Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Extra Innings ❯ Extra Innings ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lil Rocker Wolf 
Trunks didn't come to the past to lust after the Z Fighters. But he can't help but be after one...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.02.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
Trunks didn't come to the past to lust after the Z Fighters. But he can't help but be after one...
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 08.02.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 2.1K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Trunks, Yamcha and the idea of DragonBall Z is not mine. It is property of Akira Toriyama. I wish I owned Vegeta, though... This story includes Yaoi. If this is not for you, perhaps you'd like to read (and review) another of my stories? ^_^. I uh... Think I messed up their characters a bit, sorry about that.
*~*
' I have a game tonight. You should come.'
These words had echoed through Trunks' head all day. They were what Yamcha had told him that very morning at
Capsule Corp. At first, the boy thought he'd faint, but managed to put a nonchalant smile on his face, and shrug.
" Maybe..."
But inside the calm exterior, he was anything but. Come and watch Yamcha play baseball? He'd buy season tickets if the circumstances were better. Trunks wasn't in this time, his past, to watch sports events. He was there to save the world.
This was precious time, these ten days Cell had given them before the tournament. Trunks felt he could train no more. His body ached every night when he went to bed from the rigorous sparring Vegeta forced him to go through every day. And the Gravity room... Training at hundreds of times Earth's gravity. If he wasn't ready now, what would a few more days do?
So he'd decided to try and enjoy the last few days before the tournament. That is, enjoy it as much as one can when there is a threat to one's planet as great as Cell. His mother had approved of this. All around her, the people closest to her, her friends and family were pushing their bodies to the limits, preparing. Vegeta, however, stuck his nose in the air, and stated this to be ridiculous.
Trunks wasn't one for sports. But this was different. It was Yamcha. In the future, he didn't exist. Much to his surprise, upon traveling to the past, Trunks found out just what his mother had been talking about all this time when she reminisced about her first love.
So here he was, at the ballpark. It was the top of the ninth, and Yamcha was one out away from a win. As he paused before the pitch, the Saiyan watched his muscles move against the tight-fitting fabric of his uniform. Holy Cosmos, was he gorgeous.
STRIKE ONE!
At first, Trunks had attempted to deny his lust for Yamcha. After all, this was Yamcha. This man had wanted to marry his mother, for Kami's sake. Besides, he had traveled twenty years in to the past to preserve the future, not for-
STRIKE TWO!
... Romance. But he couldn't help it. And after a while, he couldn't resist. So he accepted his lust for the man, but said nothing. After all, he was just a kid in everyone's eyes. But then again, Trunks swore he saw Yamcha smile somewhat seductively at him a few innings before. These seats were great, right over the dugout, so of course, he'd have seen Yamcha do this. It was the part about the coy grin that made it unbelievable. After all, how many times in Trunks' life did something go right? That was why almost everyone was gone in the future, and his planet was on the brink of destruction.
Meanwhile, the crowd was on their feet, clapping and yelling for just one last strike. Trunks could feel the tension in the air, even though he hadn't really been in to the game. His attention had mostly been focused on Yamcha alone.
Yamcha prepared for what he and the crowd hoped would be the last pitch of the game. They were winning 3-2, with one man on second, and one wrong throw could tie or lead the game. The pitch...
STRIKE THREE! The crowd seemed to explode around Trunks. He watched Yamcha pump his fist in the air, and his teammates congratulate him.
As Trunks walked towards the parking lot, the bat boy approached him.
" Excuse me sir." The boy said. " But are you Trunks Briefs?"
Trunks nodded.
" Yamcha said he'd like for you to see him in his locker room, if you wish."
The violet-haired male felt his heart begin to pound...
*
Trunks paused outside the door to Yamcha's locker room. He smoothed down his hair, afraid the wind had tossed it about. Now that it was long, it was a lot harder to care for. Finally, he knocked on the door.
" Come in!" Came the older man's voice.
Swallowing nervously, Trunks came through the door, and closed it behind him. He nearly fell down as he watched Yamcha stand. There was a towel wrapped around his waist. This was the only thing he had on. He came over, and greeted Trunks, sending him a smile.
" Hey, man."
Trunks tried his best to keep his head, what with a nearly naked Yamcha in front of him.
" Hey... I don't know much about baseball, but good game out there."
Yamcha smiled.
" Thanks. You have a good time?"
I would have had to have been paying attention. Trunks thought, but told the man he did.
" Good."
Not thinking about anything else, Trunks let his eyes wander over Yamcha's body. Years of training and fighting and baseball had sculpted it in to a beautiful mass of muscles under creamy skin. As he looked farther north, the older fighter caught his eyes, and tried to hide his smirk with a kind smile.
Trunks quickly averted his eyes. But when Yamcha cupped his chin in his hand, he looked up at the older man, and found himself gazing in to his dark eyes.
" I saw that, Trunks..." Yamcha smiled a genuine smile.
The boy felt a small blush rise in his cheeks. Yamcha continued.
" It's what, three days until the tournament? Then you go home." He winked. " Are there any secret desires you'd like to indulge in before you go? I certainly wouldn't mind if the desire was me."
Trunks blinked. Nani...? Could his eyes have said that much? Or did he want Yamcha so much the man could smell it? He didn't know but his mind was wiped clean, for at that moment, Yamcha leaned in, and caught his mouth with his.
At first, Trunks froze. This was something he'd fantasized about so much... While in the Time Chamber, he'd gotten over Yamcha, but the moment he returned, and set eyes on him once again, his desires came rushing back. It had happened both times he was in it.
He continued to kiss Yamcha, and when the man's tongue ran along his lip, he opened his mouth, and their tongues danced slowly. Eventually, Yamcha broke the kiss, and the two gasped for breath.
" So..." Yamcha kissed Trunks' neck, his words entering his ear via soft whispers in between kisses. " Let's think of this as a going away present. What do you say?"
There was so much going on inside the demi-Saiyan. But in the end, he managed,
" Yes."
Yamcha smiled, and kissed his lips once. Slowly, he kneeled down in front of Trunks, and undid his belt and jeans. From Yamcha's actions, the Saiyan leaned his head against the door. Yamcha slid down Trunks' jeans. There, standing proudly from a thatch of violet curls was his member, longing for attention.
A loud groan came from Trunks, as Yamcha's tongue caressed the head. A low laugh came from the human, before he took Trunks in to his mouth. The younger fighter's breath caught in him, as he attempted to steady himself against the door.
Yamcha's head began to slide back and forth along him member, his tongue teasing it all the while. One hand slid up his leg, and teased the twin appendages near the organ.
Electricity ran through Trunks, as Yamcha sucked him with tormenting lightness. A groan came from him, and as they went along, he felt his climax start in him. Slowly, it climbed in him, as Yamcha's mouth worked wonders on him.
" Yamcha, I..." He started, but was cut off as he felt an orgasm run through him. The brunette drank him, and when he stood to kiss him again, Trunks could taste himself on Trunks' tongue.
Holding his face in his hands, Yamcha looked at Trunks.
" Do you want to keep going?"
Trunks nodded, mutely. Yamcha kissed his eyelids.
" All right."
He kissed Trunks again, and pushed his jacket off of him. His fingers slid under his tank top, over the muscles in his abdomen and chest. Fingertips teased his nipples, and softly, he felt the boy moan in to his mouth.
Breathing heavily from their actions, Trunks paused the kiss to pull off his tank top. He realized he was nearly nude, for his jeans and boxers were around his ankles. So he kicked off his boots, and stepped out of the last of his clothing. This time, it was Yamcha's turn to look Trunks up and down.
" Kami, Trunks..." He breathed, and pulled Trunks in to his arms, relishing the feeling of their bare skin up against one another. He could feel Trunks' member up against the towel, and his own hardened at the contact, bringing the Saiyan's to do the same.
Eventually, they found themselves kissing madly on the floor of the locker room. Yamcha rained kisses over his face, then stopped to run his fingers through Trunks' hair.
" Your hair is so hot long..." He told him in a low voice. Trunks smiled tiredly, and pressed a single kiss to Yamcha's lips.
He watched the older man get up, and go to his duffel bag. He pulled out a tube of lubricant. Trunks cocked an eyebrow, and Yamcha shrugged.
" I guess you could say it was wishful thinking when I invited you to the game."
Of course, there was no argument from Trunks. Yamcha sat down next to him again. His fingers ran along his body, and he drew Trunks in to a heated kiss. Tongues and lips battled, and Trunks whimpered in arousal when two slick fingers were inserted in to him.
Yamcha's fingers moved around in him, until they hit his prostate. His body betrayed his mind and all else, and he bucked to his fingers. They stroked the spot and Trunks groaned.
" Please, Yamcha..." He whispered. Yamcha nodded.
He coated his length with the greasy substance, and positioned himself at Trunks' entrance.
With one more kiss, he slid himself in to the boy. Trunks closed his eyes, and lived in the feeling that Yamcha was finally inside him. This time, it wasn't a fantasy.
Slowly, The man began to move inside him. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and pumped it in his hand, matching his strokes. He watched Trunks writhing in pleasure under him.
To Trunks, this was bliss. Yamcha had been right, this was his desire. A human desire that was pushing himself in to Trunks, each movement bringing them closer.
" Holy Cosmos..." Trunks groaned.
It wasn't a term that Yamcha used, but he completely agreed with it. There he was, engaging in sex with a beautiful, perfect male. What could be bad?
Absolutely nothing... He thought to himself, as he spilled in to him. At that moment, Trunks' seed erupted from him, and on to Yamcha's stomach.
They collapsed, and Yamcha held him in his arms. They panted, trying to catch their breath. The older man kissed Trunks' forehead.
" Goodbye in advance, Trunks."
The Saiyan smiled.
" Thanks..."
*~*
' I have a game tonight. You should come.'
These words had echoed through Trunks' head all day. They were what Yamcha had told him that very morning at
Capsule Corp. At first, the boy thought he'd faint, but managed to put a nonchalant smile on his face, and shrug.
" Maybe..."
But inside the calm exterior, he was anything but. Come and watch Yamcha play baseball? He'd buy season tickets if the circumstances were better. Trunks wasn't in this time, his past, to watch sports events. He was there to save the world.
This was precious time, these ten days Cell had given them before the tournament. Trunks felt he could train no more. His body ached every night when he went to bed from the rigorous sparring Vegeta forced him to go through every day. And the Gravity room... Training at hundreds of times Earth's gravity. If he wasn't ready now, what would a few more days do?
So he'd decided to try and enjoy the last few days before the tournament. That is, enjoy it as much as one can when there is a threat to one's planet as great as Cell. His mother had approved of this. All around her, the people closest to her, her friends and family were pushing their bodies to the limits, preparing. Vegeta, however, stuck his nose in the air, and stated this to be ridiculous.
Trunks wasn't one for sports. But this was different. It was Yamcha. In the future, he didn't exist. Much to his surprise, upon traveling to the past, Trunks found out just what his mother had been talking about all this time when she reminisced about her first love.
So here he was, at the ballpark. It was the top of the ninth, and Yamcha was one out away from a win. As he paused before the pitch, the Saiyan watched his muscles move against the tight-fitting fabric of his uniform. Holy Cosmos, was he gorgeous.
STRIKE ONE!
At first, Trunks had attempted to deny his lust for Yamcha. After all, this was Yamcha. This man had wanted to marry his mother, for Kami's sake. Besides, he had traveled twenty years in to the past to preserve the future, not for-
STRIKE TWO!
... Romance. But he couldn't help it. And after a while, he couldn't resist. So he accepted his lust for the man, but said nothing. After all, he was just a kid in everyone's eyes. But then again, Trunks swore he saw Yamcha smile somewhat seductively at him a few innings before. These seats were great, right over the dugout, so of course, he'd have seen Yamcha do this. It was the part about the coy grin that made it unbelievable. After all, how many times in Trunks' life did something go right? That was why almost everyone was gone in the future, and his planet was on the brink of destruction.
Meanwhile, the crowd was on their feet, clapping and yelling for just one last strike. Trunks could feel the tension in the air, even though he hadn't really been in to the game. His attention had mostly been focused on Yamcha alone.
Yamcha prepared for what he and the crowd hoped would be the last pitch of the game. They were winning 3-2, with one man on second, and one wrong throw could tie or lead the game. The pitch...
STRIKE THREE! The crowd seemed to explode around Trunks. He watched Yamcha pump his fist in the air, and his teammates congratulate him.
As Trunks walked towards the parking lot, the bat boy approached him.
" Excuse me sir." The boy said. " But are you Trunks Briefs?"
Trunks nodded.
" Yamcha said he'd like for you to see him in his locker room, if you wish."
The violet-haired male felt his heart begin to pound...
*
Trunks paused outside the door to Yamcha's locker room. He smoothed down his hair, afraid the wind had tossed it about. Now that it was long, it was a lot harder to care for. Finally, he knocked on the door.
" Come in!" Came the older man's voice.
Swallowing nervously, Trunks came through the door, and closed it behind him. He nearly fell down as he watched Yamcha stand. There was a towel wrapped around his waist. This was the only thing he had on. He came over, and greeted Trunks, sending him a smile.
" Hey, man."
Trunks tried his best to keep his head, what with a nearly naked Yamcha in front of him.
" Hey... I don't know much about baseball, but good game out there."
Yamcha smiled.
" Thanks. You have a good time?"
I would have had to have been paying attention. Trunks thought, but told the man he did.
" Good."
Not thinking about anything else, Trunks let his eyes wander over Yamcha's body. Years of training and fighting and baseball had sculpted it in to a beautiful mass of muscles under creamy skin. As he looked farther north, the older fighter caught his eyes, and tried to hide his smirk with a kind smile.
Trunks quickly averted his eyes. But when Yamcha cupped his chin in his hand, he looked up at the older man, and found himself gazing in to his dark eyes.
" I saw that, Trunks..." Yamcha smiled a genuine smile.
The boy felt a small blush rise in his cheeks. Yamcha continued.
" It's what, three days until the tournament? Then you go home." He winked. " Are there any secret desires you'd like to indulge in before you go? I certainly wouldn't mind if the desire was me."
Trunks blinked. Nani...? Could his eyes have said that much? Or did he want Yamcha so much the man could smell it? He didn't know but his mind was wiped clean, for at that moment, Yamcha leaned in, and caught his mouth with his.
At first, Trunks froze. This was something he'd fantasized about so much... While in the Time Chamber, he'd gotten over Yamcha, but the moment he returned, and set eyes on him once again, his desires came rushing back. It had happened both times he was in it.
He continued to kiss Yamcha, and when the man's tongue ran along his lip, he opened his mouth, and their tongues danced slowly. Eventually, Yamcha broke the kiss, and the two gasped for breath.
" So..." Yamcha kissed Trunks' neck, his words entering his ear via soft whispers in between kisses. " Let's think of this as a going away present. What do you say?"
There was so much going on inside the demi-Saiyan. But in the end, he managed,
" Yes."
Yamcha smiled, and kissed his lips once. Slowly, he kneeled down in front of Trunks, and undid his belt and jeans. From Yamcha's actions, the Saiyan leaned his head against the door. Yamcha slid down Trunks' jeans. There, standing proudly from a thatch of violet curls was his member, longing for attention.
A loud groan came from Trunks, as Yamcha's tongue caressed the head. A low laugh came from the human, before he took Trunks in to his mouth. The younger fighter's breath caught in him, as he attempted to steady himself against the door.
Yamcha's head began to slide back and forth along him member, his tongue teasing it all the while. One hand slid up his leg, and teased the twin appendages near the organ.
Electricity ran through Trunks, as Yamcha sucked him with tormenting lightness. A groan came from him, and as they went along, he felt his climax start in him. Slowly, it climbed in him, as Yamcha's mouth worked wonders on him.
" Yamcha, I..." He started, but was cut off as he felt an orgasm run through him. The brunette drank him, and when he stood to kiss him again, Trunks could taste himself on Trunks' tongue.
Holding his face in his hands, Yamcha looked at Trunks.
" Do you want to keep going?"
Trunks nodded, mutely. Yamcha kissed his eyelids.
" All right."
He kissed Trunks again, and pushed his jacket off of him. His fingers slid under his tank top, over the muscles in his abdomen and chest. Fingertips teased his nipples, and softly, he felt the boy moan in to his mouth.
Breathing heavily from their actions, Trunks paused the kiss to pull off his tank top. He realized he was nearly nude, for his jeans and boxers were around his ankles. So he kicked off his boots, and stepped out of the last of his clothing. This time, it was Yamcha's turn to look Trunks up and down.
" Kami, Trunks..." He breathed, and pulled Trunks in to his arms, relishing the feeling of their bare skin up against one another. He could feel Trunks' member up against the towel, and his own hardened at the contact, bringing the Saiyan's to do the same.
Eventually, they found themselves kissing madly on the floor of the locker room. Yamcha rained kisses over his face, then stopped to run his fingers through Trunks' hair.
" Your hair is so hot long..." He told him in a low voice. Trunks smiled tiredly, and pressed a single kiss to Yamcha's lips.
He watched the older man get up, and go to his duffel bag. He pulled out a tube of lubricant. Trunks cocked an eyebrow, and Yamcha shrugged.
" I guess you could say it was wishful thinking when I invited you to the game."
Of course, there was no argument from Trunks. Yamcha sat down next to him again. His fingers ran along his body, and he drew Trunks in to a heated kiss. Tongues and lips battled, and Trunks whimpered in arousal when two slick fingers were inserted in to him.
Yamcha's fingers moved around in him, until they hit his prostate. His body betrayed his mind and all else, and he bucked to his fingers. They stroked the spot and Trunks groaned.
" Please, Yamcha..." He whispered. Yamcha nodded.
He coated his length with the greasy substance, and positioned himself at Trunks' entrance.
With one more kiss, he slid himself in to the boy. Trunks closed his eyes, and lived in the feeling that Yamcha was finally inside him. This time, it wasn't a fantasy.
Slowly, The man began to move inside him. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and pumped it in his hand, matching his strokes. He watched Trunks writhing in pleasure under him.
To Trunks, this was bliss. Yamcha had been right, this was his desire. A human desire that was pushing himself in to Trunks, each movement bringing them closer.
" Holy Cosmos..." Trunks groaned.
It wasn't a term that Yamcha used, but he completely agreed with it. There he was, engaging in sex with a beautiful, perfect male. What could be bad?
Absolutely nothing... He thought to himself, as he spilled in to him. At that moment, Trunks' seed erupted from him, and on to Yamcha's stomach.
They collapsed, and Yamcha held him in his arms. They panted, trying to catch their breath. The older man kissed Trunks' forehead.
" Goodbye in advance, Trunks."
The Saiyan smiled.
" Thanks..."