Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jady 
Gokou/Trunks
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 780 | Status: Completed
Gokou/Trunks
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 780 | Status: Completed
Claimed Love - (1/9)
Pairings: Vejita/Trunks/Gokou
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Graphic yaoi, angst
Timeline: Sequel to Gravity Room & Boys and Their Toys
Summary: Problems develop between the three Saiyajin.
It was a little cold for summer. It had rained a few days ago, and the scent of cleanliness was still in the air. The moonlit sky rested over the cities. Slumbering people remained in their warm beds. Trunks was standing on the small balcony in the hallway near the gravity chamber, gazing across the city that Capsule Corporations loomed over, watching the nightlife. There were a few cars occasionally passing by, hurrying home to warm beds, friends, and families, but there were few of them, two or three during an hour. Trunks didn't know what time it was. He'd left his bedroom, suffering from insomnia, a little after midnight. Bulma was asleep upstairs, but she was without her husband. Trunks could sense Vejita's mind and ki near the ocean, training as usual. Every now and then he'd see a sparkle of electricity in the distance as Vejita worked. He wanted to join his father, but Vejita had mentally forbidden it before cutting off their communication link.
There were stars sparkling in the sky, gazing down at the small planet called Chikyuu, some smiling, others frowning. He wondered in which direction Vejita-sei had once existed, wondered if there was anything left. His thoughts were wild and rapid this night. Why hadn't Vejita asked Shenlong to revive his people? It seemed like the most logical thing to do, but it had never happened. Maybe, mused Trunks, it hadn't been in Shenlong's power to do so. Another question to add onto the endless list, he sighed.
Vejita loved it. That wasn't really an issue even more, though still he found himself wondering as he gazed into the eternally angry black eyes of his father. It had been a few months since his little discovery of Vejita and Gokou's alternate method of training, and things had greatly calmed down since then. Neither Vejita nor Gokou, as far as Trunks could tell, considered what they did a betrayal to their wives. Marriage… they didn't understand what it truly meant. Mating was all that mattered, and they were claimed to each other. There was only one form of betrayal to them, and that was if any of them claimed another. Trunks knew now that, had Vejita not been with Gokou when Trunks had been claimed, Gokou would have considered it a betrayal, even though Vejita had the right to do so. Saiyajin mating was a tentative subject, one not taken very lightly.
He leaned further against the cold white railing, allowing the wind to caress the locks of his long lavender hair. It needed to be cut again, but Vejita had admitted that he preferred the locks long. It was so odd for Vejita to admit such trivial things that Trunks hadn't dared to cut off the locks. Vejita had said he didn't care, but Trunks cared what his father wanted, and it was so rare to be requested something that'd he'd been extremely eager to please the Saiyajin no Ouji. The longest ends of the mane were drawn back with a thin piece of string he'd ripped off his old destroyed gi before it had been repaired. Most of the hair had fallen loose from the band and brushed against his face as the wind played with it. He sighed, interlocking his hands over the rail with a faint smile. Life was simple and pleasant, and thankfully peaceful. Vejita, of course, always trained, but he would never change, and Trunks was grateful for that. Vejita was protective over those he loved, though, of course, he always declared that his reason for training was to finally defeat "that blasted Kakarrotto", but who could expect anything else? Truth was, he'd already won that battle. Claiming Gokou had established his dominance and power. What Vejita was training for was the safety of those he loved, just in case something more evil came along he would be ready for the battle.
His head dropped down, looking upon the roads that ran passed. He was completely alone on the balcony, with only the stars at his side. It was so peaceful, and yet despite it all he knew that if he returned to his bedroom he wouldn't be able to sleep. There wasn't a reason for his insomnia. It was a late Friday night, and he was a little tired, but it was just one of those days when sleep wouldn't come.
His senses informed him suddenly that no longer was he alone. Gokou was approaching down those corridors towards the gravity chamber, perhaps searching for Vejita or him, or just also unable to sleep and wanting to train without destroying anything or anyone. Trunks didn't bother to move. He didn't want to move. He was comfortable and content leaning against the balcony with his fingers intertwined, gazing at civilization in all its confusion.
Firm hands fell atop the curves of his back. Gokou had joined him on the large balcony. They didn't share words. There wasn't much of a reason to. Trunks continued to gaze outwards, but all his thoughts had ceased. Gokou's calloused fingers ran across his hips, tugging out the shirt and pushing under his pants, pulling them downwards until the soft curves of his ass were exposed to the cold winds. He smiled softly as he felt Gokou's fingers protrude in his entrance. After so many months of them taking each other in such merciless manners, and of Vejita's endless feral sex, Gokou still thought it necessary to prepare him.
"Missed you," whispered the humanized Saiyajin. Trunks frowned at the words, closing his eyes against the peaceful world that surrounded them. He hated it when Gokou spoke. Vejita never spoke, especially not in a raw fuck like this. It drove Trunks to madness when his father took him hard, and then, just as he was about to reach nirvana, Vejita would whisper something soft in his ear, sending him over the edge. Gokou never had the same effect, if not the opposite. The fingers within him slowly pulled out, replaced by a familiar hard length. Trunks moaned out as he was filled with Gokou's need. He gripped the rail, closing his eyes tightly against the pain. Quickly, though, it transformed into pleasure. With every thrust forward Trunks grunted, teeth grinding together. A firm hand circled his waist and gripped his own growing arousal, stroking it firmly.
Trunks hissed in pleasure, leaning further against the banister, the only thing keeping him from collapsing on the floor. Warm fingers kneaded his ass cheeks as it held them still with each movement while the other hand began grazing the sensitive skin of his arousal with the long unclipped nails, threatening to draw blood. Trunks was going blind with the pleasure. Quickly he began shoving back against the length, growing annoyed with the leisurely pace. The clash of speeds caused him to cry out as he felt himself straining.
'Playing without me, boy?' came his father's amused voice inside his head. Trunks' eyes jerked open, catching sight of the endless blackness of night, and he came.
~*~
TBC
~Jady
Pairings: Vejita/Trunks/Gokou
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Graphic yaoi, angst
Timeline: Sequel to Gravity Room & Boys and Their Toys
Summary: Problems develop between the three Saiyajin.
It was a little cold for summer. It had rained a few days ago, and the scent of cleanliness was still in the air. The moonlit sky rested over the cities. Slumbering people remained in their warm beds. Trunks was standing on the small balcony in the hallway near the gravity chamber, gazing across the city that Capsule Corporations loomed over, watching the nightlife. There were a few cars occasionally passing by, hurrying home to warm beds, friends, and families, but there were few of them, two or three during an hour. Trunks didn't know what time it was. He'd left his bedroom, suffering from insomnia, a little after midnight. Bulma was asleep upstairs, but she was without her husband. Trunks could sense Vejita's mind and ki near the ocean, training as usual. Every now and then he'd see a sparkle of electricity in the distance as Vejita worked. He wanted to join his father, but Vejita had mentally forbidden it before cutting off their communication link.
There were stars sparkling in the sky, gazing down at the small planet called Chikyuu, some smiling, others frowning. He wondered in which direction Vejita-sei had once existed, wondered if there was anything left. His thoughts were wild and rapid this night. Why hadn't Vejita asked Shenlong to revive his people? It seemed like the most logical thing to do, but it had never happened. Maybe, mused Trunks, it hadn't been in Shenlong's power to do so. Another question to add onto the endless list, he sighed.
Vejita loved it. That wasn't really an issue even more, though still he found himself wondering as he gazed into the eternally angry black eyes of his father. It had been a few months since his little discovery of Vejita and Gokou's alternate method of training, and things had greatly calmed down since then. Neither Vejita nor Gokou, as far as Trunks could tell, considered what they did a betrayal to their wives. Marriage… they didn't understand what it truly meant. Mating was all that mattered, and they were claimed to each other. There was only one form of betrayal to them, and that was if any of them claimed another. Trunks knew now that, had Vejita not been with Gokou when Trunks had been claimed, Gokou would have considered it a betrayal, even though Vejita had the right to do so. Saiyajin mating was a tentative subject, one not taken very lightly.
He leaned further against the cold white railing, allowing the wind to caress the locks of his long lavender hair. It needed to be cut again, but Vejita had admitted that he preferred the locks long. It was so odd for Vejita to admit such trivial things that Trunks hadn't dared to cut off the locks. Vejita had said he didn't care, but Trunks cared what his father wanted, and it was so rare to be requested something that'd he'd been extremely eager to please the Saiyajin no Ouji. The longest ends of the mane were drawn back with a thin piece of string he'd ripped off his old destroyed gi before it had been repaired. Most of the hair had fallen loose from the band and brushed against his face as the wind played with it. He sighed, interlocking his hands over the rail with a faint smile. Life was simple and pleasant, and thankfully peaceful. Vejita, of course, always trained, but he would never change, and Trunks was grateful for that. Vejita was protective over those he loved, though, of course, he always declared that his reason for training was to finally defeat "that blasted Kakarrotto", but who could expect anything else? Truth was, he'd already won that battle. Claiming Gokou had established his dominance and power. What Vejita was training for was the safety of those he loved, just in case something more evil came along he would be ready for the battle.
His head dropped down, looking upon the roads that ran passed. He was completely alone on the balcony, with only the stars at his side. It was so peaceful, and yet despite it all he knew that if he returned to his bedroom he wouldn't be able to sleep. There wasn't a reason for his insomnia. It was a late Friday night, and he was a little tired, but it was just one of those days when sleep wouldn't come.
His senses informed him suddenly that no longer was he alone. Gokou was approaching down those corridors towards the gravity chamber, perhaps searching for Vejita or him, or just also unable to sleep and wanting to train without destroying anything or anyone. Trunks didn't bother to move. He didn't want to move. He was comfortable and content leaning against the balcony with his fingers intertwined, gazing at civilization in all its confusion.
Firm hands fell atop the curves of his back. Gokou had joined him on the large balcony. They didn't share words. There wasn't much of a reason to. Trunks continued to gaze outwards, but all his thoughts had ceased. Gokou's calloused fingers ran across his hips, tugging out the shirt and pushing under his pants, pulling them downwards until the soft curves of his ass were exposed to the cold winds. He smiled softly as he felt Gokou's fingers protrude in his entrance. After so many months of them taking each other in such merciless manners, and of Vejita's endless feral sex, Gokou still thought it necessary to prepare him.
"Missed you," whispered the humanized Saiyajin. Trunks frowned at the words, closing his eyes against the peaceful world that surrounded them. He hated it when Gokou spoke. Vejita never spoke, especially not in a raw fuck like this. It drove Trunks to madness when his father took him hard, and then, just as he was about to reach nirvana, Vejita would whisper something soft in his ear, sending him over the edge. Gokou never had the same effect, if not the opposite. The fingers within him slowly pulled out, replaced by a familiar hard length. Trunks moaned out as he was filled with Gokou's need. He gripped the rail, closing his eyes tightly against the pain. Quickly, though, it transformed into pleasure. With every thrust forward Trunks grunted, teeth grinding together. A firm hand circled his waist and gripped his own growing arousal, stroking it firmly.
Trunks hissed in pleasure, leaning further against the banister, the only thing keeping him from collapsing on the floor. Warm fingers kneaded his ass cheeks as it held them still with each movement while the other hand began grazing the sensitive skin of his arousal with the long unclipped nails, threatening to draw blood. Trunks was going blind with the pleasure. Quickly he began shoving back against the length, growing annoyed with the leisurely pace. The clash of speeds caused him to cry out as he felt himself straining.
'Playing without me, boy?' came his father's amused voice inside his head. Trunks' eyes jerked open, catching sight of the endless blackness of night, and he came.
~*~
TBC
~Jady