Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Desires Left Under the Willow Tree ❯ It couldnt hurt... ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: korngirl2020 
Just another day of sparring?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Just another day of sparring?
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 261 | Status: Completed
Chapter 3
Description: What was I thinking?
Warnings: Malexmale goodness of all kinds and language, duh Vegeta is in the fic… and a slight elude to some "incestual" nature
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*Knock knock knock*
“Father wake up, it’s me Mari, I've come to visit for the weekend.”
“Fuck. Alright alright boy, god dammit.*Grumbles* Fuckin kid…wakin me up…” Looking down at his fully erect ‘problem’, Vegeta rolls out of bed, still thinking about the re-occurring dream he kept having… That valley that he still had never found, Kakkarot following him there and having his way with him, but he always woke up before it got too far, and made him long for more. He storms over to the door and flings it open, Mari turns beet red and whips around. “Father! Do you realize your-“
“I’m what? Tired? Angry from being awaken out of a perfectly good slumber?” Vegeta was about to strangle the boy from the future. “No, I mean…No, your naked, and..Well um..” Mari fumbled with his words and stumbled around for a way to say ‘hey dad you got some major morning wood saluting the world and it’s not helping that you’re in the buff'. "Your becoming annoying boy...Wait downstairs and I'll be down soon enough."
Before Trunks could utter a response the door quickly slammed in his face. Vegeta stormed off to the shower to take care of his no so little problem. Looking in the mirror after turning on the hot shower, scoffing at his scars, how they marred his skin from years of ruthless battle, they seemed to lay a cloak over his sharply defined muscles. Yet Goku's skin, so smooth and soft to the touch, not beaten and battered from years of bloodshed, he groaned as his cock throbbed at the thought of running his calloused fingers over his silky skin. As a hand softly trailed along the sharp lines of his abs, his other hand began slowly stroking his heated need, he sighed wishing that it was his beloved Kakkarot that was touching him slowly, softly. He wanted to smell that primal Sayajin musk that Goku permeated when they were in a heated training session, wanted to have his breath on his neck as...
"Father! I know your probably in the shower, but if you can hear me I am gonna head out to the training room and warm up..." Vegeta was snapped out of his fantasy, opening his eyes he realized the mirror was completely fogged, how he had been standing there he didn't really know, but by the time he finished yelling at Mari through the door about constantly pestering him and stepped a foot in the shower it was barely luke warm.
Taking his first few steps into the training room Trunks knew this session was going to be very, very painful. The scowl on Vegeta's face was enough to tell him that he needs to not bug him when he's still in his bedroom, although the show this morning wasn't half bad. He could easily admit he was attracted to his fathers appearance, and he never felt awkward about it probably due to the whole 'thats not my actual father, I'm from a different time...' issue. His tensed muscles, stern erection, and slight stagger when he threw open the door told him right there that he was dreaming about something that he wanted, and bad. Oh how Trunks wished it was him at times, he lost Gohan to early in life to form a sexual bond with him in his time line, though he did love him the proper way to express it never came.
"Boy are you ready or should I come back when your done in 'lala' land?"
"Oh, oh right sorry Father..."
As soon as the gravity was turned on the fists went flying. Explosions, screams, punishing blows rang through the chamber, the air of two men wanting something they both feel they can never have, the frustration and sexual tension filled the air around the two men. Hours felt like minutes in their minds but their bodies began to take a toll, movements slow, heavy breathing, a heavy blow promised that the other wasn't getting up as fast as before.
"You getting tired boy? If so you can just leave, I don't want your slow ass getting seriously hurt just because you cant block a simple punch." Trunks was slightly taken back but then took a good look at the Prince. "Father you look pretty exhausted yourself, I think we should just call it a day..."
Vegeta hadn't realized that his legs were shaking un till Mari made that statement, he corrected himself and got back into a fighting stance, but the exhaustion took ahold of him and he fell backwards onto the training room floor. "Father!" Trunks ran over to the smaller man and propped him up with his arms, Vegeta was nearly passed out and mumbling incoherently. "Are you ok? Father? Vegeta?"
"unh...Ka-...Kakkarot...Where are...you"
Trunks' eyes widened to the size of saucer plates, was he calling out for Goku? But why? Then it all became clear. Vegeta wanted Goku, maybe even loved him... Trunks felt a sting of jealousy hit him in the chest as he listened to the man he secretly pined for call out for another...
Trunks quickly scooped up Vegeta and took him to the house, he later found out that the prince was so preoccupied lately he had been skipping meals, which was causing the dizzy and fainting spells, after gently placing Vegeta on the couch Trunks decided to whip up a big dinner for the both of them.
A nice 3 course dinner, something he learned to do with all the countless hours of nothing else better to do. Trunks decided it was time to try and wake Vegeta up, but he looked so peaceful and calm, beautiful. "Hey Vegeta, dinners ready." He sat down on couch next to the sleeping prince, he was in scutch a deep sleep and Trunks was relieved due to his hands reaching over and unconsciously grazing a hand along his soft cheek. Wait, what am I doing? If he wakes up he would kill me, or worse, hate me for what I am doing, thinking...But his skin is so soft....Maybe if I just....Just this once....
Trunks slowly leaned over and placed his soft lips against Vegeta's. "mph, Kakkarot..." Trunks was hurt that he thought that the kiss was being given by Goku, but this would more than likely be the only chance he would be given a willing, passionate kiss to him. Leaning further into the kiss their arms became entangled in one-another, until their kiss was interrupted by the front door opening... And a very cheerful voice...
"Hey Vegeta! I smell something cooking! And man am I hungry.. Mind if I join you befo-wha????"
TBC
Hah! leaving you guys hanging....what an awkward situation to walk into....
Comment and lemme know hat you think!
Description: What was I thinking?
Warnings: Malexmale goodness of all kinds and language, duh Vegeta is in the fic… and a slight elude to some "incestual" nature
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*Knock knock knock*
“Father wake up, it’s me Mari, I've come to visit for the weekend.”
“Fuck. Alright alright boy, god dammit.*Grumbles* Fuckin kid…wakin me up…” Looking down at his fully erect ‘problem’, Vegeta rolls out of bed, still thinking about the re-occurring dream he kept having… That valley that he still had never found, Kakkarot following him there and having his way with him, but he always woke up before it got too far, and made him long for more. He storms over to the door and flings it open, Mari turns beet red and whips around. “Father! Do you realize your-“
“I’m what? Tired? Angry from being awaken out of a perfectly good slumber?” Vegeta was about to strangle the boy from the future. “No, I mean…No, your naked, and..Well um..” Mari fumbled with his words and stumbled around for a way to say ‘hey dad you got some major morning wood saluting the world and it’s not helping that you’re in the buff'. "Your becoming annoying boy...Wait downstairs and I'll be down soon enough."
Before Trunks could utter a response the door quickly slammed in his face. Vegeta stormed off to the shower to take care of his no so little problem. Looking in the mirror after turning on the hot shower, scoffing at his scars, how they marred his skin from years of ruthless battle, they seemed to lay a cloak over his sharply defined muscles. Yet Goku's skin, so smooth and soft to the touch, not beaten and battered from years of bloodshed, he groaned as his cock throbbed at the thought of running his calloused fingers over his silky skin. As a hand softly trailed along the sharp lines of his abs, his other hand began slowly stroking his heated need, he sighed wishing that it was his beloved Kakkarot that was touching him slowly, softly. He wanted to smell that primal Sayajin musk that Goku permeated when they were in a heated training session, wanted to have his breath on his neck as...
"Father! I know your probably in the shower, but if you can hear me I am gonna head out to the training room and warm up..." Vegeta was snapped out of his fantasy, opening his eyes he realized the mirror was completely fogged, how he had been standing there he didn't really know, but by the time he finished yelling at Mari through the door about constantly pestering him and stepped a foot in the shower it was barely luke warm.
Taking his first few steps into the training room Trunks knew this session was going to be very, very painful. The scowl on Vegeta's face was enough to tell him that he needs to not bug him when he's still in his bedroom, although the show this morning wasn't half bad. He could easily admit he was attracted to his fathers appearance, and he never felt awkward about it probably due to the whole 'thats not my actual father, I'm from a different time...' issue. His tensed muscles, stern erection, and slight stagger when he threw open the door told him right there that he was dreaming about something that he wanted, and bad. Oh how Trunks wished it was him at times, he lost Gohan to early in life to form a sexual bond with him in his time line, though he did love him the proper way to express it never came.
"Boy are you ready or should I come back when your done in 'lala' land?"
"Oh, oh right sorry Father..."
As soon as the gravity was turned on the fists went flying. Explosions, screams, punishing blows rang through the chamber, the air of two men wanting something they both feel they can never have, the frustration and sexual tension filled the air around the two men. Hours felt like minutes in their minds but their bodies began to take a toll, movements slow, heavy breathing, a heavy blow promised that the other wasn't getting up as fast as before.
"You getting tired boy? If so you can just leave, I don't want your slow ass getting seriously hurt just because you cant block a simple punch." Trunks was slightly taken back but then took a good look at the Prince. "Father you look pretty exhausted yourself, I think we should just call it a day..."
Vegeta hadn't realized that his legs were shaking un till Mari made that statement, he corrected himself and got back into a fighting stance, but the exhaustion took ahold of him and he fell backwards onto the training room floor. "Father!" Trunks ran over to the smaller man and propped him up with his arms, Vegeta was nearly passed out and mumbling incoherently. "Are you ok? Father? Vegeta?"
"unh...Ka-...Kakkarot...Where are...you"
Trunks' eyes widened to the size of saucer plates, was he calling out for Goku? But why? Then it all became clear. Vegeta wanted Goku, maybe even loved him... Trunks felt a sting of jealousy hit him in the chest as he listened to the man he secretly pined for call out for another...
Trunks quickly scooped up Vegeta and took him to the house, he later found out that the prince was so preoccupied lately he had been skipping meals, which was causing the dizzy and fainting spells, after gently placing Vegeta on the couch Trunks decided to whip up a big dinner for the both of them.
A nice 3 course dinner, something he learned to do with all the countless hours of nothing else better to do. Trunks decided it was time to try and wake Vegeta up, but he looked so peaceful and calm, beautiful. "Hey Vegeta, dinners ready." He sat down on couch next to the sleeping prince, he was in scutch a deep sleep and Trunks was relieved due to his hands reaching over and unconsciously grazing a hand along his soft cheek. Wait, what am I doing? If he wakes up he would kill me, or worse, hate me for what I am doing, thinking...But his skin is so soft....Maybe if I just....Just this once....
Trunks slowly leaned over and placed his soft lips against Vegeta's. "mph, Kakkarot..." Trunks was hurt that he thought that the kiss was being given by Goku, but this would more than likely be the only chance he would be given a willing, passionate kiss to him. Leaning further into the kiss their arms became entangled in one-another, until their kiss was interrupted by the front door opening... And a very cheerful voice...
"Hey Vegeta! I smell something cooking! And man am I hungry.. Mind if I join you befo-wha????"
TBC
Hah! leaving you guys hanging....what an awkward situation to walk into....
Comment and lemme know hat you think!