Reuniting Family
by Alpha Light Bearer     More by this Writer
This is a role play I’m working on with SweetCherryJewel. It tells the story of how Future Trunks learns about Saiyan culture, and finds his own place in it.

Many head canons are Cherry’s or mine, some of them are used with permission.

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Cherry: Mirai Trunks, Vegeta.
Alpha: King Vegeta, Bardock, Goku.
Incest Group Sex



Act 2
The Saiyan word for ‘home’ and ‘house’ is ‘forge'.

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Mess sorted out, punishment dished out, and his own missions over, Trunks was clocked out and ready to just fucking pass out.

But, he'd agreed to the party and considering the company he'd brought, well, it'd be incredibly rude to blow them off and go home. It'd been enough of a pain in the ass to get him to go with this anyway; how anyone worked with this guy, he didn't know.

Spying the barracks that had been given to the Saiyan patrollers, Trunks pointed at it and they both touched down on the ground before the building. Glancing it over, he could already see parts had been remodeled to better resemble a Vegetan building over a Kai made one. Corners smoothed out, walls thickened, a few windows sealed up and others, uh, made. It even had a different paint scheme than the other buildings, looking like more of a sandy brown than the surrounding crisp white and blue and green buildings. Made sense, look like a sand hill to blend in on a desert world.

Waving his grumpy companion to follow him, Trunks went up to the doors and knocked once before opening. The faint music got louder and they could hear loud talking and cheers, probably a drinking toast. A Saiyan near the door snorted at Trunks at first, he noted who that was for now, but sat up and hollered at the sight of Trunks' guest, "HOLY SHIT, BARDOCK'S HERE!"
Trunks, thinking fast, quickly sidestepped out of the way as a half-naked Toma barreled at the door to collide with his previously long lost mate. Letting the love birds have their moment, Trunks saw where King Vegeta was sitting and sidled over, glancing at the party's ongoings as he did so. Easily all thirty five of the Time Patroller Saiyans were here and living it up; thirty six now, with Bardock's addition. Getting to his Grandfather, Trunks smiled apologetically, "sorry we're late, my mission took longer thanks to a complication."

He nodded quietly at Bardock who...... Was already on his knees before Toma and going to town with no shame. Trunks tried not to go red at the sight; he'd heard the rumors but.....

"Well, well, so you brought mister grumpy pants to the party. Never thought he would show his ugly mug to another gathering after what happened in the last one." The King chuckled.

Bardock, without losing his rhythm sucking Toma's cock, just gave His Majesty a royal finger and continued servicing his mate.

"Yeah, he kind of gave me no choice, then I made the mistake of mentioning Toma was here after he said his name and, well, Bardock's a Time Patroller now," Trunks confirmed as he followed his grandfather in.

"Do not worry about coming a little late. The festivities always pick up after guests have had a few drinks. As you can probably tell, I've had a few myself. Speaking of, have you ever tried Saiyan wine? It really packs a good kick." King Vegeta made way for Trunks to enter the temporary building where the ceremony was to be held in.

Trunks looked around curiously as he answered, "no, but it's been offered to me before. Usually in the middle of a mission so I turned it down so I could stay focused."

Turning to face the King, he asked, "So.... How is this supposed to go? I ....Honestly don't know much about a lot of Saiyan ceremonies. I know somewhat of the coming of age one and the first hunt and the.... Courtship? Marriage? But not much more than that."

Was he supposed to strip? Most of the Saiyans here were basically to their underwear and getting there as it was.

The King slipped an arm around Trunks' shoulders. "you are supposed to have fun. How about we start with the banquet? We were not able to gather resources form our home planet, but we found acceptable substitutions."

The foreign music softly played in the background as they made their way to the huge and heavy table where stacks and stacks of food were piled up in an ornate fashion. King Vegeta stopped to grab two glasses of a pink liquid from one of several small shallow fountains that were on their way to the table. The fountains were designed to keep the liquid contents chilled. There were probably a hundred glasses all neatly placed in the fountains' chilly water. The King passed one glass to Trunks and he raised his own.

Trunks walked with him easily, looking around curiously at everything and taking in all the sights, the sounds, the....smells. Oh...... Oh, boy.

He glanced upwards curiously, wondering if he was really smelling that already, but looked back at the King as he was given the glass. He sniffed it curiously before raising it to toast with the King, asking as they did so, "what is this? Fruit wine?"

It had the sweet smell of fruit wine, like from back on Earth, but he wasn't sure he recognized it....

The King took a sip and closed his eyes as he felt the burning alcohol run down his throat once more. "It is fruit wine, however, I must warn you, this drink is very strong. I doubt you shall ever taste a stronger drink... And survive." King Vegeta raised his eyebrows up and down and took another sip.

Incredibly curious, Trunks took a small sniff of the pleasant fragrance before indulging in small sip. Oh....Oh!

It was surprisingly sweet and heavy, sliding down his throat with a burn more like fine scotch than a wine. It settled pleasantly in his stomach and caused a warm, lovely flush to spread throughout his body. Laughing a little, Trunks joked, "oooh, that might get me in trouble," before taking another, still measured sip.

"What is this? You said it's a Saiyan wine but is it a Planet Vegeta specialty or is it made by a specific brewing process?"

He was honestly curious and wondering if maybe he could snag a bottle to keep at home to help him unwind after long, annoying shifts.

The King explained as they made their way to the back of the enormous chamber. "It is a Vegetasei specialty, of course. We have a very special plant that bares fruit. We call it the Goddess fruit. All temples on Vegetasei grew them. The fruit was matured, crushed, strained, and distilled.

"Not many species can tolerate it, the alcoholic volume is well into the nineties. On rare occasions, when we were up against a stronger race, we would toast with the potential enemy to settle any discords. We would offer them this unique drink, and many would perish. The others would fall into a coma. Saved us the trouble of going into a battle we would surely lose."

The regal Saiyan took another sip. "These were hard to come by." He said, raising the glass and looking at it, "some wine connoisseur that has many rare liqueurs stashed in his private cellar was contacted. I was able to get a hold of a few barrels of original Vegetasei wine."

King Vegeta looked at Trunks, pride gleamed in his eyes. "Wine can be stored, food, however, cannot. So we brought the best replacements we could find. Please, help yourself. Eat as much as you like. You are the guest of honor, after all."

Trunks nodded while still following the King, soaking in the history as he told it and trying to imagine what those trees and the temples must have looked like. He... Honestly wasn't getting much. Which was fair, until now, he'd never heard of either. He took another small sip of his wine, savoring the taste with a happy hum as his tongue snuck out to catch a droplet that tried to escape his lips. Maybe.... Mmm, if he had some form of reference, maybe Chronoa could make sure to recreate the trees as well? They could study the Planet Vegeta of the past and try it at least....

That idea filed away, he glanced at the heavily stocked tables, taking them all in with interest. He recognized a fair amount; bowls of assorted fruits, fresh and candied, lots and lots of meats cooked in so many different ways even Trunks wasn't sure he knew them all, lots of bowls of sauces, a few odd platters filled with what looked like nibbles but he wasn't sure, but there was more he didn't recognize. Like the odd bowl of something green and a little clear. Jello? Did Saiyans do Jello? It was by a platter of meat, so maybe it was a condiment, like a mint sauce?

He nodded at the table, asking curiously, "are these all traditional dishes or is it just a bit of everything?"

Trunks drank again from his glass, tongue running over his lips afterwards almost distractedly as he still studied the table.

The King sighed. "Some are very similar to traditional Vegetasei meals. But the majority were improvised. I am not sure what culture they come from, I was only assured by Lady Chronoa, herself, that I would not be disappointed." The King grabbed an hors d'oeuvre from a silver tray and popped it in his mouth. "I am surprised to admit she was right. These are delectable."

He grabbed another bite from another tray and chewed on it, humming as the flavors invaded his mouth.

"When we are done eating, we can go to the next floor to join a game or two. Those I can guarantee are traditional Vegetasei games." The King winked at Trunks and whisked away, serving himself another plate of food.

Now rather curious, Trunks got a plate and got himself a random assortment. A few safe things he recognized, and then some that he didn't to try them out. His wine was about half-empty and he had to wonder if there was a drink limit for the party to ensure everyone had a fair share of the rare wine. Mm, he could make this one last a little longer.

Taking a bite of a safe slice of honeyed meat, Trunks idly followed after his grandfather, taking his time to observe the crowds to see how Saiyans acted in a relaxed state. Bardock and Toma were gone, probably to somewhere more private and a few others that had crowded around them were gone too. This was....actually pretty okay. Now, what was this about traditional games? The only one he knew of was apparently a version of strip poker, with, uh, more daring bets and he still wasn't sure that the patrollers he'd found playing it weren't pulling his leg.

Trunks looked to make sure he was still following the King; with how the tables were getting crowded, it was easy to lose sight of people.

A random Saiyan came out of nowhere and threw an all too friendly arm around Trunks' shoulders.

"Hey, I know you. Yer that stuck up officer that's always following Chronoa around! Came to have a little fun with us?" The stranger let his fingers walk up Trunks' chest and suddenly dipped in his clothing to cop a feel.

Trunks had a sort of 'stuck up' reputation among the Saiyans. Many would say he acted like he was too good to mix in with their activities, very few actually knew that Trunks just wasn't used to being open with them, among other reasons. As luck had it, this Saiyan in particular was one of those who thought Trunks was a snob. He also was on his third glass of wine, and his mental faculties were... Not at all functioning.

Since Trunks was still fully dressed from his mission, having not even taken his coat off yet nor his sword, all the random newcomer got was a handful of sweater. Trunks, meanwhile, reacted instinctively to the unwanted touch and attention. Automatically he tossed his plate and glass onto the table before him (all manner of instincts screaming at him to not ever waste a bite of food or a drop of good alcohol) and reacted with the violent precision that kept him firmly in place as Commander of the Time Patrol, bolstered by unleashed Saiyan instincts given who his 'opponent' was.

First was a sharp elbow jab to the abdomen, no restraint, followed by a heavy knee to the stomach. Once the bastard was gasping, Trunks had flipped him around and kicked his knees out, one of his hands sharply seizing the Saiyan's wrist of his groping hand and holding it in a crushing grip to twist that arm sharply behind the other warrior's back. Trunks' free hand snatched the back of the Saiyan's neck and squeezed hard in warning.

An odd sense of disgust and rage boiled in his belly, flaring up his chest and down to his tail, which came out from under his coat in a state of enraged fluff. It even showed in his words as Trunks snarled, "you dare think to touch me without permission?"

His hands squeezed harder, threatening to start breaking bone at the insult.

"ACK!" The offender was shocked out of words as he was basically trampled by the strong Commander. The music still played, trained musicians at Saiyan gatherings would know that fights were bound to break out and they would just ignore them. The guests that were near Trunks, however, stopped all their activities to witness a fight first hand.

The pinned Saiyan finally sobered up enough to speak, "hey, what's your problem?!"

The King interrupted the spew, "the problem is you dare lay hands on royalty!"

All color drained from the offender's face. In his drunken stupor he hadn't even connected the dots between King Vegeta and his guest of honor.

"A-apologies, My Liege. I didn't know-"

"You insult me and my third circle. You are lucky I don't feel like killing tonight." King Vegeta put a reassuring hand on Trunks so he would let the poor bastard go.

Trunks did after a warning shake, like a cat choosing to show mercy to a mouse made fully aware its life was forfeit at a whim. Instinct made him bare his teeth at the retreating warrior's back in further warning, to make sure he really understood his position should the once drunk choose to look back. Turning to face his grandfather, Trunks shook his gloved hands as if to shake dirt off and wrinkled his nose.

Part of him wanted to apologize for making a scene, but considering the gathering and how most of the observers were already sliding back to their previous conversations or more likely starting new ones, he didn't. Instead he took up his plate and glass again and grumbled a bit in annoyance. His tail stayed out, slowly softening down from an enraged state to its normal fluff though the tip still twitched a bit in annoyance.

......Honestly, part of him was very curious why that was a potential killing offense but the rest of him got it. His Saiyan instincts still wanted blood or at least a broken arm and considering that the Saiyan hierarchy was very heavily power based, establishing complete and undeniable and unquestionable dominance was an obvious must. So he just leaned into the hand on his shoulder and angrily ate a slice of something he didn't recognize from his plate but holy Kai did it taste good; nice and spiced and savory.

"Deep breaths." Was all the King said. He could tell by Trunks' body language that the halfling was still majorly pissed off, to be honest, King Vegeta was pissed off as well, but he couldn't blame Kress for trying. That Saiyan just wasn't subtle when it came to flirting, like most of them. And this wasn't the right time to make heads roll. This was a party. Thrown in Trunks' honor, and by the gods, the King was not about to let this incident spoil any potential enjoyment from any of the guests.

"If it will make you feel better, I shall have words with Kress after the celebration." King Vegeta gently swiped the tip of his tail under his grandson's nose to help calm him down further. It was a very common Saiyan trick that worked especially well on toddlers, and it worked just as well for adults, most of the time.

It worked in this case; the thick, slightly spicy scent of the King on his tail worked wonders on easing the tension out of his shoulders and getting Trunks to calm down. His tail relaxed but stayed out, swinging idly behind his legs as he nibbled on more food. Seeing a chance to change the topic, Trunks nodded at the King's statement and held up a chunk of meat on his fork, asking, "what is this? It's tasty."

He took another bite of the food, humming a bit at how tasty it was.

"Oh, I forget the name... Bull testicles?" The King grabbed a piece of the meat Trunks was talking about and sampled it. "They are rather tasty. If you like these you are going to LOVE this octo- Octo something. Anyways, the tentacles are to die for."

Trunks paused for a second, his face blank, then shrugged, mentally and physically; he'd grown up eating whatever they could get their hands on. Not eating every part of an animal was just a foreign concept to him, especially when each bite of food could be all he had for the rest of that day. He glanced at the indicated dish, "oh, calamari? That stuff is tasty!"

Besides, it didn't compare to some of the other dishes he'd eaten in his time with the Time Patrol; and especially not to when he got tricked/agreed to being Chronoa's taste tester. Ugh, his stomach hurt just remembering those horrible, horrible times.

"Mmm. Not calamari, that is the- Squid dish which is over there." The King pointed at a tray full with squid rings and bits of tentacles. "No, this dish is octo- something. At my old age it is hard to learn new words. The octo platter strongly resembles a dish we used to serve on very special occasions on Vegetasei. The animal was quite rare and hard to kill. It lived in the underground water sources, so capturing it was a hassle. But, oh, was it worth it!" The King grabbed a few of the octopus tentacles with a pair of tongs and piled them up on Trunks' sizable plate. "For Prince Vegeta's first age, we had a team of expert divers capture the biggest kai shin, which roughly translates to 'deep water dweller'. You should have seen Vegeta gorge on one of its huge tentacles. It was adorable."

King Vegeta chuckled at the old memories of happier times. "Come, let us sit down and enjoy our meal."

Trunks nodded at the explanation, holding out his plate dutifully as the King loaded it up. His ears were pricked and eager to take in all the information he was told. He had to smile too, at the thought of his father being small and stuffing himself on food. From what he remembered, he admitted, "father does really like octopus dishes. He punched out Goku once cause the guy swiped his octopus sushi."

That had been a funny fight to watch and he laughed at it in his head as he followed the King to somewhere to sit.

"Octopus! That is the name I was having trouble remembering." The King rounded the banquet tables and climbed a dais set behind them where sinfully soft pillows were neatly scattered. He accommodated himself and his plate and signaled for Trunks to do the same.

"Who is this 'Goku'? Is he Vegeta's mate?" The King said as he took out his gloves to eat. The only time he exposed his hands were when he bathed, slept, and when he ate. Otherwise they would remain covered. It was just something the royal family did. Exposed hands were meant for the lower classes. The amount of hand exposure defined a Saiyan's place in the world. Third classes would have their hands exposed entirely, higher ranks would have them partially exposed, and royalty, of course, would have their hands completely covered.

Trunks did as indicated and couldn't help a literal purr that came from his chest as he settled in. Ooooh, these were nice. Maybe he could find out where the King bought them and get a few for himself. It'd be worth it.

Settling in, he too took off his gloves, dropping them into his lap as he got ready to eat. Normally he wouldn't, but since King Vegeta had, he followed suit. At the question, he paused, trying to figure out how to word that. Slowly, he admitted, "I..... Think it's a matter of time, honestly? They're both still married by Earth custom and Goku grew up on Earth, without knowledge of Planet Vegeta, so he follows Earth customs. One of which is loyalty to your married partner until death do you part. Since humans don't live as long as Saiyans, except for rare cases, I think he's convinced Prince Vegeta to wait until Chichi passes before pursuing a relationship between them."

At the first question, Trunks had to actually think about that. After a few bites and several minutes of thought, he finally answered, "I'm not sure who he was on Planet Vegeta before being sent to Earth as.... An invader baby?"

He glanced at King Vegeta to see if that was right, then went on, "Prince Vegeta knew who he was though. He keeps calling Goku 'Kakarot'."

The King smiled at Trunks' accidental purr. If he were any lesser he would've purred too. These pillows were made from the softest feathers of the exotic kanuka bird from planet Hane-Hane. It was very expensive but sooo worth the cost. The King was lucky to find the planet had gone untouched by the PTO, and he had immediately ordered pillows from them.

King Vegeta tried following Trunks' explanation. This Chichi must be Goku's partner, so who was Vegeta's human partner- Wait. The King's eyes widened as he heard the word 'Kakarot', then he barked out laughing. "Oh, but this is glorious! Bardock's youngest brat told my brat to wait because of some earthian tradition?" King Vegeta broke out in another fit of laughter. The idea was preposterous to him. When a royal proposes something to a Saiyan, that Saiyan better say 'yes, please'. It was the highest honor to have a royal's sight set on them. He had known that Bardock's older brat, Raditz, had kept his dick in his pants, at least when proper sex was suggested. The King could tell by Vegeta's frustration that Raditz respected the ranks on Vegetasei and would not dare fuck his son properly. And now to have Raditz's younger brother set limits for the hotheaded Prince... This was gold, indeed.

"Forgive me," The royal wiped a stray tear, "it tickles me greatly that my pride and honor has had no luck in the affairs of mating. And with both of Bardock's brats!" Once more, the King erupted in laughter. Once he calmed down he gave Trunks a simplified backstory of Prince Vegeta and Raditz's forbidden affair, and how Vegeta had pined for Raditz ever since the young prince came of age. It had been a very bumpy road between them.

Trunks listened attentively with an ever raising eyebrow as the King explained what had happened, basically, between Raditz and Prince Vegeta. He nodded slowly and winced as he remembered what end Raditz had come to. Hmm........ He'd consider that more later. Smiling a bit, he pointed to himself as he joked, "well, he had some luck, clearly."

But he nodded and went on to the earlier comment, "yeah, he did. I'm not kidding when I said that Goku knows nothing of Planet Vegeta. Apparently when he landed on Earth, there was an accident and he forgot all his memories of the planet. So when a human found him and raised him as his grandson, well, Goku grew up believing he was just a human with a tail. Considering that Earth is inhabited by a lot of strange species, it's not that far off a thing to think. We've got talking sea turtles, talking dinosaurs that run farms and businesses, witches, werewolves, psychics, and more. So why not a supernaturally strong kid that happens to have a... A prehensile tail?"

He almost said 'monkey' but stopped himself in time. Freeza had used that as an insult and a degradation; Trunks wasn't sure if that was common for the rest of the galaxy too but certainly the word was bound to have bad connotations to use in reference to a Saiyan, even benignly. Taking a minute to eat some food, Trunks carried on, "so until Raditz, then Prince Vegeta and Nappa landed, Goku didn't know he was a Saiyan at all. All he knows about Saiyan life and lifestyle, he's pretty much learned just from Prince Vegeta and a few other sources here and there. But he and Chichi have known each other for years and were already married with a son by the time he found out. They've got a second son too, he's great friends with the present timeline Trunks."

There was a small pang of pain in his heart that he too hadn't gotten a chance to grow up with a friend like Goten but Trunks ignored that line of thought for now. Taking another sip of wine and smiling at the pleasant taste, he finished with, "Chichi knows, about the arrangement. I think she suggested it actually? Despite how they act, they do love each other and I think it gives her comfort to know that Goku will have someone after she's gone. Plus, you know, I think it made her happy that he finally knows more about his past. Before, all they knew was that he was found on a mountain and raised by his grandfather, Gohan. Now they know where he came from, even if the planet's gone in their timeline, as well as his culture and heritage...... Well, what Prince Vegeta feels like sharing. It..... I think a lot of the memories hold a lot of pain for him, considering what all happened with just...... Everything."

They certainly seemed to during the rare time he and the Prince had gotten to talking about it in the Chamber of Space and Time. But being under the bootheel of a tyrant would do that.

The King smiled and nodded. Indeed, his brat had eventually had some luck in his mating affairs. He wouldn't be talking to Trunks otherwise, and hopefully, soon he would be meeting his other grandchildren.

King Vegeta considered everything Trunks told him, but a few questions burned in the front of his mind. He had to ask. "Does... Bardock know about this? Have you talked to him? Does he know he has a third circle?" The King took a sip of his drink. The birth of a cub was something to be celebrated, and the birth of a cub's cub was met with great pride. It was a milestone in a Saiyan's life to have cubs of their own. If Bardock didn't know, he would surely be pissed at the King for not telling him as soon as possible. Bardock's temper was a force to be reckoned with, even the King admitted so. If Bardock didn't have such promise in the fighting arena and wasn't so talented with his mouth, said mouth would've been the death of him by King Vegeta's own hands.

Trunks paused in clearing his plate and a faint blush came to his face as he admitted, "no, he doesn't. I wasn't even sure he was Goku's....."

Trunks nearly said father but paused. Saiyans seem to be weird about family labels, so to help keep the current peace, he changed what he was about to say and went on, "I didn't know he was Goku's.... Circle? I mean, yeah, they look similar, but so do a lot of the other Saiyans that I'm told are third class. Prince Vegeta told me once that that was the result of some kind of early stage genetic experimentation? Something to ensure uniform power among newborn cubs?"

The Prince hadn't been very forthcoming with it, just admitting that it led to some regrettable outcomes and hissing about a 'damn pirate' before...... Oh right. They did that lesson after that discussion, probably to help knock whatever images he was stuck with out of the royal Saiyan's mind. Shrugging, Trunks finished with, "all I had was a little suspicion but I didn't want to say anything without making absolutely sure, you know? Saiyans take family seriously and I didn't want to tell him anything that wasn't true."

He finished his wine and glanced at the chilled fountains, wondering again if it'd be rude to get another of the rare vintage.

The King groaned and rubbed his eyes when Trunks told him he hadn't informed Bardock about the whereabouts of his youngest brat. He quickly gave the chamber a once over to see if he could spot the scarred Saiyan, but he was nowhere to be seen. Most likely with his mate. Damn it all. He would have to wait till after the celebration, and according to this dimension's time rules, that could well be more than three cycles. Saiyan parties lasted a long time given that Vegetasei's days were very, VERY long.

"Saiyans do take family seriously." The King said offhandedly, still scanning the room just in case. "He will be in a rotten state of mind once I tell him I knew this and did not tell him immediately. No matter. All I need to do is feed him some cock to shut his smart mouth up. It has worked in the past." The King didn't even notice what he was saying until it was too late. Trunks had heard every bit of the King and Bardock's taboo get-togethers. King Vegeta noticed and turned to look at Trunks, "you cannot blame me. He excels in this area. Why should a King not sample his talents?" The King finished his drink and wiggled the empty glass. "We need another one." He whistled to one of his servants and showed him the empty glass. The servant immediately brought two more cups for the royals.

Trunks winced, feeling apologetic, "ah, I'd have told him myself if I'd known. I'll definitely make sure to tell him before next week."

He'd contacted Prince Vegeta on the downlow to try and invite him along. Prior engagements held him up but he'd agreed to come visit Tik Tok the following week, along with Goku, on the excuse that the 'orange idiot' could use all the positive Saiyan culture exposure he could get. Vegeta mentioned that Gohan might also come with, provided the other halfling could pull himself from his work. They'd agreed that the current timeline Trunks and Goten and Bulla were still too young to know.... Everything about Saiyan culture, so they'd be brought along later, once the, ahem, initial 'bumps' had been evened out. And then they'd figure out how to introduce Pan, which was another headache of its own.

Shaking his head, Trunks refocused on the conversation and was confused, asking, "but wasn't Bardock regraded to Elite class?"

To be honest, part of him was still confused how this power hierarchy worked. With how powerful Bardock had been, why would it be taboo for him and the King to have a fling or two? Hell, why hadn't Bardock just been regraded and elevated to the higher ranks? Something else had to be going on that he either didn't know yet about Saiyan culture and was about to find out, or it was one of those 'this is how we do things' things that only made sense when one was raised in that setting.

Hoping that this would provoke answers to his unasked questions, Trunks gladly accepted the fresh glass and looked to the King for answers to hopefully come forth.

The older Saiyan shook his head while taking a sip of the new glass and shooing the servant away after he'd given Trunks another glass of wine. "Bardock, the old fool, was too proud to leave his current rank. He said he'd rather be a king among peasants than a nobody among kings. Some nonsense like that. He refused several times to participate in the Reassignment Tournament. On every Eyo rain season, Eyo is- Was our smallest sun if you did not already know, we would hold a rank reassignment tournament were Saiyans that have proven themselves worthy of a higher rank could participate and prove themselves among our people. They would go up against a higher ranked soldier and if they did not die they would become one level higher.

"I have seen first hand that Bardock was stronger than most elites. But he still refused."

The King polished off the last bit of meat from his plate. "I do believe it was because of Gine." He made a face, "his defective, low class, mate. He did not wish to part with him. Even had Toma, an elite guard, forsake his own rank and become de-promoted to low class to have their relationship accepted. At first, many of Toma's comrades were infuriated, but when they learned Toma was to become Bardock's mate, THE Bardock, they soon sung a different tune." King Vegeta chuckled and took another sip after placing his dish down next to him. "Bardock was lucky I allowed Toma to take my place by his side. I would have wanted to have Bardock as my mate. It is a reason why I have done Bardock many favors. Too many to count. But I could not overlook his youngest cub's power level. Kakarot either had to be destroyed per Frieza's orders, or sent to another planet without Frieza ever knowing. Kakarot was never officially born. I struck his name from any records. Seeing Bardock lose another cub- It was too much for me to bare..."

...............'Another cub?'

Part of Trunks wanted to ask, but he held himself back from doing so, keeping quiet as he listened to the King speak. It made sense, in a dark way. Saiyans were hard to breed and lived on a dangerous world, not just with the environment but also with ki resistant beasts and slavers, among other dangers. Cubs dying was just... Part of life, like everything else. Especially under Freeza's rule. Prince Vegeta had spoken about it once, quietly in the middle of a 'night' in the Chamber, when they were exhausted from training and teaching and resting in one of the beds in a tangle of limbs; how he'd been forced to stand witness as Freeza had had about twenty cubs declared 'defective' and murdered on the spot; an entire nursery ward full. Not even at that point, in bed with Trunks, could Prince Vegeta say with any certainty had those cubs actually been defective via low power levels or something else or if...... If Freeza had just done it for fun and to further ensure the Saiyans feared him.

They'd never spoken about it again and Trunks was still mostly sure he hadn't been supposed to hear that story but never had the courage to ask after it. So instead he listened quietly, nodding as the King spoke, and finished his plate before drinking more of his wine. The pleasant taste was bittered a little by what he heard and remembered being told, but that was..... That was fine.

Feeling a bit like a coward, Trunks sought for a new topic to speak about and landed on that name from before, from the meeting, "........What about Sakinuya? Did he want Bardock too?"

It was obvious by now that Saiyans were polyamorous and though awkward given what he'd just been told, it felt like an appropriate enough question to ask and hopefully change the subject with.

The King tried hard to cover his cough when he heard that question. "Sakinuya... Sakinuya came after Bardock had- Rejected my advances." That was all he said as far as that topic went. It still pained him that Bardock had chosen an elite over royalty. He had ALMOST had Bardock. The scarred Saiyan had even agreed to become the King's mate if his 'cock prince' didn't show up. Unfortunately for King Vegeta, Toma had appeared at the last second, and had run to Bardock, cock in hand, and had reminded Bardock of that glorious shaft he had sucked during one of the King's masquerade balls.

At least I'm his second favorite. King Vegeta sulked.

"What do you say we mingle, cub? But before that, I insist we bathe in the water basin. It will help rid you of those artificial scents you have covered yourself with." King Vegeta stood up and finished his wine.

Trunks smiled a bit at that admittance then almost choked on his wine at the command. It was obvious what one he meant, the large pool of water in the center of the room.

Swallowing hard, he stood up too and leaned in, whispering in an attempt to keep this between just them, "um........I assume there's........ A private basin?"

Being so exposed and having one of his biggest, most carefully guarded secrets just..... Tossed out like that was...... It was both scary yet for some reason sent a small thrill of pleasure through him. Damn Saiyan instincts no doubt.

"PRIVATE?" The King had completely missed Trunks' desire for discretion and guffawed the word out loud. "My dear boy, whatever for? The fun is in the sharing!"

The King removed his cape, "come now, do you not wish to have this special bonding moment with your... What would it be-" The King did some mental calculations before settling on the right one, "grandfather? Saiyans celebrate water, and bonding in water is one of the most sacred ways of bonding!"

King Vegeta was all too eager to have Trunks join him in the pool. Of course, part of his reasons was to get rid of Trunks' overwhelming soap smell or perfume, but the main reason was, indeed, to bond. And that eagerness showed in his booming voice. By now, surely all of the neighboring Saiyans had heard the guest of honor would be joining His Majesty in the pool. A few heads turned expectantly to observe the King divesting himself.

Fuck, now they were gaining an audience. Trunks' shoulders hunched though he kept his back straight as he leaned in to try and whisper, hoping to keep his grandfather quiet, "grandfather, please! It's.... It's important. And it's not a human thing."

Shit if he had to take extreme measures, he'd never hear the end of this. At the least, maybe there was somewhere they could...

Glancing around, the only places that seemed to have shelter were the stairwells, which were full of Saiyans either playing card games or straight up making out.... Or both as it seemed, in the left stairwell. Maybe the Saiyan version of strip poker or something.

"Is it more important than making your grandfather happy?" King Vegeta pouted and gave Trunks his best impression of 'puppy dog eyes'. He'd seen his cub use it one too many times on himself and it never failed to sway him. Vegeta was a master at manipulation from a very young age. He always seemed to get what he wanted one way or another. One time, a young Prince Vegeta had convinced the King in buying him a companion. The King had been adamant but one look at those pouty lips and big black eyes threatening to spill unshed tears was enough to make King Vegeta buckle and agree to get him a companion... Only to have said companion get eaten by non other than Bardock's brat, Raditz. It had cost a pretty penny too. Companions were affordable only by the upper classes. A middle class circle would be lucky enough to have one. Some elite Saiyans had companions for all their cubs! King Vegeta never saw the appeal of having a small animal follow you around and barely be able to follow any commands, rendering it useless in his mind. You couldn't sex it, you couldn't make it obey most of the time, you had to care for it, they made a mess... Utterly useless. But what Prince Vegeta wanted, Prince Vegeta got. After the incident with Raditz, fortunately, Prince Vegeta found his interests steer to a more manageable type of 'companion'. Soon after the incident in the market where Raditz chased and ate Vegeta's companion, even had the gall to offer the young prince some of his catch, Prince Vegeta had become fascinated by the third class, and once more went to the King with these big doe eyes to beg his source to let him have Raditz as a guard and sparring partner.

That had been the start of their rocky relationship.

Trunks was a little weirded out, but honestly it was no different than how Panchy used to pout at him sometimes in a playful manner when he visited the past timeline; she usually did so to get him to eat more or to get him to go shopping with her. Anyway, that wasn't what the matter was!

Leaning in more, he took the chance and whispered, "I'm.... I'm not..... Whole, if you get my drift?"

His free hand vaguely and as discreetly as possible gestured downward towards his crotch area, hoping desperately that if the King had to ask, he'd keep his voice down at least. It truly was a very embarrassing thing to have to admit for Trunks, even to family.

"I know, I know. But now that you are part of my circle, you shall start feeling more 'whole' again." The King made the same gesture on top of his chest area aimed at his heart, completely and utterly missing the point Trunks was trying to make. "If it is culture and personal space, do not worry. No Saiyan here will dare touch you after that little display of yours with Kress, and no Saiyan will care about nudity. I have learned that many cultures look down upon nudity, but I assure you, as a king, nudity among Saiyans is normal. We do not care about such trivial things." The King huffed, "in the middle of a hot desert with almost no water, a full dressed Saiyan was the one who stood out, and in a bad way." King Vegeta called for two of his servants to assist him taking off his armor. "Would you rather undress yourself? I do not mind lending you my servants."

Trunks gave in to some of his frustration and ruffled his free hand through his hair. How was this not getting through?!

Clearly, he was being too vague and he didn't have much time, those servants were getting closer. Apologizing mentally to the wine, Trunks gulped the rest of it for courage before leaning in to admit into the King's ear in a hot, fast whisper, "I don't have testicles."

At this rate, he might have to shove the older warrior's hands down his own pants to prove his point and Trunks was pretty sure that would open a few doors he wasn't sure he was ready for yet.

"Yes, yes..." The King then realized what was said to him.

"..."

He blinked. He couldn't help but lower his gaze to were Trunks' family jewels would have been.

"Nah." He looked taken aback.

He quickly reached for the target, or rather, lack of target and gasped.

"M-my boy. Are you... A Breeder?"

Trunks, uh, forgot how to speak for a second; King Vegeta must have partially read his mind cause the man just.... Helped himself to a check. Granted over Trunks' clothes, but still. He choked a little and swallowed hard before replying, painfully aware that he was getting very hot between his thighs very fast at the still there grip, "a, a what?"

Trunks swallowed again and tried to go on, resisting the urge to grab the King's wrist and do...... Something, he wasn't sure what. But his tail was fluffing and raising up and the base felt weirdly slick a bit as his cunt warmed and slicked more itself. Trying to keep his breathing under control, he finally spoke, "I, I was born like this. Mom and I, f-figured maybe it, it had to do with, with me being a half. P-Prince Vegeta of our, our time never told her what it cou-could possibly mean and all he said was, was that Saiyans had both parts."

A gasp escaped him as the touch was still there, but he soldiered on to finish with, "I, um, tr-tried asking the Prince V-Vegeta of the, the past. He, uh, wasn't sure either; thought the same as us, maybe. That it, it was just, a thing with me b-being only half S, Saiyan. I, uh, saw my sensei, once. He had, had everything. I'm, no, not sure about the Gohan of the p-past."

Ooooh, he was failing. His body was growing hot and slippery and ffffffuuucckkk, his chest was even feeling tight. He'd taken that day's pill! He knew he had! What was even going on with him?!

King Vegeta sniffed the air. Oh, the cub was becoming aroused from just one touch. Yes, he was definitely a Breeder, one of the most coveted Saiyans aside from royalty.

The King removed his hand and staved off his arousal with just the power of his mind. Being a King meant more than just barking out orders. It also meant power of mind over body.

He cleared his throat, "cub, your anatomy, it is not because you are half Saiyan. It is because you are a Breeder."

Here, the servants tensed and looked longingly at Trunks, not going unnoticed by the King. He waved his hand in a certain manner and the servants bowed and left.

"Breeders are highly desired Saiyans." King Vegeta walked towards Trunks, shortening the distance between them. "They are Saiyans that are meant to be bred. Produce cubs easily. They- They are very much valued. I am certain my son did not know of this. Breeders are very rare, almost unheard of. My- Carrier was a breeder from a low class, and only because of this reason, he was taken by the King as a mate. I had thirteen siblings, something that was unheard of on Vegetasei. Unfortunately, most of them died in battle. I was second to oldest. My older brother never wanted the throne, so the duty was passed onto me. He was too much of a free spirit, and had a passion for fighting. He was nearly unstoppable. Many believed he would become the fabled Super Saiyan of Legend. So, of course, he was killed by Frieza before he became too powerful.

"By the gods. You have my carrier's blood in you, boy. There is no doubt in my mind that I made the right decision by welcoming you into my circle." The King grabbed his hair with both hands, his expression was that of awe for his grandchild. He let go after a while and then grasped Trunks' hands in his, "please, honor us with your nature. Saiyans will have even more respect for you because you are strong, of royalty, and a Breeder."

Hand gone, Trunks could focus on calming himself and not try to rip his grandfather's pants off and go to town. Thanks to that, he missed a few parts (especially one that sank into his subconscious, probably to snake bite him later) but caught the overall gist: he wasn't weird or strange. He was just a different type of Saiyan but still normal.

It was an enormous weight off of his shoulders, to tell the truth. The thought of exposing himself to so many still..... Unsettled him but looking up at the King and seeing his eager, awed expression...... He couldn't deny him. Not when Trunks could finally reconnect with family he never thought he'd ever get to see. Mind, he was still a bit wary, especially after that asshole from his past (may his broke dick go forever unhealed) but yet....

Well, he could hold his own and everyone saw his display earlier with that one Saiyan, Kress, wasn't it? Plus with how the King was acting, Trunks could be reassured that he wouldn't face that potential horde alone, if one even formed. Now, there was just one point of hesitation that needed to be addressed.

Reaching up, empty wine glass set aside, Trunks touched his sword hilt lightly with one finger, asking, "Is there anywhere safe I can leave this? It's really important to me and I don't want to leave to drop it off at home."

Not when it could mean the risk of losing his nerve and hiding in his bed for the rest of the night.

The King's face lit up, pride energy just radiated off him. "Certainly." All King Vegeta had to do was snap his right hand fingers and immediately one of his guards appeared almost out of thin air and bowed.

"Your Majesty."

"Zorn, you and your brother take care of this precious possession while we-" The King turned to grin lecherously at Trunks, "-have fun in the water basin." He nodded for Trunks to give this guard his sword. "Do not fret, my guards are only second in power to the royal family. Your trinket is in good hands. I trust them with my life."

'Trinket'?

Trunks raised a sharp eyebrow but still removed the sheathed sword carefully and handed it to the waiting guard. Before letting go, he made eye contact with the other warrior and spoke very firmly, "this was given to me by a man I claim as brother. It is my last memento of him."

He made no obvious or direct threat, but still let his ki raise sharply in warning before pulling it back down. The sword was no trinket, not to Trunks. If it went missing or worse, got damaged, he would seek retribution for it.

That done, he slowly turned to face the King again to see what would happen next, besides the obvious of undressing.

The guard visibly swallowed and bowed as he received the sword. He then bowed to the King and waited.

"That will be all." At the King's dismissal, Zorn flew off back to his post alongside his brother.

The King had an expectant smile, all teeth, as Trunks turned to look at him. "Now then," he clasped his hands together, "once you get rid of the items you are wearing, we shall make way to the water basin." The King, still clad in leggings, looked on, not even blinking. He didn't want to miss one moment as Trunks undressed.



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