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 4
The spelling ‘Frieza’ and ‘Freeza’ are used, depending on the roleplayer. Apologies.
We’re also bastardizing a lot of DBZ and DBS canons.

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"What about my cub?! IS HE ALIVE?!" Bardock grabbed the King by his arms and shook him some.

The royal guards were immediately by the King's sides. Sullion having returned from the dungeons, and Zorn diligently holding onto Trunks' sword.

King Vegeta rolled his eyes and waved them off. Then he turned his attention to the enraged face of the best mouth on Vegetasei. "He is alive and well, Bardock, calm down."

"And when were you planning on telling me?!" Bardock straightened up, hands curled into fists by his sides, and tail swishing angrily.

King Vegeta crossed his arms. Dealing with an upset Bardock was like dealing with a toddler that had one too many sugar rocks and was denied any more. "I had barely just found out myself. I looked for you but you were nowhere to be seen. Sucking Toma's cock, no doubt."

Bardock opened and closed his mouth several times. "That- That's- That's besides the point! Tell me, where is he?"

Seeing Bardock again and having recently been subjected to the sheer legendary stubbornness of the Saiyan, Trunks decided to try and step in. Leaning around his grandfather, he spoke up, "I was the one that told him about Goku. I didn't realize he was your Kakarot until King Vegeta asked me for more details."

He lifted one hand to gesture vaguely around the room as he went on, "but by the time we put it together, like he said, neither of you were down here where we could see you."

To help keep from getting carried away by the new conversation, he put ki into his hands as he'd been shown and started scrubbing the King down, copying the motions the other warrior had used. He still spoke as he worked, "we were going to find you and tell you all I knew, but now here you are. So, ask away."

Trunks looked up from the scarred back he was working on, adding at the last, "and Kakarot's where you put him to begin with, on Earth."

Bardock stared at Trunks for a moment and then a look of realization hit him. He immediately turned to leave, planned to dash through the exit, but a much quicker hand caught his wrist and Bardock stopped mid-turn.

"Easy, Bardock. You would need a fuckton of luck to get Lady Chronoa to let you leave so suddenly. I heard you are a Time Patroller now." King Vegeta tried to reason with his old friend.

"Fuck Chronoa, I hafta go see my brat-"

"Bardock, you are not thinking straight." The King did the one thing that would calm the scarred Saiyan down. He pulled Bardock down by the arm and shoved his cock inside Bardock's surprised mouth.

"MMMFFFFF!"

"This will calm you down, you greedy cock sucker." King Vegeta caressed Bardock's hair and face, and soon the commander started getting into it.

Trunks paused as all that happened, about to interrupt but then the King just.... Shoved his dick into Bardock's mouth. His tail flared for a second but looking around showed.... Well, there were some people laughing but most of them just didn't even look that much. All in all, it had the air of something incredibly normal. Hells, Toma himself just shrugged and left to get two glasses of wine, strolling back while idly sipping one and holding the other presumably for Bardock or maybe the King. Either or.

Biting down the weird urge to growl, Trunks went back to his scrubbing and stated, "not Lady Chronoa. I'm who Bardock needs to talk to about leave time right now, since I'm the Commander. Considering the timeline in question, I've got management rights over it the same as she does."

Moving to the King's arms and shoulders, he did the left side first, taking care to keep from hitting or bumping Bardock on 'accident' (what was with him right now?), Trunks went on, "besides, if you're patient, he'll be here about this time next week. And honestly? There's a lot I need to tell you before you two see each other, to help make sure you're not caught off guard by how his life went and how things turned out."

Moving to King Vegeta's right side to clean there, Trunks finished with, "it's not bad, really, but it'll be a lot of culture shock. Trust me on that."

"Ah, you see? You would have gone all the way to Lady Chronoa only to have her send you back here." King Vegeta said smugly.

Bardock simply growled deep in his chest and continued sucking.

"I shall be taking that." The King showed the pipe to Toma and they traded wine with pipe. He then downed the drink in one go, shivering a little at the strength of the wine. "This is the good stuff." He said while looking at his empty glass.

The hand holding Bardock's head in place was lifted and scrubbed free of oil. The King looked around, then tossed the glass inside the pool without a care, broken shards of glass wouldn't actually harm a Saiyan's bare feet, but it wasn't the most pleasant feeling either. Plus, he needed both hands for what was to come and he couldn't be bothered with the cup. Once his arms were scraped clean, he buried his hands in Bardock's messy hair and grabbed it tightly. He pulled the scarred Saiyan almost all the way off his dick and, using his grip on Bardock's hair, pulled him back on his shaft in an almost violent manner. Back and forth, Bardock's head bobbed over the King's cock. No punches were being pulled. The King was all too familiar with what Bardock liked.

Trunks trailed off from talking, choosing instead to focus on finishing his cleaning work as best he could. Obviously he couldn't get all of it, but at least Bardock was doing a good job, ahem, spit-shining what Trunks couldn't get to.

Kneeling down and timing his movements, Trunks cleaned the King's legs on first the right side, then the left; then his hands went up and cleaned the hip area as best he could without getting in the way. Task finally complete, he ran a slightly higher level of ki through his hands to clean them and then, cutting the ki, very cheekily circled a finger around King Vegeta's tail base, light and fast and with the barest extra pressure at the tail gland.

Then he walked over to stand next to Toma, slightly slanted to the side with a hand on his hip as he waited for them to finish up and then they could proceed to..... Whatever was next.

The King tensed in surprise at the light touch to his tail gland and let out a startled gasp. He glared at Trunks' cheekiness and his teasing as the youth walked past him.

King Vegeta didn't like teases. He would have to get back at Trunks for that one. But for now...

A few more thrusts had him spilling deep inside Bardock's throat. The King pulled out halfway to paint Bardock's mouth with the last strands of cum. Bardock, of course, appreciated the gesture. A few tugs of his own cock and he came on the drain where they were situated on.

Bardock pulled off His Majesty's cock and grinned like a maniac. He stood up and turned to Toma, "that's twenty three."

Trunks almost asked 'twenty three what' but.... Given the context of the situation, he could figure it out.

Instead, a thought hit him and he said aloud without thinking, "you're not a linguist or a diplomat, are you Bardock? That nickname translates to something else, doesn't it?"

But to what could it actually mean? He tilted his head in curious thought, tumbling the phrase through his head to see if he could puzzle it out. Given this context........... Oh.

Oh.

A faint blush hit his face as he realized the more likely meaning of that translation. But....... A thousand? Really?

"A linguist?" Bardock snickered as he turned to Trunks. The King and Toma also chuckled at that. "My full name, or 'nickname', as you so poorly put it, is 'Bardock, the-

-Mouth of a Thousand Dicks'."

As if orchestrated, several Saiyans spoke those last words alongside Bardock, rather enthusiastically. Cheers and laughter followed and Bardock raised his hands and gave an exaggerated bow to his audience.

"DO ME NEXT." Came a random petition.

"Now, now. I have other things to take care of. Improtant things." Bardock smiled apologetically, placing his hand on his chest.

"More important than a blow job?!" Another comment was heard.

The King smiled and shook his head. "You still manage to draw a crowd." He told his friend fondly.

"Hey, ain't nobody draws a crowd better than I do!" Bardock pointed to himself with both thumbs.

"I suggest we take our matters to someplace more private." The King told the others in a hushed voice. "There are some things you need to know."

"Oh?" Bardock turned towards Trunks, then back to the King. "Things like my brat?"

"Precisely."

King Vegeta nodded for Trunks, Toma, and Bardock to follow him up the stairs.

Trunks got rid of his blush and followed behind his grandfather, idly eyeing Toma and Bardock as they went up the stairs. The pair returned the gaze for a bit, then they got to the second floor and everyone looked around. Mostly because some called out Bardock's name to tease him, probably having heard the shout of his title from below and Toma teased them back with his mate.

Trunks took that chance to look around at the games that were supposedly here. He could see some playing cards, a few groups doing something with bright, glittery stones, a table where there was an arm wrestling match going on, another that was clearly a drinking game and..... Hmm, either that group in the corner was doing some form of Saiyan twister or they found a comfy spot to 'get to know each other better'.

He looked forward to where the King was, quietly wondering if they were going to stay here or go up another floor.

Finding an empty table, the King made his way to it as the others followed. He sat down on a cushion and waited for the others to do so.

I have been told by Trunks that," the regal Saiyan lowered his voice to a whisper so only the others could hear, "Kakarot's power level matches the Gods'."

"What?!" Toma and Bardock angry whispered back.

The King shushed them and looked around. "He fought Frieza and beat him." King Vegeta looked over at Trunks for confirmation.

Taking a seat next to his grandfather, Trunks nodded in confirmation when prompted. Leaning in so as to still speak quietly, he expanded on it, "not just once but twice. First on the planet Namek, then later again during a.... Mmm, a very annoying tournament held by various Gods. Now Freeza doesn't even bother him or Earth or anywhere close to that galaxy."

Drinks appeared on the table via a quick footed servant and Trunks waited until they left before going on, "Goku's also killed Cooler twice, once on Earth after killing Freeza, then again when Cooler merged with some kind of sentient technology and tried to take over New Namek. The second time was with the aid of Prince Vegeta though."

He took a sip of his drink, which thankfully was not the fruit wine though it was still alcoholic, and added, "I can't even begin to list all the enemies he's defeated over the years, many of them minor gods in their own rights and a couple of them major gods. As it stands today, Goku's a match for Beerus and a few of the more energetic Kais and so far, only Prince Vegeta is his match as a fellow Saiyan."

Trunks didn't mention himself; it wasn't the right place to do so. This was a talk about Goku, other details could be filled in later. Wanting to prove he was talking truthfully, Trunks offered, "later, I can show you the time scrolls that show his battles that I mentioned. So you can see for yourselves how he fought and won."

Toma took a puff of the pipe he was still holding and asked, "isn't Cooler that guy that competed with the PTO?"

"Cooler was Frieza's older brother." Bardock supplied. He took a swig of the beverage brought to him and considered his next words. "How is it that Kakarot, I'm assuming this Goku guy is my brat, can kill the same being twice?"

"Mmm! Indeed, I was wondering myself." The King locked eyes with his grandson. "How is that possible?"

"Maybe Kakarot killed Cooler in this life and in the next." Toma said jokingly. "There's no other logical explanation. But shouldn't we be more focused on the fact that our youngest brat, not to mention Prince Vegeta, are at the same level of the destroyer god, Beerus? That would make them gods themselves!"

Bardock's eyes widened.

Trunks.....Trunks made a noise that anyone with chronic migraines and underlings-that-desperately-needed-a-Galic Beam-to-the-face would understand on a level of the soul. He downed his glass in one gulp and raised it for another. Once he had a fresh one, he downed it too but set that on the table instead of requesting a fresh one.

Rubbing his forehead and the bridge of his nose, Trunks considered his words carefully. At long last, he started to explain, "Icejin are...... They share a similar facet with Saiyans in that they're damn hard to kill completely. Apparently so long as at least their head's intact, you can revive them."

"Cooler was simple. Goku defeated him on Earth and sent him into space with a power blast that should have killed him. But his head was still whole enough that he survived in a hibernative state. It bought him, to my understanding, at least a few more weeks that had he had allies in that sector, could have saved him. Had he not by chance bumped into a piece of sentient technology, Cooler would have died in space slowly over the course of several weeks and that would have been the full end of him. But that sentient technology merged with him and started gathering space debris to turn into a new body for both of them, with Cooler's head as its main processor. Like a computer. The new mecha Cooler invaded New Namek to strip the planet of its resources to both expand his new empire by making slave soldiers via forced cyborgizaton and to gain resources to keep himself going. Like I said, with Prince Vegeta's help, he and Goku fought and won against Cooler's new form and completely killed him that time."

That part done, Trunks finally raised his glass for a fresh one. Getting it, he downed about half and groaned, "but Freeza....."

He let out a long, very painful sigh, "Freeza was a different story. Goku originally killed him on Old Namek or so we thought. Apparently, enough of his body survived in space and King Kold's personal ship was close enough that they were able to get to what was left of Freeza's body to save him and restore him via mechanization. He became a cyborg, at least as his body slowly regenerated its lost and damaged parts. He knew where Goku originated fr..... Well, where he grew up so he and King Kold came to Earth to finish the job and maybe score a new planet too."

Trunks drank some more, finally admitting, "I killed Freeza that time, along with King Kold and their invasion force. Goku was stuck on another planet, Yardrat I think? So he didn't get to fight them. Then we had other enemies to face and so that went along."

Something about the way he said that last part hinted he was leaving out a lot of detail. But Trunks kept going before they could ask, "as for the second time........"
He gave another heavy, pain filled sigh and said bluntly, "Goku used a god's blessing to bring Freeza back. There was this..... Godly tournament going on, the gods choosing the best fighters from their respective universes to fight, with the winning fighters being granted a Supreme Wish, no power limits, no restrictions, nothing. Goku was in charge of choosing the team members for his universe and felt they were lacking. So he had Freeza brought back to fight with them. Which of course bit him in the ass as Freeza tried to turn on him during the tournament to ensure that Freeza himself would get the wish alone. Goku beat his ass to death finally and then of course, Goku's universe won the tournament and got their wishes."

He finally smiled a bit, admitting, "Goku's wish? He wanted to make sure his family was comfortable so he could fight and train more! It sounds mundane compared to a lot of the others, but what can we say? He's a fight fanatic."

Trunks nursed his glass a bit, adding on, "and you're not wrong, Toma. Goku and Prince Vegeta are basically recognized now as minor gods, thanks to all the power they've both accumulated over the years and with all their fights and victories."

He sat back a bit, looking at the other three to see how they took all that information he just dumped on them.

Three stunned faces just stared at the lavender haired halfling, all different degrees of confusion.

After he recovered, Toma downed his glass as well. "Our Kakarot. A god. Gine would be jumping and squealing." The tanned Saiyan chuckled.

"It seems it did my brat good to hang around your youngest." The King smiled, pride shone in his eyes.

Leaning in and placing the tips of his fingers on the table, Bardock asked, "what do you mean by Old Namek?" Bardock, ever the strategist, was trained to find minor faults anywhere. It's what made him so lethal in combat. He sensed that Trunks wasn't telling the whole story. There was some vital information missing. All this 'Old Namek' and 'New Namek' and Freiza surviving in space, that could only mean that the planet was destroyed, and then brought back. He doubted the gods had any say in this. They weren't above destroying, but creating an entire planet? Trunks was hiding something. He could smell it. And his nose had never failed him in the past.

Trunks gave him an incredibly innocent look, well perfected with years of practice, "well, like how he apparently usually does when he's having a fit, the original planet Namek got destroyed by Freeza, so the Namekians had to find a new homeworld. Once they did, it was named New Namek because all involved felt that was the most fitting name for it."

He didn't want the Saiyans to know about the Dragon Balls just yet, not if he could help it. It was bad enough that so many already knew about the Earthen ones. If more people found out about the more powerful Namekian Dragon Balls? Holy shit did he not get paid near enough for that mess of a headache that'd bring up.

He added a little more detail, "it was apparently quite a narrow escape from what I was told. It's also how Goku got on Yardrat, he couldn't get to the original escape ship in time, so he took a Ginyu Force pod. They'd already been en route on a mission to Yardrat so the pod was preset to go there anyway and Goku didn't know enough about space tech at that point to redirect it anywhere else."

Trunks shrugged and finished the last of his drink, idly watching Bardock to see the other warrior's next move.

Bardock squinted, "what was Kakarot doing in Namek to begin with?" Having honed the skill of hiding information, Bardock knew when he saw another player.

Trunks shrugged, admitting somewhat, "stopping Freeza."

"Geez, 'Dock, what's with all the questions. We're here to relax and celebrate the newest member of the royal family." Toma slapped Bardock's behind, making the scarred Saiyan growl, and pointed to Bardock's full glass. "Are you going to drink that?" He reached for the glass but it was snatched away before his hand could touch it.

"Get yer hands off my alcohol." Bardock decided to let the questioning go, for now, and took a sip of his drink.

"I for one, do not care about all those things. Old Namek, New Namek... Our brats are GODS." King Vegeta said that a little bit too loud. Luckily the Saiyans around them were too caught up in their activities to be listening in on their conversation.

Trunks'd have to be careful of Bardock, it seemed. Already he'd underestimated the guy, even after reading the reports on him. But he didn't stop the new change of topic, nodding and saying again, "they'll be here next week. Maybe even with Gohan, if they can pry him away from work. Not sure they will though; Goku's very happy that Gohan's found a job he loves so much and he's really reluctant to interrupt it if they can avoid that."

And to be honest? It was great to Trunks as well to see at least one version of his sensei living a happy, well fulfilled life. Though maybe he'd wait a bit before admitting that Bardock and Toma and Gine were actually great grandparents. ...Or however the Saiyan equivalent was. Fourth circle? Maybe? Hmm.....

He'd have to figure out a way to ask about that without being suspicious....

"Who's Gohan?" Toma asked, still eyeing Bardock's drink.

"Gohan is probably his mate, or his cub." Bardock crossed his arms and hissed when Toma tried to steal his glass again.

"No, no. Chacha or Chicha, something like that, is his mate. And from my understanding, in Earth's culture, you only have one mate. So it must be one of his cubs." King Vegeta looked at Trunks and cocked his eyebrow.

"Just one?" Toma raised his eyebrows.

"Kakarot has cubs? Plural?!" Bardock's face shone with surprise and joy. He playfully hit Toma's arm, "Raditz must be so proud to have a side second circle. He's really good with kids."

Oh..... Oh boy....

Trunks raised his glass again and downed the new one once he got it, sparing half a second to wish it was the better wine from downstairs as he prepared himself for this. Okay, general news first.

"That's part of the culture clash I was talking about. On Earth, you take one wedded partner at a time..... Mostly. It's that way in Japan, where Goku grew up and where I'm from. You can divorce and remarry but it's not looked on kindly if that happens a lot. Goku and Chichi have known each other since they were small and promised to wed each other back then. They have two sons, two cubs I guess we can say. Gohan is his eldest, he's about eight years older than me so he's.....Thirty two now? Wow, time flies."

Trunks took a second to tamp down some...... Memories and creeping thoughts of could have been and went on, "his second cub is Goten, who's nine now. And to clarify further, by Earth ages, only Gohan is of age; Goten's still a minor."

He took another pause to think, then got another glass of wine and downed it like the others, before finally saying, ".........I'm.......probably not the one that should be telling you both this, but Raditz is gone."

"Gone? As in..." Toma looked confused and hopeful at Trunks, waiting for the lavender haired youth to tell him Raditz was ok, he was just gone to- Another planet or something along those lines.

Bardock knew better. He let out a breath of air he'd been holding in. Did he die in battle? The least he could hope for was that Raditz died an honorable death, fighting for his honor, fighting to conquer a planet, fighting for his little brother. Bardock knew Raditz's power level would always be low, he couldn't expect a defective warrior to fight all odds and become powerful just out of sheer will. He also knew Raditz would stop at nothing until he got his baby brother back. Bardock was certain Raditz found Kakarot. But given how Kakarot grew up in an entirely different culture, Raditz might have come across as evil, as most Saiyans did in the eyes of other species.

Goku's wish? He wanted to make sure his family was comfortable so he could fight and train more!

Kakarot cared about his Earth family. Instead of conquering the planet like any Saiyan would, he made it his home. He would defend his home against any foe.

I can't even begin to list all the enemies he's defeated over the years...

Raditz wouldn't have passed as family. He would've been seen as an enemy!

Bardock suddenly stood up from the table, knocking the glasses over. His eyes were unseeing.

"Bardock, are you alright?" The King asked in a soft voice.

"'Dock?" Toma had unshed tears in his eyes. He reached for Bardock's hand but the scarred Saiyan quickly turned around and left the room. "I better go after him." Toma got up and followed his mate.

Trunks watched the pair go quietly, feeling horrible for being the one to have to tell them. He even said as much, quietly to the King, ".......I probably shouldn't have been the one to tell them, but I was the best option....... Considering...."

He shook his head, leaving that part unsaid and instead sighed and squared his shoulders. He steeled himself as he said aloud, "if they want more details, I'll tell them what I know. I only heard it second and third hand, but I know the majority of what happened."

Trunks knew how sensitive Saiyan hearing was; there was a fair chance that Bardock and Toma heard him. Definitely Toma at least. And most certainly his own Grandfather, whom Trunks was sitting next to. It probably didn't need saying, but he said it anyway, much more quietly, "it concerns Prince Vegeta too, in a way."

Tempted as he was for more wine, Trunks held off for now. It wouldn't do to get shitfaced while talking about something so serious.

"Oh?" The King raised his hand to stop the server from placing more alcohol at the table. He was woozy enough for the night, plus, this conversation had taken a dark turn. He was going to sober up anyway. "Tell me, how does Raditz's death concern my brat?"

He reached for the pipe Toma had left on the other side of the table and put it out. Intertwining his fingers together, he gave Trunks his full attention. There must be something he was missing. For Bardock to have stormed off like that so uncharacteristically...

Trunks shifted where he sat, glancing around at the other tables. They seemed fully involved with themselves but still...

He sidled closer to his grandfather, almost pushing their sides together as he leaned in to speak, "because Prince Vegeta invaded Earth with Nappa following Raditz' death."

He looked around again and admitted in the quietest whisper yet, leaning in as if to kiss the King's ear and with his lips barely moving as he finally said, "Prince Vegeta's defeat at Goku's hands then kickstarted everything. It was the crucial turning point for how they both became so powerful."

The King's eyes widened. "My brat got defeated by a third class? Impossible."

Trunks nodded, moving to basically drape himself against the King's side like they were snuggling, keeping his voice super quiet and his lips close to the King's ear as he confirmed, "it happened. I won't say everything here, but I will admit that Prince Vegeta ultimately faced and suffered four great shames during that fight. The third of which was that it was only thanks to Goku's mercy that Prince Vegeta left Earth alive though badly battered."

He nuzzled his grandfather's shoulder both because he wanted to and to help keep up the appearance of being cuddly as he further admitted, "Prince Vegeta lost a lot to Goku at first; nearly every fight they had in fact. And in their combined battles, Prince Vegeta was normally the one beaten down and out of the fight first. But he grew, over time, as all Saiyans do. Now he and Goku are more or less even keel. I think they make a game out of trying to one up the other in victories against each other."

He did not admit that the current tally was two battles in Goku's favor.

The King huffed in amusement.

So Prince Vegeta finally found his match.

He couldn't say he was pleased with that situation, but dammit, his brat had to get off his high horse SOMEtime. The King just wished it was with a higher ranked Saiyan. However, if Kakarot and Vegeta were considered gods... He guessed a reassignment tournament was in order when Kakarot arrived. And the King would have his own brat fight him.

"And what were the other three great shames during that particular fight?" Kakarot had spared the Prince's life, what else could have been as humiliating as that?

Trunks winced but well, he'd expected the question. So he kept up his cuddling behavior and kept his voice pitched as low as possible as he said them, "First........ He lost his tail, not to Goku but to a human."

"Second, he almost died at the hands of a human, that's where Goku's mercy saved him."

Trunks hesitated at the last part, but nuzzled closer and admitted in his lowest whisper yet, "and then Prince Vegeta had to go crawling back to Freeza for medical treatment, without his team and without completing the mission he'd demanded and gotten for clearing Earth."

From what he understood of Saiyans, the tail loss just barely upped that last shame simply because of how tightly tails were tied to the Saiyan identity. But it was still a close shave.

King Vegeta slowly closed his eyes and counted to ten. To lose a tail, and to an insignificantly low powered species... That must've been a real blow to Vegeta's pride. Vegeta didn't just get off his high horse, he was utterly, irrevocably humiliated. It would've been best if the proud Prince was killed by the human rather than have his tail cut off by one and lived to tell the tale. He wasn't sure Kakarot showed him mercy, he humiliated Vegeta further by letting him live without a tail.

And Frieza. The King was certain the Icejin did not go easy on the Prince.

What the King didn't know was that Vegeta had to lower himself to the bottom of the barrel to get Frieza's permission to go to Earth, to supposedly purge it. After the Prince returned to Frieza's mother ship, battered and bruised and without Nappa, Frieza learned about the Dragon Balls through the recordings of Vegeta's scouter while the Prince was in a healing tank.

"Tell me, does Vegeta consider Kakarot as... An equal?"

Trunks hummed, considering those words. He answered rather truthfully, still keeping his voice low for now but not as quiet as before, "not when they first met. Back then, Goku was a target, someone to destroy to prove he was strong enough and to mend his wounded pride. And it.... Kept coming to that, again and again. But over time.... And I think partially because Goku was the only other full blooded Saiyan around..... Prince Vegeta changed his tune."

"Nowadays, I would comfortably say that they both consider each other rivals and equals, especially as Prince Vegeta has made it clear he wants to court Goku once that option is open."

He snuggled against the King's side for real, relaxing a bit as he soaked in the warmth of another's flesh against his own. A sigh escaped his lips slowly as Trunks had to face the fact that he'd allowed himself to be alone for far too long. Hell, no one else had shared his bed since he'd become part of the Time Patrol..... And his last boyfriend had just been a series of staggering disappointments that culminated in a nasty betrayal.

"My cub has done much changing. I fear I shall hardly recognize him." The King snaked an arm around Trunks' waist and pulled him closer. The time for talking was over, a fog of lust was quickly replacing it. King Vegeta had held off long enough to get this gorgeous creature underneath him.

"Trunks, I must have you." The older Saiyan attached his mouth to Trunks' neck and placed kisses across it. His other hand wandered over Trunks' chest and caressed every patch of skin he could touch.

"Shall you grant me this privilege?"

Trunks gasped at the kisses and leaned into them with an encouraging moan. His body quickly warmed and his cleaned scent filled the air, thick and sweet. His tail started to arch up, trying to encouragingly wrap around the arm groping his chest.

He moaned again before answering, nodding positively as he spoke eagerly, "yes, yes please!"

At the rate his body kept swinging between these reactions, Trunks was pretty sure he'd go crazy soon if he didn't get dicked.

King Vegeta groaned, sat cross legged, and pulled Trunks in to lie on his lap. He used his left arm to cradle Trunks' head while his right hand traveled lower and lower. His fingers played with the expanse of skin until they reached their destination. The King let himself go, self control no longer mattered here. His dick rised to the occasion and was now trapped between him and Trunks' back.

By now, the Saiyans around them could see AND smell the two royals, but they did not dare to interrupt them. There was a bold Saiyan who walked by and stood still in front of them, but one look at the King's snarling face, and the Saiyan decided his life was more valuable than to join on a royal romp.

King Vegeta's hand wrapped around Trunks' cock and gave it a few strokes, enjoying the little sounds the other made. His tail took over the pumping by encircling the shaft and the King's hand traveled lower, stopping until Trunks gave him the 'go ahead'. And also to tease him.

The rolling moan Trunks let out had to be illegal. His tail went up to press along his grandfather's side, having slid off his arm at being moved, and the tail gland was heavily soaked with oil, adding further to the thick scent already in the air. Trunks' head pressed backwards a bit but he didn't see anyone else, not even the bold one that tried to join in.

All that mattered right now to him was the hot cock against his back, the tail around his own cock, and that teasing hand that was dancing around his cunt. His own hands moved eagerly, one going down to cover his grandfather's hand between his legs while Trunks' other felt at his own chest, teasing his nipples and the surrounding flesh how he liked.

Meanwhile, the halfling's legs fell open as he pushed their joined hands down, a soft beg coming from his lips, "pleeeasseee...."

At his chest, a few drops of milk formed at one thoroughly teased nipple, adding another layer of scent to the heavy mixture already in the air.

A grin appeared on the King's face at Trunks' begging. This gem was a fine piece of work. The scents hitting him from all angles were intoxicating. He took them in and moaned. The bath was certainly a great idea, he could now smell TRUNKS, and not that strong cologne he wore, most likely to hide his smell, his identity.

He held his hand still, albeit Trunks' own hand trying to push him farther down. "Now, now, cub. I shall get there when I'm ready." The King grabbed the hand that was on top of his and brought it up to Trunks' chest, "play with yourself here. I would like to see your chest soaked with milk."

He then returned his hand just above his grandson's cunt, parting two fingers to glide across the sides, avoiding the entrance completely. The fingers teased him for a while, the King was enjoying the halfling's desperate reactions too much, then they dipped farther down and seeked out the boy's tail gland. Once he found the small bud, he used the oils there to rub circles around it, occasionally traveling down Trunks' tail gently.

Trunks let out a very needy whine but did as instructed, focusing one hand on each nipple and pectoral, massaging the skin as he liked and as he knew how to get milk out. Soon both nipples were dripping slowly with milk, rich and sweet smelling.

He whimpered in need again, trying to twist his hips to get some better contact to his cunt. But once the King touched the tail gland, Trunks had an odd reaction. He let out a whine that cut into a sharp yelp and his legs tried to close with his tail snapping back to try and press itself protectively between his legs, thwarted by the King's hand; yet at the same time, his nipples put out more milk and the tail gland oozed more oil.

A good and bad reaction all in one. Strange.

"Are you alright?" The King removed his hand, and a worried frown marred his sharp, handsome face. He knew that some Saiyans didn't like being touched on their tail gland, some out of protectiveness, others because they had a pearl forming inside that needed to be removed in order to enjoy any stimulation there, others because they had a past trauma...

Trunks just got his tail back, so that ruled out the pearl. He trusted the King enough to let him bathe Trunks and touch him all over, so that ruled out the protectiveness. Also, by the amount of milk that came out and the oil, Trunks' body had clearly enjoyed the touch. His mind, however, might be at war with this kind of stimulation.

That just left trauma.

"Tell me boy, have you been harmed in the past? Sexually harmed?"

Trunks covered his face with both his hands, his cheeks so red the King could almost feel the heat coming off of him. He mumbled something at first, then cleared his throat and lowered one hand to quietly admit, "I .... Didn't have the best of luck with partners..... Before..... Coming to Tik Tok."

He got even redder and sat up to quietly admit into the King's ear, "I.... I also didn't know.... A lot about tail care..... Until it became, um, really important just a week ago."

His blush stayed but he kept his shoulders squared and was willing to meet his grandfather's gaze even if his face was down. It seemed he was willing to talk about this, if asked appropriately.

King Vegeta caressed Trunks' face, "you are avoiding the question, love. I shall- Hear you out if you decide to confide more in me. I shall offer comfort." It was hard for the King to not just order his third circle to tell him what was the matter. In other cases, the King would lash out if others beat around the bush and avoided giving straightforward answers. But Trunks had a special place, in his heart and among the Saiyans. This boy was a gift from the Goddess. A promise that she still looked over the Saiyan race.

Also, the King knew there was more to Trunks than he let on. He would have to tread carefully to not scare the other off, and if that meant having to dig for answers, then so be it.

Trunks leaned into the gentle touch with a happy sound and admitted what was likely the least embarrassing first, "I.... Didn't know a lot about tail care. I've only had mine for four years. I mean, I looked up info but ....I didn't realize...."

He reddened again but went on, in a softer voice, "I.... Didn't..... Stimulate the gland enough. Or express it enough. Which, uh ever's the more proper word. I, um, wound up.... Popping out a, uh, pearl. Last week. It was tiny but it freaking hurt coming out. I, uh, guess part of my tail gland might still be a little tender...."

Then he sagged, seeming for the barest of moments incredibly tired and worn but squared himself up to keep going, meeting the King's eyes again as he admitted, "I had three human partners back on Earth, my time. It would have been four but she..... Well, she didn't take what I am very well."

Trunks paused, looking at the King to see if he wanted the younger to continue.

The King held his tongue, prompting Trunks to continue. The poor thing had to pop out a pearl even though he had his tail for such a short amount of time. By four years, King Vegeta was sure those were different measurements than four years on Vegetasei. Even so, having a tail for just four Vegetasei years was still an incredibly short amount of time to have a pearl form. Those usually happened with middle aged Saiyans. The boy must've been taking extra care to not care for his tail.

It made the King angry. Not at Trunks, but at the lack of help he had. Had Trunks been under King Vegeta's care, he would've been treated not unlike a deity.

The King silently vowed to take Trunks under his wing and never have him experience pain like the one he had. Tail gland pearls where a high price to pay for having a tail. He knew the pain first hand.



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