Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Jady 
Awkward moments
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 531 | Status: Completed
Awkward moments
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 531 | Status: Completed
Claimed Love - (3/9)
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.
To this day, it amazed Trunks that no one knew. He felt like he was a kid again and it was a secret he was keeping from everybody, and even then Goten would have known about it. The two of them shared everything, and not telling Goten this felt like a huge betrayal. It was late in the afternoon as Trunks moved through the corridors of the mansion, dressed in a loose pair of black slacks and his favored jean jacket, bare chest beneath. He felt the familiar ki of Goten and Bulma, which was why the two of them were on his mind. Vejita was quickly approaching Capsule Corporations, probably because it was dinnertime, but he seemed a little different than before. Trunks wasn't sure what it was, but there was certainly a small difference.
He entered the kitchen, seeing the food being piled on the large table. Goten sat in one of the many seats, bouncing with joy as he gazed across the endless mountain of food. Goten looked up, grinning as he saw Trunks. They hadn't seen each other for weeks now, and it was plainly obvious that they hated being apart for so long. "Oi! Bet you never thought you'd see me!"
"Can't keep you away for long, can I?" Trunks responded with a grin, dropping in the seat beside of the shorthaired Son. "How's the kiddo doing?" he questioned with a grin.
"Pan! Great! She's learning to talk now! It's amazing all the things she can say. She's evening talking in that weird languages that Vejita curses in."
"He's corrupting my granddaughter?" came a shriek from the kitchen just before Chichi darted in like a mad hornet, frying pan hanging at her hip. Snarling, she leaned across the table and grabbed the poor innocent unsuspecting Goten, hoisting him up. "What has he done to my baby?"
"Kaasan! Kaasan! No! She's not doing anything bad, it's just she seems to know that language!"
"Chichi, calm down," Bulma exclaimed impatiently as she entered the room with another armload of food. Trunks darted up and grabbed a few plates from her, pretending to help. He moved over to the table and began gulping down the first portion of the meal. "You remember that Trunks, Goten, and Gohan all spoke that gibberish when they were children. Vejita wanted to continue teaching Trunks that, but I told him no. It's just something natural that they do. She'll grow out of it. Just make sure that Gohan and Videl don't encourage it. Now, where are those men of ours?"
"Right here," Vejita said as he entered the kitchen, dropping into the chair at the head of the table. "Where's the rest of the food, onna?" he demanded as he grabbed the plate away from Trunks, who glared in response, but instead reached for another. As Trunks sat the new plate down he glanced at his father. Indeed, something had happened. There was a kind of blandness across his face that hadn't been there that morning. He was about to ask, but the demonic Chichi interrupted. "Where is that darn husband of mine? I told him we were going to be eating here!"
"Kakarrotto isn't coming; serve the food," Vejita snarled, giving Bulma a very pointed look that only a Briefs could comprehend. Bulma stared at Vejita for a very long moment, eyes wondering across the expression, before it turned into a glare. The look translated into: Kakarrotto is coming because if he does I'll beat the shit of him for a reason that I'm not telling you. Trunks, however, realized that the reason wasn't because Vejita had again been defeated, but he couldn't quite grasp the truth.
Chichi continue ranting on, but Bulma served the food nevertheless. Outside of the conversation between the two women, and the occasional spoken words between Goten and Trunks, the meal with eaten in awkward silence.
~*~
Vejita turned beneath the sheets, deep within the clutches of dreams. Wherever his mind was, it was hot, sweltering hot. Vejita moaned out against the touches that caressed his body, causing his cheeks to flush against the heat. Hands encircled his arousal, stroking the firm length, pinching the tip until it was almost painful. Fingers intruded his entrance, causing him to squirm. Warm lips ran across his torso, nibbling the skin, claiming his lips. A wet tongue begged for admittance into the caverns of his mouth, and he permitted it. Vejita was on his knees in this heated place. Trunks was behind him, caresses his ass while preparing him for a wild fuck - a rarity, but something he greatly enjoyed.
What enraged him was the Saiyajin senshi before him, causing him this mindless pleasure, and he was powerless to stop it. Vejita wanted to scream out, stop the man, anything, but he was not in control. Gokou moved down, lips grasping around the hard erection, sucking it until Vejita was crazed with hazy lust. Vejita gripped the back of the Saiyajin's head, trying to increase the pleasure if it was even possible, and Trunks was soon to prove that it was. His son's impressive arousal slammed into him, causing Vejita to cry out and fall over, head buried in the warm skin of Gokou's back.
Beneath him, Gokou chuckled and turned until Vejita was completely lying atop him, eyes meeting the younger Saiyajin's firm need. He turned his head away in disgust, but his eyes closed as he felt a talented tongue continue its ministrations.
Vejita turned in the covers again, resting on his stomach, with his erection buried in the sheets. Bulma slumbered unknowingly at his side. "Kakarrotto," he growled quietly as his hands griped the mattress, threatening to rip it to shreds.
Trunks continued to pound into Vejita, his length striking that sensitive spot deep within Vejita's caverns with each thrust of his hips. Vejita's hands dug into the cold ground in his little dream world. His bones were mush. He collapsed atop Gokou, head burying against the warm tanned skin of the Saiyajin's abdomen. Trunks' nails dug into his waist, holding his rear still as the teen's need plunged deeper, causing Vejita to writhe and moan as Gokou sucked on him. His skin tingled as he begged silently for more. Vejita wanted to move against one source of pleasure, but doing so would be moving away from the second. He was forced to be still, and it was driving the Saiyajin no Ouji to madness.
Bulma stirred beneath the covers, eyes fluttering open with a faint yawn. Brushing away the wild blue locks of hair in her eyes, she looked down at her husband with a frown. Vejita continued growling faintly, hands digging into the covers, which were slowly giving way beneath his powerful grip. She sighed and sat up. "Dreaming about Son-kun again," she muttered with a sigh, reaching down and touching his shoulder softly. "Vejita, koibito, wake up. You're having a nightmare."
Vejita jerked awake with a jump, eyes rushing around the bedroom as if he expected someone to be standing nearby, threatening his safety… or his sanity. He calmed after a moment, looking down to his wife who offered him a sympathetic smile. "Are you okay, Vejita? You were dreaming about Son-kun again."
"Kakarrotto… yeah… dreams…" he turned and sat up, burying his head in his hands. He sat there in silence for a few moments, trying to clear his mind and regain control of his throbbing body. Behind him, Bulma sighed softly and leaned forward, grasping his shoulder and rubbing them. "Vejita, koi, do you want to…"
"No," he muttered sternly and rose from the bed. Instantly he felt guilty as he could sense her disappointment. "Sorry. I'm going… going to go walk," he turned and rushed out of the room, pausing as soon as the door clicked shut.
He did care greatly for his wife. Bulma was good in bed, and a caring woman, but each time he touched her he felt disgusted with himself. He knew Trunks and Gokou didn't mind. Trunks wanted his parents to remain together and in love, and Gokou still slept with his wife often. Vejita knew why he felt this way, while the others didn't care. He was loyal to the Saiyajin ways, despite everything that had happened since Vejita-sei was destroyed.
His mind was racing, and everything was so confusing, and he just wanted peace, but even his dreams wouldn't permit him that. Trunks and Gokou were both in his heart and thoughts, and neither would just stop.
"Trunks," Vejita whispered softly, eyes gazing down the hallway towards the teenager's room. Perhaps a quiet night with the boy would hush his mind. Turning away, he moved forward through the chilly hallways towards Trunks' bedroom in another wing of the house.
~*~
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.
To this day, it amazed Trunks that no one knew. He felt like he was a kid again and it was a secret he was keeping from everybody, and even then Goten would have known about it. The two of them shared everything, and not telling Goten this felt like a huge betrayal. It was late in the afternoon as Trunks moved through the corridors of the mansion, dressed in a loose pair of black slacks and his favored jean jacket, bare chest beneath. He felt the familiar ki of Goten and Bulma, which was why the two of them were on his mind. Vejita was quickly approaching Capsule Corporations, probably because it was dinnertime, but he seemed a little different than before. Trunks wasn't sure what it was, but there was certainly a small difference.
He entered the kitchen, seeing the food being piled on the large table. Goten sat in one of the many seats, bouncing with joy as he gazed across the endless mountain of food. Goten looked up, grinning as he saw Trunks. They hadn't seen each other for weeks now, and it was plainly obvious that they hated being apart for so long. "Oi! Bet you never thought you'd see me!"
"Can't keep you away for long, can I?" Trunks responded with a grin, dropping in the seat beside of the shorthaired Son. "How's the kiddo doing?" he questioned with a grin.
"Pan! Great! She's learning to talk now! It's amazing all the things she can say. She's evening talking in that weird languages that Vejita curses in."
"He's corrupting my granddaughter?" came a shriek from the kitchen just before Chichi darted in like a mad hornet, frying pan hanging at her hip. Snarling, she leaned across the table and grabbed the poor innocent unsuspecting Goten, hoisting him up. "What has he done to my baby?"
"Kaasan! Kaasan! No! She's not doing anything bad, it's just she seems to know that language!"
"Chichi, calm down," Bulma exclaimed impatiently as she entered the room with another armload of food. Trunks darted up and grabbed a few plates from her, pretending to help. He moved over to the table and began gulping down the first portion of the meal. "You remember that Trunks, Goten, and Gohan all spoke that gibberish when they were children. Vejita wanted to continue teaching Trunks that, but I told him no. It's just something natural that they do. She'll grow out of it. Just make sure that Gohan and Videl don't encourage it. Now, where are those men of ours?"
"Right here," Vejita said as he entered the kitchen, dropping into the chair at the head of the table. "Where's the rest of the food, onna?" he demanded as he grabbed the plate away from Trunks, who glared in response, but instead reached for another. As Trunks sat the new plate down he glanced at his father. Indeed, something had happened. There was a kind of blandness across his face that hadn't been there that morning. He was about to ask, but the demonic Chichi interrupted. "Where is that darn husband of mine? I told him we were going to be eating here!"
"Kakarrotto isn't coming; serve the food," Vejita snarled, giving Bulma a very pointed look that only a Briefs could comprehend. Bulma stared at Vejita for a very long moment, eyes wondering across the expression, before it turned into a glare. The look translated into: Kakarrotto is coming because if he does I'll beat the shit of him for a reason that I'm not telling you. Trunks, however, realized that the reason wasn't because Vejita had again been defeated, but he couldn't quite grasp the truth.
Chichi continue ranting on, but Bulma served the food nevertheless. Outside of the conversation between the two women, and the occasional spoken words between Goten and Trunks, the meal with eaten in awkward silence.
~*~
Vejita turned beneath the sheets, deep within the clutches of dreams. Wherever his mind was, it was hot, sweltering hot. Vejita moaned out against the touches that caressed his body, causing his cheeks to flush against the heat. Hands encircled his arousal, stroking the firm length, pinching the tip until it was almost painful. Fingers intruded his entrance, causing him to squirm. Warm lips ran across his torso, nibbling the skin, claiming his lips. A wet tongue begged for admittance into the caverns of his mouth, and he permitted it. Vejita was on his knees in this heated place. Trunks was behind him, caresses his ass while preparing him for a wild fuck - a rarity, but something he greatly enjoyed.
What enraged him was the Saiyajin senshi before him, causing him this mindless pleasure, and he was powerless to stop it. Vejita wanted to scream out, stop the man, anything, but he was not in control. Gokou moved down, lips grasping around the hard erection, sucking it until Vejita was crazed with hazy lust. Vejita gripped the back of the Saiyajin's head, trying to increase the pleasure if it was even possible, and Trunks was soon to prove that it was. His son's impressive arousal slammed into him, causing Vejita to cry out and fall over, head buried in the warm skin of Gokou's back.
Beneath him, Gokou chuckled and turned until Vejita was completely lying atop him, eyes meeting the younger Saiyajin's firm need. He turned his head away in disgust, but his eyes closed as he felt a talented tongue continue its ministrations.
Vejita turned in the covers again, resting on his stomach, with his erection buried in the sheets. Bulma slumbered unknowingly at his side. "Kakarrotto," he growled quietly as his hands griped the mattress, threatening to rip it to shreds.
Trunks continued to pound into Vejita, his length striking that sensitive spot deep within Vejita's caverns with each thrust of his hips. Vejita's hands dug into the cold ground in his little dream world. His bones were mush. He collapsed atop Gokou, head burying against the warm tanned skin of the Saiyajin's abdomen. Trunks' nails dug into his waist, holding his rear still as the teen's need plunged deeper, causing Vejita to writhe and moan as Gokou sucked on him. His skin tingled as he begged silently for more. Vejita wanted to move against one source of pleasure, but doing so would be moving away from the second. He was forced to be still, and it was driving the Saiyajin no Ouji to madness.
Bulma stirred beneath the covers, eyes fluttering open with a faint yawn. Brushing away the wild blue locks of hair in her eyes, she looked down at her husband with a frown. Vejita continued growling faintly, hands digging into the covers, which were slowly giving way beneath his powerful grip. She sighed and sat up. "Dreaming about Son-kun again," she muttered with a sigh, reaching down and touching his shoulder softly. "Vejita, koibito, wake up. You're having a nightmare."
Vejita jerked awake with a jump, eyes rushing around the bedroom as if he expected someone to be standing nearby, threatening his safety… or his sanity. He calmed after a moment, looking down to his wife who offered him a sympathetic smile. "Are you okay, Vejita? You were dreaming about Son-kun again."
"Kakarrotto… yeah… dreams…" he turned and sat up, burying his head in his hands. He sat there in silence for a few moments, trying to clear his mind and regain control of his throbbing body. Behind him, Bulma sighed softly and leaned forward, grasping his shoulder and rubbing them. "Vejita, koi, do you want to…"
"No," he muttered sternly and rose from the bed. Instantly he felt guilty as he could sense her disappointment. "Sorry. I'm going… going to go walk," he turned and rushed out of the room, pausing as soon as the door clicked shut.
He did care greatly for his wife. Bulma was good in bed, and a caring woman, but each time he touched her he felt disgusted with himself. He knew Trunks and Gokou didn't mind. Trunks wanted his parents to remain together and in love, and Gokou still slept with his wife often. Vejita knew why he felt this way, while the others didn't care. He was loyal to the Saiyajin ways, despite everything that had happened since Vejita-sei was destroyed.
His mind was racing, and everything was so confusing, and he just wanted peace, but even his dreams wouldn't permit him that. Trunks and Gokou were both in his heart and thoughts, and neither would just stop.
"Trunks," Vejita whispered softly, eyes gazing down the hallway towards the teenager's room. Perhaps a quiet night with the boy would hush his mind. Turning away, he moved forward through the chilly hallways towards Trunks' bedroom in another wing of the house.
~*~
TBC
~Jady