Frosting Chronicles
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Frosting Chronicles
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Sex.
Humor. Mpreg.
School bashing.
Set in the: More of Us universe.
accidentally changed himself into part woman.
I don’t own anything (except Bardock,
Goten’s uterus.)
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Four
o’clock in the fucking morning was not the time that he wanted to be woken up
by his mate. Four o’clock in the
morning was just an hour and half shy of the time he had to get up anyway and
go to school. Four o’clock was just TWO
HOURS after Goten had finally let him sleep.
Yeah, he understood his nymphet (nymphomaniac) of a lover was pregnant,
that he hated school, and that it was Trunks’ sworn duty to do all he could to
make Goten’s life better. And he
thought he was doing a great job. But
that didn’t change the fact that someone needed to take over his mother’s
company. Feeding Saiyans was not a
cheap job, and it wasn’t like his mother would live forever.
“Trunks,”
came the voice, close to his ear, since Goten was pressed against his
back. “I’m hungry.”
Oh,
how he wanted to just tell the chibi to go feed his fucking self.
Begrudged ever having given into his mate. Cursed every single dragon he had ever met or would ever meet, and
Goku, because the idiot was the reason that his mate was pregnant—or the reason
that his mate could get pregnant at all.
Cursed his own father for not more firmly instilling the understanding
that pregnant people were not fun.
Yeah, sex was great. The little
nymphet had proven this point many times since he turned fourteen.
He
trudged down to the kitchen, flicked on the light, and who should he find
there, but his very own father, standing in front of the sink, shirtless—wearing
nothing but a pair of shorts—and drinking a glass of water.
that meant Vegeta had absolutely no sympathy for him, because the Prince had
told his son to ABSOLUTLY NOT have sex with Goten. He had not listened. And
everyday for two months he’d had to face his three parents—Bulma, Vegeta and
Goku—and have them give him that look that meant they understood what he was
going with and weren’t going to offer to help him because they had warned him
and he had disregarded their warnings.
“Shut
up,” he said. Not that his father said
anything.
“Sleep
well?” was the comment though.
Trunks
rolled his eyes at his father, and opened the fridge. Pulled out the chocolate cake—damn Goten and his insatiable need
for chocolate—and grabbed a fork.
“Your
mother talked to the school,” Vegeta informed him as he was leaving the
kitchen.
So
Trunks turned, raised his eyebrows and waited for the thought to be
finished. His parents, mainly Goku and
Vegeta, had given him a very frank assessment of what the lust-cycle of the
pregnancy was going to be like.
Basically informed him that he was going to be shagging all day, every
day. (Oh no. He was a sixteen year old male that had to have sex all the
time!) But that had brought up the problem of what they were going to do about school.
unexpected.
“They’re
going to allow you to work from home just as long as your grades don’t drop.”
He
nodded. Turned.
father laughing at him. Damned his bad
luck. He and Goten couldn’t leave this house
because they didn’t have anywhere else to go.
They were underage, the nymphet was pregnant, and the only people in the
whole universe that had any idea what this meant were the parents in this
house.
Trunks
stepped into his room, closed the door behind him, and found that Goten was
sitting—completely naked—back against the headboard, legs drawn up and open—shameless
his pretty mate—and he was flicking the end of his tail that was wrapped around
his thigh. Bored.
room, and smiled.
Why
hadn’t he listened to his father?
Trunks
gave him the pan of cake. Watched him
swallow half of it in just a few seconds, and then laid down, dragged the
covers back up from the end of the bed, full intended to go back to sleep.
dropped on his arm. Followed by a hot
mouth and the feeling of a velvety soft tongue. The purring again.
Kami
damn that purring. It just shut down
all thoughts and made him think like a caveman. Must. Have.
Must. Please. Mate.
Trunks
rolled onto his back. Felt the smear of
frosting over his chest. A long line
across his collarbone, and another two that formed little half-circles down to
his nipples, then two straight lines from his nipples to his navel.
grin as he sucked on his fingspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Yep.
lust-cycle thing.
Then
Goten kissed him, like a butterfly, and move down to his chest.
chin and his neck, as the hot mouth sucked the chocolate off his skin.
way his mate was rocking against his hips.
Considered trying to put a stop to this, found that the purring made
that thought disappear without being given the time of day.
his pants down.
Found
that this pleased Goten immensely, because the purring got louder, that
fragrant smell of lust got stronger.
The suction increases as the chocolate line led his mate to one of his
nipples. His tail wrapped around Goten’s
just as the nymphet lifted his hips up and sank down onto Trunks.
Fucking
tight. He spared a brief thought to
feel sofor for his mate. Not long,
because even though Goten always still for a moment as he whimpered and purred
softly, he never really stopped. He
felt thumbs in the icing on his stomach, spreading it further, but the mouth
pulled away—smeared with frosting—and Goten panted for him.
little nymph he purred and started to move; leaned back and put his hands on
Trunks’ knees as he arched his whole body.
Bless
Saiyan flexibility.
Trunks
tried to remember why he was angry about this turn of events.
of him, the stomach, the thighs, chest.
Beautiful, soft skin. Muscles
flexing and working. Sweat starting to
shine all over his soft, ivory skin.
And the darkness around them highlighted the dips and curves of his
body.
Trunks
sat up, ran his hands up that arched back, wrapped his hands around the
shoulders. Moved his own legs as he
pushed Goten down on his back, kissed him.
Chocolate. Heard the
moaning and the purring, and thrust into the beautiful body under him
harder.
Hands
on his back. Not digging into the skin,
just clutching and urging. Legs around his
hips, pulling him in harder, and he felt Goten start to shake under him.
into the dark eyes. Watched him
grin. Bit his own lip.
Oh.
Whine.
“More?”
was the little whimper. And Trunks
wondered sometimes how it was that Goten could keep his mind about him in times
like this but he could never focus on a single thing in school.
he was screwing Goten in school, the boy would be a genius with straight A’s.
digging into his back as he let his ki raise.
Horny
little nymph.
Trunks
felt the flickering of yellow all around him, felt his own hair stand on
end. Spared just a second to hope his
poor brothers didn’t get too traumatized by this ritual of his and Goten’s.<
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style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And speaking of Goten, his eyes were
narrowed down to dark slits, mouth open, panting and flushed.
clutching at the bed, the other moved down to his arm.
He
pushed in harder, grit his teeth, and felt his whole world centering on the
feeling of sliding in and out of his mate, of the feeling of that whole body
shuddering under him, the tighteness, the slickness, the way his skin was
flushing even more. s"> The purr.
The tightg ofg of fingers on his arm.
Kami!
He
must have been born under a blessed star or something.
The
little voice that whispered his name as he felt the orgasm flood through the
body under him. Warmth on his stomach—yes,
his little nymphet got the best of all worlds, because he got to orgasm twice
every time—and he closed his eyes as he released into his mate.
Became
aware that he had been rolled onto his side, that Goten was licking the rest of
the chocolate frosting off his chest.
He watched him, reached off to the side of the bed to grab something to
wipe Goten’s mess off his waist. When
he was completely clean again, Goten laid next to him, purred and yawned, and
told him that he loved him.
And
it was the darkest parts of the day, like this, that he felt something inside
of him peak. Something that he could
never really remember, and he felt a great fear that something was going to
take Goten from him. He loved his
family, of course, but he was never truly at ease around Bardock.
around his own father—when his father was fighting or sparring or just in
general being overly angry. Being with
Goten, though he absolutely loved him, made him very sad sometimes.
memorize his love because it would soon be taken from him.
Trunks
never really thought about these memories too hard. But when he went into his mother’s lab, saw that big hunk of beat
up metal she kept insisting was a time machine, he felt as if he was connected
to it. Ridiculous, he knew, but when he
looked at it, he felt a kinship. Like
he, too, had been beat up like that.
Like he was carrying wounds that nobody could see.
If
anyone knew what he meant—which he had the suspicion that Goku did—they hid it
well. Never betrayed anything.
sure even happened.
But
the dark alw always faded into light.
Goten always hugged him while he slept and purred for him.
emptiness and focus on how much he loved this boy, how much he loved the little
ones inside of him, and how annoyed he was that he was going to have to bala
cal
calculus and fucking.
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Yeah! People are reviewing!
Goten: Gee,
I wonder why it’s called Frosting Chronicles?
0%'>Trunks: It
is a mystery.
Goten: Guess
we’ll just have to keep having sex until we figure it out.
Lady Lupin:
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Yeah.
level of fluffiness. I’ll try not to
make it too sweet though.
Jaygoose:
You’ll
see the others. Some of them,
anywho. Which ever ones of them make it
through Even More of Us.
Getarian:
Don’t
be too sad. There probably won’t be any
Vegeta lemons, but he’ll be in here.
Trunks & Goten still live with their parents.
I love reviews.
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