Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jady 
Trunks/Vejita with a twist; Gokou plots
Gokou can plot? O.o'
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 490 | Status: Completed
Trunks/Vejita with a twist; Gokou plots
Gokou can plot? O.o'
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 490 | Status: Completed
Claimed Love - (7/9)
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.
"God, Trunks," Vejita snarled, closing his eyes. The darkness of his blindness caused the image in his mind to only become more vivid. He could see Trunks lying in that filthy bedroom, legs spread as the boy taunted them both. The jeans were around his knees down, and his hips thrust against the grip of his fist. Trunks' pale cheeks were flushed a bright pink, his breath coming in heavy gasps.
It was all Vejita could do not to dart back to Capsule Corporations and fuck the boy until he was unconscious and they were both overly sedated. He longed for the old days. Had he and Trunks been on Vejita-sei, they'd ride each other hard and then go out and kill a few million people, maybe destroy a planet or two.
Oh that would be paradise, Vejita knew. He could see his lavender-longhaired angel soaked in blood and scarred from endless battles, a taunting gleam in those devious blue eyes, crooking an innocent finger to ask Vejita to come forward, kneel in front of his bare crimson-soaked skin, and suck him until his taste buds were soaked with his seed.
God… Vejita was horny.
Why did Trunks have this affect over him? Vejita groaned as he hovered to the grassy clearing in the woods. He'd come out here to train and think, to clear his mind and find a solution to his problems, but it was obvious that Trunks refused to allow him a moment's peace. Trunks had always hated not being the center of attention, he supposed. Vejita collapsed against a tree, leaning his head back against the trunk as he gazed up to the sky. It was a clear day, very warm, and Vejita found himself already sweating.
"Trunks, please, stop," he moaned aloud, but his words hardly halted the boy that was miles away. Vejita hadn't sent the words mentally, and therefore Trunks didn't even know he was watching. Had Vejita wanted to, he could block out the images… but who could resist the heated picture in his eyes?
Trunks moaned out for Vejita, writhing on the bed from the tortures he was inflicting on himself. Nails scrapped across the skin of the teenager's chest, drawing blood. Vejita longed to taste that delicious scarlet liquid. Unwillingly, a hand snaked down along Vejita's chest, squirming inside of his ki, grasping the hardening rod beneath that flimsy smooth material. "Gods… Trunks… taste it…" he moaned softly as his fingers gently squeezed the tip of his erection.
~*~
Blinking, Trunks' eyes gazed up to the ceiling. Yes - it was official. He was insane. He remained frozen as he gazed at the ceiling, feeling precum drenching his fingertips as blood soaked his nails. He whimpered softly, closing his eyes as tears stained his eyes. Perhaps all of this had been just one huge mistake. It wasn't right for fathers and sons to lust for each other so. Trunks licked his lips. He couldn't do this! It wasn't right!
Moving to stand, Trunks decided it was best that he just stop all of it. He'd stop speaking to Vejita until all of the insanity wore off and things were back to normal. He wouldn't see Gokou, and he would confess everything to Bulma.
Those thoughts didn't last very long.
'Trunks…' growled that voice in his head. Trunks' eyes widened as it became visible in his eyes. "Vejita!" he croaked. He could see his father out in the woods; warm sunshine played across those darkly tanned features. Trunks' breath caught in his throat as his mental gaze connected with the angered and heated eyes of his father. 'Your bleeding, Trunks,' came that voice in his head. Trunks looked down to his chest, seeing the blood that was dripping around his shaft. Tenderly, he reached down and ran his index finger along the hard length before bring it up, pushing the digit between his lips. The taste of blood filled his sense and he groaned out, allowing his head to fall back as his blood began to pump and, if possible, he found himself growing stiffer. He couldn't take the tension any longer, not without chains and his father leaning over him. He grabbed his need and pumped that shaft mercilessly, collapsing along the width of the bed, hair falling over the other side as he cried out for Vejita.
He could see Vejita growling, tending to his own necessity. Knowing that his father was watching this only caused the need to increase. Trunks wanted to shriek, but he couldn't. Biting his lip and tasting even more blood, the young Saiyajin snarled with the pleasure. His knees bent as he drew his legs up, toes digging into the edge of the mattress as his hips drove up to meet ever jerk of his fist.
The force of his climax caused Trunks' nails to dig into his limp shaft as wetness spilled across his stomach. The pain caused him to wince and yelp softly, but pain was something familiar to him now. He sighed in relief, panting for breath as his body cooled off. "Dad… please," he begged softly to the air. "Don't abandon me. I need you."
There was no response.
~*~
Putting himself at Vejita's mercy…
Just how many times had he done that?
Despite that brutal fact, the idea of doing it was not unpleasant, if not the complete opposite. The problem with that suggestion offered by Gohan was how to get Vejita to allow Gokou to put himself at the prince's mercy.
The facts were merciless, however. What everything came down to was that Gokou was a third level Super Saiyajin, and Vejita was not. That was how Vejita viewed everything - the bare and raw truth.
Gokou stared at the ceiling with a somber sigh, watching the moonlight play around inside his bedroom. Chichi slept quietly beside him, her steady breathing the only thing that reminded Gokou that he was not in his own little universe, but with his friends and family. Goten slept down the hallway. Gokou could fill his rising and falling ki, a small vague movement of energy during exciting dreams of battle. He often felt that happen with Vejita, though those dreams often involved sex.
Vejita…
The damn Saiyajin no Ouji wouldn't get out of his mind. It was almost painful. Gokou closed his eyes and turned to his side, staring out the window. The wind played softly with the leaves outside, whistling, asking Gokou to come out and play. A smile drifted to his lips at the thought. How many years of his youth had passed when he actually did think the whistling wind was whistling to ask him to come and play? Life had been so simple back then, before he had known just who really was responsible for his grandfather's death, before Bulma, the dragon balls, the Red Ribbon Army, Raditzu, Frieza…
Majin Buu.
All of it could really be blamed on that fat blob, Gokou realized with a hateful frown, but he was not one to dwell on past mistakes, nor one to place blame, and in all reality it couldn't be blamed on that poor soul. Sighing, Gokou sat up and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't sleep. He was too feverish with lust and too confused about everything. There had to be something he could do, anything.
He was SSJ3… Vejita was not.
The solution was simple, even for a baka like him. If Vejita couldn't ascend on his own, then Gokou would have to help him ascend. Now the question: How could he get Vejita to allow his help?
The dragon balls? No, Vejita would never forgive him for that. Good old fashion training would have to be the answer. So how could he get Vejita to train with him? If Gokou could push Gohan into ascending, then he certainly could do it with Vejita… but it was doubtful Vejita would do anything outside of sparring together occasionally, and that was before. Things had changed now, and Vejita wanted nothing to do with Gokou.
Sitting up with wide eyes, Gokou rose to his feet. Trunks! Trunks would be the answer. It was certain that the teenager knew what was going on by now, and he would undoubtedly want things to return to the way they were. Trunks would help Gokou… at least with the thinking part, anyway.
Scheming was hard.
Raising two fingers to his forehead, Gokou grasped onto Trunks' ki and he vanished in a blur of energy. Remaining behind, Chichi sighed softly and shifted to her side, curling the warm blue blanket around her shoulders before returning to her deep slumber.
~*~
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.
"God, Trunks," Vejita snarled, closing his eyes. The darkness of his blindness caused the image in his mind to only become more vivid. He could see Trunks lying in that filthy bedroom, legs spread as the boy taunted them both. The jeans were around his knees down, and his hips thrust against the grip of his fist. Trunks' pale cheeks were flushed a bright pink, his breath coming in heavy gasps.
It was all Vejita could do not to dart back to Capsule Corporations and fuck the boy until he was unconscious and they were both overly sedated. He longed for the old days. Had he and Trunks been on Vejita-sei, they'd ride each other hard and then go out and kill a few million people, maybe destroy a planet or two.
Oh that would be paradise, Vejita knew. He could see his lavender-longhaired angel soaked in blood and scarred from endless battles, a taunting gleam in those devious blue eyes, crooking an innocent finger to ask Vejita to come forward, kneel in front of his bare crimson-soaked skin, and suck him until his taste buds were soaked with his seed.
God… Vejita was horny.
Why did Trunks have this affect over him? Vejita groaned as he hovered to the grassy clearing in the woods. He'd come out here to train and think, to clear his mind and find a solution to his problems, but it was obvious that Trunks refused to allow him a moment's peace. Trunks had always hated not being the center of attention, he supposed. Vejita collapsed against a tree, leaning his head back against the trunk as he gazed up to the sky. It was a clear day, very warm, and Vejita found himself already sweating.
"Trunks, please, stop," he moaned aloud, but his words hardly halted the boy that was miles away. Vejita hadn't sent the words mentally, and therefore Trunks didn't even know he was watching. Had Vejita wanted to, he could block out the images… but who could resist the heated picture in his eyes?
Trunks moaned out for Vejita, writhing on the bed from the tortures he was inflicting on himself. Nails scrapped across the skin of the teenager's chest, drawing blood. Vejita longed to taste that delicious scarlet liquid. Unwillingly, a hand snaked down along Vejita's chest, squirming inside of his ki, grasping the hardening rod beneath that flimsy smooth material. "Gods… Trunks… taste it…" he moaned softly as his fingers gently squeezed the tip of his erection.
~*~
Blinking, Trunks' eyes gazed up to the ceiling. Yes - it was official. He was insane. He remained frozen as he gazed at the ceiling, feeling precum drenching his fingertips as blood soaked his nails. He whimpered softly, closing his eyes as tears stained his eyes. Perhaps all of this had been just one huge mistake. It wasn't right for fathers and sons to lust for each other so. Trunks licked his lips. He couldn't do this! It wasn't right!
Moving to stand, Trunks decided it was best that he just stop all of it. He'd stop speaking to Vejita until all of the insanity wore off and things were back to normal. He wouldn't see Gokou, and he would confess everything to Bulma.
Those thoughts didn't last very long.
'Trunks…' growled that voice in his head. Trunks' eyes widened as it became visible in his eyes. "Vejita!" he croaked. He could see his father out in the woods; warm sunshine played across those darkly tanned features. Trunks' breath caught in his throat as his mental gaze connected with the angered and heated eyes of his father. 'Your bleeding, Trunks,' came that voice in his head. Trunks looked down to his chest, seeing the blood that was dripping around his shaft. Tenderly, he reached down and ran his index finger along the hard length before bring it up, pushing the digit between his lips. The taste of blood filled his sense and he groaned out, allowing his head to fall back as his blood began to pump and, if possible, he found himself growing stiffer. He couldn't take the tension any longer, not without chains and his father leaning over him. He grabbed his need and pumped that shaft mercilessly, collapsing along the width of the bed, hair falling over the other side as he cried out for Vejita.
He could see Vejita growling, tending to his own necessity. Knowing that his father was watching this only caused the need to increase. Trunks wanted to shriek, but he couldn't. Biting his lip and tasting even more blood, the young Saiyajin snarled with the pleasure. His knees bent as he drew his legs up, toes digging into the edge of the mattress as his hips drove up to meet ever jerk of his fist.
The force of his climax caused Trunks' nails to dig into his limp shaft as wetness spilled across his stomach. The pain caused him to wince and yelp softly, but pain was something familiar to him now. He sighed in relief, panting for breath as his body cooled off. "Dad… please," he begged softly to the air. "Don't abandon me. I need you."
There was no response.
~*~
Putting himself at Vejita's mercy…
Just how many times had he done that?
Despite that brutal fact, the idea of doing it was not unpleasant, if not the complete opposite. The problem with that suggestion offered by Gohan was how to get Vejita to allow Gokou to put himself at the prince's mercy.
The facts were merciless, however. What everything came down to was that Gokou was a third level Super Saiyajin, and Vejita was not. That was how Vejita viewed everything - the bare and raw truth.
Gokou stared at the ceiling with a somber sigh, watching the moonlight play around inside his bedroom. Chichi slept quietly beside him, her steady breathing the only thing that reminded Gokou that he was not in his own little universe, but with his friends and family. Goten slept down the hallway. Gokou could fill his rising and falling ki, a small vague movement of energy during exciting dreams of battle. He often felt that happen with Vejita, though those dreams often involved sex.
Vejita…
The damn Saiyajin no Ouji wouldn't get out of his mind. It was almost painful. Gokou closed his eyes and turned to his side, staring out the window. The wind played softly with the leaves outside, whistling, asking Gokou to come out and play. A smile drifted to his lips at the thought. How many years of his youth had passed when he actually did think the whistling wind was whistling to ask him to come and play? Life had been so simple back then, before he had known just who really was responsible for his grandfather's death, before Bulma, the dragon balls, the Red Ribbon Army, Raditzu, Frieza…
Majin Buu.
All of it could really be blamed on that fat blob, Gokou realized with a hateful frown, but he was not one to dwell on past mistakes, nor one to place blame, and in all reality it couldn't be blamed on that poor soul. Sighing, Gokou sat up and buried his face in his hands. He couldn't sleep. He was too feverish with lust and too confused about everything. There had to be something he could do, anything.
He was SSJ3… Vejita was not.
The solution was simple, even for a baka like him. If Vejita couldn't ascend on his own, then Gokou would have to help him ascend. Now the question: How could he get Vejita to allow his help?
The dragon balls? No, Vejita would never forgive him for that. Good old fashion training would have to be the answer. So how could he get Vejita to train with him? If Gokou could push Gohan into ascending, then he certainly could do it with Vejita… but it was doubtful Vejita would do anything outside of sparring together occasionally, and that was before. Things had changed now, and Vejita wanted nothing to do with Gokou.
Sitting up with wide eyes, Gokou rose to his feet. Trunks! Trunks would be the answer. It was certain that the teenager knew what was going on by now, and he would undoubtedly want things to return to the way they were. Trunks would help Gokou… at least with the thinking part, anyway.
Scheming was hard.
Raising two fingers to his forehead, Gokou grasped onto Trunks' ki and he vanished in a blur of energy. Remaining behind, Chichi sighed softly and shifted to her side, curling the warm blue blanket around her shoulders before returning to her deep slumber.
~*~
TBC
~Jady