Dreams
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,657
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Confusion
**Authors Note**
Wow, 4 chapters in less then a week. If I keep this up who knows what will happen. Perhaps I’ll do something productive…nope, nope just gas. Thanks for the reviews. Uhh…malimillions, you’ll get what’s going on soon. :)
***
In the endless vacancy of the room of spirit and time, kicks and punches were exchanged between father and son. And what an unusual and unlikely combination this was indeed. The older of the two was a man of small stature who none the less demanded respect. With a perma-scowel on his face, black hair which seemed to defy gravity, and a mean streak a mile long Vegeta pounded his son ruthlessly in the spine sending the lavender beauty across the tile floor.
Oh the son was a beauty indeed. Long lavender hair tied back into a messy ponytail only helped to accent the crystal blue eyes which held such age for someone so young. Built more like his grandfather on his fathers’ side, he stood a good 6 inches taller then his father who was built more like his mother. But if you mention that to his face, you will find yourself through a wall.
“Damn it Otousan!” Trunks screamed getting to his feet clutching the base of his spine. “If you break my fucking back how the fuck do you think we will be able to train?” He finished giving a more pained look then one of anger.
Vegeta merely dropped down from the air and looked his time traveling son over before speaking. “You left one of the most vital parts of your body open, boy. I assume you will learn your lesson and keep an eye on it from now on?” He added with the You Suck at Life tone before walking back to the only structure in the place.
He stopped for a second and turned to his limping son. “Besides, it wouldn’t be much of a loss if you couldn’t fight anymore. You’re like sparring with those stupid robots the woman makes. Every move you make is predictable and that what makes you weak.” He noted continuing on his way.
Normally Trunks would have been pissed off at the comment but was smiling instead. ‘His Father’ just gave him advice. And spoke to him like a person. ‘Oh I must be dreaming because this just doesn’t happen’ he thought straightening up and walking to the pavilion.
**
After a long, hot shower, Trunks stepped out into the kitchen/bedroom and plopped himself down on the bed. A large foot shaped bruise was the only imperfection on the youths’ back.
“I got you good,” He said admiring the bruise he had inflicted.
“Were you were one of those kids who pulled the wings off bugs as a kid, Dad?” Trunks said in a humorless voice.
Vegeta just snorted and grabbed the towel around Trunks’ waist igniting a yelp from the now naked boy below. Trunks flipped over, sat up, and grabbed a sheet to cover himself with glaring at his father.
“What’s that look for boy? You didn’t do the laundry and I need a towel.” He stated walking off to the bathroom.
Trunks sighed and lied back down. Upon dozing off memories from his earlier dream floated across his memory.
‘It was so real’ He thought drifting off. Images of Goku and him in bed made the poor boy blush as he shook his head to clear the thought. ‘Just a dream, nothing more’ he thought drifting away from consciousness.
***
An explosion hit the ground sending debris flying everywhere. One brave rock smacked a sleeping boy square in the junk. Eyes flying open, he coughed and gasped for breath holding the abused appendage.
“I think you broke him Vegeta.” Goku laughed descending from the air to check if his friend was alright.
“Serves him right for falling asleep when he is ‘Supposed’ to be sparring,” Vegeta chimed in following the younger Sayajin in front of him.
Trunks looked up after his vision cleared. The look of utter horror and confusion crossed his features. This wasn’t the room of spirit and time or the bathroom in his house.
Goku was the first to notice the look on Trunks’ face. “I didn’t think it hit you that hard Mirai.” Goku smiled trying to understand what is freaking the boy out so much.
“What’s going on here?” Trunks asked looking just as confused as the two in front of him.
Wow, 4 chapters in less then a week. If I keep this up who knows what will happen. Perhaps I’ll do something productive…nope, nope just gas. Thanks for the reviews. Uhh…malimillions, you’ll get what’s going on soon. :)
***
In the endless vacancy of the room of spirit and time, kicks and punches were exchanged between father and son. And what an unusual and unlikely combination this was indeed. The older of the two was a man of small stature who none the less demanded respect. With a perma-scowel on his face, black hair which seemed to defy gravity, and a mean streak a mile long Vegeta pounded his son ruthlessly in the spine sending the lavender beauty across the tile floor.
Oh the son was a beauty indeed. Long lavender hair tied back into a messy ponytail only helped to accent the crystal blue eyes which held such age for someone so young. Built more like his grandfather on his fathers’ side, he stood a good 6 inches taller then his father who was built more like his mother. But if you mention that to his face, you will find yourself through a wall.
“Damn it Otousan!” Trunks screamed getting to his feet clutching the base of his spine. “If you break my fucking back how the fuck do you think we will be able to train?” He finished giving a more pained look then one of anger.
Vegeta merely dropped down from the air and looked his time traveling son over before speaking. “You left one of the most vital parts of your body open, boy. I assume you will learn your lesson and keep an eye on it from now on?” He added with the You Suck at Life tone before walking back to the only structure in the place.
He stopped for a second and turned to his limping son. “Besides, it wouldn’t be much of a loss if you couldn’t fight anymore. You’re like sparring with those stupid robots the woman makes. Every move you make is predictable and that what makes you weak.” He noted continuing on his way.
Normally Trunks would have been pissed off at the comment but was smiling instead. ‘His Father’ just gave him advice. And spoke to him like a person. ‘Oh I must be dreaming because this just doesn’t happen’ he thought straightening up and walking to the pavilion.
**
After a long, hot shower, Trunks stepped out into the kitchen/bedroom and plopped himself down on the bed. A large foot shaped bruise was the only imperfection on the youths’ back.
“I got you good,” He said admiring the bruise he had inflicted.
“Were you were one of those kids who pulled the wings off bugs as a kid, Dad?” Trunks said in a humorless voice.
Vegeta just snorted and grabbed the towel around Trunks’ waist igniting a yelp from the now naked boy below. Trunks flipped over, sat up, and grabbed a sheet to cover himself with glaring at his father.
“What’s that look for boy? You didn’t do the laundry and I need a towel.” He stated walking off to the bathroom.
Trunks sighed and lied back down. Upon dozing off memories from his earlier dream floated across his memory.
‘It was so real’ He thought drifting off. Images of Goku and him in bed made the poor boy blush as he shook his head to clear the thought. ‘Just a dream, nothing more’ he thought drifting away from consciousness.
***
An explosion hit the ground sending debris flying everywhere. One brave rock smacked a sleeping boy square in the junk. Eyes flying open, he coughed and gasped for breath holding the abused appendage.
“I think you broke him Vegeta.” Goku laughed descending from the air to check if his friend was alright.
“Serves him right for falling asleep when he is ‘Supposed’ to be sparring,” Vegeta chimed in following the younger Sayajin in front of him.
Trunks looked up after his vision cleared. The look of utter horror and confusion crossed his features. This wasn’t the room of spirit and time or the bathroom in his house.
Goku was the first to notice the look on Trunks’ face. “I didn’t think it hit you that hard Mirai.” Goku smiled trying to understand what is freaking the boy out so much.
“What’s going on here?” Trunks asked looking just as confused as the two in front of him.