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He tried to hide himself with darkness, but Gohan saw him. He always saw through him. Down the bar he could see him staring at him with those self righteous eyes. Penetrating. He was always penetrating his thoughts. His heart. “This place is reserved for royalty only.”

Gohan smirked as he watched the prince from across the bar. Too many nights he had saw him here. He should be at the palace. Being groomed to be king. Trunks never did know how to do things the proper way. “You look like you could use some coffee..”

The prince snarled. “Fuck your coffee. Some of us can’t sit around and wait for results-“

“That is your job-“ Tanned fists slammed down on the bar top and the glass of brandy he's been nursing fell. For further measure he hit it again, this time cutting his hands on broken glass. “ How dare you tell me what my job is! I am your king!!”

Gohan smiled bitterly and tapped his breast plate to the frowning bartender. “Forgive me, Tuce. I think it is time to escort the king home for the night before his drunken stupor us caught by the tabloids again..”

The bartender turned his nose up but dared not to speak against it. With a lopsided grin the soldier advanced in the young king, chuckling as he dodged his staggered punches before picking him up bridal style and walking out. He stepped into the carriage conveniently placed directly at the door to ward off onlookers and tossed the drunk saiyan against the carriage cushions.

Trunks slid off the seat and lifted a middle finger up to him in before allowing his hands to go lax. Blue eyes gazed at the worn wood of the carriage wall with a dullness. “You know I watched my father slap her into this corner. She just laid there…cursing him..”

Gohan leaned back against the seat as the carriage took off and pulled a cigarette from his boot. He flicked it before lighting it with ki. Pale lips took a long drag and exhaled into the young king's flushed face. “Well… Queen Bulma always was a feisty woman. She has a mouth on her…”

Trunks waved the smoke away and glared at him. “I hate it when you smoke…”

The soldier smirked. “Yeah…I know.”

They made it to the castle without scandal, for which Trunks was grateful. Not that it really mattered. The whole planet had eyes on him. The new king. A drunk. A breeder. They all wanted a piece of him…his mother included.

He was helped up the stairs by Gohan, his first in command. He didn’t like that either. With a growl he snatched away and fell into a table in the hall. The vase occupying it fell and shattered into a million pieces. “You are a fucking mess…”

“I have the right!!” he screamed and tossed broken porcelain at the demi's face. Gohan dodged it and snorted. “This is clearly a temper tantrum-“

The door down the hall opened and the queen looked at them in disgust. “Drunk again I see…”

Trunks growled loudly and chucked the broken table at her only to be met by a slammed door. “SHUT UP, BITCH!!”

Gohan growled loudly and snatched the young king by his hair. “That is enough!!” He dragged the teen, disgust clear on his face as he kicked and screamed. This was not the demeanor of a king. Trunks bit him but the older saiyan just caught him by the throat and took him back down the stairs. Blue eyes pleaded. “No- Gohan wait!!”

“You want this, you are begging for it! Now you will get what you need to sober up!!” Attendants and guards didn’t try to help the flailing king as he was taken to the servants area and into the commander's room. Once there Gohan slammed the door and the king sobbed. “Please-“

“Shut up…you are a drunk…time to sober the fuck up…” He grabbed him by the wrist and kissed him roughly. It was all plums…berries. To Trunks he was bitter like the coffee imported from earth. Black…no sugar.

He sobbed into parted lips and royal robes were torn off of him till he was just Trunks and it was a strange encounter in some apartment on the broken side of West City. He didn’t have to think about the kingdom…his regrets…words that were sour to the taste. Gohan was far bitter. Far colder than the words he received from his father. Dull fingernails clawed his cheeks apart and left delicious welts across his skin. “Ugh yes!! P-Please!! I need it!!”

Gohan slammed the teen against and old writing desk by the wall and raised slick thighs over the edges. He could see it perfectly in this light…how spread he was for him…how puckered his need had grown since the last time he had to sober him up. He slapped a large hand over plumped cheeks and the king screamed. Loud enough for every soldier in these quarters to hear. “Then fucking say it!! Louder!! I want everyone in the palace to hear you!”

Trunks leaned into the worn wood. His stomach was queasy from drinking. In his mind he was tortured. Haunted.

“IF YOU LOVED HIM AT ALL YOU'D NEVER HAD MARRIED HER!!”

“FUCK ME PLEASE!! I NEED IT-I NEED IT!!”

The black haired saiyan growled loudly as he snapped his armor off and tugged his cock from his tights. Without warning he lined his arousal to the king's entrance and forced inside his tightness violently. Trunks choked back a scream. Once. Twice. Three times. Clawed down the old table as it knocked against the wall. He felt the soldier jab into his mating basin and screamed brokenly in pleasure. Pain. He was flipped over and tears spilled from his lashes as he was penetrated again.

Gohan's cock thumped into his nerves without mercy. Breaking him. Making him over. He was always hot. Hot inside. Like coffee. Burning away his grace. His pleasure pitched and fear rested in his belly. “NO-PLEASE- YOU CAN’T-I’LL SCREAM-“

The older demi smirked as he gripped long lavender hair and kneeled into the table top for greater leverage. With tanned legs over his shoulders he pounded his ache with every inch of his cock. Harder. Deeper. Till his sac slapped deftly against sweat clad cheeks and the king of Vegetasei was clawing his back and screaming bloody murder. “YOU ARE ALREADY SCREAMING!! LOUDER SO ALL MY MEN CAN HEAR YOU!!”

Trunks wailed as his thighs stretched wider and his body began spasming around hard saiyan cock. He sobbed for release was imminent. He grasped for flesh to hide himself for he knew the sound of boots approached. He pleaded to the goddess for shelter. He begged for forgiveness, but the door flew open and soldiers once again bore witness to his nailed frame as he arched and tensed in vicious quakes of passion. He felt their mockery as Gohan plunged into his gushing entrance and closed his eyes as he felt seed spill out from their union in heavy gobs to the table alit by candle light.

Coffee was bitter.

One of the soldiers smirked at his twitching opening, clearly amused that he could watch him being breeded in a commoners room. How predictable. How insulting. Even after he forbade them from coming. The soldiers had to “come at the first sign of the king's distress”. He was more than distressed. They understood little. “Your highness is everything alright…”

Tears fell down the sides of his face as the king replied quietly. “Everything is fine…as you were…”

“Yes your majesty.”

***

The next morning the king walked in shame from the soldiers quarters in the light of day. Head held low, he instead followed the shape of velvet carpet as he made it to the steps and up to his rooms. He should be used to it by now.

It was not the first time he had gotten drunk and not the first time commander Gohan had offered him coffee to sober up. It was not the first time he had heard laughter at his state of dress or his smell of rutting or saw disgust in servants eyes. He had seen it since his father left. Since he had forced him to leave.

One of his attendants found him resting limply at the staircase and took his arm. “My king I have prepared a bath…”

His second in command was waiting at the door when he arrived. “Lieutenant Goten…you are up with the fishes.”

Goten smiled. “You know how much I love breakfast! I have news..”

“Come.“ They walked in and Goten frowned at the scratches and bruises as the older demi shed his garments. “We have tracked King Vegeta heading west in direction to Earth as you assumed. Our scouts will be on them in no time. “

Trunks hissed as he sat in the water and waved for the servant to leave. Once she left he frowned. “And who did you send to bring them back, Goten? The only ones who are strong enough to subdue our fathers is us. I’m caged here and Gohan is preventing you from leaving too.”

Goten sat near the tub and leaned into the wall. “I sent uncle Radditz…he is the only one strong enough besides us. Look…Trunks…about you…you and Gohan…”

Blue eyes rolled. “Goten…don’t. That's none of your business-“

“I am your best friend and that is my brother! It is my business. You are not even trying Trunks. I want you to be happy, but you need to try-“

“This place meant everything to my father…and I made him leave. I did that. I don’t deserve.. if Gohan cared about our relationship…he would go find my father so he can be king.”

They sat in silence for a long time before the younger teen sighed. “Do you know why I came here…why I left Trunks on Earth and came here with you? You know me and Trunks are…were…together.”

Vegetasei had made Goten bitter too. He was tea…just barely mixed with cream. He was so happy once. So sweet. Blue eyes looked down at the bath water and watched the small ripples distort his bruises. He felt murky like that. Guilty. “I’m sorry, Goten…”

Goten snorted. “I don’t want an apology! I want you to accept your position. This is your life now! Vegeta and my dad…they are gone-“

The young king's anger boiled and his ki heated the bath. “I want your report before dinner time!!”

The black haired teen frowned and stood before bowing. “Yes your highness…”

He took leave.

***

Son Gohan hissed as he rubbed his shoulder. Under his armor were deep scratches from his night with his stubborn King. He would keep those scars as reminders. Trunks was always cold…it came from the pain and loss. The fights with the Androids…the hunger. He never forgot that. He was an outsider…a nomad.

Gohan had always tried to help him. Give him a fresh start…but the struggle to survive had shaped him. When New Vegetasei was located 5 years ago, he had prayed it would be the very thing to give Trunks hope.

Now 6 years later, he realized Trunks couldn’t change. Vegeta understood that too. The fight about his father was just a stepping stone to force Trunks to live. With a worn sigh the commander flicked his cigarette and walked back inside to the council room.

Inside the council members glared at him and cursed them both in saiyanes and Trunks just sipped his coffee. ‘Still sobering up I see…’

One of the council members, Elery, barely contained his anger as he spoke. “Commander Gohan…is there any word from the ship trailing King Vegeta and Kakkarot...”

“Lord Vegeta and Kakkarot made a decision to go back to Earth as ambassadors. They will remain stationed there for the foreseeable future. There is..no reason to track them.”

Another councilman growled. “Saiyan tradition demands a fight to the death in order to usurp the throne! Prince Trunks cannot…”

Dark eyes narrowed. “That is King Trunks…do not forget your place, Lord Inni. I serve the crown. Any disrespect towards King Trunks will be taken as a personal assault on my life and I will act accordingly. “

Trunks sighed. “Gohan…”

“Drink your coffee your highness…”

“I don’t want to be...

“This relationship you have is preposterous!! A breeder, a half blood! Unmated and rutting with another half blood?!”

“You sully the house of Kuni with your watered down blood-“

“You are not fit to be king-“

Gohan powered up to Super Saiyan and the council grew frightened. He snarled. “Get. Out.”

The men fled leaving Trunks sitting at the table pulling at his hair. “What do you not understand…help me make you understand Gohan…”

Gohan sat next to him and took his hand in his own. From the balcony, the sunrise was unfolding over the tops of ridges. Cascading and sparking light on the sides of buildings. Beyond was a lilac sky. How beautiful. This place suited Trunks. “I was surprised when you came for me…you know that? I saw my life flash before my eyes. The Androids were tough…I was sure I was going to die….then out of nowhere…you came…you were older…sadder than I remembered you. You saved me. Saved our planet.”

Trunks felt his eyes grow wet and hid his face in with his hair. “Going back to get you caused an imbalance in the timeline…made this place appear…”

Gohan smiled. “Do you regret it..coming back for me…”

The young king looked up and his tears fell down his cheeks. “I don’t..but this place is a prison Gohan…”

The older demi pursed his lips and ruffled his students hair. “Man…you really are a handful. You stress me out kid. Isn’t this what you wanted? To go somewhere new with me? To decide how your life will be..this is not a prison. Just because Supreme Kai said you are responsible for Vegetasei does not mean you need to die on your guilt. “

Trunks felt defeated by his sadness. Even with Gohan at his side. He wept and the soldier scooped him close to his breast and stroked his hair. Against his armor the king whispered. “I don’t want to be king…”

Gohan lifted his chin and stroked his tears away with his thumb. He really was a mess. “Do you want us? Do you want to bond…have kids…do you want to be able to support those children here as Vegeta did for you..we can not change who we are Trunks. You were a prince…you have given Vegeta the courage to live the life he wants with my dad on Earth..now you are king. Deal with that..and drink your coffee before it gets cold.”

He left him there. Trunks stared out at the ever shifting sky of thus strange world, and wished he were back on Earth.

***

The night life appealed to his instincts. Liquor helped him forget the bloodshed he witnessed, so once they returned to the past, he went out a lot. Gohan was still recovering from battle and from shock. The things he had to do to ensure Gohan lived was costly, but he knew without a doubt he had to do it. After the battle with Black and learning of the rings, Trunks quickly went to work. Undoing and reshaping things that took years to do. He destroyed lives and resurrected foes to get to him.

On the final jump he saw it. Gohan in golden light. He quickly took him before he was hurt. Stole him from his younger self and killed the Androids and the thing that would become Cell. When they returned Supreme Kai was waiting on him. He had committed a grave offense he said. Destroyed the balance of time. For the moment he was confined to Earth.

He preferred Brandy. Not for the taste, but because it always reminded him of a girl he'd date. It sounded pretty. Soft. He drank often. So often Goten and Trunks stopped hanging out with him. Not that he minded. They had changed too. They were kids before he left but now they were a little younger than him. Between them he could see happiness. The kind he wanted to share with Gohan. In his younger self's eyes he saw love. A free spirit. He couldn’t look at him.

Gohan found him on the unsavory side of West city and took him to his temporary apartment. He would offer him coffee and he would drink it all. Coffee was bitter. Sobering. Gohan would make love to him…but it was always a bit painful as if he was punishing him for coming back for him. After he would sit in bed and smoke because the shock of their changes would make his hands shake. That was sobering.

They did that for months before they were told of Vegetasei and before he was forced to go there. Even before he knew he was fucked up.

Now the young king wished for those more silent times. If he had known he would be here now, he would have said more to Gohan. Done more. More than drink coffee. More than feel guilty for saving him and changing everyone’s lives. From his large bed he stared at the doorway and waited for her to come in. He knew her energy like he knew his own heart beat.

The door opened, and in she came. She looked angry. She always looked angry. “Good morning…”

Bulma frowned at him as she pulled lightly at her robes. They were red and the bodice was made out of armor. It suited her disposition. She was his mother after all. She had a darkness to her. A sadness. “Is it? You have been in bed all day, Trunks. Your servant Urnip told me you’ve been throwing up. Come to the lab and get in the healing tank. There are things you need to do…I made some plans for a new railway and-“

Trunks just stared at her sideways from his pillows, a limp hand dangling from the bed. “Why are you here…”

The scientist blushed darkly at his indignant response. “I just told you, its time to get up-“

“No…I mean why are you here..why did you come here with me and leave your son on earth…”

At this she smiled sadly and looked down. “I came here because you need me…and he does not. I raised Trunks to be self reliant. You Mirai…you still need me. Ill be in the lab waiting…”

He watched her go and the thumping in his gut increased. He was weak.

***

Gohan stood at the council chamber door with trepidation. The king had arranged a meeting with the council after the fiasco just days prior. He wasn’t sure what he would say or do…whether he would need to intervene. At times he had felt maybe he had trained Trunks too hard…had hurt his fragile self esteem. He didn’t regret their relationship but he did regret the grief it had caused.

As he watched the old saiyans walk in he felt their judgement at his discipline of the king. How he was sure they spoke often of his shaming of the teen and how they wished him dead. Goten took step beside him and smiled. “Something good is happening…”

Down the hall came the king, dressed in his ceremonial robes. His guards looked at them with malcontent but Trunks…he was different. Gohan was taken aback by the steel in his eyes. The fire. Who was this…

Trunks never looked anyone in the eye…Trunks never burned with such…defiance.

Lavender hair tussled as the teen stopped before them and Goten bowed with a sly smirk. Gohan bowed with less grace. “Y-Your majesty..”

Trunks looked down at him. “Both of you…come inside. “

They followed and the door closed. Inside the council member stood with baited breath as the king sat down. Once seated they followed, and Trunks raised a hand. “I have brought you here to discuss the situation before us. I will admit…I have not treated my new position with respect. I am a young king, and many things have happened for us to sit here today. I apologize for my rudeness and blatant disrespect for the title I hold. I hope in time you all can forgive me, and teach me how to lead with grace and honor. That being said, the matter of the former King, King Vegeta must be addressed. My father has given up his title to me in favor of living a normal life with the one named Kakkarot. I will respect his wishes. The ship following them will be called back immediately.”

The entire room began to chatter but Trunks cleared his throat. “I am not finished. I am here by removing commander Gohan of his rank and giving his position to lieutenant Goten. Goten will hold the post unless he wishes to return to Earth. If that is his decision..the post will go to officer Radditz upon his return. Lord Gohan will give up his title so that we may properly perform the bonding rites ritual and become mates…that is…unless he does not accept my challenge…” Blue eyes looked up into chocolate and found them shining. Glowing. Gohan bowed with a hand on his chest and tapped his breast plate. “Id be honored, your highness…”

Elery frowned. “My king, any cub born between you two would be weak. There are plenty natural saiyans who could give you an heir-“

“I have chosen. Our relationship is not secret. Do you think I allow him to fuck me because I was bored? I am his. I belong to him and no one else. I will not accept another suitor. Is that understood?” He said it calmly, but Gohan could see it. Trunks was glowing. It was beautiful. “Make preparations with Queen Bulma on the Earth mating ritual called a wedding. We will be having one soon and you all should invite your clans to bear witness. That is all.”

The men left quickly, so rushed to spread the news on their heathen king and his disrespect. Trunks didn’t care anymore. Once they left he stood up and Gohan rushed to him. “Trunks-“

“I’m pregnant.” Tanned cheeks reddened and soft tears fell from his eyes. Gohan whispered. “What…”

“I’m pregnant Gohan…we..we are having a baby..” He was scooped up and kissed. Caressed…and that made more tears. More of his heart to ache. Gohan picked him up and laid him against the long table as if he was the most delicate porcelain. Kissed his cheeks. His throat. Pulled at the ties and snaps holding his robes and sobbed against his bare stomach. Trunks could feel his radiance flowing over his skin. Feel how satisfied his teacher felt. How pleased he was as he peeled his tights down and suckled his arousal.

The more needy desire to encompass his being was written in the desperate thrusts the older demi made inside him, but this time he was not bitter. Gohan was sweet..heavy. He allowed him to hide his pleasure in the juncture of his throat. Hushed him because this was a secret between them.

This moment. Their bodies rocked together with the coiling of their tension until the older demi lifted his head upwards and gasped his name in the cool morning air. “Ah-ahh..T-Trunks..y-yess…”

“Gohanngh-“ He felt him hit the center of his being and push hot release into him deeply and they fell back on the cool table. Tanned fingers shakily ran through black spikes and for the first time, Trunks felt a future on the horizon. Acceptance reaped rewards.

***

The night was cooler than usual when they made it back from the hunt. Gohan felt nervous as they found themselves trodding down the golden streets near the palace. Trunks was quiet through out the ritual. Compliant. It was against his nature to not be defiant. The older warrior watched him stare off through the windows before he allowed his concern to get the better of him. “Trunks-“

Trunks hummed to himself then purred as if his mind wasn’t far away. He turned his gaze to him and it was clear he felt it too. Nervous excitement. Arousal. Distractions were hard to come by at the present moment when they were minutes away from bonding. The king's eyes lidded and he crudely massaged his arousal through red tights. “That nasty shit that priest gave us is really working..I’m hard as fuck…”

Gohan smirked. “Your mouth is really dirty kid..”

Trunks smirked back at him. “Is it..maybe if you stop sticking your dick in it, I could keep it clean…”

The older saiyan blushed darkly and looked away. “You really know how to make a guy feel special…”

“Just easing the tension…I..I’m on fire…”

His intended smirked and massaged over his wedding band. “Me too…”

The carriage stopped and a soldier held out a hand at the door. Trunks grinned and lifted his robes before stepping out. Gohan followed. A crowd had gathered, but they made it inside the palace without incident. Servants bowed and took them to the prepared chamber where they were disrobed of their ceremonial garments and left with ritual cloth.

Trunks tied his hair up before kneeling at Gohan's feet. “Gohan, son of Bardock…I submit to you…you have beaten me in combat and are fit to dominate my body as you have dominated my spirit…”

A servant helped him stand and then kneel into the bedding where his robe was untied from the back leaving his form bare. Gohan blushed at their audience and the servant who untied his robe and peeled them from his arms. He knelt down behind the king and place a hand at his back. “Trunks, son of Vegeta…I am honoring your submission by claiming you this night..I have beaten you in combat and so it is my duty to care for your body and your spirit..” He gripped his manhood and pressed against his entrance, watching as it sank into molten heat.

Trunks bit down on the ritual cloth as custom to bear with pain and pleasure within, and closed his eyes less he show his passion to their witnesses. He felt his lover take him much harder than normal and wished he could tell him how good it felt. Hands gripped his hips and slammed him back against the slid hard manhood without rhythm. Without ease. Every thrust was more intense than the last. Every jab into his canal stretched open his mating basin and hit the mound of his pleasure.

He felt his body pulled up and he gritted his teeth as he felt his throat being clamped onto viciously. Tears refused to stay at bay. He came all over the bedding and fell back into large arms. In his ear he could hear Gohan growling loudly and he whimpered. “G-Gohan…Gohan that’s enough…it..it hurts-“

The servants bowed out. “It is time, your highness. We will take our leave..”

Trunks blushed. “What? Wait-“ As soon as they left Gohan stopped growling and began rolling his hips into his shaking form. Grinding. Pulsing. Cuming and spreading his thighs wider as he hit that spot over and over. Hands grasped his cock and stroked him out as he was fucked deeply. He shut his eyes and whined. “Oh shit- Gohan!! Ugh- damn it that feels so good!-Wait-“

Gohan purred as he pushed tanned hips into his lap, eyes tinted red. He lapped the blood from the teen's neck and circled his hips into his slickness. ‘So good Trunks…mine…mine and its so tight…so wet…mine and its running down your thighs…more..more of it…deeper…’

Trunks grew afraid as he heard him in his mind and dropped to the bedding in attempts to get away. His hips were raised up and several hard thrusts made him claw at the furs and spread his thighs wider in utter pleasure. The slickness of their union made such sounds that the young king buried his head in the furs as he sobbed in rapture. “YES!! HOLY FUCK- RIGHT THERE!!”

Gohan growled in agreement as he turned him to the side and hammered his trembling canal harder. He slammed into his desire so hard they slipped across the furs and onto the cold stone and his new mate came, screaming his name. He pulled away and purred at the sight of his release dribbling from that clenching opening. “More…”

The young king crawled over to his smirking lover and settled against him, eyes lidded, body quaking. He latched against his throat and moaned as he felt him come at their closeness. Fingers gripped hair. Sweat clad skin. Lips kissed freckles and hips moved in unison as they basked in their bond.

Only when the morning light crept across the castle did their passion begin to ebb. Trunks cursed against pale pecks as he was lifted over hard saiyan dominance. Panting. Shaking. Gohan whispered harshly. 'Fuck…Trunks…I’m coming-‘

Mentally the king agreed as he tried to keep the rhythm of his stroking in time with his lover’s exhausted thrusts. ‘M-Me too…Gohan…Gohan come inside me-‘

Gohan gasped and curled upwards as he shook violently and milked his arousal with his lover's body. He clenched his teeth as he felt the teen spasm around his sore cock and bare down till he could do nothing more than whimper his name. “F-Fuck Trunks-so tight-“

They collapsed back to the floor and panted. Trunks groaned as his lover’s manhood sprang out from his heat and smacked wetly over his backside. “Damn it Gohan…get a muzzle on your dog…”

Gohan laughed. “It's not my fault it wont go soft, but I’m too tired to do that again. Safe to say he is down for the count for now. “

A servant came in and bowed. “Forgive me your highness…do you wish for your drink now…”

Trunks nodded but fell asleep before the coffee got there.