Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Down With The Sickness ❯ It Seems You’re Having Some Trouble ( Chapter 7 )

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…

It Seems You're Having Some Trouble:

(AKA… The God Vejita! *giggles*)

Walls clamped down around his shaft as Gohan cried out with his own sick bliss. Trunks snarled in disgust as his body settled beneath his grasp. Gohan's ass was still held up in Trunks' firm hands, with the prince's hard shaft buried tightly within the opening, head still brushed against the collection of nerves deep inside. He ached with his hardness, but the idea of finding satisfaction in Gohan anymore left him with a disgusted shameful feeling. Trunks rose to his feet, yanking himself out of Gohan's entrance, and stormed over to the plush crimson sofa that Vejita had rested on just moments ago.

His scent was still so strong.

Trunks sat down, stretching himself across the cushions, trying to will his arousal away. Fat chance of that, with Vejita just strides away, knelt down in front of the half-conscious and satiated Son Gohan. Vejita's body was glossed by a thin layer of sweat across his torso. His thick cock jutted forward towards Gohan. Trunks licked his lips hungrily, trying to rip his gaze away… and failing.

"Why don't you finish what you began a little while ago, boy?" Vejita purred, reaching down and grabbing Gohan's head, pulling it towards the object of the younger prince's desire. Gohan, barely able to recall his name, much less comprehend any sentence that didn't involve the words `fuck', `food', or `sleep', allowed the Saiyajin no Ouji to pull him up to his knees and over Vejita.

Moving to sit back against the coffee table in front of Trunks, Vejita rested his arms on the cold glass surface and watched with a smirk as Gohan's sex instincts took over with the sight of the hardened shaft. Eager to please his prince, Gohan licked the thick lollypop from base to tip before engulfing it whole.

Trunks swallowed the moan that threatened to tear from his throat. Vejita, once again proving his powers as god, smirked. Lidded midnight eyes drifted to his son as a tongue darted out to moisten already wet lips.

This could not be happening.

"Gohan's still ready for you," Vejita purred, nodding to the bobbing head. Gohan was getting just a little too into his actions. Cheeks were sucked in, face flushed, hands running up and down Vejita's thighs with each movement. Vejita gave a breathless sigh as his head fell back, hips bucking against the hands that held them down.

Trunks purred at the godly sight that was his father. Vejita's back was arched, head tossed back, upswept hair pressed against the surface of the table. Trunks wanted to caress that moist skin, feel the hardness inside him instead of seeing it inside of Gohan's unworthy filthy mouth. He winced against the strain in his shaft, eyes traveling up to catch Vejita's stare.

No wonder Vejita didn't want him. Trunks was just as sickening as Gohan! He was getting aroused watching that damnable fucker suck off his father! Trunks turned away, unable to bear his father's stare for a moment longer. Why had Vejita even allowed him to remain in the room? He should have been sent away the very moment his jealousy overpowered his loyalty to Vejita. Shame welled up inside him and he moved to leave. Gohan - Gohan of all people! - was more worthy of Vejita than he.

"Sit your ass down."

Trunks paused before he had taken two steps. He looked over his shoulder, into blank black eyes that sent a shiver through his soul. Could he do nothing right? Trunks turned his back to his father, folding his arms over his chest as he struggled to keep back tears that were threatening to flow. Now, dear gods, he was being weak. No wonder Vejita had begun to favor Gohan. Who wouldn't, when forced to choose between the goofy yet skilled sex machine and this weak lilac-haired freak?!

"Did you hear me, boy!" Vejita snarled, his hand striking the table. Trunks jumped and spun around, chewing on his bottom lip. "Father… I'm so sorry!" he pleaded, falling to his knees at Vejita's side. Scowling, Vejita shook his head and reached out, tangling his hand in the soft mane of hair and tugging Trunks forward. Their lips met fiercely and Trunks was more than willing to allow Vejita's tongue admittance in his mouth. Arms encircling the elder prince's neck, Trunks gasped as he felt a strong hand encircle his aching shaft. "Da…" he nearly yelped before silenced against by Vejita's lips.

Vejita's strong scent engulfed Trunks, hand stroking swiftly, matching the pace that Gohan had set. Trunks moaned, unable and lacking the desire to draw out this madness for a moment longer than necessary. He jerked against the hand with each stroke and within moments couldn't find the air he needed to breathe. Vejita always seemed to do this, make him forget how to think, how to live without those strokes. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Vejita moaning as Gohan brought the elder prince to climax, but the disgust, for the moment, had subsided with the need for release.

"Oh God!" snarled Trunks. Gohan blinked at the cry just seconds before he felt Vejita's warm sticky essence explode from the shaft, sliding down his throat and forcing him to swallow as breath became an issue.

Sitting back on his heels, Gohan licked his lips, watching Vejita's chest rise and fall as the Saiyajin no Ouji fell from his height. Trunks leaned over the table, head buried within his folded arms. Vejita's hand and the floor was covered with the teenager's seed.

"Yeah…" Vejita chuckled, gaze slowly turning to Trunks. "God… that would be me."

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TBC

~Jady