous erection. Seed dripped and bubbled from the reddened tip and dripped onto the jungle floor. “Fuck-“

“What business does two half breeds and unmatted soldiers have in the Jungle of Sal…have you come to steal what is mine…” The man was practically fuming.

Trunks looked behind and found the soldier called Bega had pissed himself. With a tremble the king pulled his hood off. “I am King Trunks and I have come here with my mate to watch your claim…”

The large saiyan smirked. “The little king wishes to watch me claim my intended… what a fucking honor…”

A bloody tongue dragged over the saiyan's cut lip and Trunks stepped back. “If you dislike the idea we will continue forward, we do not wish you nor your intended any harm…”

“I care not. I am called Cumber, the little delicious creature I chase is called Rot…”

As if he witnessed the entire scene, the smaller saiyan jumped from the perch between them and bowed before brightly smiling at him. “Your highness!! You bless our bond, please!“

Before he could finish, Cumber grabbed him by the neck and forced him against the bark of a tree.

Trunks frowned. “Is it custom to hurt one's mate before fucking?!”

Cumber laughed roughly into his intended's pale shoulder. “Yes little king, why yes it is. Rot here has availed my chase for 3 days. I have killed many men and beast to have him now, isn’t that right, Rotto?”

The small saiyan shuddered violently and pushed his form into the other. “Y-Yes… it was my Daimina’s wish for me to do so…”

Trunks watched with wide eyes and the large saiyan ran his bloody hands over soft skin and bare cheeks. It was somehow more intimate than he thought it would b, he could do little more than step back into Gohan's arms with stifle breath as the saiyan pressed his arousal against that backside. With a vicious thrust he penetrated… that heat and Rott screamed violently and clawed the bark from the tree, eyes fluttering with pain. “C-CUMBER-IT’S TOO MUCH!!”

Cumber growled, but his hips were slow as he began to stroke into his lover. Tanned hips circled and dipped as he pushed the younger saiyan's head against the tree. “Too much—yes—it was too much the way you watch me…the way you call my name… you have tortured me Rott… you have made me this… desperate thing…”

Tails whipped and entwined as they found a hard, deep rhythm between them. A bloody tongue licked down the saiyan's spine and seed was sprayed all over the tree trunk. The king moaned as he watched seemingly helpless, nails digging into his lover's forearms. He could see it, Rott’s submission, his body went lax and he was rutted against the tree his eyes his broken will was visible, in tears. He cried, wept in pleasure. Picked up and made love to on the jungle floor surrounded by leaves and broken branches.

Pale legs stretched apart as the large saiyan came inside his quivering heat and seated his claim into flesh. “MY MATE!!”

They had to follow cautiously as their passion marked the path and their king did not turn away. Only when the smaller saiyan collapsed in large arms did they begin to retreat, for Cumber had lost himself in the heat. He punished the poor saiyan even as he laid in his arms unconscious of how his hips grinded or how his manhood jerked.

***
During the return trip Trunks was silent. Gohan had so much he wanted to say to him, but he knew nothing would assuage him. Through their bond he could see flashes of memories, passion. Trunks wanted to remember their bonding night in vivid detail..after witnessing the display of passion with his own eyes, the fighter had no desire to remember it.

Even still, he worried till guilt pitted his stomach and it did not go away when they made it to the castle. Trunks settled on their bed and just stared out at the now indigo sky, a knee propped in his royal gown. Gohan took off his armor and behind him to kiss his bond mark. “We are different…”

Trunks shook his head. “No, we are the same. I want you…I have always wanted you…and you punish my body because of it. There is nothing unique about our bond. I’m glad…”

Gohan blushed into the soft linen as he massaged the teen's hips. “Glad…”

“Yes. We are not special, so I can take comfort in that, and you can let your guilt go Gohan. I’d do it all over again. While I can’t remember all of it, what is important is that it happened. You scare me, but I like it, now I know I’m supposed to like it…”

He turned to stand on his knees against him and blushed darkly, cheeks covered in black spikes. He inhaled that rich deep musk which was uniquely Gohan and clutched his neck to press the soldier further into his chest. All day he could think about nothing but him; smell nothing but his arousal. A hand slid up his twitching thigh to uncover his warm backside to the morning air.

Weakly, the king of all Vegetasei whined. “Gohan…”

Gohan let his back fall back against the headboard and rubbed the slickness between his cheeks.”Shh… I’m here. You want it right…” Callused fingers smeared wet arousal over plumpness before stroking slowly into his tightness.

Trunks sobbed. “I want it-I want it!!”

The older demi smiled against warm linen covered pecks as he pulled his erection from tight boxers. So close, so close to him, all he could think was Trunks was beautiful all frustrated. He gripped lavender hair messily tied in a bun and forced his face against his lap.

Trunks moaned and immediately opened his lips to take his girth. It was delicious to feel Gohan's dominance, feel his fist struggling to hold his head still, to feel his musky sex pushing into his mouth. Creaming. Pulsing.

Pale hips bucked up against his cheeks and the king gagged, hands pushing him back. “That’s it baby. Ugh, Trunks you feel so good… here...” He was lifted up and dark eyes gripped his heart. “Ride my cock Trunks…”

The king trembled as he straddled powerful thighs and pulled his nightgown off. He had to look away as he positioned hard saiyan cock against his spasming entrance. Gohan had all the control. He ruled. He dominated. He sat down against him slowly and his toes curled as he was pushed down.

They both cried out and before he could begin to move, Gohan was taking him. Hips slapped deftly against his backside and sent wave after wave of shocking pleasure deep inside. Dull nails clawed at pale skin as the small basin of his pleasure was pounded viciously by his husband’s rigid shaft.

The harder he was punished the more he craved till the younger warrior was screaming his pleasure against the headboard above his mate's head. “GOHANNG!! YESSS!!”

Gohan growled loudly, propped up against the bed as his hips worked wildly in the air against royal flesh. Pounded that heat sucking his flesh without mercy, tugging from that small heated place repeatedly. “MINE!!”

“YOURS!! GOHAN I’M COMING-“

Gohan hissed as he felt the teen flex around his cock and looked forward at his bouncing cock. “DO IT!!”

On command the poor teen quaked and seed jetted from his neglected manhood all over his husband's face. He trembled and fell down into his lap only to come again as hot seed spilled in his womb. Blue eyes rolled and the king arched backwards in pleasure. “G-Gohan…f-fuck….”

**
Gohan tried to keep his anger down, but as he looked into blue eyes he couldn’t. He stepped forward and Bulma blushed and stepped closer to her desk. “Why… why would you do this…?”

“It was time for him to move on, Gohan, for you both to move on. I did what I had to do, said what he needed to hear…”

Brown eyes watered. “Do you have any idea how happy he was, knowing that we made life together. He was proud of having this baby Bulma. Not only have you lied to him… you have lied to me… to the people…”

Bulma bit her knuckle and turned from him, eyes watering. She only did what she had to..to help Mirai move on. They all needed to move on. Hesitantly, she turned an eye to him. “W-What if…we… got Mirai pregnant? I’m sure I could do it, I need dna samples, some splicing material. I… I could do it and he'd never know…”

The Lord growled loudly. Was this what he was to be reduced to? Lying to his husband…Trunks was already so fragile…

“Do what you need to do and do it quickly…”

***

From the palace tower Son Gohan stood on the balcony, eyes darkened as he listened to his father ramble on from his scouter. “Yes everything seems to be ok now. Trunks and Gohan got married and it looks like you’re gonna be a grampa now…”

There was loud excited noises coming from the scouter. “Hear that Vegeta?!! We are gonna be grandpas!!”

There was some movement inside the tower and Goten hissed. “I gotta go… I’ll call back in a few days.”

He punched the button and turned to see the unwanted king staggering out to the balcony. “Who were you talking to?”

The young demi blanched. “The return squad, they ran into a fuel issue but found a new by docking planet. They have refueled and will be here within the day…”

As he looked closer he saw that the older teen was drunk and just barely suited in his armor. “My king…are you…drunk? The baby-“

“There is no baby, Goten. I had the chief doctor check because Bulma is a liar. It's one of the things I hate about her…”

Without grace he tossed up a bottle of brown liquor and sat against the wall. “I have done everything I asked of you Goten… if I have to stay here… I want people beside me I can trust. Can I trust you, Goten?

Goten swallowed. “O-Of course…”

“Good. Things are going to change around here, starting with Bulma. I want her gone Goten. Gone before breakfast.”

“But… Trunks…”

“I want her gone. Do it.”