Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Claimed Love ❯ Conclusion ( Chapter 9 )

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

Claimed Love - (9/9)
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.

Sequel Possibility: A good 86%


Exhausted from his training, sweaty, and hungry, Vejita watched impatiently as the large bear-sized fish cooked above the fire. His stomach rumbled faintly from the delicious smell of cooked meat, but of course there was that other faint rumble deep inside the Saiyajin no Ouji… that lust that he'd idiotically been denying himself of for days, and it was driving him completely insane.

Seeing Trunks, even if it was just in his mind's eye, in that position, completely dependant on him for pleasure and sanity, completely willing to be a slave or anything Vejita demanded had been unbearable. It had taken all of Vejita's self control not to jump in the sky, return to his boy, and fuck him senseless.

Instead like some baka he'd found himself taking a very cold bath in a stream, but it had done little but make him shiver.

And to make matters worse, as if the gods above and below were completely against him, that full moon was strangling his control.

Grabbing a fist full of meat off the animal, Vejita bit into him, savoring the blood that still coated the slightly cooked meat. He hadn't gutted the animal, or skinned it. The scales clung to his fingers before he shook them away with a disgusted grunt. It was warm out here, despite the breeze, but that could have just been his feverish blood.

He snarled as he sensed their approach, and just seconds later Trunks and Gokou appeared, side-by-side, dedicated to make his life a living hell.

However, as Vejita looked the two Saiyajin males over, he found himself speechless. The full moon had a definite effect on Gokou. There was that shimmer of insanity in his black eyes. His chest was rising and falling with each heartbeat. He was, in the truest since, now Kakarrotto. Without his tail to transform, that pure desire for destruction had completely overwhelmed him. Gokou didn't speak, didn't move. Vejita doubted that the man trusted himself to do so.

Vejita rose to his feet, glaring at Trunks hatefully. The demi-Saiyajin seemed perfectly in control, but Vejita was quick to notice that the lavender-haired teen held something in his right hand.

"My bag," Vejita grinned, reaching out and ripping it away. Trunks allowed the motion with a faint smirk that sent shivers down the prince's spine. He reached out, grabbing Trunks' long hair, and pulled the boy forth in a bruising kiss that left the demi-Saiyajin's lips swollen and luscious.

Slowly, Vejita turned to stand before Kakarrotto, looking into the eyes that had been watching like a starving lion. He grinned at the thought and held his head high. "You look like you want to eat me, Kakarrotto," he stated aloud with a raised brow.

To Vejita's great surprise, Gokou grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him back. Vejita stumbled over the edge of the fire, feeling the flame's licking his leg, before landing back against the fallen log he'd been sitting on moments ago. In less than a blink of the eye, Gokou had knelt before him and ripped away his pants, revealing the almost completely hard shaft. A warm mouth engulfed the prince completely, a curious hand taunting his balls. Vejita yelped as teeth grazed him, and briefly he wondered where the bag had gone.

Trunks appeared in his line of sight, and there was obvious distaste in his blue eyes, but he remained silent. Trunks grabbed the fallen bag and stepped near the two, watching with anger.

Despite the fact he wanted to beat Gokou senseless for many endless reasons, make him scream so loud the birds flew in terror, and kill him for disobedience of his command to stay away, Vejita found his hand snaking down, grabbing the back of Gokou's head and urging the motions. The mouth grew tighter as a tongue roughly ran along the shaft with each bob of the head. Vejita was moaning in seconds, gasping prayers to gods and forcing that head down as his hands gripped the mane roughly. His first climax came quickly and quietly, and with slit eyes he watched as Gokou swallowed, licking him clean with a grin.

"Disgusting," Vejita snarled once he'd regained his breath, kicking the Saiyajin back. Gokou struck the fire, sending the uncooked fish to the dirt. He yelped as the flames burnt his skin, catching his gi on fire. Moving quickly he doused the flames with his ki and rose to his feet, teeth bearing at Vejita in rage.

The Saiyajin no Ouji stood, tossing away the remains of his torn clothing, having no modesty like most Saiyajin. He did sense the approving eyes of his son running up and down his body, but his rage with Gokou made him ignore that fact for the moment.

After that little scene with his son, Vejita had done a great bit of thinking. He still had yet to come up with an answer, but he had drawn some conclusions. The facts were simple as he saw them - as he always saw them. Trunks loved him, and respected his title despite the fact that Vejita-sei was dead, knowing just how important Saiyajin rituals were to Vejita. Gokou cared about him, and desired him, but Vejita doubted it was true love. Gokou didn't understand what mating was, just as he didn't understand what marriage meant to humans. He had no qualms about fucking Trunks, but Trunks did. He could sense it every time; the fact that he was always lurking in his son's mind while Gokou took Trunks. Perhaps the hatred of Gokou about the power levels was affecting him and his thoughts, but Vejita couldn't give a damn. Gokou thought he loved Vejita… but Vejita knew Gokou didn't.

Not the way Saiyajin loved.

"Nothing but a liar and a coward. You've no pride," he snarled, reaching down and grabbing the man. In one swift toss Gokou was at the edge of the clearing, once again against a tree. "Vejita!" he exclaimed, voice threatening. Gokou had no respect. With that tone, Gokou had proved Vejita's suspicions. The claimed never demanded anything of their dominator, and Gokou was demanding. "Sickening," he growled softly.

Trunks moved to stand beside his father, a faint grin on his face. He dropped the bag beside the fire and smirked at Gokou. The Saiyajin had completely forgotten about the deal with his overpowering instincts guiding him in each idiotic move. He stepped beside his father, forcing the grin from his face. "Gomen," he whispered softly. Vejita glanced at him, eyes wide with slight shock of the apology. "No need," he responded. He wouldn't admit that he was to blame for their problems, but Trunks understood and knew.

"Vejita! You are my mate!" Gokou snarled as his ki grew. Vejita fell into a defensive stance, his own power rising to match Gokou's. "No, Kakarrotto, you belong to me! You do as I say!"

Gokou did pause briefly, and Trunks smiled as an idea came to him. Stepping against his father, Trunks pressed a taunting hand on his father's slender bare hip, eyeing Gokou with a hentai gleam in his eye. "Dad, why don't we give the little slave an order?"

"You are mocking my entire race, Trunks!" snarled the prince as he grabbed his son's hair and forced Trunks to his knees. The teen yelped in pain, but fell nevertheless. "I think you are right, though," Vejita continued after a moment much to Trunks' surprise. Vejita glanced over to Gokou with a sadistic expression that sent waves of arousal through Trunks. "You don't seem to understand, Kakarrotto, so I'll show you. Our bond is over. We are mates no more. Trunks is my bond mate, my lover. You'll just have to learn."

Pulling Trunks closer, the teenager was more than willing to grasp his father's hardening shaft in his lips, fingers looping around the base. Even to this day he still couldn't swallow the entire thing. Patiently, so to arouse his father and torment Gokou, Trunks sucked the tip, relishing each purr of pleasure. Vejita patted his hair, long slender fingers running through those lavender locks in approval. Trunks coated the length with his saliva, knowing what was coming next, and within only moments he found himself shoved to the ground.

Staring into Gokou's black eyes, Vejita knelt behind his boy, shoving down Trunk's pants, ripping the material slightly in his quick motions. He grabbed those firm cheeks as he slammed inside Trunks, not giving a damn about preparing the boy. Trunks was used to this by now - and indeed Trunks was. He moaned out with pleasure, fingers digging into the mud and grass as he felt Vejita thrust within him brutally, never speaking a word. He could feel the tension between the two Saiyajin warriors with each rock of his father's hips, but Trunks couldn't care less. He moved against Vejita's each motion, nearly screaming when he felt his father's fingers touch the head of his own need and caressing the tip.

Gokou watched with rage as Trunks shrieked in climax. As those muscles inside clamped down around Vejita, the Saiyajin no Ouji was quick to follow with a snarl, hands digging into his son's sides, drawing blood. The scent of Saiyajin blood caused Gokou to ache with desire. He wanted to touch himself, or to go over there and take one of them, but he was frozen there, watching and wanting.

Trunks was trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but he managed to climb to his knees as he felt Vejita's length exit from him. Vejita rose to his feet, licking his own blood covered fingers.

Mockingly, he stepped before Gokou, gazing and laughing softly. "What is it, Kakarrotto? You want some?" he leaned forward, running a taunting tongue against Gokou's bottom lip. The younger Saiyajin whispered a quiet sigh, eyes sliding shut, but a cruel hand clawed into his stomach, drawing blood. Gokou cried out softly, yanking himself away with a snarl. Vejita chuckled and raised a brow. "I'll make you a deal, Kakarrotto. Our little games can go on. The three of us can still continue playing now and then, but only with both Trunks and I… not just one of us… ever… and believe me, the next time the three of us play, expect a lot of pain."

~*~

So that's the way things went from then on. Father and I remained mated permanently, and even did this other little ritual that bound us together for… well, forever, I suppose. Not only do we hear each other's thoughts and occasionally see through each other's eyes, but now we feel what each other feels. It's strange… and hard to describe. It's really a merging of souls, I believe. Things really didn't change, in all honesty. Gokou barely remembered that day, expect for that last little part. Apparently the pain of having fingers three inches into his stomach had snapped him out of his stupor long enough to hear that little threat.

Vejita remained with Bulma, raising Bura and me. Gokou returned to Chichi, and remained loyal to her most of the time, but every once and awhile, usually around the full moon, he would return, and oh Vejita would have fun with him. Even I grew a little sick with the things Dad did, occasionally having to leave the room before I hurled, but it was still fun to watch Gokou be tortured.

I never slept with Gokou again, though. The nearest we've come is Gokou sucking me off, but that was for Vejita's amusement, at his demand. I can barely stand to stare at the Saiyajin out of my rage and jealousy.

But for Dad I stick it through. I know he still cares about Gokou, and what we do he finds pleasure and happiness in.

Of course, this was all before Dad finally reached the third level of Super Saiyajin…

…but that's another story.


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