Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch of the Day ❯ Chapter 6

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

CATCH OF THE DAY

E.J.'s Note: The beginning and ending of this chapter are by me, but the middle was written by the evil muse herself, Larania Drake. Her sections are set of by ~*~*~*~

(E.J.)
Vegeta sat in the window seat of his room, gazing out blankly. His knees were pulled up and his tail hung down, lightly brushing the floor. He wore a gray, too large sweatshirt and a pair of pair of baggy black pants. It had been a month since he had gone into heat, and he still hadn't sorted out his feelings.
He was angry at Goku and Gohan, but not Goten. Before Goku had come back, the boy had been like a son to him. What had happened hadn't been his fault. He was just a boy. The other two should have had more control. It was like they had been the ones in heat, not him.
When he tried to think about the other two children, he felt an odd, numb sensation. He unconsciously slid his hand down to the swelling at his lower belly. Saiyan children developed a lot faster when they were carried by males. He only had three months to go.
Someone came into the room. Vegeta assumed it was Goten until a larger hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to see Goku gazing down at him.
"Did it hurt when you fell?" he asked softly.
"Huh?" Vegeta said, looking clueless.
"When you fell from heaven," Goku murmured dreamily.
"Um...When I died I went to Hell, remember?" Vegeta said, looking at him like he was insane.
"According to that movie, this was supposed to work," Goku muttered under his breath. Then he shrugged and pulled Vegeta up to his feet, kissing him.
Vegeta was too shocked to do anything at first. Then his instincts kicked in and he was kissing the taller Saiyan back. Imagines of the first and only time he had had sex with the man flashed through his mind. It was the first time he had ever been touched like that by another Saiyan. He hadn't wanted it, but it had felt wonderful.
He moaned softly as Goku grabbed his hips and pulled them forward. Suddenly an image of Bulma appeared in his mind, repeating what she had said in that dream the month before.
//You have to choose, Vegeta. You have to choose between lust and love.//
He tried to push away, but Goku growled at him, kissing him again.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Goku?!" Chi-Chi's voice yelled from the doorway, a frying pan clutched in her hands. Goten stood behind her, his eyes bright with anger. "Goten is the only one with permission to be in here, so get out! And I hope you're prepared to sleep on the couch tonight."
She dragged him out as Goten slipped into the room, the tall Saiyan complaining as his wife led him away.
Vegeta stared at the boy for a few minutes, his tail slowly swaying behind him. Then he turned away and went back to the window to gaze out at the full moon.
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Trunks shifted restlessly, kicking at the thin covers. He had started to sweat profusely- his mattress was damp, his boxers clinging to his skin- he could feel the chill of the air conditioner, but it did nothing to abate the furnace inside him.
He wasn't going to get any sleep like this… Getting up, he kicked more at his annoying blankets and sheets, and stumbled out, running his fingers through his wet and dripping hair.
Water, Trunks thought. Ice water. The image of it spurred him to the kitchen, where he thought he heard…
"Dad?" he asked, seeing his royal father rummaging through the refrigerator.
He was answered with a grunt, and a 'Hey, Trunks," from the other side of the kitchen.
"Hey, Goten," he said back looking at his best friend, who was getting out some plates.
Goten yawned. "Vegeta got hungry, so we came down for a snack. You want anything?" he asked, then squinted, looking at Trunks.
"You look like hell," he said bluntly.
"Thanks," Trunks remarked sarcastically. "I feel like it. Can I get to the ice dad? Or are you going to stand in front of the fridge all night?"
Vegeta pulled back and cocked an eyebrow. "What crawled your rear?" he asked mildly, instead of cuffing him like he might have. Pregnancy, unwanted though it was, had mellowed him considerably.
"Nothing," Trunks grumbled back, taking his dad's place in front of the fridge. He basked in the cool, pulled out a water pitcher, and drank directly from it.
Both Vegeta and Goten stared at Trunks as he gulped, the water running out the sides of his mouth and down his throat. They also jumped at the same time when Trunks slammed down the glass pitcher, and started looking around.
"Where is the Tylenol?" he muttered, and looked up at his father.
"Why? You have a cold headache?" Vegeta sneered, but reached for it anyway, and tossed it to him.
Catching it, Trunks answered, "No, my lower back is abs are killing me. This is the last time I let Goku use me as punching bag," He downed half the bottle with what remained of the water.
Goten walked over to him and snatched the bottle away. "You might be half Saiya-jin, but you don't need to taking THAT much," he told him, and sniffed snobbishly, trying to make a joke out of it.
Then he choked.
"Goten?" both father and son exclaimed, rushing over.
Goten's face seemed to fill with longing, then horror, and he yelped.
"NOT YOU TOO???"
"What?" Trunks and Vegeta said together, and looked at each other. Trunks backed away when Vegeta started to sniff the air, eyes wide with confusion.
"Damn it," Vegeta said in a low, intense voice. He glared at his son, while Trunks turned red under the scrutiny.
"Dad?" he asked, rubbing the sweat from his face.
Goten was trembling as he looked at Trunks. "No- Trunks, I'm sorry- I don't love you, I don't want you…" he mumbled over and over, and Trunks looked at him like he was crazy.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Trunks yelled, and Vegeta sighed, and said solemnly…
"You're in heat."
"Get out of here, Trunks," Goten snarled, still shaking, and he turned away to look at Vegeta, who was opening the door.
"Dad?" Trunks said in shock, looking back and forth, and gulped. "How- why?'
"Don't ask questions right now, just run," Vegeta shouted. Trunks said nothing else and obeyed, running outside like his life depended on it.
Goten stared helplessly at Vegeta.
"I don't want to Vegeta, I don't-please do something, knock me out!" he sobbed, and Vegeta glanced at the boy, whom he could tell was yearning to leave, to chase down Trunks and mate, the way they had a month ago.
"Why not?" Vegeta asked, confused. They turned, hearing Goku and Gohan pound down the stairs, the shouting having waked them up.
The two newcomers stopped as Trunks' rich scent hit them, frozen like deer in headlights. Blinking, and without a word, both of them ran, chasing the in heat Saiya-jin.
"I love you, Vegeta," Goten whispered. " I don't want Trunks." Closing his eyes, he powered down almost to nothing.
Vegeta looked at him in shock- then nodded. His fist swung-
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Trunks looked up at the full moon, and felt its singing in his blood. His veins ran with fire, and he turned, to see a brilliant red-violet tail behind him, whipping back and forth.
His cock was fully erect, weeping and painful- he needed to mate, and he needed it out- the moon's song compelled him to find others of his kind, and mate, and rut, and screw…
I don't want this! He yelled mentally, fighting the urges- and to an extent, succeeded.
"Score one for the human race," he croaked, and stumbled away.
The problem was that half-second pause gave Goku the chance to use his instantaneous movement.
"Bastard!" Trunks yelled, as Goku pounced, and grabbed his new tail. Wailing in pain, Trunks dropped to his knees panting. Goku smiled triumphantly, and began to stroke the soft fur. Shuddering and unable to move, Trunks heard the seams of his boxers being ripped from his body. Inside, he swore at himself, but his Saiyan half panted in anticipation.
WHAM!
Gohan had arrived, and kicked his father from Trunks' prone form. The father and son started to mercilessly pound each other, and Trunks crab walked away.
Goku and Gohan had started to fight each other without the least amount of mercy. Trunks watched in awe as they tore at each other- and he felt his body start to betray him again.
A winner was emerging- Gohan.
He sneered at Trunks, and tossed his father away. Trunks got up to run, only to be pinned by Gohan, the older man's hot breath in his face, then neck, as his lips devoured him hungrily. Trunks gasped at the feeling- and let out a strangled yell.
"…help…"
Then the world exploded with light.
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Trunks woke up sound of dripping water echoing in his ears. He felt like he had when his father got mad during a spar.
"Wha? What?" he croaked, and swallowed hard, his throat rasping as he breathed. Blinking several times, he looked around, seeing he was in a cave.
He managed to raise himself on his elbows, and noticed he was on some kind of wide pallet, covered in a white cloth, which helped his modesty.
"What the hell?" he mumbled, and heard water. Trying to get up to go to it, he hoped it would help the still raging heat.
"That's what I would like to know," spoke an almost familiar voice. Trunks thought he should know it, but…
Squinting, he saw a white turban and cloak billow out, announcing his host's presence.
"Piccolo?"
The green man paced out of the shadows to look at him critically.
"You look like hell, gaki," Piccolo told him, and smirked faintly. Crouching down, he handed him a water bottle and Trunks turned it up, emptying it quickly.
"Everyone has noticed," he choked, and wiped his mouth, looking at Piccolo tiredly. He was going to burn himself out soon, if his body didn't calm down soon.
"So, I heard Goku and Gohan fighting, and got there in time to see Gohan look like he was about to rape you- care to fill me in the rest?"
Trunks blinked, then shivered, Piccolo's deep, masculine voice having a shocking effect on him. He quickly turned away from the Namek so he wouldn't see the tent in the white cloth.
Too late.
"I take it has something to do with the fact that you smell incredibly like sex?" Piccolo asked dryly.
Gulping in embarrassment, Trunks told him what happened to his father.
"And, I guess its my turn," he muttered, pulling his knees to his chest, and accidentally brushing his erection, causing him to moan and arch involuntarily. Instinctively he tore off his covering, baring his nude body to Piccolo, who backed away.
Piccolo's brow furrowed. "If this is natural, why are you fighting it?" he asked confused.
"Because I've never been with anyone before, and I want it to be with someone I love!" he yelled, and fell backwards on the padding. Piccolo's eyebrow ridges were raised, nearly hitting his turban.
"And- the Son's all but raped Dad," he said, and buried his face in his hands. "He wanted Dad more than me…"
"Goten?" Piccolo deduced, and the flush on Trunks' face was answer enough.
Trunks jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he leaned into it, whimpering.
"Piccolo," Trunks whispered, looking into that barely known face, his eyes glazed. "Help me?"
Piccolo looked at him and picked him up, then deposited him in the stream inside the cave. Trunks shivered violently as he was immersed in the cold water, but it didn't seem to help.
Trunks looked up when he thought he heard Piccolo growling. "I should get the Sons… but he doesn't want to… and I don't want them to get into more trouble with their wives as it is… " Trunks heard him ponder, and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"What?" Piccolo half yelled, annoyed.
"Why are you helping me?" Trunks murmured, taking a deep breath, smelling the Namek, and groaning. He wasn't Saiyan… but- he was overwhelmingly-
His instincts screamed as he was put back on the pallet, and he grabbed Piccolo around the shoulders before he was laid completely down, and kissed him full on the mouth.
"Please, Piccolo," he whispered. He had fought the good fight, and couldn't fight his body. "If I leave here, they will get me, and I don't want to end up like my dad. You- I probably won't get pregnant with you… I'm begging you…"
Piccolo froze when Trunks kissed him.. He had never been kissed before…
"Trunks- I can't…"
"Please?"
Piccolo looked into his eyes, and saw desperation there. "Are you sure?"
Trunks swallowed and nodded.
Piccolo took a deep breath. "Fine, then." He leaned over to kiss him, and Trunks noted how awkward it was.
"Never… " he panted, "done… have you?"
Piccolo shook his head, and looked at him oddly, before running his fingers through Trunks soft purple hair.
"We can learn together," Trunks mumbled, sighing into the Namek's hesitant touch. He yanked at the sash around Piccolo's waist, ripping it free and tossing it aside. He chuckled weakly at the startled look on Piccolo's face.
"This is generally how sex works," Trunks said, and with a grunt, Piccolo removed his cloak and turban. Trunks sat back, watching, staring in a awe at the alien's body. He'd never noticed how gorgeous the man was before…
"Hurry," he gasped, and got up to help him remove what remained of his clothes.
The urgency that Piccolo heard in Trunks' voice had started to rub off on him, and his breath caught in his throat, feeling Trunks lips start to brush against his skin. He ran his fingertips over Trunks shoulders, admiring the solid, slender body, curiously caressing his peaked nipples. Trunks groaned and went limp, his tail thrashed wildly, as Piccolo had to catch as his knees gave out.
His traitorous tail threaded its way up between the green man's legs, to his groin, and caressed the manhood he found there. They both fell to the pallet with a thump, when Piccolo jumped at the feeling of his penis being encircled by the soft tail. He moaned, as they managed to land on their sides, and suddenly Trunks was all over him, his slick skin arousing the Namek further.
They rolled, loosing their awkwardness in passion, rolling left, then right until Trunks was on top again. He thrust his hips against Piccolo's and they yelled-
"I NEED you in me," hissed Trunks, seeing that Piccolo was ready, his member dripping precum. Piccolo didn't answer, just gulped and nodded.
Reaching behind himself, he fumbled for his anus, trying to prepare himself, when Piccolo saw what he was doing. He jerked as he slicked his fingers with his own precum, and pushed one of his thick fingers inside his soon to be lover, then another, and started to stretch him, feeling around.
Trunks howled as Piccolo hit his sweet spot- he couldn't wait any longer. Pulling Piccolo's fingers from his body, the half Saiyan impaled himself on Piccolo's cock and started to jerk up and down.
His lover arched up to meet him, and rolled them both again- before setting a slow pace.
Trunks whimpered, trying to speed things up, get them to go faster, but Piccolo refused to let him. He reached down to caress himself, but his hand was pulled away and kissed, before cool green lips and tongue were devouring his mouth.
"Uh- Hmm!"
"Ahhh-" Trunks hissed, his sweet spot being stroked, and then Piccolo was pumping his member, and he was coming- while Piccolo was still thrusting into him.
He recovered enough to see Piccolo's reaction- and gasped to see how open and vulnerable he looked at that moment…
He…I… he thought, at a loss for words- and when Piccolo climaxed, he yelled with him, shocked by what he felt, seeing the Namek's face flushed, pleasure filled face…
(E.J.) ...
Vegeta sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the unconscious boy lying there. //Why?// he wondered. //Why didn't he want to go after Trunks?//
Vegeta sighed and stood up, looking out the window. //Why did he say he loved me? He's just a kid. He can't be in love with me.// The dream words of Bulma came back to him.
//Why do I get the feeling that Goku wasn't the one she was talking about when she mentioned love?// He snorted at that thought. //Maybe because he hauled ass after Trunks without a second thought while Goten actually begged me to knock him out.//
Vegeta sighed again, gazing through the window at the full moon. He could easily keep himself from transforming, but the moon was still making him feel restless.
He left the room and went downstairs, where two very angry women were standing, glaring at the door.
"Hmmph. They won't be back for awhile," Vegeta said, crossing his arms.
Chi-Chi and Videl glared at him, Chi-Chi frowning as he headed for the front door. "Just where do you think you're going?"
"Out," he snapped.
"Oh no you're not."
"I'm not a child, woman, I don't need your permission to do anything," he snarled, going outside and slamming the door behind him. He wandered off into the forest connected
He leaned back against a tree, staring up at the sky. He started think about what Goten had said.
"Damn it, he's just a kid!" he snarled. Then he winced and rubbed his head. "I've got to chose one of them before the two partial bonds rip my mind apart. It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't fighting over me all of the time."
"Mmmm." a voice suddenly said from nearby. It sounded sympathetic and seemed to be agreeing with him.
Vegeta froze. He should have been angry, but he really needed someone to talk to. Someone who didn't know him.
"Maybe that's what's wrong with Kakarot. He's got a partial bond to that black haired shrew and a partial bond to me," he said, talking to the voice.
"Mmmrrmm," the voice said.
"I'm worried about Trunks, too. I don't which would be best, if Goku got him, or Gohan. He shouldn't even be in heat. It's recessive in half-breeds. My being in heat last month triggered it, so whatever happens is indirectly my fault."
He didn't know why he was talking to this strange person. It just felt right.
"Meow," the person said. Vegeta slowly looked up to see a small black kitten gazing down at him from a branch.
Vegeta sat down at the base of the tree, laughing softly. He'd been talking to a cat. The kitten leaped down from the tree and landed in his lap, purring. He scratched her ears, then moved her and stood up.
"You're a pretty good listener, but I've got to get going," he told her.
He started back towards Capsule Corp., the kitten following determinably behind. He glanced back at her, a small smile forming. She was small, dark, and tough. //Like me,// he thought. //If she can make it to Capsule Corp. with me, I'll let her stay.//
He kept his pace slow for himself, but still fast for a half-grown kitten, but she kept it up. He got to the house and walked in, the kitten following, her tail waving proudly behind her.
"What is that animal doing in here?" Chi-Chi asked from the couch where she and Videl where sitting. "I don't want that filthy thing in here."
Vegeta glared at her, scooping up the cat. "This is my house, woman," he hissed. "Not the boy's, and definitely not yours. Mine. The woman left it to me when she died."
Now that someone had tried to tell him that he couldn't, he really wanted to keep the cat. He walked past her and upstairs to his room. Goten had apparently woken up at one point and was curled up at the foot of the bed. Trunks had tried to get him to sleep in a guestroom, but the boy insisted on staying.
Vegeta dropped the kitten on the bed, looking down at her. "Kage-chan," he said softly. Little shadow. The kitten scampered over to where Goten was curled up and hoped onto his back, lying down in the exact same position he was in.
He clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing at the sight. Then he shook his head and yawned. Time to go to sleep.
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Goten woke up again some time later, feeling a small, warm weight on his back. He shifted a little and the kitten woke up, hoping down and going to curl up beside Vegeta.
Goten stared at the sleeping man, his eyes bright with lust. He was still under the effects of Trunks's scent. But Trunks wasn't available while the lovely creature that he really wanted was.
He crawled over to him, his hands and knees on either side of him as he looked down. He slowly lifted one hand and gently tilted Vegeta's head to the side, staring at his neck. He shuddered, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into his throat. He had wanted to do the same thing when he had mated with him, but Gohan had grabbed him before he could do it.
Vegeta shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back. Goten slowly leaned forward and kissed him softly. "I love you," he whispered. Then he forced himself to go back to the foot of the bed.