Welcome to DBZ Love Garden

Two bedrooms, kitchen, dining area, office and living room type of house with 2000s square feet, give or take, out in the country with plenty of wide open space, and not a neighbor, or a family member around for miles… That was the kind of place that Gohan and Trunks wanted, and with a couple months of construction that is what they got. With plush carpets, lavish furniture, and spectacular finishings and fixtures. Even the walls with all the right trim, and colors were in good taste. They had a thing for the leather, and antique look. You almost didn’t want to breathe for fear of breaking something. But, both boys didn’t mind getting a little ruffed up, or roused inside of the home. Everything was either fixable or replaceable. With that in mind they had thoroughly broke in the house by fucking the stuffing out of each other.

But, life wasn’t always as you expected things to happen. It had a way of working itself out to how it felt it was suppose to be. And, just because you can win a fight, and take a mate doesn’t mean that said mate will accept you after the hormones have worn off. That was the problem Trunks was currently experiencing. It might have been four months ago that he was in heat, fucked Gohan many times over, and moved in with him… But, now that his senses were coming back to him he really didn’t like those thoughts at all. He really didn’t like the thought of being a home maker and an owner of company while Gohan was a teacher and well… nothing.

Thus, it began. The epic battle of two adult male Saiyans who had all the purpose in the world to destroy one another or so they thought. They’d settle for egos, and making life miserable. Point being they were just fed up, tired of the whole arrangement. There wasn’t one thing they could agree on outside of the great sex, and sleeping in two separate bedrooms. But, getting them to the point they wanted to have great sex was the hard part. Neither wanted to be touched or turned on, it just had to happen, and they had no choice but to give in.

A day off, and Trunks wasn’t planning on lifting a finger to do anything. He took a seat in the dining room as he wrapped his hands around the coffee mug. Still in the process of waking up he proceeded to yawn. A couple stray hairs from yesterdays pony tail fell from behind his ears as he glanced up at the clock. Damn he couldn’t remember ever sleeping this late. It would be at least half an hour until Vegeta arrived. He hoped Gohan’s lazy ass managed to stay gone long enough for him to enjoy time with his dad. He put down the half drank mug of coffee and headed for the bathroom. He thought a shower might be best before his dad arrived.

Trunks wasn’t going any fancier than a pair of ruffed up jeans and a white tank top. After all it was his day off, he should be able to enjoy it and do with it as he saw fit. He was still towel drying his hair when he opened the door. He gave the best smile he could muster. He couldn’t get Gohan out of his head no matter how much or hard he tried.

Vegeta got a look at his son, and then at the residence. Everything looked in tack, and he could hardly understand the phone call. Then he got a glimpse of a room that even if it was clean was very well used. “Issues on the home front already son?” Despite feeling horrible that things for his son weren’t going well he couldn’t help his dry laugh.

“That’s putting it lightly.” Trunks said with a roll of his eyes. “He’s a lazy piece of shit. All he does is go to work, and come home and be a couch potato.” He growled closing the door a little harder than he meant to. “While I go to work, and play house wife…”

Vegeta patted his son on the back. “Instincts aren’t always the most wonderful thing in the world. Since he claimed you as his mate you are technically the woman in the family.” He took a seat on the sofa, and patted the cushion next to him in a ‘come sit’ motion.

“Did you have to lose to Gohan?” Trunks said rather bitterly as he sat down next to his father. He sighed as he shook his head and the bitterness off his ‘shoulder’. “I’m sorry… I’m not blaming you or anything… It is just that…” He looked his father in the eyes showing his sincerity.

Vegeta shook his head as he settled back on the sofa making himself comfortable. “You don’t need to explain why your angry, or to apologize. It is all rather reasonable… After all you are a ‘victim’ of tradition.” He smirked. “So you may not have the male upper hand, but you have the female… So to speak.” He chuckled.

“You mean without sex.” Trunks gave one of those wicked smirks that matched his fathers. “Shame is that it affects me just as much as him… But, if it gets the point across.” After he grabbed the remote to the television he too settled into the sofa and made himself comfortable. Ideas were already starting to spin webs in his head.