Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Catch of the Day ❯ Chapter 7

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CATCH OF THE DAY: Chapter Seven


Trunks slowly swam towards wakefulness, aware of nothing but being surrounded by a gentle warmth. He sighed and snuggled up against it, his eyes snapping open as memory suddenly came flooding back.
He had gone into heat, Goku and Gohan chasing him. //Goten didn't want me,// he thought with a soft whimper. //He wanted Dad, not me.//
Then Piccolo had found him and he was currently cuddled up against him, the Namek's strong arms wrapped around him possessively. He suddenly felt warm lips pressed to his own.
"You need to be getting home Trunks," Piccolo said softly, pulling them both into a sitting position. "He'd never admit it, but I'm sure your father is worried about you."
"Yeah, I guess I should go," Trunks mumbled, his cheeks pink with a slight blush. He felt like a schoolboy talking to his first crush. Piccolo gently stroked his hair, then leaned in to kiss him again.
"You better get going, kid," he said, releasing him.
Trunks nodded, swallowing. He slowly stood up and got dressed, his eyes never leaving Piccolo's large, beautiful form. "I...I'll see you later," he murmured. Then he headed for home.
...

Vegeta was curled up in the window seat again, staring outside and wondering when Trunks would get back home. He had managed to get Goten out of the house by asking him to go get some cat food.
//I wonder which one managed to catch Trunks. If it was Kakarot, then there's no chance of him bonding with him, but he'd probably be better off with Gohan.//
He squinted as he saw a lone figure flying towards Capsule Corp. It seemed to be Gohan. Then he gave a startled yelp as someone grabbed him and set him down on his feet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he snarled, glaring up at Goku. //Damn instant transmission move.// "You ran off after Trunks quick enough, why don't you bother him instead?"
Goku didn't answer. He just pulled Vegeta against him and leaned down to kiss him. His hand slid down to the base of the smaller Saiyan's tail and gently gripped it, stroking the soft fur.
Vegeta moaned softly, instinctively returning the kiss. Goku scooped him up and put him down on the bed, ending up with his knees and hands on either side of the small Saiyan. He lowered his head to kiss him again, one hand slipping between Vegeta's legs to caress his groin.
//Maybe...maybe I should pick him after all,// he thought disjointedly, his mind being affected by hormones. Goku broke off the kiss and tilted Vegeta's head to the side, preparing to mark him as his.
Then he yipped as a small weight leaped on his back, tiny, sharp fangs sinking painfully into his flesh as Kage-chan bite his rear. He cursed and jerked back, the kitten falling to the floor with a perfect landing.
Goku got to his feet, growling, and stalked toward Kage-chan. He reached down for her, fully intending to kill her. Someone grabbed his wrist.
"Leave her alone, Kakarot," Vegeta hissed, glaring at him.
Goku snarled incoherently, ripping his wrist from Vegeta's grasp and clamping it down on his shoulder. His other hand swung up, connecting with the side of Vegeta's face with a loud crack. Then he flung the stunned Saiyan against the wall.
Vegeta slid down to the floor, blood streaking from where he had hit his head. A nasty bruise was already forming on his left cheek. Goku stared at him hungrily, still under the effects of Trunks's scent and even more aroused by the sudden smell of blood.
//He can't complain or fight me too much while he's unconscious,// Goku thought, moving towards him. He gave a startled yowl as Kage nipped at his ankle, hissing angrily.
He blinked, suddenly coming back to himself. A look of sick horror and guilt crossed his features. //What have I done?// he thought, glancing down at Vegeta's still form. He whimpered softly and ran from the room, unable to come to terms with his erratic behavior.
...

Kage-chan worriedly licked at one of her new pet's hands. She had felt sorry for the poor little pregnant stray and had taken her in. Unfortunately, she seemed to have a tom after her. Kage was just a kitten, but she knew about toms. They were aggressive and cruel.
The Big Tom wanted to mate with her Little One. She had managed to stop him this time, but she didn't think she could do it again. Hopefully the Big Kitten would return soon. He also wanted to mate with the Little One, but he wasn't aggressive about it like the Big Tom. She would allow him near her Little One.
Her pet was already carrying a kitten, she didn't see why these strange males kept wanting to mate with her right now. Kage gave up trying to figure them out and decided to groom.
...

"Ooooohhh." Vegeta slowly opened his eyes, wondering what had hit him. //That would have been Kakarot,// he reminded himself. He sat up, wincing. The right side of his head hurt where it had slammed into the wall and his left cheek hurt where Goku had hit him.
"That bastard is so dead when my power level goes back to normal," he muttered.
"No, he's dead now!" a voice snarled from the doorway. Goten stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with rage and his breathing harsh. "I'm going to kill him."
"Don't. You. Dare," Vegeta growled. "I'm not some pathetic weakling, I can fight my own battles. And Kakarot will pay, I assure you."
Vegeta stood up, instantly regretting it as a wave of dizziness washed through him. Then Goten was there, steadying him. "Are you okay?" the half-breed asked.
"Room started spinning," Vegeta mumbled, talking suddenly seeming like a major effort. Goten swore softly and sat him down on the bed.
"I think you have a mild concussion. Stay here," Goten said right before leaving the room.
He came back a minute later with bandages and an ice pack. He wrapped a bandage around Vegeta's head and gently pressed the ice pack against the vivid, violet-blue bruise on his cheek. A fresh surge of anger flooded through him as Vegeta flinched away from the pack.
//How can you claim to love him, Dad?// Goten thought angrily. //You don't do this to someone you love.//
"How's the baby? Dad didn't manage to hurt her did he?" Goten asked, tensing with fear.
"No. She's fine."
Goten sighed in relief.
Vegeta turned and blinked at him, his eyes unfocused. "You kissed me last night," he mumbled. Then he frowned. "No. That was a dream, wasn't it?"
He looked at Goten in confusion. The boy swallowed. "Ummm..."
"Doesn't matter," Vegeta whispered.
Goten gasped softly as Vegeta curled up in his lap, his arms going around his neck and his face pressed to his shoulder. He slid his tail around Goten's waist, starting to purr.
Goten swallowed again, hesitantly sliding his hands under Vegeta's shirt and rubbing his back. Vegeta sighed and leaned against him more, purring even louder. He shifted a little so that they were lying down on their sides, the Saiyan prince cuddled in his arms.
He kept one hand gently stroking Vegeta's back, and snaked the other around to his font. The tip of his finger lightly traced the horizontal line of red, irritated skin going across the top of Vegeta's lower belly. It would eventually form a sort of pouch opening.
//That's a good thing,// he thought, shuddering slightly. //I'd hate to think how painful it'd be if Saiyan babies came out the way they went in.//
Vegeta gazed at him with half-lidded eyes. He lifted his head towards Goten's like he was about to kiss him. Then he jerked upright as a familiar ki suddenly came near Capsule Corp.
...

Trunks landed near the door, wondering why he felt so weak. He shrugged it off and went into the house. Gohan and Goku were sitting in the living room, both of them looking miserable, though Goku seemed the most distressed.
"Trunks," Gohan said, looking at him with an expression of relief. "I'm so glad you're okay. We didn't mean-"
"What took you so long getting back, brat?" Vegeta's voice interrupted from the stairs.
Trunks noticed Goten and the intense look of hatred he directed towards Goku before he saw the bandage around Vegeta's head and the large, painful looking bruise.
"You bastard," Trunks hissed, clenching his fists as he glared at Goku. Goku just stared at the floor, looking like he was about to cry.
"Trunks, you're back," Chi-Chi said, coming from the kitchen with Videl following behind. She immediately noticed the hateful looks her husband was receiving from Goten and Trunks. She glanced at Vegeta and realized why.
"That's it, Goku, you're dead," Trunks snarled, ignoring Chi-Chi. Then his eyes widened and he doubled over in pain, screaming.
"Oh shit!" Vegeta spat as Chi-Chi knelt beside Trunks. "Not him too."
"Huh?" Gohan asked, looking at him in confusion.
"He's pregnant."
Chi-Chi and Videl and turned to glare at their husbands. Both had been told that they hadn't been able to get Trunks.
"Gohan, honey, we need to talk," Videl said, glaring at her husband.
"Same here, Goku." Goku whimpered in terror and backed away a little.
Vegeta grinned from the stairs as an idea formed. He'd teach Goku's demonic wife how to form a full bond with a Saiyan. After Trunks was taken care of, of course.