Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Gravity Room ❯ The Gravity Room ( Chapter 1 )

The Gravity Room

Rated: NC-17

Warnings: detailed lemon yaoi, incest

Summary: PWP - Trunks finds training a little more fun that usual

Parings: Gokou/Trunks/Vejita

Pausing outside of the gravity room, Trunks gazed out the window, allowing the warm sunlight to warm his pale face. It was a chilly winter afternoon outside, and for Trunks it was far to cold to spar outside. Goten was trapped at home with Chichi, leaving Trunks alone and very bored; however, just a few moments ago Bulma had told her son that Gokou was over, and sparring with Vejita! The afternoon had suddenly begun to brighten with that small fact, so Trunks had rushed through the maze of hallways.

He smiled happily and stepped to the gravity room. He had been expecting an explosion in greeting, or at least a sudden sharp pull of the enhanced gravity, but instead he only encountered a wave of heat, an unfamiliar and intriguing sent, and loud sounds of moans, both of pleasure and pain. The door behind the demi-Saiyajin swung closed, and Trunks found himself alone with his father and his father's rival.

There was a quiet whimper of protest coming from Gokou. Trunks' eyes bulged and he stumbled back with shock. Gokou rested on the floor, his hands drawn over his head and tied together with Vejita's ki. Vejita rested atop the Saiyajin, a blood soaked dagger held loosely in his hands. Both of the men were nude, and their clothes rested in various places around the chamber.

"Trunks!" came the gasped cry from Gokou as his eyes found focus. The demi-Saiyajin swallowed stiffly, somewhat regretting his decision to come spar with his father and Gokou. Vejita's sweaty body seemed to glow beneath the warm and dimmed lights in the ceiling. He was sitting on Gokou's stomach, allowing Gokou's arousal to be plainly visible in Trunks' eyes, where his thighs hid Vejita's. Gokou's face was flushed a bright red, eyes hazy with lust and need. Vejita's onyx eyes did not betray the powerful man that Trunks knew was his father. They showed complete dominance and control over his desires.

"Kami-sama," Trunks whispered, hands trying to find the handle to the door as he stared in shocked horror at his father and mentor. For so many years he'd known them to be enemies, or at least rivals… and now… "Gomen nasai… gomen…" he repeated again and again, his voice drying. Where was that damn handle?

Vejita's eyes broke contact with his son to look down upon Gokou. The younger Saiyajin returned to look for a brief moment before Vejita rose to his feet, leaving the bound Saiyajin trapped on the floor. "Son, come here."

Unable to deny his father's demands, Trunks' hand surrendered it's quest for escape and he cautiously and fearfully stepped forward. He saw the shimmering blood on the dagger's blade that was still in his father's hands. A long slit ran down Gokou's chest, which was the source of the bright liquid. His shock was beginning to wear off, and Trunks couldn't help but think of all the years the two men had been fighting together. For so long they'd been able to read each other's minds. They were mirror images of each other in battle. This seemed… right… in some twisted aspect that Trunks couldn't quite grasp. He reached his father, standing only a few steps from him, and looked into those endless black depths. "Tousan?" he whispered, feeling his heart pounding inside his chest so fast it was almost painful. It was hot in the gravity room, and suddenly the coldness of the winter weather didn't seem so bad.

The dagger traded hands, and Vejita reached out towards his son. His right hand gently gripped the material of Trunks' jacket, and an unmistakable gleam took over the control in his eyes, showing just a little of what the Saiyajin no Ouji desired. Trunks heart tripled in speed, and the material of his gi suddenly seemed far to tight against his thighs. "Tousan…" he repeated in a whispered, voice growing deeper with his lust. Since he'd been a boy he'd had some sick desire for Vejita, but he had believed it just a fantasy. Never in his wildest thoughts had he considered that there was a chance it could actually happen. Never!

Vejita's fingertips left the jacket and rose up. Gently, the pale fingertips caressed his cheek almost lovingly. How many times had Vejita actually showed any emotion to his son? Once - before he'd died while trying to defeat Majin Buu. Trunks' eyes slowly fluttered closed as he leaned against the touch. His heartbeat slowed and the world suddenly didn't seem like such a difficult place to live in. The caress only lasted a few seconds before Vejita pulled back, but that touch was replaced by another as Vejita leaned forward, capturing his son's lips against his own.

Trunks stopped breathing for a long moment, his hands instinctively wrapping around Vejita's waist, pulling him closer. Warmth filled his body and heart. He felt the Saiyajin no Ouji tugging off his jacket, and he allowed it without question. He moaned against his father's mouth, feeling the muscles rubbing against his torso as their bodies clashed. Vejita's tongue ran across the bottom of Trunks' lip, requesting entrance. Trunks permitted it without even thinking, and felt his mouth invaded. His hands reached up and tangled in his father's thick locks, trying to pull him even closer.

When oxygen became an issue, the two parted, resting their foreheads together. After a moment Vejita turned back, and as he moved out of Trunks' vision the demi-Saiyajin was reminded of Gokou, who rested on the ground, hands still tied above his head with a golden glowing rope of energy. His eyes were gazing blankly at the ceiling, his face still a rosy red from the torment Vejita had most certainly put him through. Vejita walked back towards Gokou and lowered himself to the ground, one knee bent to rest his arm across. The dagger fell carelessly to the floor. He stared at Gokou for a moment, almost a look of mixed deviousness and love. The nervousness inside the young demi-Saiyajin returned tenfold as he saw Gokou's lust-filled eyes turn to him. Vejita seemed to sense it and he turned, looking up to Trunks with eyes that mirrored Gokou's. "Trunks… you can leave if you want."

Leave? Somehow, Trunks prevented himself from screaming out in protest of the offer. He'd always admired Gokou, and even on occasion had considered sex with the savior of Chikyuu, just as he'd considered sex with Vejita on so many warm nights. He took a step forward and knew he couldn't trust his voice at the moment. He simply shook his head slightly. His reward was a smile on his father's face and a tilt of his head. At the motion Trunks stepped forward and fell to his knees, drawing his black shirt over his chest and tossing it to the discarded Capsule Corporation jacket that laid just a few feet away.

Trunks licked his dry lips nervously, eyes wondering down Gokou's muscular torso, the abdomen, and thighs. The Saiyajin's arousal stood at full height, waving at Trunks. There his eyes lingered as he felt himself responding again within the confines of his pants, before Vejita spoke. "Go ahead."

"Ahead?" Trunks whispered, his voice cracking as he gazed up to his father. Vejita grinned even more and his eyes directed Trunks back to Gokou's quivering length. Despite the eagerness that he could not deny, Trunks couldn't bring himself to please the bound Saiyajin. His eyes turned up to his father with a frightened nervousness and frown. "I…" his voice still refused to cooperate with his mind. Of course, his mind wasn't exactly as clear as the skies. Vejita continued to smile faintly, just a quark of his lips and darkness in his eyes making it known. Trunks wasn't sure if it was one of amusement or a mocking smile at his son's embarrassment. "Come on, Trunks," came a quiet grin from Gokou beside him. Trunks looked down to see the Son grinning at him. "It's your first time, after all. I'm sure Vejita wouldn't mind letting you have control this once. What do you want to do?"

More afraid and nervous than before, Trunks' eyes jerked to his father, only to be confronted with that odd unidentifiable smile on the face of the Ouji. Taking the fact that Vejita wasn't scowling or unleashing a stream of colorful angry curses, Trunks looked away with a heavy blush on his face. He wanted both of them, but how could he tell them that? The pure idea of it was hideous and disgusting…

"Well, we'll just have to drag it out of him," Vejita muttered, his eyes turning to Gokou's hands. With a glare of his eyes the ki bonds faded and Gokou sat up, his hands tracing down to caress the trembling hardness that demanded attention. With a growl, he reached out and wrapped his free hand around Trunks' neck, tugging the lavender-haired demi against him. Trunks sighed against the firm grip of Gokou, feeling the rippling muscles of the savior's chest rubbing against him. He trembled as Gokou rose up to his knees, erection now being caressed against his thighs and own hardness. Gokou pulled away after a long moment, his lips continuing down Trunks' jawbone before his teeth snagged onto the earlobe. Breathing heavily and feeling the sweat begin to appear along his chest and forehead, Trunks' eyes found his father's form a few feet away. "Vejita…" he whispered heavily, his word being caught in Gokou's ear. The Saiyajin chuckled softly as Gokou released the earlobe. He remained close, their faces resting together, as his hands traced down and began tugging at the button and zipper of the boy's jeans. "You want Vejita?" he replied heavily, his scent overwhelming Trunks. It was a strange heated sense of spring air and hot sauce, which was all Trunks could compare it to, while his father had the distinct smell of sweat, power, and spice. His arm reached up and wrapped around Gokou's shoulders, trying to tug the Saiyajin closer as he felt his jeans being tugged down once they were successfully unbuttoned. "No…" he replied as he struggled to clear his confused mind. "Yes…" he corrected himself, still unsure how to voice his answer. Trunks felt Gokou's lips pulling into a grin. The pants were now hanging around his knees, waiting to be tugged off.

Gokou turned back, looking over his shoulder to the patient Saiyajin no Ouji. "I think…" he purred with a devious grin, "he wants to be in the middle."

Vejita returned the grin and stood up, pacing across the room. He knelt down beside his rival and shoved his son to the floor. With an easy rip he removed the pants, leaving the youngest boy completely in the nude. The last articles of clothing were thrown to the side, forgotten before they even landed on the pale floors of the gravity chamber. Trunks reached up, all embarrassment or shame forgotten with the removed clothing, and grabbed his father around the neck, tugging him downwards. His legs encircled his father's hips, their endowments striking together as Trunks hips jerked against them. His arms encircled the tanned skin of Vejita as their lips met fiercely, teeth biting down on all available skin that could be found.

Beside them, Gokou stretched out on his side, hand reaching out between the two heated Saiyajins to grasp Trunks' length. Gently, playfully, teasingly he stroked the arousal with butterfly touches, causing Trunks to cry out after a mere moment of the taunting playfulness. Vejita pulled back as he heard the cry, straddling his son, hands pressing down on each side of the boy as he towered over him. "Whom do you want inside you, Trunks?" he demanded to know, quickly growing impatient as his own need began to overwhelm his senses and tolerance. Trunks eyes stared into the blackness of his father's, his breathing ragged as he reached out, trying to grab his father and tug him backwards. Vejita leaned back out of his son's reach, grabbing the outstretched hand and crushing it in his grip. Trunks moaned as his hips jerked in Gokou's hand. His father's black eyes demanded an answer. Trunks couldn't find his vocal cords. They didn't seem to exist. With a hazy gasp, he managed to mouth: 'You'.

A pleased visage overtook Vejita's face. He leaned down with one hand resting on Trunks chest, forcing the boy to remain on the floor. "Really, Trunks. Disgusting boy. You want your father to fuck your raw?"

Trunks moaned out, his head rolling to the side when Gokou finally stopped taunting him. It was the only sound he could manage, but somehow he was able to nod as his eyes fell upon the Saiyajin that rested beside him, licking his fingertips. The pale whiteness of precum decorated his hand. Swallowing heavily, he whispered out. "Please…." Trunks wasn't sure to whom he was begging, but he was begging nevertheless, and this thought seemed to only please both the Saiyajin males.

"All right, Trunks," Gokou grinned, rising to his knees. Vejita rose also, leaving the lavender-haired boy on the floor, nearly unable to move. Vejita chuckled softly and reached down, grabbing his arm and pulling him up. "Go ahead. I'm glad to see I'm not the only one who wants to show Kakarrotto his place."

With that as encouragement, Trunks looked over to see Gokou on his hands and knees, submissive as ever. He gave a wary look to his father, the feeling that he was betraying the Saiyajin no Ouji somehow echoing in his mind, but he only saw a glare directed to him. Vejita was growing impatient, and quickly. He moved over, one hand grasping the side of Gokou's hips. Nervously he looked down to the anxious Saiyajin. "Should I…"

"I'm use to it," Gokou said with a chuckle, his hips rubbing against the tip of Trunks' length. Daringly, Trunks gently shifted himself forward; tip slowly passing through the tightness inside Gokou. He heard the Saiyajin moan out as he leaned down, resting his head and chest on the floor as his rear rose up even further in the air, allowing Trunks free rein over his body. As his hilt was buried completely inside the submissive Saiyajin, Trunks paused to allow Gokou to adjust for a moment as he caught his own breath, desperately trying not to just pound him raw. Within seconds Gokou was whispering unintelligible words. Trunks smiled as he felt Gokou pulling back, trying to wordlessly taunt him into moving. Quickly growing accustomed to his new position, Trunks pulled back and jammed himself again, repeating the process quicker each time as he got into rhythm. Within seconds Gokou was crying out, back arched like a stretching kitten's as he was shoved forward with each pound. Trunks' hand had reached down, encasing Gokou's trembling need and taunting him much as he had done moments ago.

However, the heavenly bliss was soon interrupted as a third party's existence was reminded. Trunks felt a hand encircling his waist, causing his pace to slow. Gokou was obviously displeased and moaned out with his dissatisfaction, burying his head in his folded arms on the ground as he moved with Trunks' slow movements, each time trying to urge him to quicken.

Behind the lavender-haired Saiyajin a deadly chuckle echoed out. Vejita's length, much as Trunks had done to Gokou, pressed against his son's un-invaded entrance. His lips ran across Trunks' sweaty skin, nibbling gently, before his lips found the boys ear. With a gentle kiss, he spoke. "This is going to hurt, boy, but the bond won't be complete without it."

Trunks didn't have time to question the meaning of his words when he felt himself ripped apart from the inside. Trunks roared with pain, falling against his father as blood dripped down between his legs. Vejita whispered soothing words into his ears, hands reaching down and tracing around what length wasn't resting inside Gokou, trying to calm the pained boy. His free hand twirled around the hardened nipples while his lips and tongue ran along the reachable skin of his neck and shoulders, nibbling and biting occasionally, before finally he bit down into the connected skin between the neck's base and shoulder. Trunks cried out again, but with less pain, as Gokou once again began moving against him.

Using the blood as lubricant, Vejita began moving inside his son, forcing his son to move into Gokou with him. Dominant over the other two, Vejita was immediate to quicken the pace. The heat in the room grew rapidly as sweat dripped from the muscles of the heated men onto the pale floors. The coolness of winter would indeed now be welcomed in relief.

With Trunks' teasing, Gokou was the first to find release. His roar of pleasure ended just as soon as Trunks' had begun. With the already unbearable tightness of his son growing, Vejita was easily overwhelmed as he climaxed, collapsing over his son. The three men fell together, curling in each other's limbs as exhaustion overtook each of them.

A few hours later, Gokou found himself awakened by the intriguing and familiar scent of Vejita, along with a faint growl of hunger from his stomach. He rolled onto his back with Trunks' arm encircled around his waist to see Vejita resting on his side, head in his palm as he stared down upon the nude figure of his son, fingertips running up and down the boy's waist. "Vejita?" he whispered quietly to the Saiyajin no Ouji, grasping the man's vision from his son. "Is something wrong? Do you regret…?"

"No, we just didn't get to finish playing with my new toys," Vejita muttered, motioning to the box of bondage items that rested against the far wall that had gone unnoticed by the young boy. Gokou chuckled, shaking his head. "Another time, Vejita. I'm hungry!" he rose from the floor and grabbed his gi from the corner of the room, hurriedly tugging it own with the anxious encouragement from his stomach guiding him. Vejita sighed from where he rested. "You're always hungry."

As Gokou successfully clad the lower part of his body, he looked down to Vejita. "You're not coming too?"

"No, think I'll stay here with the gaki," Vejita muttered, motioning to Trunks. Gokou gave a nod and turned, leaving the gravity room. The door swung closed behind him, and the quiet sound caused the teenager's eyes to slowly flutter opened, finding themselves encountered with the black eyes of the Saiyajin no Ouji. A dark heated blush overwhelmed Trunks and he tried to jerk away, only to find himself in the tight grasp of his father. Vejita glared and him and jerked him forward into a bruising kiss.

Trunks sighed into Vejita's lips, arms encircling around his neck as Vejita's hands gripped the back of his head. For a long moment the kiss lasted until the two pulled back with the need for breath. Vejita smirked down at him. "I love you, boy."

With a faint smile and blush, Trunks returned the words with another gentler kiss. Sparring had suddenly gotten a lot better…

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