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 3
Trunks raised his eyebrow again, softer this time. Preeettty sure he was reading that smile right but hey, he knew more or less what he was getting into and what he'd agreed to be part of.

So, with a sigh and a silent wish for a drink of water to help clear his head a bit, Trunks started to undress. His discarded gloves were tucked into one coat pocket and he unbuttoned and undid its belt easily, sliding it off his shoulders before folding it neatly and setting it down on the pillows. Next was his green sweater, pulled off easily over his head and again folded neatly to be placed atop his coat. Trunks squatted down to undo his boots next, those came off very easily after untying the laces and setting them aside, off the pillows. His socks went with, getting tucked inside each respective boot.

Then he undid the leg wraps that helped keep his pants legs down and tucked neatly into his boots, placing the wraps inside their respective boot as well like he had the socks. Standing back up, he undid his belt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down his legs easily and with well held balance atop the soft pillows. They too got folded neatly and placed next to his already set aside clothes.

Now, left only in his undershirt and boxers, which was next....

Catching sight of the King's gaze, Trunks took off his undershirt first. It was a simple gray tank top made of thin cotton and it slid off of him easily, exposing his chest and his abdomen.... And the oddly large scar Trunks had on his chest. Strangely shiny and smooth, it was a huge starburst in the near middle of his chest, over where his heart and obviously some other organs would be. As he turned to set the folded thin shirt down atop his other clothes, one could see that the scar was mirrored perfectly on his back at the same spot. Sure, he had plenty of other scars, especially on his back, but that one..... It stood out and demanded attention, just from sheer size and wondering what the hell could have caused it.

Then, at long last, Trunks finally removed his boxers; simple black ones with a gray waistband. His hands only shook a little as he pushed them down his legs but soon he was standing, folding his last article of clothing neatly and letting it drop to the rest of the pile. Finally, he stood before the King fully nude, his tail waving behind him the only betrayal of his nerves. And like Trunks had said and the King had felt, there were no balls behind his cock, not even a small bulge to suggest that they were properly hidden within him like how a normal Saiyan's would be outside of arousal. Other than that, the only other interesting feature was that both his treasure trail and his neatly maintained crotch hair were both the same shade of purple as the hair atop his head, not even a hint of a shade darker like how most would idly think it would be.

Shifting to rest his weight on one foot and resisting the urge to cross his arms for self comfort, Trunks tilted his head and asked, "Well?"

King Vegeta was many things. But a starstruck teenager he was not, at least, he would deny every bit of him gaping like a fish, watching Trunks undress painfully, SO painfully slowly.

His knees twitched, threatening to buckle, and he quickly wiped a trail of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Luckily his beard and mustache hid it well.

Oh, Trunks was trouble.

If the King wasn't careful... Well. He would have Trunks full of cubs season in and season out. He had a feeling though that Trunks wouldn't appreciate that as much as other Saiyans would. Trunks was a fighter, a warrior, not meant to be held down and pumped full of seed-

King Vegeta shook his head to dispel any further thoughts. His third circle cub was beautiful. Even his exotic hair color matched his pubic hair, making it all uniform.

It was out of sheer stubbornness that the King forced his dick not to get pumped full of blood. It wouldn't do to show so much weakness to his subjects. Speaking of subjects...

He noticed the Saiyans around them had stopped their activities to gape at the exotic Saiyan. A few of them had started touching themselves, probably without even knowing what they were doing.

King Vegeta cleared his throat and swished his tail in a wide loop. The Saiyans immediately looked away.

"Well, indeed, cub. You are gorgeous." The King looked Trunks up and down, pausing for a second at Trunks' groin.

His mouth watered again.

"Shall we?" The King politely pointed the way with a wide swoop of his arm. He would walk behind Trunks in his newfound respect for the delectable creature, but close enough to ward off any Saiyans who dared get too familiar.

Trunks nodded in agreement, a slight incline of his head that was almost flirty, especially with how he flicked his loose hair back out of his face after. Walking forward, another dangerous thing was revealed: Trunks had a natural sway to his hips that normally got hidden under his thick, layered clothes. Out of old habit, one of his hands settled on a hip as he strode towards the basin.

Climbing the shallow steps with light steps of his own, Trunks squatted down to dip a hand into the clear, slightly steamy water to check the temperature. Oooh, it was pleasantly warm and tingly around his fingers. Still on the edge of the pool, he turned back to look at the King expectantly.

Obviously the older man would get in first, wouldn't he?

.....It was only then that Trunks realized that he'd been allowed to walk before the King and holy shit, what even were the connotations for that?!

Oh, he even had a little walk! King Vegeta gulped. Did Trunks even realize how sexy he was?

Again, His Majesty willed down any blood that tried to pump through his cock. How was this cub even unmated?! The King didn't see any bite marks or any other sign of commitment, other than Trunks' commitment to his job. What had happened in this boy's life that had made him hide himself under so many layers of fabric and remain without partner? Surely he'd had many suitors...

King Vegeta took strides towards the water, not even stopping to feel the temperature. He knew that the water would be pleasant for a Saiyan's high body temperature. He dipped in and sat on the inside step, patting the place next to him for Trunks to join.

Invitation given, Trunks accepted and stepped into the water easily, sinking in to sit next to the King with a pleased groan.

Ooooh, the hot water felt great to his sore body! He gave in and raised his arms in a stretch, getting several pops out of his spine as he did so, and another pleased groan that actually bordered more on a moan. Putting his arms back down, Trunks rolled his shoulders and rubbed his neck, getting a few more cracks as he did so. His tail waved happily behind him, showing how pleased he was at the relaxing soak.

His scent was already starting to lighten, letting his natural scent begin to seep into the air, slowly but surely.

After a minute of simply soaking, Trunks looked up and around to see what he was supposed to do next. A bath meant soap and towels, right? Or at least herbal oils, didn't it?

Curious, he glanced to the King for guidance on what to do next.

The older Saiyan glanced at his charge and smirked. "How about we continue our little escapade from under that Weeping Cherry tree?" YES, he had memorized that name if only to use this as a reference for any future activities.

"Or I can oil you up. Either way I want your skin under my hands." The King's tail ran up Trunks' chest, up to his neck, where it lowered down to his chest again before removing itself.

In the middle of the pool, there was a tall circular shelf that held a myriad of oils and other plant products. Some Saiyans had already their preferred bottle in hand and were oiling up others, a process that was also intimate in most of these cases.

Trunks shivered at the touch of the tail, barely holding back a whine. It'd felt amazing, like the delicate touch of a wet paint brush gliding carefully over his skin. His own tail flirtily returned the gesture, the oddly shaped tip exposed as it did so.

Smiling with a tease to his voice, Trunks spoke, "well, since I'm pretty sure that'll be continued either way, let's do the oiling."

He got up and made his way to the shelf, curiously looking at the bottles and various items. None of the bottles or jars seemed to be labelled, but faint scents drifted up from them anyway. Probably a cleverly hidden hole in the bottle tops and the jar lids. Looking at the others, the process seemed to be that you chose a bottle, used some of the oil, then put it back for others to use as they wished.

Curious, Trunks poked through the offerings on the shelf, scenting the ones that caught his interest. Most of them were incredibly faint, which made sense, and a couple made his nose twitch unpleasantly, but he finally found one he liked; an almost completely full bottle of oil that smelled faintly of plum flowers..... Or at least incredibly close to it. There was an undertone hint that could almost be strawberries, which he also liked. Picking it up, he turned to see what his grandfather would chose for himself, curious what scent the other warrior liked.

King Vegeta was just watching with open admiration how Trunks went through all the bottles and settled on one. He was fascinated by this cub. Everything he did was now visible to his eye; the slight shimmy of his hips, the subtle twitches of his tail... This creature was graceful, very becoming of a royal. Trunks reminded him so much of his son, even though they had their notorious differences.

Before the King could get up and chose an essence for himself, a newcomer that came from one of the upper floors floated down and landed next to the pool. It took him one second to spot the Saiyan who stood out the most and another second to check him out.

Apparently this idiot hadn't been present when Kress was tossed around like a puppet, because his first words were: "hey, kid! Where are yer balls?!" Followed by obnoxious laughter. Also, apparently, said idiot didn't have a clue, or was too drunk to have one, about Saiyan Breeders. Either way, this Saiyan offended every strand of hair on the King's body.

Perhaps blood would be spilt on this occasion.

Trunks turned to look at the commentator with eyes like chips of ice. It was obvious who he was talking about and Trunks was in no mood to have this otherwise pleasant occasion ruined by a drunk too useless to read a room or a situation.

Letting his ki rise sharply, almost more so than when he handed over his sword, Trunks stated flatly and with venom, "would you like others to ask the same of you?"

There, a warning. See? Trunks could be generous with idiots. He didn't put the oil bottle down either, still holding it in his hand to make a point of how beneath him this idiot was.

The drunk obviously didn't get the warning, too wrapped up in his own little drunken world to even identify danger when presented with it, red ribbon and all.

"Hey, hey!" By this point the drunk was gathering a crowd of spectators, some were even swapping currency with each other. "What do you have when you have two little balls in your hand? A Saiyan's undivided attention!" The offender barked out laughing, some of the brasher Saiyans joined in.

The drunk continued! It was as if he had lost all sense of regard for his own life. "What did the one ball say to the other?"

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" King Vegeta's ki spike almost vaporized the water as he stood up, energy flaring around him. "I SHALL HAVE YOUR TONGUE FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS!"

The King snapped his left hand and in a flurry of movement, the drunk was thrown against a wall. In his stead, a large guard stood tall.

"Sullion, you shall take this miscreant to the dungeons, where he will await his judgement."

The guard curtly bowed to the king and heaved the unconscious body of the drunkard and took him away.

There was a moment of silence, even the musicians had stopped playing, but immediately resumed their art with a livelier song to dispel any ill energy.

King Vegeta settled his ki and walked to Trunks. "My sincerest apologies. That bastard was an ignorant buffoon and he will pay dearly for what he did."

Trunks snorted, but calmed his own ki down and nodded in acceptance of the apologies as he spoke, "so long as he can do his duties for the Time Patrol with no interference, do as you must."

Honestly he wasn't sure how else to respond to that, but this was a Saiyan party in effectively Saiyan territory; what King Vegeta said went.

Instead, to change the subject, he shrugged and said, "'sides, I heard worse at an old job of mine. And that's not getting into about what my last human ex did. May his dick stay broken."

Trunks said that charm with a hiss, clearly pushing power into the words. Shaking his head, he held up the bottle of oil, still unbroken, and asked, "so, the oiling, is it like an oil massage or more like.... A scrape bath?"

He wasn't sure how to word that last part, but that was how he always knew it as when it came to oil baths.

The King nodded and held out his hand for Trunks. "I shall show you." He guided him back to their seats and took the oil bottle from him; it was a flowery oil, hardly ever used, but that would only add uniqueness to Trunks. And in a strange way, the scent suited him.

The King unstoppered the bottle and poured a few drops in his hands. He then held the bottle with his tail while he rubbed his palms together. He started off by oiling Trunks' shoulders and back. "See those Saiyans over there? They are done with the oiling, now they are using ki to scrape off the oil onto the drain. After they are done, they will return to the water for one last soak and then return to the party." The older Saiyan gently worked the knots out of Trunks' neck and shoulders. When he was done, he rounded Trunks and poured a few more drops in his hands and repeated the procedure on Trunks' chest.

"It becomes trickier with hair. You need to use your ki with the oil and thread your fingers through the strands, applying and removing the oil almost simultaneously. Otherwise you end up with one big mess, like those beginners over there." The King pointed to two Saiyans, one trying to comb through his partner's tangled mane.

Trunks had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. It'd been...... Quite a long time since he'd felt someone else's bare hands on his skin, especially with so gentle a touch.

It was especially hard at his chest, doubly so when the King's fingers neared and touched his nipples. A whimper escaped his throat and Trunks was legitimately surprised that no milk came out. It did sometimes when he got really aroused, especially when done so quickly.

It was a trial to focus and listen to his grandfather, but he managed it somehow, looking over to see what the older warrior meant. At the sight of the tangled mane, he nodded in sympathy, raising a hand to touch his own hair as he said, "I hav, have the same issue. I, if I don't use a specific s-set of shampoo and conditioner, my, my hair gets sup, super tangled too."

Maybe he'd have better luck with the method the King just described? It was certainly worth a shot at least.

The whimper didn't escape the King's impeccable hearing, and the cheater made his fingers linger on Trunks' nipples, playing with them a bit before moving on to other parts.

"I always wondered... About long haired Saiyans, like Raditz. He had beautiful hair, I shall give him that. How he managed to always keep it neat. How long it took him to maintain it everyday... It must be such a pain to be good looking like him."

King Vegeta kept roaming his hand across Trunks' chest, spreading out to oil his arms. "You need to stand."

Trunks almost protested but it felt too good to go through with that resistance. So he stood, very wobbly but he stood. His tail swung around to try and help keep his balance and by now, well, enough of his scent had cleared that the smell of Trunks' slick and arousal was growing in the air. It was thanks to sheer force of will that he didn't have a hardon at that moment; that would be the last thing he needed right then, if what he knew of Saiyans was right.

He didn't trust himself to speak, not yet, and so simply looked up at his grandfather, to see what he needed to do next.

King Vegeta put some more drops on his hands and rubbed them together, then he went for Trunks' thighs. He alternated between kneading the muscles and caressing his skin. Once he was done with the front, he slid his hands to the back of the strong, firm thighs and massaged his way up to Trunks' behind. He oiled up every single crevice, nothing was left untouched.

"Sit." The King patted the ledge of the pool, for Trunks to sit down. "Lift your leg so I can oil it."

Trunks' only resistance was to hiss a bit when those fingers neared the base of his tail, as if it was tender. Otherwise, he spent most of his time trying to control his breathing and not give in to the urge to pant as if he were an animal in heat or something. It was bad enough that he wanted to shove the King down and ride him until neither of them could move, he didn't need to announce that fact to the whole room.

..........Then again, with how sensitive Saiyan noses were, it probably already was........

Blushing faintly, Trunks summoned up his will power again and sat down properly, not letting himself drop like a boneless weight. Once seated, he lifted his right leg with an oddly artistic flair, holding it up and out steadily in easy reach for the King to get to.

Hands ran up and down Trunks' leg, smoothing out the scented oil on his skin. His feet were oiled as well, and once that leg was done, the same treatment was given to the other leg.

The King stopped and put a few more drops of oil in his hands. "Now for the main event." Ever so slowly, the King parted Trunks' legs, never taking his eyes off his grandson's blue orbs.

When the legs were parted, King Vegeta let his eyes wander down and gasped, taking in Trunks' unique appearance. This time, and luckily the water hid it, the King was not able to stop his shaft from hardening. The scent coming from Trunks' genitals was intoxicating. One would say even Kings fall victim to the desires of the flesh.

The older Saiyan, as if hypnotized, leaned in to take a better sniff of Trunks' scent. He could feel the heat hit his face and his mouth watered. He wanted to bury himself inside that warm cavern, fill him up, make him moan. The King opened his eyes, he didn't even realized he had closed them, and he gently ran his hands over Trunks' length and the space below it, taking care not to get his insides oily.

All good things came to an end, and the King abruptly pulled away. He locked eyes with Trunks again and tried to steady his heavy breathing.

Trunks had to resist the old urge to punch as his legs were pushed open; this wasn't his old job. He wanted those hands on his body and ooooooh-

He couldn't help a moan, long, low and sensual as those wonderful hands went up his thighs and to his groin, keeping eye contact with the King the whole time. There was a great temptation to rock his hips forward, offering his cunt up to be tasted, but he resisted..... For now at least. He couldn't stop his tail from going up though, nor another moan leaving his lips as his cunt and cock were gently touched and oiled. Trunks couldn't remember the last time someone treated those parts of his body so gently, his own hands excluded.

Catching eye contact again with the King, Trunks nearly gave in to the urge to wrap a leg around the older warrior's waist and drag him forward. How he resisted was probably a testament to his strict personal training. Instead, he smiled and asked in a husky whisper, "do I do you now?"

You can do me whenever you want. The King cleared his throat at that thought and gave a short nod. "I shall choose an oil that appeals to me." He smiled sheepishly at Trunks, "this one is too fruity and flowery for my taste." He grabbed the potion from his tail and placed the cork back on.

He stood up, semi erection still present, and made his way to the shelf. He placed Trunks' chosen bottle back and sniffed around for one that suited his mood. A spicy smelling oil bottle caught his attention, he carefully pulled it out and uncorked it. "Yes, this will do nicely." King Vegeta made his way back to his grandson and offered him the glass bottle. "Do as I did." He smirked and sat on the inside step in between Trunks' legs, offering up his back and shoulders to the halfling.

Trunks snorted playfully at the comment; he was used to it after all. A large part of him was pleased to see the semi erection, his tail twitching wickedly at it.

The younger warrior couldn't help a smirk as the King sat between his legs and he accepted the offered bottle, giving it a curious sniff as he took it. Mm, spicy and sharp, but not bad. It was a little strong, but not unpleasantly so. Humming as he popped the bottle open and took a few drops into his hands, Trunks did as his grandfather had and held the bottle in his tail while he rubbed his hands together to spread the oil evenly.

Placing his hands on the older warrior's shoulders, he started to rub, remembering what he'd been taught about massages as he did so. Leaning forward, to be sly, he whispered into the King's ear, "let me know if I need to use more pressure."

A groan escaped the King's throat. "I shall not break. I like it hard." He whispered back. King Vegeta then relaxed as his muscles were massaged. He closed his eyes and listened to the melodic music playing in the background. A few tunes he had been able to recognise, but mostly the music was foreign to him, however pleasant. He had done well in investing on high end music rather than accepting Lady Chronoa's offer. She had suggested to hire musicians among the Time Patrollers, and talented though they might have been, the King wanted to spare no expense. This was a celebration to honor his grandson. He was going all out. It might have depleted his reserves, especially the wine, the blood of the gods, and the smoking pipes. Speaking of...

"I could go for a pipe right about now." King Vegeta commented absentmindedly. He raised his hand and waved it gently. One of his servants from earlier came rushing to him. "Bring me a shikashi pipe." He turned halfway to Trunks and said humorously, "I would offer you one but you have your hands full at the moment."

Trunks laughed a bit at the response, but he did push down harder with his hands, really digging in deep to make sure he worked all the knots and tensions out of the hard muscles beneath his hands. He got a little more oil at one point before starting on the King's upper back, humming faintly in tune with the music as he worked. As always, this was strangely relaxing; almost like working with tough clay and it was oddly pleasing to feel stiff muscles ease and soften under his insistent touch and pressure.

He was popped out of his little trance by mention of the pipe and made a curious noise at the comment, asking, "what's a shikashi pipe? Tobacco?"

It sounded like it could be one, but hey, he could be wrong.

"I do not know what this tobacco is. The shikashi pipe, or in universal speak; the 'however' pipe, makes you reach a level of enlightenment. You start questioning things and realizing that not everything falls into a certain rule. There are exceptions to everything and one just needs to recognize when something is out of the norm.

"It was very controversial to reach this level of purity in thoughts, very 'un-Saiyan'. But protestors complained, and it was always used anyway without the law knowing about it, so my source decided to legalize it, much to the delight of the masses. It became a recreational drug, used when a Saiyan wanted to take a break from being a Saiyan. It is exhausting to be on edge all the time and ready for a fight.

"The 'however' pipe is not for everyone, however. Some still look down upon it. I, however, find it relaxing and have discovered a few important things about myself that would have otherwise been overlooked.

"Bardock and I would visit at times and smoke a pipe or two. He would get HILARIOUSLY philosophical, and always end up saying that Saiyans, deep down inside, are nothing but seekers of love. Beneath all the bravado and all the pent up aggression and horniness, all we wanted was love." The King shook his head and chuckled. "As I said, hilarious."

The servant returned with a pipe and lit it for the King using a small flicker of ki. King Vegeta dismissed him and took a puff out of the long pipe. He sighed, closing his eyes, and smoke escaped his nostrils. "This was a good investment."

Trunks quietly took that all in and made a mental note to try and see if he could see Bardock in that state. Those thoughts of his...... Hit a little close to home. But then again, Trunks', uh, rather unique situation wasn't typical. Still, it sounded interesting to witness and where had he...

Oh.

Tilting his head, he leaned forward again, asking curiously, "you mean pot? Marijuana?"

Because that sounded a lot like the Earthen drug he knew and had once tried. Never again though because for one, it hadn't done a thing to relax him and for two, that had been the absolute worst case of the munchies he'd ever experienced and had never wanted to go through ever again. The only saving grace in that situation was that he'd been in the past with all its plentiful food. Had that happened in the future..... Well, he didn't want to think about it.

So he shook the thoughts from his head and got some more oil and continued working on his grandfather's back; there was a very stubborn knot that just wouldn't work loose and was proving quite the challenge.

"Ma-ri-jua-na? I do not know that name. The bowl is filled with dried minced leaves from the Goddess plant. This is the most important living thing on the planet. We do not waste her offerings. We use the fruit and its seed as food, we use the very ripe fruits for the wine, the fruit that is too rotten to eat is used to dye fabrics, we use the fiber of her stems to weave baskets and rope, we use the dry leaves for our pipes... And legend tells that once in a lifetime, a Goddess plant will produce one chosen fruit, and this fruit, if planted on a planet full of life, will feed off its energy and grow into a magnificent tree. It is known as the Tree of Might. This tree will produce a different fruit that, when eaten, will give its consumer insurmountable powers.

"There was... A shadow of a Saiyan who was obsessed with finding this fruit to become more powerful. He would raid the temples in search for it. I do not know if he ever found it. Most Saiyans believe that the chosen fruit was just a myth."

The King stood up and sat next to Trunks. "I believe you have done an excellent job on my back. It does not hurt as much. Now for my legs."

Trunks listened attentively, eagerly soaking in all that info as it was offered to him. He moved as the King did, standing so he could work on his legs better, but not with a tease of, "but I hadn't done your chest yet."

Pouring more oil into his hands, he nonetheless reached for one leg and spoke as he worked, digging his fingers into the hard muscle to begin the massage, "mm, marijuana or rather, pot, as most humans know it, is just.... It's a type of hemp plant. It can be smoked which for most leads to feelings of relaxation, some altered consciousness, and it also typically causes its users to become incredibly hungry. It's actually used as medicine for people suffering from conditions that cause them to lose their appetite, as well as other conditions like chronic pain and more."

Getting the knot in the calf out, Trunks moved his hands steadily up, working on a tough spot just above the knee, going on, "it's not the same for everyone though. Depending on your body, smoking pot can actually cause a lot of bad side effects, like paranoia, hypertension, and more. Or it can do like with me and just have no effect. I think it actually gave me a small headache, to tell the truth."

He fell mostly quiet, getting a little more oil before returning to his work with a pleasant hum.

"Hemp plant, you say?" The King nodded and let his leg down when Trunks was finished. His other leg was treated in a similar fashion and all the knots and tension were out of his muscles. "I should hire you as my personal masseuse. It is hard to get a good massage. You would think Saiyans would be talented with their hands, but they are either too careful, or too aggressive. Too hyper focused on one spot or not focused enough. It is never a grey area for us. Everything must be black or white. However, I can see that exceptions do exist. You have skillful hands. Makes me wonder what else you can massage with those lovely fingers." King Vegeta took another huff of his pipe and blew smoke circles in the air, looking at Trunks through lidded eyes.

Trunks nodded to the first question, oiling his hands again as he listened to the King speak. A smile came across his face as he admitted, "I had good teachers and I worked on myself a lot. Sword work kinks up the arms and upper back like you wouldn't believe."

King Vegeta smiled. "If you are interested, after we are done here I would like to get more acquainted with your hands. And you with mine."

Feeling playful and devious, Trunks leaned forward, putting his hands on the King's shoulders to begin working on his chest, working his way down with a calculated pace while not neglecting the tense spots he found. He gently blew the smoke away, wanting a clear mind as he spoke, "I think I'd like to show you how interested I am."

And with that, his hands got a last bit of oil and dipped down between his grandfather's thighs, massaging that last spot with utmost care and attention and proving that he was in fact, quite talented with his hands.

King Vegeta hissed with pleasure as he was massaged in the best way. Oh, this one certainly was trouble.

His dick swelled up as the expert hands rubbed up and down its length. "You are dangerous, Trunks." The King was enjoying this too much. He noticed a few spectators had turned their heads to steal occasional glances, but they knew better than to openly ogle at their king.

Trunks laughed, low and deep in his throat, with a confident, "I know."

A moan escaped the King's lips as expert hands worked the oil onto his delicate skin. King Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the back of his head with the hand that wasn't holding the pipe and leaned in towards his mouth.

Trunks' hands kept up their work, a faint purr in his chest at the hot length in his grip and just thinking about what fun they could have together. And it spoke a lot, about how much he trusted the King, when he didn't buck or try to bolt away as his head was grabbed and he was pulled in.

Instead, Trunks relaxed and shifted his stance to avoid any awkward pressure as he closed the distance for the kiss, lightly putting his lips to the King's to let him decide how far this was going to go.

Lips touched and rubbed together, softly, gently, there was no use rushing things. The King wanted to ravish that sinfully soft mouth but he was too relaxed to do so, what with the great massage Trunks gave him and the pipe he was smoking. No, their first kiss would be slow but still passionate.

King Vegeta opened his mouth to run his tongue over Trunk's lips before capturing the bottom one in his mouth and sucking on it while still rubbing his tongue against it. He applied very little pressure to the bottom lip with his teeth and pulled away, releasing the lip after stretching it some. He then gave Trunks a small peck and smiled.

"You are delectable. I wish to have you, but first, let us leave the basin and scrub off the oils. I shall teach you how."

Trunks' purr got deeper as the kiss progressed and his tail swung around happily, lifting up at the last tease to his mouth. He returned the pressure of the peck when it was given and honestly wanted to go on.

But the King was right, they should finish bathing first. After all, they were rudely taking up space at the pool and honestly, Trunks was still curious about the games the King had mentioned earlier. As to the comment, he cheekily agreed, "I can't wait to have you too," and took his hands off the King's cock with one last stroke to the head.

Then he stepped back a little, waiting to be taught how to scrub off the oil. He knew how to concentrate ki around his hand like a blade, but surely this needed finer control, right?

The King smiled as he stood up and left the pool. He playfully flicked his tail under Trunks' chin and walked to where a big drain was built on the floor. A couple of other Saiyans were already scraping the oil off their body and as soon as the King approached them, they bowed and made room for him.

Trunks snorted back just as playfully before climbing out of the pool and following the King to the drain. His tail waved happily behind him, his cleaned scent starting to fill the air now that he was out of the water. The oil still dulled it a bit, but that would be fixed shortly.

King Vegeta turned to his grandson and lifted his right hand. He pressed his index finger and thumb together and slowly separated them. A string of energy appeared between them, connecting the fingers as the King separated them.

"This is one way to do it. Some Saiyans use ki throughout all their fingers, some are even able to coat their entire hand with ki and it makes the job much easier. But seeing as you are a beginner, I'm assuming you have never done this, this form is the easiest."

Trunks paid close attention to what his grandfather did, nodding slowly as he observed. Frowning slightly in concentration, he admitted, "I've used ki on my hand to make it like a sword..... But that wouldn't be the right form, would it?"

To try it, he concentrated and filled his hand with ki, shrinking it down like a glove but trying to keep an edge to it. Trunks looked up to see if he was doing it right or if he should use the form his grandfather had displayed for him.

"It would not be the right form, you also need to make the ki very weak." To prove his point, King Vegeta touched Trunks' hand with the shank of his pipe and surely enough, the wood burned a bit. "While Saiyan skin is much sturdier than the material of this pipe, it would be uncomfortable. You need just enough ki to scrape the oil off without burning the skin. You may use ki on your hand, it is my preferred way, but it will take more concentration. Ki manipulation is very difficult. You ought to see the ornamenters. They are masters of ki manipulation. They have turned it into an art form. On the day we celebrate Tail Dazzle, ornamenters decorate Saiyans by using ki. Picture jewelry, but made of energy. At night, it glows and is the most beautiful sight to behold." The King gesticulated every word. His expression that of wonder. "I have given it much thought, if Saiyans could use this technique to completely hide their power levels, we would have an edge to us. It would make us less predictable, more... Dangerous. Alas, I have tried and found no manner to make my ki disappear."

That.... That all sounded so amazing. Trunks hoped he got a chance to see that. .......Maybe even experience it at some point. Then the rest of his grandfather's words sunk in and Trunks nodded, remembering his old training lessons with Mister Gohan in his own timeline and even Mister Piccolo at one special occasion during the training to defeat Cell. The memories lowered his guard and made him happy, so without thinking, Trunks responded, "oh, you can't. Ki is tied to our life energy as Saiyans. To make it fully disappear is to effectively die. Instead, you can do this..."

He cut the ki flow to his hand and with the ease of practice, dropped his power level significantly. Had anyone had a scouter, they would have seen the very drastic drop of his power to a mere level 5; a power level so weak most Saiyans couldn't comprehend life with it. To the Saiyans in the room, it was almost like he disappeared without literally doing so.

"Dear gods, boy! What have you done?!" The King gasped as Trunks' energy practically disappeared. Saiyans used to be very good at sensing energy, not as good as Goku, or Trunks, or Vegeta, by far, but enough to be able to gauge an opponent's strength, for example, before a fight broke out. Some Saiyans, like healers, were especially good at reading ki. Some Saiyans could sense a certain Saiyan's ki, this happened often with mates or close members of their circle, or pack. Saiyans like the royal family needed to fine tune these skills, but the introduction of the scouters made Saiyans sloppy and lazy. They started relying more on digital numbers than on their instincts. Be that as it may, a few Saiyans still believed in instinct over technology, and the King being, well, THE King had to always be one step ahead. This being said, King Vegeta could sense Trunks' power level drop significantly. Three or four Saiyans around them turned to look at the lavender haired halfling, probably sensing as if he had died right in the middle of the party. The King certainly would've thought so as well if not for the evidence standing right in front of him, looking as healthy as a fiddle.

"Fascinating." King Vegeta whispered. "You must teach me."

Trunks smiled, pleased that he could still use that old trick to shock people. He explained easily, "hid my power level. It's not that hard to learn, once you know how to do it. I'm not as good as my original sensei or as good as Goku or Prince Vegeta, but I'm still pretty damn good at this."

To show off a bit, he let his power level rise in slow increments, then dropped it back down just as slowly, going on, "sure, I can teach you. It takes time at first, to get used to it, but once you do, it goes pretty smoothly. I think you've already got a lot of a good foundation, since this requires a lot of self control and self discipline and just, honestly, knowing your own body."

Realizing the hint he'd given himself, Trunks let his power level rise to his normal standard around Tik Tok, then focused on his hand again, this time with a different concentration. A much weaker ki filled his hand, the faint purple light looking more like a glow from his skin than a casing of power. He looked to King Vegeta and held up his hand, asking, "is this good?"

"And my son knows how to do that? Well, I would have never guessed." The King looked at Trunks' hand and grazed his fingertips on it. "Perfect. And if you use both hands," King Vegeta lifted his hands and released a small amount of ki into them, "then the job goes by much faster." To make his point, he touched Trunks' pecs and smoothed down his hands, oil gathered below them and slowly dripped down Trunks' body, down his legs and into the drain.

"He was never one for self control, my son. Self discipline he excelled at, but he always had trouble controlling himself. Ever since he was a child. He was a wild one." The King chuckled as he slid his hands over Trunks' shoulders and down his arms. More oil was removed and dripped from his fingers. King Vegeta gently pressed his fingers on Trunks' face and removed the oil from his forehead and cheeks. Then he passed his hands over his grandson's neck and over his pecs, sliding down his front and sides until he reached Trunks' genitals. He playfully winked and skillfully removed the oil from the skin creases.

Trunks nodded and then listened carefully, focusing on the King's voice to avoid becoming a stuttering puddle on the floor. It felt just so, so weirdly good to be stroked and cleaned like that; like a loving caress all over.

When there was a small break, he gasped out, "I think, think he got jealous. Go-Goku can do it really, really easy and it, it gave him an e-edge in their first fight. So P-prince Vegeta tra, trained to learn it too."

After that, it was obvious: it was a very useful skill to have, so he furthered his training and control of it, though Goku was still ahead of the royal in that ability. At the touch to his groin, Trunks nearly came completely undone and couldn't help the mewl that escaped him, nor the way his tail arched up in want.

King Vegeta noticed the tail lifting and he gently grasped the tip and lowered it. "I need to teach you how to better control your tail, cub. If you go lifting it like that, it is practically an invitation to get fucked." The King turned Trunks around, "see all those Saiyans? You can smell their arousal and it is directed toward you."

Of course, if any Saiyan were to approach Trunks in a sexual manner, they would definitely get the same treatment as Kress. The King wouldn't even need to intervene. The boy was more than capable to fend for himself... Which made him wonder if Trunks was more powerful than himself. Surely Trunks was keeping his power level low, wasn't he? Could he raise it even more than he did when he was demonstrating how he could increase and decrease his power level? The King needed to know, and one sure way was to go to the wrestling matches on the third floor and wait for a ring to clear.

Trunks saw them, saw all the gazes being subtly and outright directed their way and just...... A dark part of him wanted to do something and-

He cut that line of thought fast and made a note that he might need to increase the strength of his medication soon. This was getting out of hand. Swallowing hard, he tried to distract himself by half-joking, half-seriously asking, "so we'll trade then? Tail control lessons for ki control?"

Swallowing again, he turned in the King's hands to face him, admitting, "I've only had my tail for about four years now and I don't like it being out, so I haven't really had much personal practice with it."

It was a physical demand to keep his tail down and not let it lift in a teasing manner again. What the hell was with his body? Was this part of being a Breeder?

"It is a deal then. I shall help you train your tail, and you shall teach me to learn how to control my power level." King Vegeta cupped Trunks' cheek for a spell before turning him again and continuing the oil scraping down Trunks' back. He suddenly halted his movements, and squinted. "Four years, you say? How... Did you lose your tail in battle?"

A Saiyan's tail was his pride and honor. Some Saiyans had preferred death over losing their tails in the past. They meant everything to a Saiyan, their identity, their emotions, their Oozaru form, their heat and rut cycles... Not to mention their third age! IF the Saiyan lived long enough. Saiyans usually died before their third age, which was a second base power increase. If a Saiyan lived long enough and had his tail present, their ki would increase significantly. King Vegeta was one of the few Saiyans that were able to survive long enough to reach the third age. He reached it right after his brother forfeited the throne to him, thus, gaining the respect of his new followers for having such a formidable power level, and no questions asked. Of course, the new King had been wise not to flaunt his new power, unlike his older brother, who spared no opportunity to show off his ki strength. That's what ultimately got him killed by the hands of the Icejin tyrant.

Trunks reddened a little, admitting, "Well.... It's a bit embarrassing..."

"But I was originally born without a tail. My mother said that my father told her it was known to happen at times with other rare crossbreed cubs, so they didn't think anything of it. The Prince Vegeta of the past confirmed it too when he saw I didn't have one but..... Well, he said it was odd."

Trunks sighed at the feeling of hands on his back, pausing for a second in his explanation before going on, "see, he knew that Goku's first child, Gohan, had been born with a tail. So logically, I should have been too. Then we got focused on our training and dropped it. I found out way later what actually had happened to me."

His tail came up to rest on the King's arm, as if to display itself and prove it was there as Trunks finally said what happened, "I was on a Time Patrol mission, during my first year, and well, I got in over my head a bit and I took a hard blow to the back. Felt like my spine snapped and who knows, maybe something got cracked at least; I know I travelled about forty yards on my back on hard concrete and chunks of metal. I still completed my mission too, though I passed right out afterwards. And when I woke up later in Tik Tok's medical ward, my tail was out. We had a couple Saiyan patrollers by then and one of them, Minkup, told me about it; apparently I had been born with a condition called 'trapped tail'. He said his own cub had it too, but normally it's treated at birth, not left like mine was. Since I was born on Earth and my father......... My time's Prince Vegeta passed when I was so young, we just honestly didn't know. To be fair, since the other Prince Vegeta didn't know either, maybe it was just some info that wasn't well known to begin with."

His tail tapped on the King's arm and Trunks laughed a bit, "oh yeah, it did get broken at one point. That's why the tip feels a little weird. I underwent the process to correct it but there's still a slight kink there, at the top. It's a lot smaller than it used to be though."

"Ah, I have heard of this condition, but never have witnessed it. Probably because, indeed, it was treated immediately. I am not surprised my brat did not know about it." The King was entranced watching how Trunks' tail curled around his arm, it reminded him so much of his first mate. "Saiyans tend to... Look away from irregularities. Any birth defect was quickly corrected or dealt with by sending the baby to another world. I-" King Vegeta closed his eyes, his hands tightened minutely on Trunks' hips. "I was forced to banish my second born. He was too weak to be granted life. He would have been killed as per Freiza's law. Same thing happened to Bardock's youngest cub. Kakarot had the lowest power level ever recorded in Saiyan history. Bardock did not have good luck as far as rearing cubs went. All his kit had problems. The first one, I forget his name, was used as an example when Frieza first implemented his rule to destroy all cubs who had a lower power level than forty two. Frieza- He murdered the child right before Bardock and his mates' eyes. Bardock fainted. I have never seen him faint before. Ever. Toma charged towards Frieza and a few of his pack members had to hold him down. Gine," the King made a face, "he was the only level headed one.

"Then came Raditz. He was born with a power level of forty three, just barely passing Frieza's limit. But he was born during Drought Season. Usually, Saiyans born during drought are defective. Raditz was not capable of caring for himself, and his power level was very low, even after his first age ki spike. Whenever I came to visit Bardock's shop, I would observe Raditz. He was completely dependant of his parents. It was a disgrace. But he was so loved by them.

"Bardock's last cub was born with a power level of two. It was a miracle he was even alive. I remember Bardock running to the palace, it was dark and raining. He stormed into the throne room and threw himself to my feet, crying. No, sobbing. I had never seen stoic Bardock in such condition! He could barely speak. After I calmed him down, I could make out his garbled words. He had just given birth, and his cub had a power level of two. I did not believe him until I escorted him back to his forge and saw for myself with my own scouter that Kakarot had that low a ki level.

"That night I sat down with the three parents. We talked, and I agreed to let Kakarot live until his ki stabilized. They had him in a nursing capsule for the longest time. It was almost the end of Eyo's Drought Season and Kakarot's ki still did not increase. I could not afford to keep him hidden any longer. Frieza was bound to find out. He had ears and eyes everywhere across the planet. So I did the best thing I could think of.

"I called Bardock to my office and told him about these few Planets I had researched where the dominant species had very low power levels and the planets themselves did not have any value to the PTO. Kakarot would be safe there and could live out his life and perhaps even conquer it some day. I told him not to tell me which planet he chose. I gave him a pod and that same night, Bardock shipped Kakarot off to his future home."

Trunks stayed quiet, letting the older warrior speak and soaking up all that information that was revealed. So he did have an uncle.... And wow.... Just.... Holy shit.

He'd already known of Freeza's power level laws and the methods he used, again, remembering the nursery ward story Prince Vegeta had told him. But to hear how it'd been so strictly executed, how jarringly it'd been put into place? That was another thing. After the King was done, Trunks' tail gave his arm a comforting squeeze while Trunks himself took a second to find his words. When he did, he spoke, "Goku is Earth's greatest hero and defender. His current power level is such that other than Prince Vegeta, only the Gods like Beerus are a challenge to him now and even then, a few aren't. I killed Freeza once as well as King Kold, but Goku's personally killed Freeza twice over, same with Cooler though the second time was with Prince Vegeta's help."

One of his hands carefully settled over one of his grandfather's, resting on it in further comfort as Trunks went on, ".......I've seen a few other universes, seen how certain.... Other options turned out. Believe me when I say this: sending Goku, no, Kakarot to Earth was the best choice for him, for everyone."

He trailed off after that, not sure what else to say and the questions buzzing in his head didn't feel right to ask at that moment either. So instead, he let the silence fill the gap and hoped he'd said the right things to bring his grandfather comfort and reassurance.

King Vegeta was the kind of Saiyan that always had something to say. But listening to Trunks he could hardly believe it. His third circle had killed Frieza AND King Kold? There goes wanting to test his strength against him. He was relieved to not have proposed to Trunks to go to the wrestling arenas. And Bardock's brat! He was now as powerful as the Gods?! Could he have become more powerful than the Legendary Super Saiyan? And Prince Vegeta was still a challenge to Kakarot- That meant his brat was as powerful as the Gods as well!

"Oh-" The King felt faint. He shook his head and focused on the now, there would be plenty of time later to discuss his cub and Bardock's cub. "I believe... We have had a nice chat, but let us concentrate on the task at hand. I am yet to be scrubbed down." King Vegeta turned around and offered his back to Trunks. "We shall talk about the adventures of Prince Vegeta and Kakarot another-"

"KAKAROT?!"

The King squeezed one eye shut at the loud and shrill voice of none other than-

"Bardock?"



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