Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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

Claimed Love - (6/9)
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.


"Gokou, you don't seem to be your cheery self!" Videl said worriedly as the Saiyajin passed through the doorway. Gokou offered her a reassuring grin, releasing the wild little demi-Saiyajin. Pan rushed into her mother's arms shouting like a harpy. Gokou laughed half-hearted as he watched the mother and daughter. "No, everything's okay. I just need to speak with Gohan if you don't mind."

"No, of course not, he's in the shower." Videl rose to her feet and pointed down the hallway towards the bedroom. Gokou gave her a nod and muttered thanks before heading through the simple yet elegant home of the city. It was always so busy around. He could hear the car horns outside. The house was large, a few miles away from Videl's father's home. Videl mostly supported herself, daughter, and Gohan on her father's money - which no one really felt bad about since that money rightfully belonged to Gohan - while Gohan did a simple little teaching job that he loved.

Entering the bedroom, Gokou paused as he saw Gohan leave the bed, towel wrapped around his waist as he ran a brush through his hair. "Oh, Dad, hey!" he said with a grin. Gokou smiled while he looked his handsome boy over. Gohan was almost as attractive as Trunks, though so much more innocent. He was most certainly a virgin in the ways of men… but that was a path Gokou didn't want to walk on. Gohan was married…

Well, technically Vejita was married…

Gohan is happily married!

Gokou had to shout the thought mentally to get it through his head. Gohan sensed the disturbance and frowned, stepping forward. "Dad? Something wrong?"

"Get dressed," Gokou said, turning his back towards the demi-Saiyajin. Gohan raised a brow with worry but muttered something and moved to do so. After a few moments Gohan reappeared in Gokou's vision in blue jeans and a large green shirt. Gokou offered a smile to his son. "Sorry… weird day."

"So, what's wrong?" Gohan questioned worried. Gokou pondered on the same issue for a moment. Why had he come here? How could he ask his son's help - who obviously had a decent marriage - on how to get through to Vejita? This was going to be impossible, and Gokou realized he was such an idiot for trying. "You know what… never mind, Gohan…"

"Dad, is this about Vejita?" Gohan called after his father when Gokou turned to leave, causing the Saiyajin to halt and spin around with wide eyes. "What do you know about Vejita?"

"Well you know mom is such a gossip. Bulma told her that Vejita and you had a fight again, which is why you didn't show up for that dinner party Bulma held for you all a couple days ago."

"Dinner party," Gokou repeated quietly. Even if he had remembered he wouldn't have attended. He nodded and turned back. "Yeah… Gohan… it is. See, Vejita thinks that I think that I'm his better."

Gohan grinned. "Well you are."

"No, I'm not!" Gokou shouted a little more loudly than necessary. Gohan winced and nodded cautiously. Seeing the worry in Gohan's eyes caused Gokou to pause, a little shocked with his own temper. Where had that come from? "I'm not," he repeated a little more quietly. "Sure, I might have more power… but Vejita is… he's brilliant, quick witted… he has more battle experience than I could ever imagine… today I doubt I could defeat him in a battle to the death."

"That scares me, Dad," Gohan admitted with a grin. Gokou chuckled softly with a nod. "He's really mad, though. How can I tell him that I… I mean… that…."

"That you don't think you're better than him?" Gohan raised a brow and shrugged. "I don't know. I don't know anything about the Saiyajin. I don't know how they function as a society. Why don't you just allow Vejita to challenge you to a fight… uh…" Gohan winced. "Not… not on this planet, though."

Gokou shook his head. "I don't want to fight Vejita. I want to show him that we're equal."

Gohan frowned. "Vejita does consider himself better than you, Dad. He's royalty, after all. I would think that would balance you guys out." He laughed. "I don't know, Dad. You'll just have to figure something out. Knowing Vejita, putting yourself at his mercy will probably be your only option."

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Trunks sighed softly as he leaned against the headboard of his bed, staring blankly at the bag that rested at the opposite end of his bed. It was a small duffle bag, or some sort of version of it, something that Vejita had Bulma make some time ago. The thing was extremely heavy so it wouldn't fly away as a result of Vejita's enormous ki, and very resistance to extreme heat temperatures and also gravity, so if something fragile was within it wouldn't be crushed from the gravity chamber's force.

It was the Ye Ole Torture Bag, as Trunks had lovingly named it.

Inside that black bag, there was little telling. Trunks had never been allowed to shuffle through the contents no matter how much he pleaded - pleaded in the sense of curiosity AFTER those warm nights with Vejita. There were many forms of pleading that Trunks was extremely familiar with. So far, Trunks knew that there was a small black box full of carving knifes, daggers, and blades, a small white bag full of long gray rusty nails, a dog leash with a choker, leather clothing, and a few large dildos. All of those had been used on Gokou many, many times. Within the past year, a few more items had been added onto that list. There was a cock-ring, many varieties of needles that were used to piece skin and remain within the body, shackles for the hands, feet, neck, and… other areas, and butt plugs, many rather large for Trunks' liking. There was, of course, many more… but Trunks had yet to see them.

Brushing back his almost waist-length hair, Trunks stared at that evil bag - the source of pain in his life that he really only had control over. Vejita had forgotten about it sometime back and had left it in his bedroom when he'd left. Trunks had just discovered it had been left.

So now here Trunks sat… with that devious glaring bag…. The desire to yank that thing open and shuffle around was almost unbearable.

Still, he couldn't bring himself to do anything but touch the smooth surface. He moaned in his inner agony and glared at the bag, as if he could will it to open and then just glimpse inside. Heck, that would be legal, wouldn't it? Yet Vejita had told him never to open the bag, and he couldn't do it.

Despite everything, he still couldn't do it.

Trunks wanted to leave the bedroom and find Vejita and Gokou and make them work their problems out. He wanted to run to the Son home and tell Goten everything. He wanted to run into his mother's arms and sob. He wanted to comfort the sobbing Bura who cried just down the hallway. He couldn't do any of those things, so he was stuck here, staring hatefully at the bag that wouldn't stop mocking him.

Things had been so perfect. He and Vejita and Gokou, all together, loving each other until it was almost painful, or until the sun rose - whichever came first. He remembered the first time he'd seen that satanic bag. It had been out in the woods, miles away from the nearest city. Gokou, Trunks, and Vejita had all gone out there - to train, of course - and Vejita had brought the bag. Trunks had thought it was capsules, providing blankets, food, perhaps even candles. Well… there had been candles in there! That hot wax had scarred Trunks' chest for nearly an entire week. It had been the roughest night the three had ever experienced, and they had loved every excruciating moment, shrieking Vejita's name so powerfully that even the birds had given a second nervous glance. It had taken Gokou four days to learn how to walk again, and Trunks three days to look halfway decent to walk in public again.

After that night and the days of healing afterwards, Trunks had become nothing less that a pure pervert. He'd wanted sex every chance he got. Nights when he was hard he'd rushed to his father's bedroom - careful not to wake Bulma - and had drug the man out. He'd even outnumbered the times Vejita had requested sex by at least a few hundred. Many times Vejita had sent him away in disgust and exhaustion.

Tossing his head back, Trunks whimpered. Even thinking about those long nights made him hard. He wanted to find Vejita, but he could sense Vejita's annoyance with him. The Saiyajin no Ouji wanted anything but Trunks right now. Gokou? That was pretty much out of the option. First off, Vejita would hate Trunks for going to Gokou right now, and secondly the Saiyajin was at home, with his family.

With an annoyed grunt, the lavender-haired Saiyajin reached down the length of his stomach, clutching his arousal through the thick material of his jeans. Why had this happened? Why couldn't heaven just remain on Chikyuu? Things had been wonderful, perfect, and then everything had just crashed. With his other hand, Trunks ripped apart the buttons and yanked down the zipper, shoving the cloth down his hips. His breath caught in his throat as he could see Vejita touching him. It was only an illusion, but it was all Trunks had. He could see the prince kneeling down before him, running a sweet tongue diligently caressing the tip of his manhood, sending a wild shiver through the teen's spine. Vejita's name coated Trunks' lips as he stroked himself, hand tightening with each inch of skin it covered.

~*~



Oh Trunks isn't finished yet...
TBC
~Jady