Who's the Daddy?
by Plum Kouki     More by this Writer
For the past few months, Chichi has been noticing her three boys glaring and snarling at each other for an unknown reason. She suspects it has to do with Trunks' constant visits to the family home, although she doesn't know the exact reason why. Meanwhile, Vegeta finds out of his only son's constant trysts with the Son family men, and of his pregnancy...in which he doesn't know who is his baby's father. It's going to be a messy situation in which Goku, Gohan and Goten are about to kill each other over who might be the father of Trunks' baby...and his eventual mate.

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Male Pregnancy



Confronted by the Parents
Even after she was long split from Goku, the two of them had agreed to still stay together inside the house for Goten’s sake. Sure, the boy was already nearing his eighteen years of age, and therefore wouldn’t be needing the two of them, but…

Maybe it was that living here in the mountains had grown on her a bit. It wasn’t going to be easy, parting from the familiar surroundings and going to live with her new boyfriend. He seemed like a good man, with much more brains than Goku ever had, and just as sweet as he usually was. Although she hadn’t been seeing much of that lately, since the dining room was always filled with the sounds of low growling.

It was extremely weird.

Normally, Chichi would see her three boys talking to each other or stuffing their mouths full of the dinner she made them. And while their eating habits were per usual, she never heard them speaking anymore. Only growling and even outright snarling at times.

It was like they were like outright beasts. And it only really happened when they were gathered together at dinner. Otherwise, the three of them would go out of their way to avoid each other afterwards.

Not to mention that they were nearly always a hair-breath away from going into a no-holds-barred fight. Eyes were narrowed dangerously, teeth were bared or clenched, and one or two of them would sniff lightly in the air before growling again and going back to eating again. It was frankly concerning.

And she suspected that it was because of the Briefs boy’s constant appearances around the house. Chichi had assumed that he was visiting Goten as per usual, as she witnessed him going inside Goten’s room a few times, but then she also saw him around Gohan. And Goku. And not to mention, whenever he entered Goten’s room, she always heard a thud on the floor before some strange noises would erupt from it…

She should advise Goten and Trunks to not be so loud inside the house. It was getting discracting, and she was meaning to talk about those incidents with him. You know, as soon as she could cope with the fact that her youngest boy was growing up far too quickly.

But that still didn’t bring the question of why she caught him around her eldest and her ex-husband. It could be because he maybe was getting a little training in whenever possible, or maybe even tutored by Gohan in some subjects, but he almost always came out so disheveled. Even with a slight limp at times as well.

(There was the little voice at the back of her head telling her that Trunks was having trysts with Gohan and Goku behind Goten’s back, but she chose to ignore it. He was far too young for any of those two men to profess an interest in him. Not to mention that both Bulma and Vegeta would kill Goku for even daring to touch their child. And she wasn’t going to get involved with the worst bit of Vegeta’s anger.)

Chichi couldn’t help but feel jealous for that matter. Sure, like she said before, she and Goku amicably split up a year back. She had a boyfriend, and Goku was focusing all his energy into getting even stronger than before. But Trunks was always lurking around the property in search of either of the three, and she feared that he was the reason why her boys turned into such beasts.

Speaking of which, was that Trunks sneaking out of one of their bedrooms?

A flash of lavender could be seen as a figure went to the front door, silently opened it, closed and left. She noted that his hair looked a touch disheveled, and it seemed like Goku, Gohan and Goten noticed as well. Their eyes narrowed at the figure leaving, before Gohan and Goku immediately turned towards Goten. The youngest boy had an uncharacteristic smug smirk on his face, and looked towards the other two with fearlessness written across his expression.

“He was here the entire time?” Gohan hissed.

“I tired him out last night,” he answered, “I’d let him sleep in for a while before he had to leave.” His grin grew larger, and remarked, “What? Never had that happen to you before, Gohan? Or you, Dad?”

And Chichi had to leave. She wasn’t getting involved into this mess, and she certainly wasn’t going to be in the middle of a potential fight. She took their plates and left the dining room, where she could hear even more growling and harsh whispers as she went into the kitchen. Afterwards, it was off to see Victor and hopefully far away from the drama going down at home.

-

He knew his stupid habits would catch up to him.

If there was one thing his father had explicitly warned him about, was the fact that he could catch a kid from all of his escapades involving the three Son men. And he in fact did, although not in the conventional way.

For three years, he had to bear the pain of his biannual heats, although it had lessened a little thanks to the alpha-scented clothing he was given. They understood that he was a little too shy in inviting them to any of his heats (and for good reason, because whoever he invited would inevitably be his mate and father of his said children). But now…

Now he fucked up. He somehow managed to conceive outside of one, and he had no idea on who the father was. And worst yet, Goten noticed it last night, commenting on his sudden change of scent.

“You smell weird again,” he said, after they were done with the act in question. “But it’s not like you’re in pre-heat, more like…” he trailed off, “...um. You no longer smell like strawberries anymore. It’s changed to a sort of milk and honey scent.”

His eyes widened at the sudden comment. Luckily, he was laying on his side with his back towards Goten that the other didn’t notice the sudden alarmed expression. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. You need to check on your father with that, Trunks. I think you might be sick.” Goten grew worried for his best friend/sort of boyfriend, but the other waved his hand in dismissal. “It’s fine,” he responded, “I’m pretty sure that it has nothing to do with sickness.” He then rolled over onto his other side, and grinned towards Goten.

“Wanna start a round two?”

And then it evolved to rounds three, four, five...and the subject was dropped. Goten didn’t talk about it later on that night or even the next morning, when he left him there in bed to sleep in. Of course, he couldn’t even go to sleep as he had to immediately rush towards the bathroom to vomit just after the last person had used it. Then, it was figuring out how to leave without either of the Sons realizing that he was in the house, and well…

He spectacularly failed at that.

He heard Gohan harshly whisper towards Goten about his sudden appearance, and he knew that he started a fight right then and there.

After flying home and plopping into his bed for a nice rest, Trunks immediately groaned with annoyance when his father walked inside.

“So now you decide to come home,” he remarked, “Who pinned you against the wall this time? Gohan? Kakarot 2.0?”

“It’s none of your business, Dad…” Trunks moaned, his voice slightly muffled by the fluffy white pillow.

The two of them were very aware of Trunks’ sudden promiscuous habits.

Vegeta grew disgruntled when Trunks began entering his first heat, resigning to the fact the royal line was now reduced to nothing more than a pair of betas. He also grew even more disgruntled and mildly curious whenever Trunks came in with the scent of Kakarot’s youngest brat clinging to his skin. And oddly enough, also with the scent of Kakarot’s eldest brat.

He didn’t mention it then, letting Trunks do whatever he wanted, but he knew he had to address it once he smelt Kakarot’s pine and vanilla scent cling onto Trunks’ skin. (Because his son most definitely didn’t need to have any business going with Kakarot, mind you, no matter if he had feelings for the buffoon or not)

Anyway, so his son was making a disgrace of both himself and his royal bloodline. He was playing a dangerous game of going back and forth between two alphas (and family, at that) that could end up with someone killed and taking the beta inciting it as a prize. And as much as he held Kakarot’s two brats around the same level as he held their father, he rather not have their already meager numbers dwindle even more.

And although Vegeta hadn’t voiced it yet, he definitely noticed the honey and milk scent that his son was starting to emit. Pregnancy. His son, his one and only child and heir to the throne...was pregnant with the child of a man who never deserved to have his claws sunk into him. And it was all his fault, for not nipping it in the bud when he could, as well as Trunks’, for daring to assume that his trysts outside of his heats wouldn’t ever get him pregnant.

There was always a chance a beta could get pregnant outside of a heat if they were active enough.

And worse yet, the ever growing tension between those three buffoons would grow even more heated with the arrival of the child. Vegeta was sure that Trunks had no clue on who was the father. Someone was going to end up splattered on the ground thanks to his whorish son.

“Congratulations,” he spat out, “Who’s the father?”

“What are you talking about?”

Great, even his father had noticed. Trunks couldn’t help but bury his head even more onto the pillow. He looked at his father with the corner of his eye, and a clear distaste was written clearly in Vegeta’s expression.

“Don’t play dumb with me, boy,” he hissed, “You’ve probably been fucking around with them so much that even you aren’t sure of who the father is. Don’t think I’ve haven’t noticed you coming in with the stench of Kakarot’s brats, or of Kakarot himself clinging onto your skin.”

Trunks sat up. “And how would you know?” he challenged.

“Your usual strawberry scent is gone, and is replaced with that weird milk and honey smell,” he answered, “And I’ve been smelling hints of apple and cinnamon, maple and cedar, and that weird combination of pine and vanilla from you, Trunks. That’s Kakarot 2.0’s, Gohan’s and Kakarot’s scents in order, and no shower is going to hide the fact that you’ve just had sex with them.”

He narrowed his eyes further. “So who is it, huh? Which one has the unfortunate fate of being the father?”

Trunks’ face paled. His father knew. His father knew everything! He was playing dumb the entire time he tried to keep hidden his relationships from him. He gritted his teeth, and immediately got off from the bed.

“Okay, so I did sleep with all three of them,” he confessed, “And you know what, I liked it. I liked it so very much that I couldn’t stop going between the three, and I’m now fucking addicted to having sex with them. And guess what?” He smirked and added, “Goku’s a far better lover than you could’ve ever imagined. It’s too bad that I got there first, Dad.”

Vegeta smacked the boy across the face.

“Good for you,” he responded after seeing Trunks wince from the hit, “You’ve managed to become an even bigger disgrace than I’ve imagined. Now sit your ass down, and I’ll try to explain just what you’re going up against.”

Blue eyes glared over towards their dark counterparts, but Trunks still sat on the edge of his bed.

“You’ve got three people involved on what could easily be one of the worst royal scandals to happen on Vegetasei if our planet was not destroyed,” Vegeta explained, “But since this isn’t Vegetasei, I’d advise you to tell them.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Your choice,” he responded, “You can try to hide the pregnancy, but that means that you can’t go on your usual trysts. No begging for sex to any of them, because they will notice your sudden change of scent and they will come to me to ask why you’re suddenly smelling like that.”

Trunks grew irritated. “And you’re just going to betray me like that?”

“I’m not going to lie to them,” Vegeta responded, “How they react to the news is your problem. You can tell them and then have sex, not tell them and stay here for the duration of the next five months, or not tell them and have them scream at you. Your choice, Trunks.”

“Fine. What else?”

“Since the honey scent comes in at around the two month mark,” Vegeta advised, “You’ve got five more months of this. Saiyan pregnancies take a lot less time than your usual human one.”

“Right…”

“And you can’t get rid of it. For one, your beta instincts won’t allow you to, not unless the fetus is malformed or something. If you do manage to go past your instincts, cutting that brat out of you will lead to both your deaths. Not to mention that Saiyan brats, no matter how much Saiyan percentage they have in their blood, are ridiculously stubborn. The brat will become a parasite in the Otherworld, and the two of you will never part again unless he or she is born in the Living World.”

Trunks opened his mouth again. “What if-”

“And before you get the idea,” Vegeta cut him off, “You will not try to hide your pregnancy and give the child away before the fathers realize it. For one, your kid’s going to be easy to find, no thanks to their parentage. And second of all, your instincts won’t allow you to. I know, because I’ve tried it with you, and a beta is never willing to part from their children, whether they sire or bear it.”

Trunks raised an eyebrow. “You’ve tried abandoning me?”

“I fucked off to space throughout the entire pregnancy,” Vegeta responded, “But that isn’t important. What’s important is that after that brat is born, you two going to attached to the hip. You’re not going to allow anybody but your mate near that baby, and since you have no mate…”

“I’m going to be like Chichi when Goten was younger,” Trunks snarked, “Gotcha. So what do I do?”

“Tell your three lovers that you’re pregnant, and make sure that the three aren’t killing each other,” Vegeta stressed, “Your mere presence calms them down, oddly enough. Make them focused on you the entire pregnancy, and after the cub is born, you four figure it out.”

“So I have to move in with them?”

“If it will keep them from mauling each other, do it. At least for the duration of the five months or until you finally decide in taking a mate.”

Vegeta turned away from Trunks, and walked towards the door of his bedroom. “Also, tell your mother before telling the baby daddies. I don’t think that she’ll be too happy being told last.” His hand wrapped around the doorknob, and left, leaving Trunks alone again. An ‘oh shit’ expression formed on Trunks’ face, and the teenage boy couldn’t help but sink his face into his hands and groan in annoyance.

-

Bulma, unlike Vegeta, didn’t take the news as calmly as he did.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE PREGNANT?!”

Vegeta had taken the time to explain the intricacies of Saiyan biology to her when Trunks was barely a year old. It was a little hard to cope with the fact that both Vegeta and their son also could get pregnant, but she had taken the news relatively well. After all, like many of their close friends, she’d assumed that Trunks and Goten would get together, and hopefully provide her a cute grandchild with their respective Saiyan dynamics.

Trunks flinched as his mother yelled at him. His father was nearby, leaning against the wall with arms crossed and a smug little grin on his place. He was taking way too much evil pleasure from this situation, and it was starting to piss Trunks off. Why was he even there, pretending like they didn’t have their earlier conversation?

"Uh...didn't Dad tell you that he and I could-"

"Yes, I'm aware of that!" Bulma exclaimed. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "But I thought you would be more careful about that, Trunks!"

"Tch. The boy has been doing the complete opposite of that," Vegeta piped up from the back, "He's been going back and forth between three men."

Trunks glared over to his father. “I don’t need you to be answering for me, Dad!”

Bulma looked towards Vegeta in shock, before turning towards Trunks in anger. "Since when have I raised you to be like this?!" she yelled, making Trunks flinch again from the sound, "Who are they?!"

Vegeta opened his mouth again, before Trunks beat him to the punch. “Goten, Gohan and Kakarot.”

Bulma was completely horrified by his answer. Goten was expected, seeing that the two had spent a great amount of time together. Gohan, while a little unconventional, was at least a good man. She noticed he pined after Mirai when he was younger, and so when Trunks grew up, of course he was going to see the similarities between Mirai and the present Trunks…

But Goku? Her best friend?

She didn’t want to know why her son even decided to go after the much older man. And much less the reasons why Goku even agreed to sleep with Trunks. Didn’t he have enough sense to reject Trunks? Why did he ever decide that having sex with Trunks was ever a good idea?

Her hands began to shake. Her eyes widened in horror at Trunks’ answer, her skin paled, and she tried her hardest to process the information. When did her sweet little boy turn into the sex fiend he admitted himself to be? Was it when he entered his Saiyan puberty three years earlier, when he began crying out in both pain and need during his first heat? Or much later, when she caught him pressed up against Goten that day when the younger was going through his first rut?

Who knows. But all she knew was that she was never going to forgive Goku for sleeping with Trunks. The man was 30 years older than him, had known him since he was a baby, and yet he still had sex with him. Her terrified expression morphed into a horrifying expression rivaling his father's.

“I don’t care what reasons he had,” she gritted out, “But why did Goku, of all people, have sex with you?”

"I asked for it!" Trunks tried reassuring her, in defense of the man, "It wasn't his fault! You can get mad at me all you want, but it wasn’t Goku’s fault! It only happened a few months ago!”

"You're barely 19 years old," Bulma stressed, "And he's in his late forties. He should know better than to sleep with someone he's known since infancy, no matter if you’re prepositioning him or not!"

"I am an adult!"

"You can't even drink legally!" she argued, "Much less have sex with a man thirty years older than you! You’re still a child in my eyes, and now there's a chance that you might carry his baby inside of you. What will you do then?"

"I..." Trunks started, before slumping down in defeat, "I don't know. I really don't know-"

But despite the earlier screaming, Bulma felt immensely bad for Trunks. She saw a little bit of herself in him, being pregnant and without any knowledge of the father.

"That's what you get for being a slut, boy."

Bulma snapped towards Vegeta. “Don’t call him that!”

Vegeta looked over to the blue haired woman. “Then what else do you call someone like him, woman? The boy has chosen to sleep around with three men.”

“Okay, okay! So I’m a slut. So what?!” Trunks yelled, near tears, “It’s my fault that this entire thing even happened in the first place!” He turned his back on both his parents, and marched himself out of the living room. Bulma looked at him with a slight pitying expression, before turning towards Vegeta.

There was nothing between them, apart from that one night that conceived Trunks. They were merely just a pair of people working together to raise their only child, and that was it. There was a time where Bulma felt something for Vegeta, before she noticed how the shorter man pined for her childhood friend. However, with the recent news...

Bulma’s hands were on her hips and a scowl marred her face. “How long have you known that Goku was having an affair with Trunks?"

"A few weeks ago,” Vegeta responded, “Kakarot has a distinct scent of pine and vanilla. I’d thought that he was around the house a lot more often than usual, until I noticed that the scent was mixed with Trunks’ usual strawberry scent.”

Bulma raised an eyebrow. “Trunks has a strawberry scent?”

“Always had it,” Vegeta responded, “It just became more noticeable and sweeter when he fully became a beta.”

“And what’s yours?” Bulma asked in curiosity.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Spicy. Kakarot once described it as ‘ginger and nutmeg’.”

“And what does Goku’s smell clinging onto Trunks’ have to do with you finding out that the two were having sex?”

“When you smell someone else on a person,” Vegeta explained, “You can immediately tell that the two have had sex. A shower can dampen the smell, but those with strong noses could tell either away. It usually fades after a few days, unless the two are fucking regularly.”

Bulma paled. “So the two-”

“Yes, they have been going at it for a while,” Vegeta admitted, “And not to mention Trunks smells like a mess. I can hardly tell apart his own scent from the three alphas he regularly sleeps with.”

"And you didn't confront Goku over this?! Vegeta, the man was sick enough to have sex with Trunks!" Bulma yelled, "Was this the reason why he split up with Chichi?! So he can keep having his sick affair with my baby boy?!"

"I didn't," Vegeta answered, “Because if I did, you weaklings would be short of your supposed strongest fighter. Also, the two have been going at it way after Kakarot and the harpy split.”

“He was using my son as a rebound?!”

Vegeta shrugged his arms. “Or Trunks took advantage of his sudden single status. Who knows.” There was a sudden far away look in his eyes. “I actually feel kind of hurt by this.”

Bulma softened. “You were really holding a torch to him, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know whether to kill Kakarot for leading me on or for sleeping with my son,” Vegeta answered truthfully, “My beta wants to tear him from piece to piece. I'm not sure if I can see the clown again without blasting him directly to Hell because of what he did with Trunks."

Even as if he wasn’t the one who gave birth to Trunks, some of his maternal instincts still surfaced when dealing with him. His beta was screaming at him to go after who he perceived as a threat to his child, but Vegeta managed to keep him down. It certainly was easier without his tail.

"Are Gohan and Goten aware of this?" she asked, "I can't imagine how they feel..."

“Oh, they’re all aware of this,” Vegeta responded, “And angry about it as well. But not in the way you’d think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kakarot, Kakarot 2.0 and Gohan are all fighting each other to claim the boy as a mate. Alphas don’t take kindly to the idea of sharing their mate with others, so when a beta whores around with others, the alphas involved will fight to the death. Last man standing gets the beta.”

“Fight to the death?! Vegeta, they’re family!”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. “That notion has been destroyed the moment that they smelt Trunks on each other or the other’s scents on him. Their alpha instincts won’t allow them to put up with that kind of crap.” He got off from the wall, and began walking out of the living room. “I advised him to keep them from killing each other.”

“You’d think that he could do that?”

Vegeta nodded. “Alphas always trip over themselves when their chosen beta is nearby. His presence will be enough to calm them down.”

Bulma’s eye began to twitch. “And you want Trunks to live with them for the pregnancy?”

“If possible, yes. He has three alphas. They can take care of him well.”

Bulma gritted her teeth. “I’m not allowing him to go near Goku anymore. That man doesn’t deserve to touch him like that ever again!”

“Good luck achieving that,” Vegeta responded, “Once they all find out, they’re never letting him go again.”

It was only a matter of preparing themselves for the next five months. The drama surrounding Trunks and the Son men was going to blow up out of proportion, and everybody else was merely spectators. The shitshow had begun, and the only thing they could do was move their asses from the epicenter of it.



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