Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ I Can See Inside You ( Chapter 1 )

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

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...
A/N: Hugs and big glomps to Shi-Saiyan for betaing!! LOVE YOUUUUU!


I Can See Inside You:

In disappointment and annoyance, Vejita stared at his wife. Bulma slumbered
at his side, blanket wrapped around her bare breasts. Her chest moved up and down slowly with each breath. One hand with painted green fingernails rested
atop his stomach. Vejita sighed, eyes turning to the slender fingers, staring at
the offensive color. It seemed so unnatural, the things this woman did. Makeup,
hair products... paints? The more years he spent with Bulma, the more he
began to despise her. She sickened him, the un-Saiyajin things she did, the
un-Saiyajin way she acted.

Groaning to himself, Vejita climbed out of the bed and yanked on a loose pair
of boxers. The night between them - as far as Bulma was concerned - had
been nothing but passionate... love-making. Vejita scowled at the term. What happened to fucking, screwing, mating? No... it had to be some sweet ningen
term that took all the fun out of it. Bulma wanted to be touched, stroked,
tickled and petted over. Vejita wanted violence and blood, struggles for
dominance. Bulma had nearly lost her mind the first time he'd bitten her. It
had only been a little scrape, but she hadn't spoken to the prince for the next
three weeks in pure terror of him.

Vejita muttered curses of annoyance as he left the bedroom. The "night of love-
making" had been pure shit. Vejita was aching for something wild and violent.
He wanted his mate to bruise him, to shove him against a wall and make him scream her name. Bulma would never do anything like that. She just wasn't
kinky or vicious enough.

It left Vejita wanting.

He wanted so much more than it all. He wanted a mate that hungered for him
the way drug addicts hungered for their next pill, the way alcoholics hungered
for their next drink. That was the way it was supposed to be. He wanted a mate that would lay down their life for him, that would fear for him and care about
his thoughts. Vejita scowled at the thoughts. Now HE was sounding like Bulma.

Something had to change... and soon.

Vejita paused midway down the hall, glancing in at his daughter, the one
normal thing in his life. Little Bura Oujo was sleeping contently in her crib, tail curled around her stomach, pale blue blanket wrapped in her arms like a pet.
He smiled at the small child and briefly thought about getting her a small
animal. All princesses on Vejita-sei were given guardian pets as children.
Low-class power-hungry Saiyajin always had a tendency to go after the
females of the royal dynasty in a vain attempt to end the line.

Pulling back, Vejita gently shut the door and continued on towards the gravity room. Midway there, however, he paused as he heard quiet rock music playing
for the boy's room. Vejita scowled at the noise and moved towards the room, pushing open the door. Was Trunks out of his mind? He might wake Bura.
Vejita stepped into the room and paused, black eyes wide.

Moonlight ran through the windows, playing along the curves of the bear and sweaty body. A large bottle of cherry-scented lube sat on the small nightstand,
beside a little alarm clock that read just a few hours after midnight.
Nightclothes were strewn out across the floor in annoyance, the bed sheets
kicked back.

Atop those clothes sheets, with his knees bent and legs spread, Trunks purred
as his hand ran up and down the long length of a throbbing arousal. He
moaned aloud, heels digging into the mattress as his hips jerked up to met
each downward pump. His hands were dripping with the lube, causing small
sloppy noises with each movements. Trunks' free hand was clutching his balls, tugging and teasing them.

Vejita bit down on his lip to keep himself from moaning as he felt himself
growing even harder. It was bad enough not getting any satisfaction from his
wife, but then finding one person who might be able to provide it as they
were pleasing themselves. He shook his head with a silently sigh. Trunks was
his son, not some random Saiyajin he could fuck as he pleased. Vejita turned
aside to walk out of the room. There was no reason to embarrass Trunks or
himself by letting the kid know he'd stumbled in.

"Ugh... Ve... Vejita...."

It caused Vejita to spin, that whispered prayer of his name. He stared at the lavender-haired prince with wide black eyes, watching as Trunks moaned,
coming closer to climax with each desperate thrust. Vejita's lips parted and he found himself unable to speak or think. Trunks... Trunks was fantasizing about
HIM! The parted lips slowly faded as a grin replaced it. Vejita stepped further
into the room and paused at the end of the bed, listening to the desperate whimpers that came from Trunks' parted lips. The boy did look quite delicious....

"Yes?" he responded.

Trunks yelped and jumped up, hitting the back of the wall with a gasp. His eyes widened and his cheeks became a blood-red in embarrassment. He grabbed a pillow at his side and shoved it against his erection, panting for breath as he trembled. Vejita chuckled softly. The boy was too much like his mother, but
Vejita was sure he could change that after a little while.

Vejita knelt down on the mattress, sitting back on his heels, and rubbing the
bulge beneath his shorts with a quirk of a brow at Trunks. Blue eyes followed
his hand and, if possible, grew even wider in disbelief. "D... Dad?" he whispered
nervously. Vejita chuckled and leaned forward, grabbing the pillow and tossing
it to the floor. In annoyance of the delay, Vejita sighed and reached out,
grabbing the boy's arousal and jerking him forward.

Trunks yelped in pain but fell directly into his father's arms. A harsh hand
gripped his hair and pulled Trunks forward into a brutal kiss while another
hand grabbed the boy's ass, nails digging into the skin, savoring the feel and
scent of blood that flowed from the wound. Trunks moaned against his mouth, becoming more than eager. Vejita grinned as a tongue stroked his bottom lip.
He knew it... he knew the kid wasn't completely humanized. Pride and lust filled
the Saiyajin no Ouji as he shoved Trunks onto his back and leaned down,
licking away the cherry lube. The boy had odd taste, however.

Moaning out, Trunks decided to ignore the strangeness and just consider it all a dream for the night. He'd been lusting for Vejita since as far back as he could remember, even before his small and brief infatuation with Gohan. Vejita's
tongue ran up the underside of his erection, sending violent shivers through
the boy. The tip of his need was engulfed in scorching heat and Trunks cried
out, tears staining his cheeks. He was on fire.... "Vejita... gods... Dad!" he cried
out, jerking up into the hot mouth. The tension from his almost-climax just moments ago had worn at his stamina. Trunks shot his seed deep into Vejita's mouth and he purred as he felt the throat contract as the elder prince
swallowed.

Trunks collapsed on the bed, watching imaginary stars twinkle in the back of
his eyelids. He felt Vejita licking away the last remnants of his fluids, nipping playfully at the skin. The elder prince slowly pulled back after a moment,
though, and Trunks waited for himself to wake up. There was movement on
the bed as Vejita shifted. Trunks sighed in contentment, eyelids sliding back
to see Vejita leaning over him, grabbing the cherry lube. Trunks' lips parted to question the meaning, but he quietly silenced himself with a nervous stare.
Vejita sat back and emptied a handful of the liquid into his palm, smirking
down at his son. "Lift your hips, boy," Vejita growled quietly, nodding towards
one of the many pillows behind his teenage son.

Unable to comprehend anything beyond the bedroom, Trunks grabbed one of
the pillows and rolled himself slightly upwards. Vejita grabbed the cushion and shoved it beneath Trunks' backside. Just as Trunks settled into the position, he gasped as something slid into his opening. Vejita laughed above him, sliding
the finger out and already inserting another one. The double set played along
his walls, searching around and plunging deeper until Trunks thought either
he'd explode or the entire hand would be engulfed by his walls. Vejita's fingers found whatever target they were searching for and stroked it harshly, causing Trunks to cry out and clench the intruders.

"You'll have to relax, kid," Vejita muttered. Trunks winced and sighed, allowing
his head to fall to one side as he tried to do as told. He breathed deeply, eyes staring out the window, watching the tree branches waving back and forth.
Another finger joined the duo and stroked that same spot again. Trunks whimpered, hands gripping at the sheets beneath him. He was growing hard
again, and the very second he realized it, so did Vejita. A hand circled his
arousal and stroked, matching pace with the fingers.

Trunks writhed as the strokes, both around his aching shaft and within his
caverns. He waited to wake up and find his shaft throbbing beneath the sheets,
but his alarm clock did not sound, and the sunlight didn't suddenly shine
against his closed eyelids. He was slowly beginning to realize that he wasn't
going to wake up.

Slick fingers slid out of him. A whimper of displeasure echoed out from
somewhere in Trunks' throat as he struggled vainly to maintain sanity. He tried
to sit up, but he paused as Vejita leaned over him, hands grabbing his hips,
pulling his backside closer. Knees were drawn up, shins held up by Vejita's shoulders. Trunks forgot to breathe as he felt the head of Vejita's throbbing
cock pressing against his entrance. Trunks' brows drew up with some mild fear,
but as Vejita shoved forward, it all exploded into nothingness.

Leaning down as he slowly pushed himself inside, savoring each inch of
tightness of his son's body, Vejita ran a rough tongue up Trunks' cheek, teeth piercing the skin of his earlobe. Trunks moaned, turning his head away and
bearing his neck. Vejita's gaze lingered on the exposed throat, an ironic smirk playing on his lips. He pondered the idea of a claim bite, but shoved it out of
his head... for the moment anyway. He kissed the bare skin, laughing quietly
as Trunks whimpered, knowing that something more was supposed to happen,
but not knowing what or how to make it happen. Vejita drew back, drawing the
hips further up as he pulled out and shoved back in harder, earning a painful
growl of ecstasy from the demi-Saiyajin.

Trunks' lidded eyes grew wide as he stared up at his father. He began to rock
back, moving against each thrust as they grew quicker. Trunks' rigid shaft
rubbed against Vejita's abdomen, adding to the rising friction between them.
Vejita closed his eyes, savoring the sugary scent of sex, listening to every
youthful and confused sound that was ripped from Trunks' chest. Beneath the
moans, he could hear the quiet rumble of purrs that even his boy didn't realize
he was making. Vejita groaned out at the sound. How many years had it been
since he'd heard that delicious sound? It sent shivers through his spine.
"Damn," he cursed aloud, feeling himself stumbling over the edge.

"No... gods, wait!" Trunks cried out almost frantically. Vejita found himself
shoved to the side and watched with wide eyes as Trunks shoved him onto his back, holding him down by the shoulders, their bodies still connected. Kneeling
on either side of his father, Trunks shoved himself down on the length, head
tossed back with a moan. Vejita laughed aloud, almost madly with amusement.
He watched as Trunks jerked himself up and down, the boy's own hardness
flapping in the air. Trunks' hands fisted the sheets around his knees, ripping
the fabrics with each upwards thrust of his hips.

Sweat gleamed off the boy's face and chest. Moonlight continued to show
faintly through the windows. Vejita's laughter died off as he felt the walls
around him tighten, the boy reaching his own completion. Lidded midnight
eyes watched each movement, seeing each ripple of the boy's muscles and he struggled not to scream. A faint trickle of blood ran from the corner of his
mouth as Trunks bit down on his tongue. Vejita could smell the blood... almost
taste it....

"V- Vejita!" Trunks cried out before releasing the sheets, clamping his hands
around his mouth to muffle the ecstatic shrieks that followed. Vejita turned his head aside as the boy's seed spilt across his chest. Trunks' howls slowly faded
into whimpers as he collapsed over his father, hands on either side of Vejita, holding him up, but far enough down that they could feel each other's breath,
hear each other's heartbeats.

Trunks forced himself into silence, staring down at the muscular, semen-covered chest. He focused his fuzzy vision enough to stare at the darkly tanned skin, his mind wondering if that sound coming from within Vejita's chest was a purr.

Weary, confused, but satiated azure eyes wondered up from the moist chest to meet onyx black. Vejita was staring at him, a charming smirk on luscious
bruised lips. He crooked an eyebrow. "Don't think you're finished yet, boy."

Blue eyes grew wide as Trunks realized his father's hard shaft was still deeply buried in his opening. He leaned back slightly, savoring the fullness he felt. It seemed to fit so perfectly inside him, as if made to be right there, buried within him, at home. The soft rumbling grew stronger as he moaned, drawing himself
up.

Vejita grabbed his arm and yanked him forward, ripping his shaft free.

Trunks fell over his father, their noses brushing together. "Wha..." he
exclaimed. Before he could finish, Trunks was silenced midway through the
word with a harsh kiss, which only lasted a second by a callous fist grabbing
his hair, yanking him back. He yelped in pain, but paused as he watched Vejita
slid back, sitting up against the wall behind his bed. Vejita's grip grew gentler.
He pulled Trunks forward, forcing the body down onto his hands without any
pain. "Clean me up, kid," he whispered, voice full of daring. Daring Trunks to disobey or daring him to do it - the demi-Saiyajin hadn't a clue.

Leaning forward, Trunks' tongue darted out, running a path upwards, starting
just below the stiff shaft and ending just at the end of Vejita's neckline. He
grinned at the sticky bitter taste, eyeing Vejita as he licked his lips. Trunks'
own taste wasn't bad, but he was wondering what Vejita tasted like. He
lowered his head again, gaze lingering on Vejita's for moments longer than necessary. He began lower, tongue gently teasing the hairs around the elder prince's cock, before rising back up, over the neckline, teeth scraping the skin. Trunks savored to the longing sigh before again lowering, this time ignoring
Vejita's chest, taking in the firm ache as deep as he could, feeling the moist tip
of the arousal brushing against the back of his throat. He hummed softly,
random notes from endless rock songs he knew, and struggled not to laugh as
he not only heard, but felt Vejita shiver.

"You... fucking... sick fucker!" Vejita growled, gripping the back of Trunks' head
and jerking him down as Vejita lost all control. Scorching hotness exploded
from within the hard shaft, coating Trunks' throat. Nearly choking, Trunks
ripped himself back, coughing softly and wiping at his mouth. Vejita laughed
from the bed, grinning as he watched Trunks clean himself up and regain his breath. Trunks stared down at him with a raised brow before chuckling and
laying down beside his father, watching as Vejita tried to stop laughing.

~*~


TBC...