The Stages of a Claim
by Embarassedbutkinky     More by this Writer
On Trunks' sixteenth birthday an instinct is triggered in his brain. He suddenly becomes obsessed with his best friend, and refuses to let anyone else near him. In the aftermath of the claim both families will have to get used to the new couple pushed together by friendship and biology, and there are other surprises they don't yet know about half Saiyans.

is is my first lemon ever, and to be honest its essentially porn with some scattered plot and fluff. Obviously very cannon divergent, and not a lot of drama to it because dammit sometimes you just want plot-driven smut.

Warning: They are underage at the start of this fic and there will be consensual underage canoodling.
Male Pregnancy



Chapter 1: Stage One
It started off, innocently enough, on Trunks’ sixteenth birthday. He'd insisted for weeks that he was definitely too old for birthday parties, and for once Bulma let him have his way. With Bra well into the terrible twos she'd been exhausted lately, and not having to make a big spectacle of a birthday suited her just fine this year. His seventeenth though, she warned him, was going to be twice as elaborate as she'd planned to make up for it. He'd begrudgingly accepted the consequence, glad to have one year of peace.

Still, he wasn't getting off scot-free. She'd insisted they do something for the day, and of course given the chance he'd jumped at the opportunity to go play games with Goten. That satisfied her mom-guilt, and she got the added bonus of sitting around with Chichi and getting to show off her toddling daughter.

That was how she found herself drinking her third glass of tea, sitting across the table from the Ox Princess as they gossiped pleasantly on Mt.Pauzo. Bra sat in a high chair at her side, digging into a bowl of dry cereal the way only a half Saiyan child could.

They had slipped into a bit of a sparring match. It wasn't physical, not like their husbands were probably off entertaining themselves with. They had more sophisticated ways to compete.

“Did you know they have Pan studying the alphabet already?” Chichi offered with a look of feigned indifference. “I suppose as long as they're smart enough, there's no use in holding a child back based on age alone.”

Bulma took the jab in stride with her own smile. “Aw, three, I remember that age. I think that's how old Trunk's was when he built his first robot. It was just a silly little thing out of semi finished parts I had laying around of course. Nothing like the ones he built by middle school. How is Goten doing in math this year by the way?”

Chichi winced, temporarily staggered by the move, but regained composure quickly. “Gee, I wonder what grade he technically is in? He jumps through the homeschool books so quickly and sporadically it's hard to keep track sometimes. Of course I completely understand not everyone can spend the time to personally teach their children, I'm sure more traditional schooling has...its own merits.”

They heard a tussling sound coming from Goten's room, followed by loud arguing about something. Both women turned from their joust to shoot warning looks down the hall.

“Goten, you play politely or the game console goes to Grandpa's and stays there!” Chichi called.

“Trunks keeps cheating! He's taking the controller!” the teen called back. There was the sound of more roughhousing.

“Trunks don't make me come in there!” Bulma warned. Bra gave a loud screech for emphasis and the house was quiet again.

“Anyway,” Bulma said, straightening her spine again, “Bra has been working on her letters also. She can recognize her name.”

“Wow. All three letters?” Chichi asked, fluttering her eyes.

“Has P-A-N managed to do that yet?” She asked, emphasizing the letters. “I mean it's completely understandable if she hasn't--”

“Mom!” Goten called again. “Trunks won't stop--”

“I swear to the gods, Goten, it goes straight to the castle tonight, I'll have your father fly it there if you--”

“Mom, help. Ow!” he called.

The two women glanced at each other and were down the hall immediately, all thoughts of their argument forgotten as they ran toward their sons.

They weren't sure exactly what they expected to find but...this was different. The first thing they noticed was that both teens had gone Super Saiyan, and most of the room was a disaster. There's been some kind of fight, and it looked like Goten had lost. Trunks had the younger boy in a fierce headlock from behind, one hand wrapped tightly in his hair to stop him from moving. His other arm was wrapped firmly around Goten's middle, making escape impossible. And Trunks was biting sharply into Goten's bare shoulder.

“Mom, he won't stop! Trunks! Knock it off, that hurts!” Goten whined.

“Trunks!” Bulma gasped, shocked and then angry in seconds. “You let go of him right now!”

It wasn't so much that her son seemed to be ignoring her, it was that he acted as though he hadn't even noticed she was there at all. His attention was entirely focused on Goten, and a slow sinking feeling began to appear in Bulma's chest.

Chichi was the first one to grab them and Bulma didn't blame her, it was her son being hurt after all. Still, something was wrong here, and she knew it. Besides that, neither of them were normal children as it was. “Chichi wait, I don't think you should--”

The woman laid one hand her son and one on Trunks' and tried in vain to push them apart. Trunks turned his eyes from Goten and Bulma gasped. His pupils we're not the sweet baby blue she was used to, or even the strange color she was used to seeing when he went Super Saiyan. They'd turned a deep onyx, the same color as Vegeta’s.

All it took was a flick of Trunks’ wrist to send Chichi flying backwards. The poor brunette hit the back wall of the room hard enough to send plaster falling from the ceiling and Bulma grimaced, silently thankful that years of living with Goku had made the woman so resilient.

They heard the front door open and Bulma dared to hope to see Goku and Vegeta returning from their sparring session, but instead they heard a different voice call from the front room. “Mom? I've brought Pan to see Bra,” he called. “What was that loud bang?”

“Gohan!” Both women cried out together.

The young father was faster than their eyes. Suddenly he stood in front of them, setting Pan into Bulma's arms as he powered up instantly. He took in the odd scene as he helped Chichi to her feet gently.

“Trunks did this?” Gohan asked, somewhere between angry and confused.

“He's not himself, don't hurt him,” Bulma said, uncertain she was right.

“Goten, are you okay?” Gohan asked, his hair going a bright blonde as golden light surrounded him. “I mean, can you breathe?”

Goten grumbled angrily. “Yeah, I can breathe, it just hurts.”

Trunks’ head snapped up from Goten as if seeing Gohan for the first time. With his mouth pulled back they could see sharp canines where regular teeth had been before. Trunks looked angry, angrier than his mother had ever seen him. Rage poured out of his glowering snarl, again reminding her so much of her husband that it startled her. A low rumbling came from deep in Trunks’ throat as Gohan took a step forward. His grip on his friend tightened and he took a step back and uttered the first word they'd gotten out of him since the ordeal began.

“No.” It tore from Trunks’ throat in a clear warning. His eyes were fixed on Gohan challengingly, unblinkingly.

“Trunks it's me, Gohan,” the older half Saiyan said softly. He approached very slowly, like he was trying to steal a piece of meat from a hungry dog. “You know me. You're hurting Goten, and you're scaring our mothers. Can you understand me, Trunks? I need to know you're with us. Can you say your mother's name if you understand?”

“Mine.” That same deep growl roared out with no recognition.

Gohan inched a little closer and seemed to cross some kind of line. Trunks released his death grip and spun Goten around so that Trunks’ body was firmly placed between the brothers. He took a defensive stance and energy crackled along his hands.

“Gohan, back away!” Chichi warned.

The young man was smart enough to do that already. After he'd taken a few steps away and lowered his hands the energy seemed to stop crackling and Trunks’ stance returned from homicidal to merely threatening. Goten seemed to contemplate trying to run, but that idea was quickly squashed when Trunks took hold of his shoulders and middle again, not biting this time, just holding him too tightly for comfort. “My Goten.” Trunks rumbled.

A tense moment passed, with no one really sure what to do. Goten eyed his best friend warily, then decided the best idea was their old standby. “Hey Trunks, you hungry?”

Trunks’ pose did not change, but he did seem to be contemplating the idea of food. Chichi jumped at the chance, nodding nervously. “Good idea, Goten, I'll grab some food and we'll all just calm down.”

Trunks didn't budge, but he wasn't arguing, so they took that as a good sign. Chichi ran to the kitchen and Bulma leaned in to whisper to Gohan. “Find Goku and Vegeta and get them back here as fast as you can, we'll keep an eye on them.”

“Do you think they'll know what's going on? Like, is this a Saiyan thing?”

“Even if they don't, we're going to need help pulling Goten free.”

Gohan just nodded, gently squeezing Pan's foot in a parting gesture before he was gone.

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It was never hard for Gohan to find the two Saiyan's, especially when they were sparring. Neither liked to lose, and they knew how durable their opponent was, so the two we're often fighting at full power before long. Just follow the two terrifying power levels and ta-da, there were his father and the prince.

Their arena appeared to be an empty island, a pretty small one considering the power of the two. As Gohan came closer Goku waved up at him. “Hey Gohan! Wanna join? Only rule is no flying, and if you touch the water you lose.”

He didn't bother landing. He just yelled down, “Mom and Bulma are in trouble.”

Goku didn't wait for an explanation. His fingers reached his temple and he was gone in an instant. Gohan took off back toward home, knowing Vegeta was following close behind. The older man caught up to him, a familiar look of angry determination on his face.

“What's the enemy? Machine? Alien? I assume if it were human you wouldn't waste our time.”

Gohan frowned awkwardly. “Its, uh, Trunks.”

The scowl faltered. “I thought it was Bulma and Chichi who needed us.”

“It is. Trunks is the danger. He's freaking out, Vegeta. He's growling and snarling, he threw Mom against a wall!”

“That does not sound like him,” Vegeta said slowly.

“I know, but I saw him. I can't tell if Goten is really in danger or not, but he won't let him go.”

Shock crossed Vegeta's features. “Did he bite the boy?”

Gohan was a little thrown off by the intensity of the question. “Uh, yes. Really hard, on the neck.”

“Son of a bitch!” Vegeta spat, managing to fly just a little bit faster.

At top speed it did not take long to reach home. They found the others still standing worriedly outside of Goten's room. Goku stood sentry at the open door, ready for if the situation escalated. They peeked in the room and sure enough both teens were still inside. They sat on the floor, Goten between Trunks' legs, munching contentedly on a large pile of fruit. Trunks still had one arm firmly around Goten's middle while he ate, occasionally throwing warning glances up at the group. The spot on Goten's neck was beginning to bruise, the sharp teeth marks still clearly visible. Still, the younger teen seemed much less nervous about his predicament now that he wasn't in pain, and he'd powered down and relaxed.

Goku dropped his voice low enough that he knew Trunks wouldn't hear it. “Something's up with Trunks, Vegeta. If you can somehow get behind them and grab him, I'll pull Goten free and then help you pin him.”

“Great way to get us all killed,” Vegeta said, shaking his head.

Goku huffed. “I know he's pretty strong, Vegeta, but--”

“He's stronger right now. Stronger than either of us. Maybe not more than both of us, but there's no way we're getting Goten out by force without injury to one of them.”

Bulma growled at her husband, her hands going instinctively to her hips. “Do you know something about this?”

“I know enough,” he admitted. “Enough to know force is the wrong move right now.”

“What's happening?” Chichi demanded.

Vegeta waved her off. “You want to free your son? Then everyone be silent. Gohan and Kakarot, back away from the room, you're too close and he sees you as a threat, he can't differentiate Goten's family from challengers in this state. I just hope he recognizes me.”

They did as he'd said and the prince crept slowly towards the teenagers. Trunks dropped the apple in his hand and locked both arms around his friend, he wasn't growling at his father, but he still looked nervous. He let out a stunted grunt of, “My Goten.”

Vegeta held his empty hands up in front of him and bowed low. “Congratulations, Prince Trunks, on your successful claim. You successfully kept away all those who would challenge you, and your mark is clear for all to see. You are completely victorious.”

Trunks blinked slowly and his teeth seemed to recede a little. Goten twisted around to touch his friends shoulder nervously. “Are you okay, Trunks?”

“Your Goten is worried,” Vegeta said, forcing out the first word. “Staying in this state for too long is dangerous, and he wants you to calm down so you are safe. Isn't that right, Goten?” Vegeta asked leadingly, nodding at Goten.

“Uh, yeah,” the boy agreed confusedly.

Trunks blinked slowly again, his grip slacking a little.

“Your claim is valid and safe, and everyone agrees that Goten belongs to you,” Vegeta waited a long moment before turning to the crowd behind him and clearing his throat. “Right? Everyone respects his claim, right?”

They nodded in confusion, some weak murmurers of agreement tumbling out.

Dark, dark eyes turned lighter. The blonde mane faded to lavender and Trunks let his death grip on his friend release. He let out a large yawn, and with only a moment to look around at the frightened faces of his family and friends, quickly fell backwards and was asleep in seconds.

Goten hopped up and stretched, wincing when he felt the growing bruise along his collarbone. Chichi was on him in an instant, checking him for other injuries and fussing over the mark. “Come on, Mom, I'm fine. It wasn't that bad,” he grumbled, suddenly much less willing to be helped now that his brother and father could see him. “Trunks wouldn't really hurt me.”

Chichi glared down at Trunks while his parents gently sat him up. “Whatever it was, I'm just glad it's over,” she huffed.

Vegeta snorted. “Nothing's over, you silly woman. I freed your son, I can't undo what's been done.”

“What's happening?” Bulma insisted, holding her unconscious son tightly.

He grimaced. “Let's put him on the bed. I'll try to explain.”

Trunks was asleep in Goten's room and the younger teen had insisted on staying to watch over him. That was just fine with the adults who wanted an idea of what was going on before they had to deal with either of the two. They sat around the table, waiting for Vegeta to explain what he knew, and Bulma was getting impatient.

“Well?” She snapped. “Do you know what's wrong with my baby or not?”

“I'm trying,” he snapped back. “It's...difficult to explain in human terms.”

“So it's a Saiyan thing?” Gohan asked. “I've never done anything like that before.”

“Not exactly Saiyan, it only ever affects Saiyan royalty, and not all of them. Specifically someone with royal blood. I never had it happen myself, but they prepared me just in case. I never dreamed a half human could...I would have been more watchful if I knew it was possible, but there's no turning back now. The best human terms I can think of is that Trunks has...imprinted on Goten.”

“Imprinted?” Gohan asked. “Like ducks on their mother? Is that why he was so protective of him?”

Vegeta shrugged. “Hard to translate. I'll explain the way my father did to me. It is of vital importance that once a royal family takes charge of the Saiyans, they keep that power by producing strong heirs. Having one, lifelong mate is the preferred method, because they can produce many legitimate heirs in case some die in service to the planet. However, a true Saiyan Prince would be too busy training and defeating enemies during his youth to seek out a future mate. If one is chosen hastily it could be disastrous, they could be weak and make sickly children.

“Over the centuries in which house Vegeta ruled our planet, those in the royal family developed an instinct, one tied intimately to our Oozaru transformation. Once they reached the end of puberty, it was possible for them to...imprint intensely on one strong Saiyan, usually one they had a fondness for beforehand. The warrior in question would suddenly become the most important thing in the universe to them, their sole reason for existing. The two would be united in a ceremony, and now there was a guarantee that the line would continue.”

“You mean like instant love?” Bulma said with a small smile. “Aw, that's kind of sweet.”

Vegeta scoffed. “Of course not, Saiyans weren't interested in such trivial matters, it was just an intense survival instinct. Love is a human concept.”

“That's not what you said last night.”

Vegeta's cheeks tinted slightly. “Would you focus on the problem at hand, Woman?! This is serious.”

Chichi had gone pale. “You're saying that Trunks wants to imprint on my Baby Boy? Absolutely not, no way. He's just a child! You'll just have to take him home and have him pick someone else.”

“He doesn't want to do anything, it's all automatic and it already happened. I might have been able to stop it if I'd been in the room when the instinct was triggered, but he's already staked his claim,” he gestured to his shoulder. “That bite he put on the boy will never heal completely, and it locks them permanently into a soulbond. The first stage is already over. He found his mate, marked him, and then went to full power to defend him from anyone who would challenge his right to keep him.”

“Goten's a boy,” Goku said, scratching his head.

“Great observation, Kakarot, glad you're contributing to the conversation,” Vegeta spat.

“But I mean, if this instinct is supposed to help make healthy kids, then a boy picking another boy doesn't work, right?”

Vegeta shifted uncomfortably. “It's different for Saiyans. Still possible.”

Gohan blanched. “ Do you mean Saiyan males can...can I get pregnant?! You didn't think to warn me about that?”

Vegeta shrugged. “You married a woman, it doesn't seem relevant.”

“You said the first stage is over,” Bulma said. “What's next? How do we stop it?”

“It can't be stopped, but if we play it carefully we can avoid either of them dying or going insane.”

“Dying?!” They shouted.

“Keep it down, let the boy sleep! Yes, if not handled properly the stress could build until it kills one of them. There's no jumping over this. The second stage… things get trickier, they would be simple on Vegetasei. By the laws of the planet, Goten…” he shifted uncomfortably, “Goten is now Trunks’ property. The boy would be brought to the palace immediately and given to him without question.”

Chichi crossed her arms, standing firmly. “Well we're not on Vegetasei, and my Baby isn't going anywhere.”

Vegeta's fist clenched on the table. “Obviously things will have to be done a little differently, but the basic stages must remain the same. We can try to separate them tonight and see if it is too painful for them. Perhaps being part human may weaken the bond, let's just pretend everything's normal and see what happens...but to be clear, there is only one way this can all end. The two of them are fated to stay together for the rest of their lives. No amount of human meddling will be able to stop that.”



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