Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ Come On ( Chapter 13 )

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…

Come On:

Azure eyes watched obsidian eyes tremble just faintly. The Saiyajin before Trunks backed against the far wall, hands pressing against the cool surface, shaking his head every few seconds in desperate denial. Was it really that hard to believe that little Gohan wasn't so innocent anymore? Gokou really was as idiotic and naïve as everyone claimed him. Trunks hadn't believed it until now, but its truth was painfully obvious. He scowled at the warrior and stepped in front of Gokou. "I could tell you things about your son that would have you waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, Gokou!" His words were harsh and cruel, but so truthful. "You don't know anything about your son! The things he has done… the things he and Videl do… they would even shock Vejita. No one knows Son Gohan! No one, you baka!"

A fist met Trunks' face. His jaw snapped and the demi jerked back with a snarl. Bangs over his eyes, Trunks gazed up at the feral warrior before him. Midnight eyes were narrowed in rage. Hands were clenched at his sides. Gokou was on the brink of madness and Trunks couldn't help but love every moment. It was about time the famous Son Gokou failed at something! Shaking back the damp locks of lilac, Trunks paced across the hallway and shoved Gokou back with a scowl. "I don't give a damn what you think! I don't care if you do believe I raped Gohan! So what? Vejita doesn't want me anymore! Kill me!" There was a quiet desperation in his voice that even Trunks didn't recognize. It sent shivers down his spine, the thought of finally being rid of all the sickness and pain that he seemed engulfed by. He didn't ever want to see Bura's horrified confused stares. He didn't want to hear Vejita's quiet growls of sex and kink. He was tired of Bulma's quiet innocent giggles. He didn't want to see Gohan's hateful face, or Goten's glaring eyes.

"Come on, Kakarrotto! Protect your son! Kill the man who fucked him! Do it!"

Gokou's fist lunged, striking Trunks. The demi went flying backwards, crashing into a small wooden table. A vase shattered, water spilling across the floor, dying lilies crushed under Trunks' weight. Shaking back hair again, Trunks glared at Gokou approached, a growl rumbling deep in the warrior's throat. Trunks didn't care. He was too tired of it all. He wanted it to end and he wanted it to end now. There wasn't anything left in this world for him. Bulma could run Capsule Corporations and give it to Bura when the girl was old enough. Vejita barely even realized he had a son, and that was only when he was horny. Goten hated him. Gohan despised him. What was there to live for?

Climbing to his feet, Trunks returned the blow. The elder Saiyajin's head snapped back, but Gokou was quick to recover, grabbing Trunks by the shoulders and hauling him against the wall with a snarl. "You fucking moron! You think I'll let you get off so damn easily?" A hand fisted the material of Trunks' sweats and yanked, leaving him exposed to the coolness of the air-conditioned hallway. He shivered, glaring down into obsidian eyes that were burning with pure madness. It made him writhe with anticipation, the excitement, the violence. He couldn't care if he wanted to, the fact that it was ending was just too powerful.

Thrown to the floor, Trunks grunted as his knees slid against wood. He shoved himself up from the floor on his hands, but stilled as a calloused fingertips dug into his skin. Trunks tensed, glancing over his shoulder and watching with lidded eyes as Gokou yanked away the blue sash that circled his hips, tossing it aside and allowing the pants to slid down over his hips, exposing the hardness that had formed. Trunks leaned down on his elbows, wanting the pain, wanting to be punished for not being good enough for Vejita… or Goten… or Gohan. He gritted his teeth as he felt the head of Gokou's shaft intruding his entrance.

It was then, the ningen side of Gokou realized what the hell was happening.

Trunks growled as Gokou paused, a quiet gasp escaping his lips. The lilac-haired haired demi scowled in annoyance, the head of the aching shaft pressed just far enough inside him to make him squirm. "Do it, you fucker!" he snarled.

Gokou was frozen behind Trunks, black eyes wide in horror. His gaze met Trunks' as the prince craned his head, rising up on his hands. A smirk played across soft lips and Gokou moaned as Trunks shoved his hips back, engulfing Gokou's cock without the warrior's consent. Gokou fell over Trunks, nails drawing blood from soft pale skin. "Damn you, Trunks," he hissed, breathing in the sweet scent of soap as he rested his forehead against the warrior's spine, waiting for the wild sensations to settle. "This…"

"Isn't love," Trunks muttered in annoyance, eyelids shut tightly as he saw his father's smirking face. He smiled at the image, rocking back against Gokou with a quiet purr. There were always substitutions when things couldn't be possessed. Gokou would make a fine replacement while the Saiyajin no Ouji was occupied elsewhere, and with Gokou, Trunks could have time to develop a plan to again prove himself to his father. Things would work out, he knew. Trunks moaned softly as Gokou pulled out and drove back in, developing a heated, desperate pace.

Their moans echoed out through the hallway, just outside of the sleeping princess's bedroom, just a few feet away from the mother's bedroom. Grunts and groans were drawn, blood spilling across the floorboards, moonlight spilling in from windows nearby, harsh lights in the ceiling chasing away natural shadows of night. Gokou struggled not to sob against the mad sensations, the lusts that were burning inside him. Trunks… oh gods, Trunks was so tight… tighter than his sons, much hotter than his sons… so delicious smelling. He hungered for more, and so he drove for more. Blood flowed freely across his fingertips. He released one hip to lick the blood-coated digit, moaning and thrusting at the sweet taste. He snarled loudly he felt his end approaching, driving deeper into the blood-lubed entrance, aching to hear the same sounds from the prince beneath him. He had conquered royalty, and it left him wanting to do it again.

Trunks cried out as the force of Gokou's movements drove him down against the floor, chest striking the wood with each movement. Each movement so frantic, it left him throbbing and trembling, and he couldn't hold on for a second longer. A scream tore from Trunks' throat as he reached his height, and only seconds after his seed had spilled across the floor, he heard the dominant Saiyajin follow, felt the essence fill him and escape around the limp shaft.

He sighed with relief, resting his head atop his folded arms, sighing gently as Gokou pulled out and collapsed against the wall, panting. Moments of long awkward silence passed as the two just remained still, breathing - Trunks on his knees, ass propped up in the air, indefinable liquids dripping between his legs, Gokou sitting on the floor, hands between his folded legs, head tossed back.

Sweet Bura continued sleeping in her bedroom.

"This isn't right," Gokou whispered after a moment.

Trunks sat up, vainly running a hand through his lavender locks. He smirked at Gokou, shrugging his shoulders. "Who cares?"

Gokou watched as Trunks climbed to his feet, offering a familiar mischievous smirk, one that frighteningly reminded Gokou of the Saiyajin no Ouji. He swallowed nervously as Trunks gathered his destroyed pants and left the hallway, moving down towards his bedroom just around the corner. Gokou climbed shakily to his feet, realizing that the words he had spoken weren't the complete truth. It may have been wrong… but it had felt so right.

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