Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crowned Evil ❯ New Students ( Chapter 8 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Jady 
Ooo... look, Videl's homophobic (lol)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 447 | Status: Work In Progress
Ooo... look, Videl's homophobic (lol)
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.16.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 447 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 8: New Students
Videl stood before the mirror in the bathroom that was connected to the small bedroom Bulma had been in. Outside Trunks waited for her. Bulma had left Capsule Corporations, claiming she had work to do for Capsule Industries, but Videl truly didn't believe her excuse. Something more seemed to be going on, but she didn't have the faintest clue what it was. Then again, she could be wrong. Bulma Briefs could just be a very emotionally unbalanced woman by nature.
Turning to the side, she continued to examine her knew haircut. It was far to short in her opinion. The locks curled down around her ears in dull points and the shortness caused the hair to frizz out, as if she hadn't brushed her hair in weeks. Shaking it off, she made a mental note to start using some type of moose or gel and stepped out of the bathroom with a small shrug to the young lavender-haired child.
"Trunks! Kami, Trunks, where are you?" came a shrill shriek outside the bedroom. Trunks spun with a bright smile and darted out into the hallway, jumping up and down. "Here, Goten!"
"Trunks! I've been looking everywhere for you! Thank, Kami!" Videl stepped to the door and peaked out to see the little black haired mini-version of Gohan skid to a halt in front of his friend. "Guess what, Trunks! Gohan said that he might train me! I think maybe he doesn't hate me!"
Videl's lips parted in shock as she watched Trunks smile. "That's great, Goten! Is Gohan upset that it's taken so long. She's done primping, I think." He spun to the shocked Videl, ignoring her look of horror. "Are you? Gohan doesn't like to wait. Come on!" With that, the young boy darted down the hallway with Goten at his heels. Videl stepped out into the hallway, watching their vanishing forms. Damn, they could run fast.
~*~
Looking down upon the slowly returning demi-Saiyajin, Gohan rose up, allowing the limp length of Mirai Trunks to slide out of his entrance. His hand lowered to his own still hard length, grabbing it at the base and slowly tugging down. His lips parted at the sensation, seeing Vejita's firm backside taunting him as he tugged on himself. Gohan was suddenly forced to a halt in his pleasure when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He looked up to see the silted eyes of Trunks staring at him. His fingers were gently pulled away as Trunks pushed him back against the wall.
Gohan leaned back against the wall, head resting back as he silently observed Trunks leaning down in front of the long object between his legs. His lips parted, unsure of whether he wanted the lavender-haired future boy to do this or not. He moved to slide away, but Trunks' hand gripped tightly on his thigh, forcing him down. Cheeks flushed, Trunks looked up to the young Gohan and smiled. "I forgot how young you are," he said quietly. Gohan glared down at him as rage overwhelmed, ready to shove Trunks back and reopen the wound that had finally begun to heal in his stomach, but Trunks suddenly moved down, his lips engulfing Gohan's need. He jerked at the warm sensation, hips shooting upwards, forcing his length further into Trunks' throat as his hands gripped in the lavender locks with a fierce moan. Just as Gohan thought he would finally die, Trunks began to slide backwards. The coldness in the starch white gravity room quickly became apparent. Gohan shivered, feelings his nipples hardness unbearable. His hands raked the white floors as he tried to cry out and unleash all the screams that were echoing in his soul, but he found himself deathly silent as he stared at the ceiling. Trunks moved in again as a pace began to develop, growing quicker with each stroke. Gohan tried to look down to the future version of his brother's best friend, but he couldn't stand to stare for longer than a moment as his brain began to short-circuit. Gohan trusted his hips up, matching each jerk of Trunks' talented lips.
Gohan was finally able to scream as Trunks' fingertips began to caress the balls beneath his arousal. He roared mightily as his length was completely consumed, his speed spilling down the young man's tight throat. Against the wall he collapsed, gasping for breath that he couldn't find. Gohan watched in silence as Trunks sat back on his heels, shaking back his growing mane and wiping at his lips. Gohan's vision was fuzzy, and he blinked multiple times to clear it. Trunks may not have had his father's endowment, but he was twice the lover that Vejita was. Gohan scratched as his damp head and moved to attempt to stand, but he paused, still on the floor, as the door swung opened. Goten and chibi Trunks skidded through the door, halting instantly as they saw the nude Mirai Trunks and half naked Gohan. Goten remained silent; afraid of angering his brother, but chibi Trunks was not one to hold his lips closed. "Kami-sama!" he exclaimed, ducking behind Goten. In response, Goten whimpered and backed away, not liking the fact that he was a shield of Gohan's wrath. Gohan, in too good of a mood to care, rose to his feet and tucked himself away just as a huffing Videl stepped into the room. Mirai Trunks, uncomfortable not in front of a son of Gokou or a younger version of himself but in front of the girl, ducked behind the dressed Gohan.
Finding his clothes was not an option. Gohan had been sure to perfect the embarrassing situation by shredding all the fabrics. Videl paused as she entered the room and quick spun around with a quiet gasp, shielding her eyes with her hand. Gohan chuckled, leaning his head back against Trunks' shoulder with a quiet purr. Trunks returned the quiet sound, his hand reaching around to encircle Gohan's waist, only to find the youth drawing away. "Videl, let me see your hair," Gohan called out to her. Videl turned and winced as she again saw the nude prince's son. She focused her eyes on Gohan, a little disgusted by the lack of shame and the pure fact that Gohan was homosexual. What would her father say if he knew she'd had a crush on a gay troublemaker? Gohan smiled at her, his eyes wondering over her face. He reached out, fingers tracing down her cheek. Videl stiffened as the digits ran down her jaw line, falling down her neck and circling back. Gohan suddenly tugged her forward, his lips descending on her. She cried out and shoved him back. "You faggot! Don't you dare touch me!"
Gohan paused, eyes narrowed with rage. He was quick to transform his emotions, as if a inner switch rested inside him. "Very well, Videl," he muttered with a chuckle, stepping back to the side of the nude Mirai Trunks who was desperately clinging the ripped partials of clothing over his more private areas. Gohan leaned against Trunks, his elbow resting on Trunks' shoulder. "So, I believe that you had a request of me? A few moves, maybe to learn a few tricks - what shall it be?"
Her stomach clinched inside as she watched the cocky bastard lean against his conquered bitch. With a huff she turned and stormed out of the gravity chamber, hearing Gohan's laughter following her.
Mirai Trunks watched as she vanished through the door before stepping back and shoving Gohan away. "You sick ass," he snarled, grabbing the torn shirt and circling it around his waist like a thin black towel. "What kind of hentai are you?"
"Kind you like," Gohan muttered in response, his eyes preoccupied as he watched chibi Trunks. If Mirai Trunks had this much talent with so little practice, what kind of lover would chibi Trunks become with a little experience. If Gohan weren't spent he would have been getting aroused again at the mere thought. Why not take both Goten and chibi Trunks under his wing, just as Vejita had done for him? His eyes turned as he noticed that Mirai Trunks had snarled out and turned, storming out of the room, his rage peaked. Gohan smirked as he watched the ends of the shirt wave, showing the firm buttocks of his new favorite lover. As the sultry form of Mirai Trunks faded, Gohan's eyes turned back to the two chibis cowering near the door. He smirked, and at the change Goten stepped forward with pleading eyes. "Please, big brother… I didn't…"
"Shut up," Gohan sighed, arms folding over his chest. This was going to take a long time.
~*~
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Videl stood before the mirror in the bathroom that was connected to the small bedroom Bulma had been in. Outside Trunks waited for her. Bulma had left Capsule Corporations, claiming she had work to do for Capsule Industries, but Videl truly didn't believe her excuse. Something more seemed to be going on, but she didn't have the faintest clue what it was. Then again, she could be wrong. Bulma Briefs could just be a very emotionally unbalanced woman by nature.
Turning to the side, she continued to examine her knew haircut. It was far to short in her opinion. The locks curled down around her ears in dull points and the shortness caused the hair to frizz out, as if she hadn't brushed her hair in weeks. Shaking it off, she made a mental note to start using some type of moose or gel and stepped out of the bathroom with a small shrug to the young lavender-haired child.
"Trunks! Kami, Trunks, where are you?" came a shrill shriek outside the bedroom. Trunks spun with a bright smile and darted out into the hallway, jumping up and down. "Here, Goten!"
"Trunks! I've been looking everywhere for you! Thank, Kami!" Videl stepped to the door and peaked out to see the little black haired mini-version of Gohan skid to a halt in front of his friend. "Guess what, Trunks! Gohan said that he might train me! I think maybe he doesn't hate me!"
Videl's lips parted in shock as she watched Trunks smile. "That's great, Goten! Is Gohan upset that it's taken so long. She's done primping, I think." He spun to the shocked Videl, ignoring her look of horror. "Are you? Gohan doesn't like to wait. Come on!" With that, the young boy darted down the hallway with Goten at his heels. Videl stepped out into the hallway, watching their vanishing forms. Damn, they could run fast.
~*~
Looking down upon the slowly returning demi-Saiyajin, Gohan rose up, allowing the limp length of Mirai Trunks to slide out of his entrance. His hand lowered to his own still hard length, grabbing it at the base and slowly tugging down. His lips parted at the sensation, seeing Vejita's firm backside taunting him as he tugged on himself. Gohan was suddenly forced to a halt in his pleasure when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He looked up to see the silted eyes of Trunks staring at him. His fingers were gently pulled away as Trunks pushed him back against the wall.
Gohan leaned back against the wall, head resting back as he silently observed Trunks leaning down in front of the long object between his legs. His lips parted, unsure of whether he wanted the lavender-haired future boy to do this or not. He moved to slide away, but Trunks' hand gripped tightly on his thigh, forcing him down. Cheeks flushed, Trunks looked up to the young Gohan and smiled. "I forgot how young you are," he said quietly. Gohan glared down at him as rage overwhelmed, ready to shove Trunks back and reopen the wound that had finally begun to heal in his stomach, but Trunks suddenly moved down, his lips engulfing Gohan's need. He jerked at the warm sensation, hips shooting upwards, forcing his length further into Trunks' throat as his hands gripped in the lavender locks with a fierce moan. Just as Gohan thought he would finally die, Trunks began to slide backwards. The coldness in the starch white gravity room quickly became apparent. Gohan shivered, feelings his nipples hardness unbearable. His hands raked the white floors as he tried to cry out and unleash all the screams that were echoing in his soul, but he found himself deathly silent as he stared at the ceiling. Trunks moved in again as a pace began to develop, growing quicker with each stroke. Gohan tried to look down to the future version of his brother's best friend, but he couldn't stand to stare for longer than a moment as his brain began to short-circuit. Gohan trusted his hips up, matching each jerk of Trunks' talented lips.
Gohan was finally able to scream as Trunks' fingertips began to caress the balls beneath his arousal. He roared mightily as his length was completely consumed, his speed spilling down the young man's tight throat. Against the wall he collapsed, gasping for breath that he couldn't find. Gohan watched in silence as Trunks sat back on his heels, shaking back his growing mane and wiping at his lips. Gohan's vision was fuzzy, and he blinked multiple times to clear it. Trunks may not have had his father's endowment, but he was twice the lover that Vejita was. Gohan scratched as his damp head and moved to attempt to stand, but he paused, still on the floor, as the door swung opened. Goten and chibi Trunks skidded through the door, halting instantly as they saw the nude Mirai Trunks and half naked Gohan. Goten remained silent; afraid of angering his brother, but chibi Trunks was not one to hold his lips closed. "Kami-sama!" he exclaimed, ducking behind Goten. In response, Goten whimpered and backed away, not liking the fact that he was a shield of Gohan's wrath. Gohan, in too good of a mood to care, rose to his feet and tucked himself away just as a huffing Videl stepped into the room. Mirai Trunks, uncomfortable not in front of a son of Gokou or a younger version of himself but in front of the girl, ducked behind the dressed Gohan.
Finding his clothes was not an option. Gohan had been sure to perfect the embarrassing situation by shredding all the fabrics. Videl paused as she entered the room and quick spun around with a quiet gasp, shielding her eyes with her hand. Gohan chuckled, leaning his head back against Trunks' shoulder with a quiet purr. Trunks returned the quiet sound, his hand reaching around to encircle Gohan's waist, only to find the youth drawing away. "Videl, let me see your hair," Gohan called out to her. Videl turned and winced as she again saw the nude prince's son. She focused her eyes on Gohan, a little disgusted by the lack of shame and the pure fact that Gohan was homosexual. What would her father say if he knew she'd had a crush on a gay troublemaker? Gohan smiled at her, his eyes wondering over her face. He reached out, fingers tracing down her cheek. Videl stiffened as the digits ran down her jaw line, falling down her neck and circling back. Gohan suddenly tugged her forward, his lips descending on her. She cried out and shoved him back. "You faggot! Don't you dare touch me!"
Gohan paused, eyes narrowed with rage. He was quick to transform his emotions, as if a inner switch rested inside him. "Very well, Videl," he muttered with a chuckle, stepping back to the side of the nude Mirai Trunks who was desperately clinging the ripped partials of clothing over his more private areas. Gohan leaned against Trunks, his elbow resting on Trunks' shoulder. "So, I believe that you had a request of me? A few moves, maybe to learn a few tricks - what shall it be?"
Her stomach clinched inside as she watched the cocky bastard lean against his conquered bitch. With a huff she turned and stormed out of the gravity chamber, hearing Gohan's laughter following her.
Mirai Trunks watched as she vanished through the door before stepping back and shoving Gohan away. "You sick ass," he snarled, grabbing the torn shirt and circling it around his waist like a thin black towel. "What kind of hentai are you?"
"Kind you like," Gohan muttered in response, his eyes preoccupied as he watched chibi Trunks. If Mirai Trunks had this much talent with so little practice, what kind of lover would chibi Trunks become with a little experience. If Gohan weren't spent he would have been getting aroused again at the mere thought. Why not take both Goten and chibi Trunks under his wing, just as Vejita had done for him? His eyes turned as he noticed that Mirai Trunks had snarled out and turned, storming out of the room, his rage peaked. Gohan smirked as he watched the ends of the shirt wave, showing the firm buttocks of his new favorite lover. As the sultry form of Mirai Trunks faded, Gohan's eyes turned back to the two chibis cowering near the door. He smirked, and at the change Goten stepped forward with pleading eyes. "Please, big brother… I didn't…"
"Shut up," Gohan sighed, arms folding over his chest. This was going to take a long time.
~*~
Tbc