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.)
~~~***
thought, Trunks happened to believe that math was worth a damn; that it was
relevant to everyday life, and that he did need to study it.
that an slight dip in his grade would send him right back to school and away
from Goten had ended with the boy shrugging saying: “So, I’ll find you at
school and fuck you there,” which was counterpoint to the whole argument.
dammit. He was already behind on the
schedule of things he had to get done by the end of the week.
everything in one sitting. And that was
not something he was looking forward to doing.
So
he was hiding. Outside.
problems. And it wasn’t working,
because, his mate was right there—so much for hiding—and he huffed, watched a
piece of graph paper slid over the problems he was working on, and found
himself looking at little cartoon versions of himself and Goten in the oddest
little positions.
“Look,
Trunks,” was what his mate said, “I made you some hyperbolas!”
He
didn’t think that was even possible, but he didn’t question his mate.
fell to his knees next to Trunks, licked the curve of his ear and purred.
“Why
is it that you only do math when you’re drawing porn?”
Goten
shrugged. “I don’t plan on getting a
job anytime soon. Except fighting.
them whip his longer than average spiky hair around. Licked his lips. “Why is
it that you’re always trying to get me to do math anyway?”
“Because
its important,” Trunks replied.
“Define
important.”
Trunks
sig
to get anywhere with this argument.
Closed his math book, dropped it back into his book bag and looked at
his mate. Watched him watch
Trunks. Waited for the inevitable
purring to start.
Goten
moved, threw one leg over Trunks’ lap, sat on his thighs.
care about numbers and science. I care
about different things.” He took
Trunks’ hand, pressed it to his waist, to where the babies were growing.
Trunks
felt a depression settling on him.
Wondered where it came from.
Slipped his hand under the shirt, onto the warm skin that was stretched
around his children. Wondered if he
would have boys or girls. Felt Goten
purring for him, felt the hand holding his wrist still, and the other one
touched his face. He wanted to pull
Goten inside of him and let his mate fill him up with that optimism that was
such a part of him.
“Hey,”
a third voice interjected, “Before you make the nakeds.”
mother, but had the same face and hair of his father—and kept his
distance. “Have you guys seen Takashi
or Bulla?”
“No,”
Goten said, “Why?”
Bardock
made a face, sighed. “I wanted to go
see Gogeta.”
“So
go see him yourself.” That was Goten’s
answer to everything. If you couldn’t
harangue someone into doing it for you, than just do it your damn self.
sometimes, the situation needed a little more compassion.
“Can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because
after last time, Mom and Dad said I couldn’t go see him by myself ever
again. Not until I learn to control my
temper or some shit like that.”
Goten
turned back to look at Trunks, narrowed his eyes a little and went completely
still. He, for some reason the rest of
them had yet to figure out, had the super-natural ability to sense ki.
matter how weak, he could find anyone he was looking for.
looked back at Bardock. “Takashi is in
India and Bulla is at school.”
Bardock
nodded, smiled barely, said ‘thanks’ and took off again.
It
was only after he was gone that Trunks realized he was gripping Goten’s arms
hard enough to leave bruises. He stared
at them, and then at his mate, and wondered why he always did that.
“Poor
Gogeta,” Goten murmured, “I always feel sorry for him.”
“Bardock
doesn’t.”
“Of
course he doesn’t. Bardock is a
full-blooded Super Saiyan. I’m surpri
he
he even acknowledges Gogeta as his brother anymore. Much less that he would want to go see him.”
“He’s
the oldest of the brood,” Trunks said, “Its his responsibility to make sure
everyone is alright.”
“Hmm,”
Goten gave this a few moments of thought, and then kissed him,
sex already.’
“Not
here,” Trunks said. “Too much sand.”
“Fine,”
Goten said with a huge sigh. “Where to,
then?” He stood up, straightened his shirt
and waited. rounded stomach.
~~~**
They
ended up at home, bypassed the smirking parents—who were sparring outside the
house—and went straight to their room.
Stripped off their own clothes, ended up kissing and rubbing against
each other just a few feet short of the bed.
Goten’s hands stroking his tail, from base to tip, running fingertips
over the sensitive skin around the base.
Trunks
bared his clenched teeth and pressed his mouth against the shoulder of his
mate, wondered why he knew what it felt like to have his tail ripped off.
down in the pit of his stomach and rising.
He felt tears—he never cried—cloud his eyes and he kissed Goten, hard,
screamed into him without making a sound, and trusted that his mate
understood. Kissed him until his lips
were bruised, and tasted every part of him.
Felt
legs opening up against him, hot hand on his erection, guiding him to where he
was most wanted, and as he felt his mate slid onto him; there was a flash of
something like a nightmare in his mind.
A familiar voice, laughing and laughing.
Goten
was dead. So were his children.
Trunks
pulled away from Goten. Stared at his
face. Felt those dark eyes staring
back. Fingers on his face, thumbs
brushing away tears. No movement, but
the rise and fall of their chests. And
then a soft sigh. Goten hugged him,
pressed their sweaty chests together and swayed, just barely, rocking them back
and forth. Wrapped his tail around
Trunks.
He
felt weak and stupid and girly. Hated
that horrible things came to him. Hated
that he couldn’t remember why. And as
the horror melted away, the purring increased in volume, he kissed his mates
face, his cheeks, his eyes, his nose.
Put his hands on the rounded waist, lifted him—all the way off, kissed
him when he started to pout, and turned Goten over.
Purring
got louder. His mate’s tail wrapped
around his waist, out of the way, and Trunks kissed the long back that was
present to him as Goten waited on his hands and knees.
“Moving
would be good,” Goten said.
He
agreed. Pulled out, pushed back in,
watched the body under him sway with the movement. Felt Goten tightening around him—Kami, if that was even possible—and
the slickness as theringring increased again.
Listened to the panting, watched the skin under him get splotchy and
shiny with sweat. Leaned over his mate
and watched his hands digging into the floor.
Thrust
harder. Moved his hand around to stroke
the erection. Trilled and panted and
whimpered for his mate. Used his other
hand to steady the hips under him.
Thrust in even harder. Felt them
moving across the floor—just a little—and bared his teeth again.
Primal
things came to the forefront of his mind, and he felt it spreading all around
him as he pushed in harder, pulled Goten back against him faster.
that this was his. Only his.
he would rip their heads off and eat their brains. Choked out the word: Mine.
Felt
the spasms in the body under him, the hotness on his hand, closed his eyes; let
tightening around his erection draw out his orgasm. Let Goten pull away, turn back over and stare at him.
rub his knees.
“I’ve
got rug burn now,” he said.
Kissed
the abused knees. Felt hands in his
hair. “We should get cleaned up.”
on. Waited until Goten had pulled on a
pair of his own and then they went to the bathroom.
~~~**
Goten
was sitting on the couch, legs crossed like an Indian, licking chocolate
frosting off his fingers. Watching some
stupid cartoon on TV. Trunks worked on
his homework. Sat on the floor in front
of him, used the coffee table as a desk.
Listened to the calming purr.
The
front door opened, Bulla came in. Her
hair was wet and dripping all over the floor—since it went all the way down to
her waist—she put her hands on her broad hips, huffed and stormed through the
room. Takashi was next.
bleeding lip. He stopped long enough to
look at Goten.
“Next
time he asks where I am, lie, okay?”
Goten
just shook his head no and sucked on the frosting.
The
youngest ones came in next, little Vegita—with an I so don’t confuse him with
Vegeta—and Kakarot. Both of them dusty
and grinning. Lastly Bardock, who had
only one bruise, on his bare chest—what remained of the shirt was tatters—the size
of Bulla’s shoe.
“That
was fun!” Vegita announced. Then he ran up the stairs.
“Hey
wait up!” Kakarot shouted as he followed.
“How’s
Gogeta?” Gotened.
Trunks
felt the growl starting up in his chest, and tried to stop it.
anyway—and there was no reason he should be growling at him all the time.
“Fine.
them for it.”
“Did
you toss Bulla in the pacific again?”
“No.
the only one that didn’t find the sibling fights amusing, because even Goten
was laughing. The battles were
harmless, and the brood was all connected by their shared birthday anyway.
matter. But, every time they all came
home, dusty and bruised and stinking like the fight, he felt a part of himself
objecting. Screaming out that it wasn’t
all fun. That there was something
sinister in the way they fought.
There
wasn’t.
This “I “Sure,” ~~~~** Review! Goten: Sigh; Trunks: I Goten: I Thanks to Getarian for the Hyperbolas. And Jaygoose for reviewing!
ritual of theirs—fighting with Bardock over whether or not to go see Gogeta—had
happened every three months for years.
And still, Trunks hated it.
p>
think we should go see him tomorrow,” Goten said, “I haven’t seen Gogeta in
over a year. He’s never seen me
pregnant.”
Trunks said. And he forced his
attention back to the homework before him.
Didn’t think about tomorrow or today or anything but what he was
reading.
the frosting made but a mere cameo.
would like the angst to stop now.
agree, the angst takes up too many words that could be used for sex.