Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ Oh No, The World Is A Scary Place ( Chapter 10 )

Down With The Sickness

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Combinations of Trunks, Gohan, Goten, Gokou, and Vejita

Warnings: incest, yaoi, incest, lemon, incest, violence, incest, smut… incest.

Summary: Trunks and Gohan are both in love… with their own special loves.

(Don't assume anything!) However, when they start to notice others, they begin to wonder…

Author's Notes: WARNING!!!! Implied incest and shota (aka underage sex)

Oh No, The World Is A Scary Place:

`Unworthy coward,' Trunks thought as the door slammed closed behind Gohan. Vejita ignored the panicked demi-Saiyajin, remaining still as he rested against the coffee table, eyes lidded, a satisfied smirk on his lips. Trunks remained silent as a quietness descended the room. He still knelt at Vejita's side, his seed drying on the floor around his knees, body growing cold from his cooling sweat. Both he and Vejita needed a shower, but the Saiyajin no Ouji seemed quite content.

Licking his dry lips, Trunks pulled his knees to his chest, crossing his ankles as he watched his father breathe. Why did Vejita always seem so content with the universe? He had been ripped away from his home planet as a child, thrust into a world of madness and slavery, used and abused by a disgusting creature that Trunks could not even imagine, and now, these days, he never seemed to frown unless he was angry with Trunks.

For years, Trunks had been watching his father, desperate to learn everything he could about Vejita. Even as a child, he would always take careful notice of the Saiyajin. During parties, Vejita would stand in the background, a small smile on his lips, arms folded over his chest, trying to sustain a façade of pride and standoffishness. Nevertheless, during those gatherings, he would always have a smile on his lips, amusement in his eyes. It was as if Chikyuu was his entertainment, there only for the purpose of giving the royal Saiyajin something to do while he wasn't sparring.

Maybe that was it, Trunks mused. Perhaps that was the way Vejita viewed the planet. Wasn't it only natural to stop hating something after so many years? He had grown sick of his contempt for the planet he was stuck on, so he accepted it and tried to like it, and in doing so he had found himself something that offered him laughter. He would sit back and watch ningen in their daily lives, wandering around like chickens with their heads cut off as they struggled to find their place in a universe that didn't even realize they existed.

It was like seeing Vejita in an entirely different light… but at the same time, it was still his sensual father. Vejita was still the arrogant Saiyajin no Ouji who wouldn't utter the word `love' if his life depended on it. Sometimes, Trunks wondered if the Saiyajin even knew what love was. Maybe they didn't have it on Vejitasei. Saiyajin fought and bred… they didn't have love. They had fucks and screws, food and orgies, but it was doubtful they knew love.

"Will you stop staring at me?" Vejita's gruff voice broke through Trunks' thoughts, causing him to blink. Adverting his eyes immediately, Trunks struggled not to apologize. Vejita was annoyed with him enough as it was. A dark gaze fell on the young demi, causing him to shiver. "Go on and say it."

"Say what?" Trunks' voice wavered.

"Whatever the fuck you're thinking. It will be bugging you all day if you don't just say it, and I'm tired of dealing with your girlishness."

Trunks winced at the words, staring blankly at the stain on the hardwood floor, wondering how such pleasure could come from a man who would kill Trunks as easily as he would fuck him. "I…" he struggled for the words, looking up at his father's strong features through his bangs. "I think that… I'm falling in love with you."

The laugh that echoed from Vejita cut through Trunks' soul.

Climbing to his feet, Vejita did not respond. He merely continued chuckling as he gathered his pants and pulled them on, shaking his head. The waistband snapped against the prince's skin and he gazed down at the lavender-haired teenager. "I'm your father, Trunks. Love me, hate me, fuck me… I don't care." Cerulean eyes grew wide at the harsh words. Vejita's hands rose to his hips as the Saiyajin no Ouji smirked. "Trunks, all that matters to me is you carry on the strength of my people… and that you obey your prince." He strode forward and gripped Trunks' lilac locks, hands twisting and yanking the teenager to his feet. Trunks winced, whimpering at the slight pain. "And you will do these things for me." Vejita's eyes narrowed. It was a command, and he wanted a response. Trunks dry lips parted. "Of course," he whimpered. Did Vejita really have to ask those questions?

Everything was slowly crumbling. Vejita didn't give a damn about how he felt. Vejita wanted the Saiyajin line to continue and be strong, and he wanted obedience from his fuck toy. A pleased gleam sparked in midnight eyes and he nodded. "I'm going to take a shower."

Dropping Trunks to the floor, Vejita walked out of the room. Cold azure eyes stared blankly ahead, watching as the door swung open and Vejita stalked out, heading towards the nearest bathroom. For long moments, Trunks merely sat there on his knees, hearing the hurtful words echo in his thoughts. Vejita didn't love him. Vejita didn't care about him. Vejita had never cared about him… or anyone. It was doubtful the prince even realized he had a wife or daughter either.

So why wasn't Trunks angry or upset? Why wasn't he cursing Vejita's name and vowing never to call Vejita his father again? Trunks licked his lips and slowly rose to his feet, running his hands through the damp locks of hair that brushed against his cheeks. He arched his back in an almost catlike manner, stretching his hands above his head, his spine curving with the movement, rising onto his toes. Yes, the words were cruel, but they had come from Vejita's luscious, warm and wet lips. Vejita was the Saiyajin no Ouji. He expected everyone to bow before him, to ensure his place as the ruler of their dying race.

Trunks could offer him that security.

He felt sexually alive now, as this realization flooded over him. Everything burned and vibrated with life, each inch of his skin. Without bothering with clothes, he gracefully walked across the room, each movement having refinement that only a royal warrior could possess. He moved through the hallway, passing his baby sister's room, and halted at the bathroom to push open the doorway.

The room was thick with heat and steam. Vejita stood beneath the shower's spray, the crystalline door blurry. Just faintly, Trunks could see the outline of his father's godlike sculpted body and for the first time, he noted just how similar the two of them were in size, shape, and appearance. Both were relatively small and compact, but not lacking a manly, muscular build. They each had the royal arrogance that seemed to scream power with each stride, as well as commanded attention and obedience.

Obedience… Trunks smirked at the thought. Vejita wanted obedience from him… but maybe it should be the other way around. His smirk grew larger, into a devious, plotting grin. That was why Vejita had cursed him so, snarled those cruel words. It was time for Trunks to take control, allow his Saiyajin instincts to engulf him and guide him in all manners. It was time for him to take his rightful place as the Saiyajin no Ouji.

Stalking forward into the bathroom, he slid back the glass door and stepped inside, sliding it closed and savoring the deathly click that echoed out above the whisper of the water's spray. Vejita turned towards him, chest and arms soapy, body glowing beneath the strong lights in the ceiling. The lilac-haired demi grinned, holding his chin high, his eyes filled with power and pride. Everything was so simple now. Vejita stared straight at him, like looking at a brick wall, examining the cracks. Trunks raised a brow before lunging, throwing his father back against the pale beige of the shower, holding him down with one hand.

"You're wrong, Vejita," he leered, leaning down, brushing their lips gently together. "I mean more to you than you can admit. Yeah, I'll play your little pet outside in the real world but here…" his hand roamed down Vejita's abdomen, fingers curling in the dark mound, "…when it's just you and I, things aren't going to be so simple. I'll continue the Saiyajin line. I'll pleasure you in ways you can't imagine. But you know you need me… just like I need you."

Leaning down, he claimed Vejita's lips in a rough kiss that left them both breathless. Vejita grew hard in Trunks' hand, as the soft, unblemished skin tortured him, drawing the arousal out of him. He didn't fight the dominant grip, but he also didn't respond to the tongue that stroked the roof of his mouth, though he couldn't repress every shiver that overwhelmed him.

Trunks pulled back after a long, drawn out moment, panting for breath as he stroked the now throbbing cock in his hand. Determined azure eyes stared down at the lithe prince that rested against the walls, eyes lidded. It was a long moment before Vejita's lips finally moved. "That's a lovely fantasy you have, Trunks."

Lips parted in a silent gasp.

Black eyes snapped open. The younger prince was thrown back against the shower, striking the wall and sliding down, water spraying in his eyes. "Denial must be a powerful thing." Vejita shook back his half-limp hair, wiping away the last remains of soap that covered his chest. "The facts are simple Trunks. You BELONG to me!" He reached down, snatching the teenager's throat and hauling him to his feet. "You are MY plaything. Dream and fantasize about it all you want, but it will NEVER be the other way around. And don't get smart on me, boy. I don't need you to continue the Saiyajin line. If you've forgotten, allow me to remind you that you now have a baby sister who is quite capable of giving the Saiyajin line heirs. You're nothing but a good fuck to replace the pitiful definition of sex you're mother seems to live by."

Trunks wanted to speak, but the hand around his throat had all but cut off his oxygen. Spots were flashing in his vision. His mind, however, was spinning. He'd been so sure! This couldn't be true!

Denial, though, was a very powerful thing.

"Of course, I'm sure you haven't forgotten about your baby sister." Vejita spat, throwing Trunks back down to the ground. The water cut off abruptly. "I wouldn't be surprised if she is pregnant now," he snarled. "Barely the age of one, and already a sex toy. This is supposed to be better than serving Furiza?" Narrowed onyx eyes dropped to Trunks. "You disgust me, boy."

Vejita shoved open the shower door, grabbed a robe from the wall, and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving Trunks on the floor, shaking.

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TBC