Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tails of Troubles ❯ Sweet Love ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Jady 
Trunks/Vejita
If you don't realize that's incest, then you don't watch DBZ, wouldn't know even if you read what's inside, and shouldn't be in this section.
If you do watch DBZ... I pity you.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.24.2003 | Updated On: 03.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Trunks/Vejita
If you don't realize that's incest, then you don't watch DBZ, wouldn't know even if you read what's inside, and shouldn't be in this section.
If you do watch DBZ... I pity you.
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.24.2003 | Updated On: 03.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 2.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Tails of Troubles
Rated: NC17
Timeline: Sequel to Claimed Love
Warnings: Sex, Incest, orgies, shounenai, yaoi, lusting…
Pairings: Goten/Trunks, Trunks/Vejita, Vejita/Gokou, Trunks/Goten/Vejita, vague Gohan/Videl and Gokou/Chichi
Summary: Trunks makes an unwise wish. Goten reveals his feelings. Chaos ensues.
Author's Notes: Pan and Bura's ages are probably wrong. Just play along. There will be two one-shot sequels (like the "The Gravity Room" and "Boys and Their Toys") and each will revolve around a separate pairing. Not gonna tell ya which, cause it would spoil the ending! Enjoy the tale! Reviews are loved!
Chapter 1:
Warm steam surrounded him, filling the bathroom and reddening his skin. It was peaceful. Silence drifted throughout the universe… peace. Trunks was so tired he believed that any moment he would float off into a heavenly slumber. It had been a long tiring day of training and paperwork. Bulma was giving her son the title CEO and President of Capsule Corporations, and though nervous there was excitement as well.
It was late afternoon. Dying sunlight played across the shiny bathroom, reflecting off mirrors and tiles, warming the already heated room. A faint coating of bubbles hovered atop the surface of the water. The scent of soaps was strong. Waist-long lavender hair had already been thoroughly washed. Skin had been scrubbed almost mechanically. Trunks was tired, clean, and ready to sleep, but he didn't have the energy to climb out of the tub to collapse on his warm bed so many feet away.
A snicker from the doorway caused him to look up with a raised brow. Vejita stood there, a smirk playing across his delicious features. A pair of black training boxers were held in one hand, exposing a throbbing cock in desperate need for attention between his legs. Trunks' breath caught in his throat as all signs of exhaustion faded from his appearance, though not from his body. Vejita dropped the cloth on the floor, crossing the bathroom to kneel down at the tub's side. His arms crossed over the edge and he rested his chin atop the crisscrossed wrists.
Nervously, Trunks offered a smile. Vejita returned it with his own dirty grin. "Relax," he muttered quietly, and Trunks did so, leaning back against the edge, hair tumbling over, tips brushing against the tiled floor. Why did he always get so nervous each time Vejita was nearby? He knew Vejita loved him and would never turn him away. So much had happened between them. Vejita had unleashed his soul to Trunks, and they were bound together for eternity now. Nothing - not even Gokou - could separate them.
Vejita tilted his head slightly, gazing across the peaceful thoughtful façade of his son. "So beautiful," he whispered quietly, reaching out to touch the warm heated skin. Vejita's thumb ran across hardened nipples, tracing a path down his son's abdomen, combing through silky lilac hairs that circled the teen's awakening arousal. "So very beautiful," he repeated in a hungered sigh before climbing to his feet and grabbing a towel off the rack. Trunks gazed up to him with wide eyes. Vejita grinned as he returned, reaching out and grabbing his son's arm, helping the boy safely to his feet.
Strong arms circled his waist, guiding the towel. The soft cotton touched the younger male's skin before falling away into the water, becoming soaked on contact. Trunks leaned back against his father's chest, purring as a fist circled his need, stroking him into bliss. Trunks tingled with lust as lips closed around his shoulders. He could feet teeth on the verge of piecing the skin. Vejita's arousal taunted his entrance, not yet intruding but preparing. Trunks wanted to feel Vejita inside him, causing painful pleasure that would break him until he sobbed. "Do it," he begged, shoving his backside against the arousal. Vejita's tongue ran up Trunks' throat, tasting cleanliness, smelling soaps. "So patient," Vejita muttered mockingly, breaking away.
Leaning across the tub, Vejita grabbed the first thing he could find - a large bottle of liquid lavender soap. Trunks stared at the bottle as Vejita poured the liquid substance into his hand. The bottle fell from the Saiyajin's grip after a moment, splashing in the water. It was Goten's favorite, Trunks thought silently, but the thought faded as felt large lubricated fingers shove within his depths, finding the sensitive pressure points almost instantly. He grunted as Vejita stroked it mercilessly, his free hand circling Trunks' waist protectively, fingers wrapping around his arousal. The strokes became timed, and in moments Trunks cried out in ecstasy.
He settled after seconds, head resting in the nook of his father's shoulder. Vejita's lips met his in a wet kiss, tongues struggling playfully for domination. Vejita won shortly as he slipped himself within his son. Trunks cried out in his father's mouth, brows narrowed with pain. His arm slipped around Vejita's neck, holding them together in fear that, somehow, they would be ripped apart and the bliss would end, becoming only a dream. Vejita grinned at the protectiveness, more than willing to make it all become unquestionable reality. With ruthlessness he ripped himself away from Trunks' loving kiss, hands gripping the demi-Saiyajin's narrow hips as his thrusts increased, striking that same spot harshly. Trunks howled, knees buckling beneath him.
Vejita snarled as Trunks' walls closed around him, squeezing ruthlessly. His nails dug into his son's warm flesh, savoring the scent of blood over the disgusting smell of feminine soaps. Smoke and death, the sights, sensations, and sounds of battle were always more welcomed than peace and smelly soaps. He leaned against his son's back, teeth grazing the skin, needed to taste that delicious elixir. Trunks moaned out, hands digging into the thick flame hair of his father's head as Vejita bit into his neck, lapping at the wound he created.
"Ugh! Trunks," he roared, finding release within that tight heat. Trunks fell with Vejita as the two collapsed on the floor, limbs curled around each other. Trunks sighed, gasping for breath, his hand locked tightly around his father's wrist. Blue eyes watched the ceiling quietly, seeing the reflection of darkening sunlight as it fell over the horizon outside. Trunks' heart continued pounding beneath his breastbone. "Now we both need a bath," he muttered in annoyance as the itching of drying blood became apparent to him.
Vejita laughed.
~*~
TBC
Review!
~Jady
Rated: NC17
Timeline: Sequel to Claimed Love
Warnings: Sex, Incest, orgies, shounenai, yaoi, lusting…
Pairings: Goten/Trunks, Trunks/Vejita, Vejita/Gokou, Trunks/Goten/Vejita, vague Gohan/Videl and Gokou/Chichi
Summary: Trunks makes an unwise wish. Goten reveals his feelings. Chaos ensues.
Author's Notes: Pan and Bura's ages are probably wrong. Just play along. There will be two one-shot sequels (like the "The Gravity Room" and "Boys and Their Toys") and each will revolve around a separate pairing. Not gonna tell ya which, cause it would spoil the ending! Enjoy the tale! Reviews are loved!
Chapter 1:
Warm steam surrounded him, filling the bathroom and reddening his skin. It was peaceful. Silence drifted throughout the universe… peace. Trunks was so tired he believed that any moment he would float off into a heavenly slumber. It had been a long tiring day of training and paperwork. Bulma was giving her son the title CEO and President of Capsule Corporations, and though nervous there was excitement as well.
It was late afternoon. Dying sunlight played across the shiny bathroom, reflecting off mirrors and tiles, warming the already heated room. A faint coating of bubbles hovered atop the surface of the water. The scent of soaps was strong. Waist-long lavender hair had already been thoroughly washed. Skin had been scrubbed almost mechanically. Trunks was tired, clean, and ready to sleep, but he didn't have the energy to climb out of the tub to collapse on his warm bed so many feet away.
A snicker from the doorway caused him to look up with a raised brow. Vejita stood there, a smirk playing across his delicious features. A pair of black training boxers were held in one hand, exposing a throbbing cock in desperate need for attention between his legs. Trunks' breath caught in his throat as all signs of exhaustion faded from his appearance, though not from his body. Vejita dropped the cloth on the floor, crossing the bathroom to kneel down at the tub's side. His arms crossed over the edge and he rested his chin atop the crisscrossed wrists.
Nervously, Trunks offered a smile. Vejita returned it with his own dirty grin. "Relax," he muttered quietly, and Trunks did so, leaning back against the edge, hair tumbling over, tips brushing against the tiled floor. Why did he always get so nervous each time Vejita was nearby? He knew Vejita loved him and would never turn him away. So much had happened between them. Vejita had unleashed his soul to Trunks, and they were bound together for eternity now. Nothing - not even Gokou - could separate them.
Vejita tilted his head slightly, gazing across the peaceful thoughtful façade of his son. "So beautiful," he whispered quietly, reaching out to touch the warm heated skin. Vejita's thumb ran across hardened nipples, tracing a path down his son's abdomen, combing through silky lilac hairs that circled the teen's awakening arousal. "So very beautiful," he repeated in a hungered sigh before climbing to his feet and grabbing a towel off the rack. Trunks gazed up to him with wide eyes. Vejita grinned as he returned, reaching out and grabbing his son's arm, helping the boy safely to his feet.
Strong arms circled his waist, guiding the towel. The soft cotton touched the younger male's skin before falling away into the water, becoming soaked on contact. Trunks leaned back against his father's chest, purring as a fist circled his need, stroking him into bliss. Trunks tingled with lust as lips closed around his shoulders. He could feet teeth on the verge of piecing the skin. Vejita's arousal taunted his entrance, not yet intruding but preparing. Trunks wanted to feel Vejita inside him, causing painful pleasure that would break him until he sobbed. "Do it," he begged, shoving his backside against the arousal. Vejita's tongue ran up Trunks' throat, tasting cleanliness, smelling soaps. "So patient," Vejita muttered mockingly, breaking away.
Leaning across the tub, Vejita grabbed the first thing he could find - a large bottle of liquid lavender soap. Trunks stared at the bottle as Vejita poured the liquid substance into his hand. The bottle fell from the Saiyajin's grip after a moment, splashing in the water. It was Goten's favorite, Trunks thought silently, but the thought faded as felt large lubricated fingers shove within his depths, finding the sensitive pressure points almost instantly. He grunted as Vejita stroked it mercilessly, his free hand circling Trunks' waist protectively, fingers wrapping around his arousal. The strokes became timed, and in moments Trunks cried out in ecstasy.
He settled after seconds, head resting in the nook of his father's shoulder. Vejita's lips met his in a wet kiss, tongues struggling playfully for domination. Vejita won shortly as he slipped himself within his son. Trunks cried out in his father's mouth, brows narrowed with pain. His arm slipped around Vejita's neck, holding them together in fear that, somehow, they would be ripped apart and the bliss would end, becoming only a dream. Vejita grinned at the protectiveness, more than willing to make it all become unquestionable reality. With ruthlessness he ripped himself away from Trunks' loving kiss, hands gripping the demi-Saiyajin's narrow hips as his thrusts increased, striking that same spot harshly. Trunks howled, knees buckling beneath him.
Vejita snarled as Trunks' walls closed around him, squeezing ruthlessly. His nails dug into his son's warm flesh, savoring the scent of blood over the disgusting smell of feminine soaps. Smoke and death, the sights, sensations, and sounds of battle were always more welcomed than peace and smelly soaps. He leaned against his son's back, teeth grazing the skin, needed to taste that delicious elixir. Trunks moaned out, hands digging into the thick flame hair of his father's head as Vejita bit into his neck, lapping at the wound he created.
"Ugh! Trunks," he roared, finding release within that tight heat. Trunks fell with Vejita as the two collapsed on the floor, limbs curled around each other. Trunks sighed, gasping for breath, his hand locked tightly around his father's wrist. Blue eyes watched the ceiling quietly, seeing the reflection of darkening sunlight as it fell over the horizon outside. Trunks' heart continued pounding beneath his breastbone. "Now we both need a bath," he muttered in annoyance as the itching of drying blood became apparent to him.
Vejita laughed.
~*~
TBC
Review!
~Jady