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.)
~~~***
Goten
walked into the kitchen. Technically,
he was wearing a part of shorts, but under the long shirt, you couldn’t really
see them. Which made his younger
brothers go: “Gross!” and “Go put pants
on!” He didn’t really care what their
opinion was. They were getting ready to
leave for school. So he just sat down
in the kitchen chair, grabbed a donut and started to eat, grinning at them as
they reluctant left.
But
once they were gone, Aunt Bulma and Dad and Vegeta all came into the room.
kitchen at the same time was a marvel beyond his ability to comprehend.)
his round stomach. Resisted the urge to
snap at him, because it was his father, after all, and besides Trunks it was
the only person that was actually allowed to touch him.
“Where’s
Trunks?” dad asked.
Vegeta
smirked.
Which
meant the prince knew exactly where Trunks was. Passed out upstairs in their room. And Vegeta knew this, undoubtedly, because he had been in the
kitchen when Goten sent his mate after food.
Which didn’t bother him in the least.
It wasn’t exactly a hidden fact that he was having sex, now was it?
The whole pregnant thing sort of screamed: Yes, I have been fucked.
So why was he going to waste time feeliny aby about it?
him. “Sleeping,” Goten said.
Dad
sighed. Looked at Vegeta.
classified away under ‘I want that.’
And he felt suddenly very sad for his father.
Impulse
control was not something that Goten prided himself on, so when he thought of a
question he generally just spit it out.
“Do you regret it?” Now,
technically, Goten wasn’t supposed to know what his father had given up to save
his brothers’ lives. He was supposed to
be ignorant of the whole situation like everyone else.
didn’t know. Honestly, who didn’t
notice it?
His
Dad sighed heavily. “Not as much as I
would miss your brothers,” was what he said.
What he always said. And Goten
wondered if it was a lie. Didn’t press
the issue though. Didn’t mind that his
father touched his pregnant belly if it made him feel better.
“I’m
going to go get Trunks up,” Bulma said.
“I
can do it!” Goten offered.
getting ready to walk out of the kitchen.
His tail wrapped around his wrist and started tugging on his arm as it
swished.
“All
right,” Bulma conceded. She sat back
down at the table and picked up her cup of coffee again.
And
having the attention of the whole room, he cleares ths throat, leaned back in
his chair and started to purr. Just
like that. Purring, a heavy sort of
purr, that made the chair shake just a little.
“That
won’t work,” Bulma said, “He sleeps like the dead.”
“It’ll
work,” Vegeta replied.
Goku
grinned and his tail flicked bacd fod forth behind him.
Goten
tilted his head back into the chair, rested his hand on his tummy and
purred. Waited, heard the thump of feet
on the floor, the grumbling, and then Trunks was there, hair messy, pulling on
a shirt over the lines of bloodspots and chocolate on his chest.
“What
now?” he asked Goten.
To
which, Goten responded by tugging on his shirt until he could kiss his mate and
then he smiled and said: “Your mom wants you.”
“That’s
amazing,” Bulma said. “How far away
from each other can you be for that to still work?”
Trunks
mumbled some response, fell into the chair next to Goten and dropped his head
down to the table. Goten didn’t feel
particularly bad about making his poor little mate so tired.
to the fact that Trunks needed sleep, but he didn’t really care.
“So,”
Goku said, “Who’s going to deliver the babies?”
His
dad was the oddest person. Who just
asks that question out of thee lie like that?
Goten was trying to eat breakfast, and his dad asks that.
Of
course, his mate apparently had not known this. “I thought Dad was going to do it.”
To
which Goten stood up, knocked his chair back against the wall and stared at his
mate. Tried to summon words for a few
moments, nothing came, and then he shouted: “Vegeta is NOT delivering my
children, Trunks! He is not going to be
gawking at those places!”
Trunks
scoffed, stood up, and said: “He changed your diapers, idiot, I think he’s seen
everything you got.”
Goten
smiled—his Step-father would have recognized that smile, because it was the
same one his father used—“I don’t wear diapers anymore, Trunks.
than he’ll be seeing everything I’ve got a lot more often than YOU will!”
kitchen.
~~~***
Three
hours. Goten sat upstairs, in his room
and purred. For three whooursours.
because he realized that his purring would make the idiot horny no matter where
he was and whatever he was attempting to do would be sabotaged until he came
back and dealt with his little mistake.
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Besides,
pissing Trunks off generally led to pretty good sex. He remembered a few months ago when Trunks had disappeared—inexplicably—and
he had come back with that hunk of metal that was a ‘time machine’ and he’d
been beaten up. Goten had known he
would be. Couldn’t really remember why
he knew this. And he had greeted his
mate with a senzu and sex. And for a
few weeks after that, Trunks got pissed every time Bardock got anywhere near Goten—or
for that matter, he didn’t like Bulla or Vegeta that much either.
returned to the same person he’d been before.
Goten
wondered what had happened.
That
was when the door opened, and the mate in question was there.
tub at Goten. It was vanilla
icing. Blech. But, following the icing there was a bottle of chocolate
sauce. That was more promising.
Trunks—who had showered and was now clean of their yesterday events—strip off his
clothes.
Goten
pulled off his own. Opened the can of
frosting, stared at the white crap within.
He hated vanilla. Trunks sat
next to him, scooted in on the bed so he wasn’t so close to the edge, and Goten
straddled his hips, pushed him back into the pillows, and smiled.
as he dug his fingers into the icing, was that they never felt like they had to
verbally apologize.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> There was a system
of things that they did to apologize by the words never left their lips.
chest. And then another.
bed, picked up the bottle of chocolate sauce.
Noted that it was cold. Layered
the foul white icing with it.
“Goten,”
Trunks said. He sounded like he was
upset. Probably was, considering his
chest was being used as an icing palette.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “You
got the wrong icing,” Goten said.
he
he used his fingers and started to mix it together. Felt his hips canting, up and down, back and forth, and he could
smell—and feel—that his mate was completely aroused. Horny. Goten liked that he
had this effect on his mate. The nasty
white frosting turned light brown. He
sucked on his fingers. Tasted chocolate
dimly through the vanilla. And licked
his lips.
Felt
Trunks’ hands on his hips, lifting him, moving him back a little, and he was
lowered down onto the erection. Heard
the exhaled breath from his mate, the fingers tightened on his hips.
frosting. Sucked on the frosting until
it melted in his mouth. Loved that
underneath the sugar he could taste Trunks’ skin. Felt movement inside of him, around him, and became aware that he
was now on his back. But that didn’t
matter so as long as he could continue to lick the frosting.
His
legs were spread out wide around Trunks—didn’t really care about that—felt hands
on his thighs, tighting and loosening.
Felt his erection trapped between their bodies, the feeling of hardness
sliding in and out of him. Purred, now,
for his mate. Reached the last of the
frosting and pouted. Until his mouth
was taken over by Trunks. And then he
couldn’t pout because he was being tasted.
A
whimper to let his mate know that he was ready for this to get more interesting
,and Trunks was pushing his power level up, getting harder and bigger all
around him. Inside of him.
head back, let his whole body be rocked back and forth.
lips and didn’t care. Felt Trunks lower
his head and kiss his neck, move his hands up from thighs to his waist, rubbed
the rounded tummy, then further up, pressed to his chest, and Goten was
panting.
Gritting
his teeth, wrapped his hands around the bar on the headboard of the bed.
disappear as Trunks moved faster, harder, and he yowled for him.
tight to the body that moved over him.
Felt a desperation in that movement, moved his own hands to wrap around
the back above him. Dug his fingers in,
felt Trunks shudder all around him.
Spared
a moment of mindless concern before his world imploded inside of him and he was
gasping and arching in pleasure. Rode
out the shock waves and purred.
Trunks
lifted himself up again, stared down at Goten, and Goten stared right back.
Felt like his face was being memorized, and returned the favor.
the hair to the blue eyes, to the face, and the little scar on his chin.
and wanted to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t. Because Trunks wouldn’t have answered anyway.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “Shower?”
is what Trunks finally asked.
“And
then sleep,” Goten agreed. He wrapped
his arms around his mate’s shoulders again as he was picked up.
them, and then let himself be carried to the bathroom.
and noticed—probably for the first time—that there was a line through it.
not noticed it.
reflect on it as he was set down in the shower and handed a bottle of
soap.
~~~~**
Its
growing! Quick somebody stop it!
now.
Goten:
haha. More sex for me.
Trunks: My
chest is not your canvas or your palette.
Goten: Your
chest is mine to do as I please with.
Jaygoose:
I
couldn’t ignore that he had traveled through time, even if he more or less ‘forgot’
those memories.
Getarian:
Yes,
they’re all a big happy family of warrior aliens. Expect Vegeta and his son to face off sometimes.
in there! Yeah!
next chapter. (because everyone will
find out their fate in Even More of Us.)
Oi.
to think of math, but Goten would probably love to use the hyperbola thing
against him. Draw him dirty little
pictures.