Don't Call Me Father
by Card     More by this Writer
During Vegeta and Future Trunks' time in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, tempers flare between father and son...that is, until something in both of them sparks a strange interest for one another.

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Don't Call Me Father
He was never that impressed with the kid. Okay, so he could be a Super Saiyan. Okay so he had traversed the laws of Time and Space and come back in time to help them defeat the monster Android Cell.
But his hair was too light and he was too much of a wimp. A sniveling little puppy sort of thing with a real father complex. Like Vegeta was just supposed to start...hugging him. Or something.

Which was about as likely as Vegeta deciding that all this time he had been wrong about Kakarot and the only way to show that he really didn't mind the overgrown overly-powerful show-off of an idiot would be to strip naked and beg him to fuck him.

Neither were going to happen.

And then he and the kid were in the damn time chamber, with the damn endless whiteness, and the endless 'fathers' and all that shit, and he was so sick of the kid looking at him for some sort of comfort or affection or anything. But he managed not to get so pissed off that he would hurt the boy. In fact, mostly, he was okay with the situation (even if he was stuck in a giant white thing.)

Until the boy said 'father' at the wrong time. And then he grabbed him, shoved him down (he thought he was shoving down, when everything was white it was hard to tell) and he smashed him into the ground.

"DON'T CALL ME FATHER!" he shouted. "I am NOT your father!"

Oooh, look at the anger in his eyes now. Narrowed blue eyes looked back up at him, with enough hate that it was (finally) obvious who the kid's father was. And he shoved Vegeta back, flashed bright in yellow (without any sort of build up at at all--pretty impressive) and he followed him to his feet. Shoved him again.

"No wonder you couldn't save the world!" he shouted at Vegeta.

"No wonder my mother never said anything about you!" And he ran up to him faster than he could move, grabbed him by the shoulders and knocked him down. "You think you're just so great."

He grabbed the kid's ankle. Yanked him down, heard his head smack something solid and dragged him under him. Grabbed his hands before he could move them and held them down. Bruised his lily-white skin and just smirked at him.

"That's what a Saiyan is."

He liked this side of the kid.

"A midget prince with granduer issues?" Trunks snapped back.

And Vegeta had the boy on his knees with his arm twisted behind his back before he even realized he had moved. Trunks was gasping in pain and he smirked at him, leaned over his shoulder to see his face, and Trunks looked at him out of the side of his eyes. Shot ki back at him.
That close it was impossible to deflect, so he flew back, Trunks followed him. Climbed on top of him and grabbed his hands just the same, leaning over him, so their hips were pressed together and he was close enough Vegeta could feel his breath.

"No," Vegeta said. And he rolled Trunks under him, heard the gasp of shock and felt the thighs fall away from his waist as he pressed down against him, between his legs, used the shock to grab Trunks' arms and held them down by his side. Because the kid was turned on. And he looked almost horrified by it.

"This," he said, grinding down against the hardness against him. Making the horrified look change into a blushing-virgin look as the boy bit his own mouth and blood rolled down his cheek. Vegeta smeared the blood with his thumb, across the pale lips, felt the lips part and pressed his thumb into Trunks' mouth. Ground down harder.

"Stop," Trunks finally whimpered. Like the little big-eyed nobody he was before. Which took all the fun right out of it. Vegeta let him go and sat back. Trunks sat up and looked at him, legs still spread.
"...That can't be normal. You couldn't-- I couldn't-- We couldn't!"

"Then don't." And he got to his feet and walked away from him. Pansy ass little boy. Gaping like a dumb fish on his ass. It was useless. He went to the part of the time chamber that looked vaguely like a house, to the bathroom where the shower was and turned it on. Stripped naked and got in the shower.

The kid was looking at him. He turned his head and looked back. The whole room filled up with steam as they looked. And Trunks blushed like a baby.

"Father--"

"Don't call me that."

"You're impossible!"

"And you're gawking at me naked. Either join or leave." And he paid no attention to the kid or his decision. Busied himself with washing his hair, eyes closed, unconcerned with what was happening. He didn't give a damn one way or another.

But when he opened his eyes, there stood the kid. Long hair wet, looking at him--naked--and Vegeta reached forward and pulled him closer. Kissed him and felt the stiffening of all the other Saiyan's muscles as they touched skin. A vague sense of revulsion that disappeared when the mouth parted under his. Hands ran down his arms, over his shoulders, his back.

"Use the conditioner," is what Trunks said when he finally pulled his mouth away. And he just looked at him, waiting for the disgust or the questions or the whatever he expected.

Vegeta just smirked. Grabbed the bottle and gave it to the boy. Watched Trunks open it and the creamy colored conditioner came out on his hand. He fisted his hand around Vegeta's erection and spread it, repeated that another time and then closed the bottle and dropped it.

"Alright."

Then the long white back was presented to him, Trunks bent forward a little and spread his legs, looked over his shoulder and glanced at him.
There were things about this kid that he just did not know. Things that were now more interesting than they seemed before. He moved forward, put his darker hands on the white skin and spread Trunks' open, pressed his slick erection against the entrance and heard the little gasp. Jerked his hips forward, slid into him. Half-way. Pressed farther, stepped up so they were pressed together.

The kid didn't have a tail scar. He wasn't born with a tail. That was another disappointment. But he was hot, and he was here, and Vegeta moved in him. Sliding. Trunks dropped his head between his shoulders and changed his stance enough that Vegeta was driving into him at a slightly different angle, and that made the kid sob something. Shock. Surprise. Praise--whatever. His body clenched around Vegeta and that was nice, his hips drove back for more and he was making very nice noises.

Vegeta thrust into him. Took joy in the shiver that went down the long legs, the slip of his feet on the tile, and grabbed him around the hips and waist, pounded into him as Trunks scratched at the tile and gasped and mewled. Moaned and panted and groaned and jerked back against him.

The shower sound was drowned by the beating of his own heart and the sound of thier flesh sliding together, the slap of his hips against Trunks. The stink of the other saiyan's arousal, and he dropped his hands down, curled his fingers around the hot erection. Pulled on it as he probed deeper into the willingly presented body.
Felt the hand over his, moving harder and faster, tightening their grip.
He shoved his hips forward hard enough that Trunks stumbled forward, ran into the wall and slapped his hand against it to keep his head from banging the tile. But the fist around Vegeta and his own arousal stayed and worked faster. Frenzied thrusts of hips down into their hand.

Vegeta released, growled as he fucked forward one last time. He stayed inside the hot clenching body as Trunks moved more frantically. Felt the wetness against his fingers and heard the choked groan (sounded something like Gohan to him) and Trunks fell forward, landed on his knees and hung his head. The water was dripping off him everywhere and he didn't look up, and he was shaking.

Damn kid.

He reached down and pulled the boy back to his feet. Pushed him in the shower and let the water rinse him off. Saw the pink-ring around his eyes and said nothing about it. Handed Trunks a rag and the soap and gave him a not-quite-so-hateful look before he left him to clean himself up.

"Thanks," Trunks said when he left. But at least he didn't call him father anymore.
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Vegeta: Card's dead. *points down*
Goku: Yup.
Vegeta: How'd you get here?!
Goku: And I quote "Goku should fuck me" You said it up there.
Vegeta: That's not what I--
Goku: *already has Prince naked and lubed and is currently making with the sex*
And...now I may never be able to write another lemon ever again. *nod* Nappa and then this. *wanders off to cult in spazzed out daze*
Just so you guys know, for folks that suggested Goku with Gohan or Goten--I don't think I can write that. Ever. It just *spazz* doesn't work in my head. *shrug*

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