Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Tails of Troubles ❯ Gift From A Lilac-Haired Hentai ( Chapter 3 )

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

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 gets raped by Chichi! Ye gads!!! *grins at Xero* Shhhhh, be nice. LOL. Okay people, incest in this chapter!!!!! Trunks/Vejita! Lemon! Porn! Homosexuality! Fags fucking! However you want to refer to so your brains will understand - there is incest, sex, lotta yummy yaoi lovin! Get it? No... because you people probably skim right over the author's notes. Look at you skimming. You should be ashamed. But you won't be, because you're not reading this, and then you'll go and flame and I'll find out where you live and come after you with a knife. Now where did I put that dagger....?

Also: Chichi/Gokou pairing (I'll take Trunks/Vejita over it any day) and Gohan/Videl. Very VERY vague (thank the gods).



Chapter 3: Gift From A Lilac-Haired Hentai:

Only one wish had been used. Shenlong had said farewell and vanished in a blinding flash of light just seconds before the pain overwhelmed the longhaired demi-Saiyajin. He fell to his knees with a faint groan as his eyes went fuzzy from the sensations that exploded within his spine. It was as if someone had dug their nails around a vertebrae and yanked it out of his skin. Fortunately, it only lasted a few seconds before it faded, replaced with a numb feeling, as if his feet were asleep. Trunks' brow narrowed as he craned his neck, looking around to see a long lavender-colored tail swaying softly in the air, completely out of his control.

"Gah… Trunks!" came a yelp from across the field. Trunks scowled and looked up as he tried to rise to his feet. He didn't like the idea of being on his hands and knees around Gokou anymore. The orange-clad Saiyajin was sprawled out on his rear, one hand gripped around a snapping angered tail. Trunks chuckled. Even Gokou's tail was more Saiyajin than he. "Are you insane?" Gokou exclaimed, eyes darting up to gaze at the darkening sky. Slowly, it was becoming late afternoon. The moon would rise in just a few hours. Trunks smirked, folding his arms across his chest as he successfully balanced on his feet. "The full moon is tonight!"

"New moon, actually, but it has a similar affect on Saiyajin," Trunks corrected with a chuckle. "There is no oozaru transformation with a new moon. There's just what Father calls rut."

"Oh Kami…" Gokou whispered, obviously familiar with either the term or what a rut was. Trunks laughed and grinned, teeth exposed. "That's right," he grinned. "I did this today for a reason. Father and I will be having quite a good time, and I would appreciate it if you would stay away."

"Trunks… rut is insanity." Gokou's eyes were wide and fearful. His hands fisted blades of grass at his side. The Saiyajin hadn't even tried to climb to his feet. Trunks' smile never faded. "I know, so I won't be responsible for my actions." His voice was full of protective callousness, and Trunks couldn't care if he tried. Vejita was HIS! He hated sharing, and he refused to share tonight, when he and Vejita would belong completely to each other. They would be completely alone and as horny as both of them could ever be, and the tails would make it better than it had ever been.

Looking over his shoulder, Trunks gazed at the off-colored tail and willed it still. It obeyed, falling limp against his thighs with just a little effort. The grin grew. Trunks' tail had been removed just after birth, but he could control it as if he'd possessed one his entire life. He was overjoyed and extremely anxious. He turned to Gokou with a grin. "Better go. Vejita's waiting." There was thick mocking venom in his voice. It could have been due to the pre-effects of the moon that was only hours away from rising, or the possessiveness of a Saiyajin's pride and will that was so hard to tame, but whatever the reason, there was warning in that tone. Gokou would suffer if he invaded.

With shock, Gokou watched as Trunks rose from the clearing and darted to the skies, form fading after just a few moments. Would he be able to stay away?

~*~

Trunks had slowed down during his flight from halfway across the planet when nervousness started to settle in. Would Vejita approve of the wish? Would he be enraged that Trunks had done this without his consent? They were silly thoughts. Vejita had muttered it absently just a few days ago, saying that not having tails wasn't Saiyajin-like. Tailless Saiyajin had been executed thousands of centuries ago, when the race was uncivilized and focused only on survival. That was before they had realized the appendages could grow back, if they weren't cut off too close, but for Vejita and Trunks they would never grow back. He had cursed those responsible for the removal of their tails. Surely he would be pleased Trunks had returned them.

Despite trying to avoid whatever was waiting for them, he eventually ended up back at Capsule Corporations. He could sense that Vejita was awake, but that was all he felt. There wasn't the thick tension of rage in the air. Vejita wasn't training in the gravity room. He was waiting for Trunks.

Swallowing, Trunks pushed open the door and cautiously stepped inside. His eyes skimmed over the foyer, searching for the Saiyajin no Ouji, but finding nothing but the mocking ki. Vejita was in the dining room. Trunks found his palms sweaty with nervousness, and already he was regretting the wish. He forced his tail to circle his waist, trying to hide the lavender-haired appendage in the hem of his sweats. "F-father," he called out quietly, voice shaking softly. He didn't receive a response, but he hadn't honestly expected one.

Turning, he moved towards the dining room, pushing open the swinging door to step inside. There the young prince froze, eyes widening. "D-ad," his voice cracked again. Trunks winced, hand grasping the wall behind him.

Vejita sat on the edge of the table, legs folded beneath him, tail resting on his knee, twitching softly. The delicious Saiyajin was completely unclothed and it was quite obviously in more ways than one that he was pleased with the wish. "Cocky little thing, aren't you?" Vejita whispered, chest rumbling with a purr of lust. Trunks tried to smile, but he was frozen against the doorway. The scent of musk in the room was overwhelming, and each movement of his father's tail was driving him closer to madness. He couldn't rip his eyes away, as if mesmerized by the silky snake-like limb. "Think you can keep up with a full-blooded tailed Saiyajin during rut?" Vejita demanded, his grin growing sadistic. Trunks whimpered softly, closing his eyes. He couldn't breathe. It was too hot. His sweats were sticking to his thighs. The lavender tail fell from his waist, circling around his thigh, caressing the inner skin through the thick cotton material.

Vejita climbed off the table, moving towards his son. Trunks tensed, lidded eyes opening just enough to see the Saiyajin approaching. "Rut lasts for two days, boy. Think you can handle it, or shall I fetch Kakarrotto?"

"NO!" Trunks screamed out in desperation, grabbing Vejita's neck and pulling him into a brutal kiss. Tongues battled and teeth scrapped skin. The sweet taste of blood filled both mouths, causing each Saiyajin to growl out, demanding and needing more. Vejita grabbed the edge of the sweatpants and yanked them down with annoyance. Patience and teasing was a thing of the past. Outside the moon was finally beginning to rise. Blood boiled beneath skin as Trunks was thrown atop the long wooden surface of the kitchen table, legs spread wide. A golden-haired Vejita stepped forward, shoving thick fingers deep within Trunks' caverns. The demi-Saiyajin moaned out, tail circling the hand, pushing it further inside, searching for the sweet spot within. Slit eyes gazed up at the bland ceiling, seeing the chandelier sparkle from the lights within the crystal.

Two entire days of this, Trunks thought with a smile, arching his back as a hand gripped his hardness. Gokou would have none of it, he vowed silently, a growl burning in the back of his throat. Trunks' head fell to the side as a warm mouth wrapped around his shaft, sucking mercilessly, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body until he no longer knew day from night.

Crying out, body jerking violently, Trunks reached nirvana and fell limp, gasping for breath. How could this possibly be reality? Pain rushed over him as a thickness intruded his body. He jerked against it, inner walls clamping, as if they could push it out though every god in the heavens knew it was the last thing the demi-Saiyajin desired. He wanted more… even the pain. Trunks moaned out, forcing himself up onto his elbows, wanting to watch his father. Vejita grinned at him as their eyes connected before thrusting deep. Trunks grunted, biting his bottom lip. Vejita's hands gripped his knees, nails digging into the skin, marking him.

"Please," Trunks begged, growing desperate. Already he was growing hard again. His tail circled Vejita's balls, taunting and teasing. Vejita purred against the touch, head tossed back as he slammed again and again into Trunks. It was too much. Trunks was going to snap. He collapsed on the table's surface again, arms outstretching, grasping the edges of the wood and gripping into the hard material until it began to crack under his strength. "Vejita!" he cried out. A dark tail circled his heat, stroking, and when the rough fur tightened against the base he came again, coating the appendage and his stomach in his fluids. Vejita followed almost immediately, filling Trunks. The elder Saiyajin gasped for breath, leaning over the demi-Saiyajin, hands on either side of Trunks' waist.

Breathing heavily, Trunks reached up as the golden locks of hair returned to midnight black, wondering absentmindedly why Vejita had ascended. He ran his fingers through the thick gravity-defying mane with a faint smile. "Love you," he whispered breathlessly. Vejita looked down at him and returned the smile, wrapping a hand around Trunks' neck and pulling him close for a kiss.

"Upstairs," Vejita muttered as they pulled apart.

~*~

"Enough!" she shouted, ripping herself out of the bed. Gokou fell limp in the sheets, sighing in exasperation. Why couldn't he find satisfaction? Why wouldn't his body stop betraying him? Why couldn't Chichi understand? The dark-haired ninjin scowled at him as she pulled on a robe. She was limping slightly, and blood splatters covered her skin, staining the cloth. "You are getting that… that THING removed!" she shouted, pointing to the tail that snapped at Gokou's side. His eyes widened with fear as he looked up to his wife. "Chichi, no!" he exclaimed, tail curling protectively around his waist. "I can't get my tail removed… again."

"Then get the hell out of my house!" she shouted, pointing to the doorway. "I won't be around you when you're like this! You'll be the death of me!" she stood firm, finger extended at the door. Gokou sighed and rose to his feet, clothing himself quickly. He gave a last pleading look at the mother of his children, but Chichi only scowled back.

Had she ever loved him? Gokou couldn't really be sure. He sighed and offered her the carefree Son grin. "Okay, Chichi. I'll see you later." Chichi huffed in frustration, no doubt silently calling him a moron. He really couldn't care at the moment, though. Gokou moved down the hallways, passing Goten's room, which was empty. He hadn't seen Goten since that afternoon when he left to figure out what Trunks was wishing for. He wondered how Goten was handling everything.

Goten… perhaps the only sane one left. Gokou shoved open the door of his home and sighed, gazing up to the bright moon that burned overhead.

~*~

"See, just a little yank and they pass right out," Gohan laughed, looking down at the two slumbering demi-Saiyajin that were curled together. Pan's tail was wrapped around the base of Bura's. Their arms were wildly intertwined, legs twisted beneath a blanket that had been tossed over them.

Videl watched doubtfully from the corner of the room, wiping blood off of her brow. "They are having those atrocities removed first thing tomorrow. I'll call the hospital before breakfast."

"What? Videl! No!" Gohan exclaimed, tail tightening around his waist. "It's just because of the moon. They won't act this way all the time, I swear." He rushed forward to his wife's side and leaned down, kissing her softly. The scent of her blood filled his lungs and he grinned, purring softly. Videl laughed, hitting his chest playfully. "Don't do that, Gohan. It's creepy."

"Let's go play, hmm? The kids will be out for the rest of the night. C'mon." He took her hand and tugged her towards the bedroom. Videl laughed softly and followed, a blush burning on her cheeks.


~*~



TBC

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~Jady