Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Jady 
Trunks and Gokou plot and scheme - the full moon arrives
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
Trunks and Gokou plot and scheme - the full moon arrives
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.18.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 501 | Status: Completed
Claimed Love - (8/9)
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.
Trunks was not surprised when Gokou appeared before him during the middle of the night, one of those happy goofy grins plastered on his annoying face. "Trunks!" he exclaimed in a whisper, circling the bed to sit on the end of it. Trunks pulled away, knotting himself into a small ball against the wall on the opposite side, glaring silently at Gokou.
Things had not been perfect, Trunks had realized. Without Vejita here, tending to the two, things were quickly falling apart. Trunks had realized that he wanted his father - completely. It was time to be selfish! A threesome was destined to fail, Trunks realized, and he hated himself for being so blind to think it could ever work. Sure, he liked Gokou enough to screw him senseless every now and then, but Gokou was… well… Gokou! The man was not Saiyajin in the true sense of the word. He didn't know what true bloodlust was! Trunks couldn't love a man who didn't know any emotion outside of anger and joy. Gokou didn't know what pain was.
That was why Vejita was so cruel to the Saiyajin during sex. He was trying to make Gokou realize just what accompanied the title of Saiyajin! Gokou may have the blood, but that didn't mean shit. Vejita had realized the futility of Gokou's case, and had abandoned it.
"What do you want?"
Gokou grinned, completely lost to the rage that overwhelmed Trunks. "Sorry to come over so late, but I need your help Trunks. I was wondering if you could help Vejita let me train with him."
Trunks gave Gokou a blank stare. Of course, Gokou only took this as a sign of confusion and wanting to learn more, so he quickly continued. "See, I figured that if I can get Vejita to train with me, then I can help him ascend, and he won't think that I'm better than him anymore."
Better than him! Trunks wanted to snort. The day that Gokou was better than anyway would be a cold icy day in hell. "You are not better than my father."
"I know that, Trunks!" Gokou said with a sigh, shaking his head. "That's what Vejita thinks, though. Just because I'm a level above him, he thinks that I think I'm better than him."
So that was what all this was about - the power. Trunks was quick to realize that he was the least powerful of them all, barely reaching USSJ unless fused with Goten. He should have realized it some time ago, but his own worries had overshadowed it all. Silently pondering, he looked up to Gokou with a frown. "Dad won't train with you."
"But see that's where you can come in!" Gokou exclaimed, that Son grin across his face. "C'mon, Trunks, I know you can do something! You're smart! Can't you figure something out? Please? I really miss Vejita."
I miss him too.
Trunks didn't speak those words aloud, even though he was aching to do so. He agreed it was time for Vejita to ascend, if only so he could watch his father beat Gokou into a bloody pulp that not even the most advanced version of a rejuvenation chamber could repair. With a faint sigh of defeat, Trunks climbed to his feet and crossed the large bedroom, avoiding piles of clothing. His eyes briefly caught sight of the Torture Bag sitting in the corner of the room… waiting to be used.
He paused before the window, glancing up, eyes rising to gaze upon the nearly full moon. Tomorrow it would be completely full, and chaos would rein supreme over all of Chikyuu as the Saiyajin, demi-Saiyajin, and even semi-Saiyajin Bura and Pan went completely insane.
"Tomorrow night," Trunks whispered, turning to Gokou. Not realizing what tomorrow night was, Gokou grinned and nodded. A moment passed before he vanished again, leaving Trunks in silence, still standing next to the window, realizing that this would be the end.
The question was: The end of what?
~*~
The sounds of shrieking echoed throughout the Son home in the city, causing people walking down the sidewalks to pause and glance up with worry. Inside the large home that belonged to the daughter of Satan-san, Videl, for the first time in her life, dropped her daughter.
Thankfully, the young Pan already knew how to fly.
"Videl!" shouted Gohan with worry as he rushed into his daughter's bedroom, afraid that something terrible had happened. He found Videl sporting a nasty and bloody wound on her arm, and the little hovering Pan licking away the blood that coated her lips. Shocked by the scene, he stepped over towards his wife and looked down to the wound. "What happened?"
"That… beast bit me!" Videl shouted, pointing to Pan.
Gohan had never heard Videl say such a horrible thing, especially about their daughter! "Videl! What…" he trailed off as he caught sight of Pan's blank lifeless eyes. With a gasp he looked out the window, seeing the nightlife vivid with bright moonlight. The streetlights were barely needed. Tonight was a full moon! Shit!
Until today, when each full moon came Gohan had always strategically taken Pan to his parent's house, or talked Bulma into letting the child spend the night with Bura, anything he could think of to keep his daughter and wife apart. It had finally slipped his mind, and now he would not only have to try vainly to keep Pan tamed, but also keep Videl from going insane.
Rushing over to his daughter, he grabbed the brown-haired semi-Saiyajin by the leg and tugged her down, wishing she'd been born with a tail. If she had, simply petting it or yanking it would cause her calmness or unconsciousness… but no! She was only partly Saiyajin. He made a mental note to try and make a formula that would cause Pan's tail to grow back… of course the transformation of Oozaru would have to be considered… but now there were more important things to deal with.
He tugged the semi-Saiyajin from the air and clung to her as she shirked out at a high-pitched yell that caused glass to tremble. Videl gasped out, covering her ears. "GOHAN! What's going on?"
"Ouch!" Gohan shouted as Pan bit into his chest, even through the cloth of his shirt. As it stained with blood, she managed to wiggle free of his grip and dart out of the room. Crashing sounds followed. "Uh… Videl, honey, we need to talk…"
~*~
"DAMN IT, VEJITA!"
Trunks heard his mother's voice echo through the entire mansion of Capsule Corporations. He winced, pausing at the head of the staircase. Despite everything, he couldn't help chuckling softly. There was another loud shriek, a painful thud, and then the whistle-cry of a demonic young Saiyajin princess.
There was a reason Saiyajin transformed beneath the full moon. It was to unleash the animalistic violent instincts that were subdued the rest of the time. Without their tail, they had no method to unleash those powers, so when the moon became full it exploded in endless violent and passionate acts.
Trunks pitied Videl and Bulma.
"Oi! Bura-chan!"
There was an excited sequel as the young blue-haired chibi flew down the hallway, nearly passing her brother before halting midair and jumping into his arms. Trunks grinned as he patted her hair, allowing her to nibble on his throat. She wouldn't break the skin, however, for she could sense that another had already claimed Trunks. Nevertheless, her hunger was causing her to wriggle with desire, and if she didn't taste or smell blood soon someone might be thrust into a hospital before dawn rose. Tugging his little sister, he stuck his index finger in her mouth, barely wincing as her teeth camped down, sucking.
"Oh thank Kami, Trunks!" Bulma sighed as she staggered into the hallway, a cut across her forehead and hair in turmoil. Trunks smiled. "Sorry mom, but I've got to go in a minute. Gokou is coming. We're going to go talk to dad."
"No! Trunks, please, I need you…"
"It's okay," he grinned, nodding to the kitchen. "Just lock Bura in the training room and throw in some raw meat. Maybe even turn it on. The kiddo could use some training."
"You sound like your father," Bulma sighed, reaching out for the kid. Trunks returned the child to her arms, watching as Bura cried in protest and tried to rip herself away. He laughed aloud as Bura succeeded, flying down the hallways in the opposite direction of the gravity room. Bulma cried out and chased the child.
~*~
Conclusion next!
~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.
Trunks was not surprised when Gokou appeared before him during the middle of the night, one of those happy goofy grins plastered on his annoying face. "Trunks!" he exclaimed in a whisper, circling the bed to sit on the end of it. Trunks pulled away, knotting himself into a small ball against the wall on the opposite side, glaring silently at Gokou.
Things had not been perfect, Trunks had realized. Without Vejita here, tending to the two, things were quickly falling apart. Trunks had realized that he wanted his father - completely. It was time to be selfish! A threesome was destined to fail, Trunks realized, and he hated himself for being so blind to think it could ever work. Sure, he liked Gokou enough to screw him senseless every now and then, but Gokou was… well… Gokou! The man was not Saiyajin in the true sense of the word. He didn't know what true bloodlust was! Trunks couldn't love a man who didn't know any emotion outside of anger and joy. Gokou didn't know what pain was.
That was why Vejita was so cruel to the Saiyajin during sex. He was trying to make Gokou realize just what accompanied the title of Saiyajin! Gokou may have the blood, but that didn't mean shit. Vejita had realized the futility of Gokou's case, and had abandoned it.
"What do you want?"
Gokou grinned, completely lost to the rage that overwhelmed Trunks. "Sorry to come over so late, but I need your help Trunks. I was wondering if you could help Vejita let me train with him."
Trunks gave Gokou a blank stare. Of course, Gokou only took this as a sign of confusion and wanting to learn more, so he quickly continued. "See, I figured that if I can get Vejita to train with me, then I can help him ascend, and he won't think that I'm better than him anymore."
Better than him! Trunks wanted to snort. The day that Gokou was better than anyway would be a cold icy day in hell. "You are not better than my father."
"I know that, Trunks!" Gokou said with a sigh, shaking his head. "That's what Vejita thinks, though. Just because I'm a level above him, he thinks that I think I'm better than him."
So that was what all this was about - the power. Trunks was quick to realize that he was the least powerful of them all, barely reaching USSJ unless fused with Goten. He should have realized it some time ago, but his own worries had overshadowed it all. Silently pondering, he looked up to Gokou with a frown. "Dad won't train with you."
"But see that's where you can come in!" Gokou exclaimed, that Son grin across his face. "C'mon, Trunks, I know you can do something! You're smart! Can't you figure something out? Please? I really miss Vejita."
I miss him too.
Trunks didn't speak those words aloud, even though he was aching to do so. He agreed it was time for Vejita to ascend, if only so he could watch his father beat Gokou into a bloody pulp that not even the most advanced version of a rejuvenation chamber could repair. With a faint sigh of defeat, Trunks climbed to his feet and crossed the large bedroom, avoiding piles of clothing. His eyes briefly caught sight of the Torture Bag sitting in the corner of the room… waiting to be used.
He paused before the window, glancing up, eyes rising to gaze upon the nearly full moon. Tomorrow it would be completely full, and chaos would rein supreme over all of Chikyuu as the Saiyajin, demi-Saiyajin, and even semi-Saiyajin Bura and Pan went completely insane.
"Tomorrow night," Trunks whispered, turning to Gokou. Not realizing what tomorrow night was, Gokou grinned and nodded. A moment passed before he vanished again, leaving Trunks in silence, still standing next to the window, realizing that this would be the end.
The question was: The end of what?
~*~
The sounds of shrieking echoed throughout the Son home in the city, causing people walking down the sidewalks to pause and glance up with worry. Inside the large home that belonged to the daughter of Satan-san, Videl, for the first time in her life, dropped her daughter.
Thankfully, the young Pan already knew how to fly.
"Videl!" shouted Gohan with worry as he rushed into his daughter's bedroom, afraid that something terrible had happened. He found Videl sporting a nasty and bloody wound on her arm, and the little hovering Pan licking away the blood that coated her lips. Shocked by the scene, he stepped over towards his wife and looked down to the wound. "What happened?"
"That… beast bit me!" Videl shouted, pointing to Pan.
Gohan had never heard Videl say such a horrible thing, especially about their daughter! "Videl! What…" he trailed off as he caught sight of Pan's blank lifeless eyes. With a gasp he looked out the window, seeing the nightlife vivid with bright moonlight. The streetlights were barely needed. Tonight was a full moon! Shit!
Until today, when each full moon came Gohan had always strategically taken Pan to his parent's house, or talked Bulma into letting the child spend the night with Bura, anything he could think of to keep his daughter and wife apart. It had finally slipped his mind, and now he would not only have to try vainly to keep Pan tamed, but also keep Videl from going insane.
Rushing over to his daughter, he grabbed the brown-haired semi-Saiyajin by the leg and tugged her down, wishing she'd been born with a tail. If she had, simply petting it or yanking it would cause her calmness or unconsciousness… but no! She was only partly Saiyajin. He made a mental note to try and make a formula that would cause Pan's tail to grow back… of course the transformation of Oozaru would have to be considered… but now there were more important things to deal with.
He tugged the semi-Saiyajin from the air and clung to her as she shirked out at a high-pitched yell that caused glass to tremble. Videl gasped out, covering her ears. "GOHAN! What's going on?"
"Ouch!" Gohan shouted as Pan bit into his chest, even through the cloth of his shirt. As it stained with blood, she managed to wiggle free of his grip and dart out of the room. Crashing sounds followed. "Uh… Videl, honey, we need to talk…"
~*~
"DAMN IT, VEJITA!"
Trunks heard his mother's voice echo through the entire mansion of Capsule Corporations. He winced, pausing at the head of the staircase. Despite everything, he couldn't help chuckling softly. There was another loud shriek, a painful thud, and then the whistle-cry of a demonic young Saiyajin princess.
There was a reason Saiyajin transformed beneath the full moon. It was to unleash the animalistic violent instincts that were subdued the rest of the time. Without their tail, they had no method to unleash those powers, so when the moon became full it exploded in endless violent and passionate acts.
Trunks pitied Videl and Bulma.
"Oi! Bura-chan!"
There was an excited sequel as the young blue-haired chibi flew down the hallway, nearly passing her brother before halting midair and jumping into his arms. Trunks grinned as he patted her hair, allowing her to nibble on his throat. She wouldn't break the skin, however, for she could sense that another had already claimed Trunks. Nevertheless, her hunger was causing her to wriggle with desire, and if she didn't taste or smell blood soon someone might be thrust into a hospital before dawn rose. Tugging his little sister, he stuck his index finger in her mouth, barely wincing as her teeth camped down, sucking.
"Oh thank Kami, Trunks!" Bulma sighed as she staggered into the hallway, a cut across her forehead and hair in turmoil. Trunks smiled. "Sorry mom, but I've got to go in a minute. Gokou is coming. We're going to go talk to dad."
"No! Trunks, please, I need you…"
"It's okay," he grinned, nodding to the kitchen. "Just lock Bura in the training room and throw in some raw meat. Maybe even turn it on. The kiddo could use some training."
"You sound like your father," Bulma sighed, reaching out for the kid. Trunks returned the child to her arms, watching as Bura cried in protest and tried to rip herself away. He laughed aloud as Bura succeeded, flying down the hallways in the opposite direction of the gravity room. Bulma cried out and chased the child.
~*~
Conclusion next!
~Jady