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.)
~~~***
Considered a great deal of
things as his tail swished back and forth like a nervous pendulum.
mind as he did a part of his work that morning. It wasn’t like they were in a hurry. Nobody every hurried to go see Gogeta. But Goten was starting to regret he had wanted to go see
him. It had been a year.
brother in all that time. (Of course,
he had been going through a Saiyan equivalent to PMS, enduring lectures upon
lectures from his father and Vegeta about how he did not want to get pregnant,
dealing with the mind-numbing boredom of school and seducing Trunks every
chance he got.)
Really,
of all of them, Bardock was the only one that regularly went to see his
brother.
Trunks
finished the last problem. Closed his books, dropped them back in his bag and
looked at Goten. “Are you sure you want
to do this?”
He
nodded. Felt his tail shaking, knew
that his mate could smell how very much he didn’t want to.
them, they sort of owed it to him to visit.
Trunks patted his back and motioned them toward the great outdoors.
Once
out there, Goten felt sick. He didn’t
want to go. But Trunks took his hand,
pulled him into the air, and they were going.
Goten closed his eyes, let Trunks guide him through the air, and tried
to remember back far enough to picture what Gogeta had looked like when he had
been part of the brood, part of the set of kids. Back before he left them.
Found that his memory did not extend back that far.
Felt
his older brother’s weak ki getting closer and closer until he had to open his
eyes and see him. Bit his lip, tried so
hard not to be nervous. And Gogeta was
sitting outside his little home. Legs
crossed, peacefully sitting. Head
tipped to one side. Hair shorn off very
short, like a human. No tail—he’d cut
it off himself years and years ago.
Black
eyes opened, he looked at them. There
was a scar on his face, another one on his exposed chest.
alone. Because while the oldest of the
brood always came to visit, there was a part of him that hated Gogeta with all
the passion a Super Saiyan had, and sometimes Bardock had no control over
himself.
A
smile—like a woman’s smile—crossed his face, and he nodded.
Pointed to the cushions.
Trunks
sat first, and looked up at Goten. And
Goten sat down. Forced his tail to wrap
around his elbow—to keep it from swishing nervously. Smiled. Wished they had
not come. “Hi,” he said.
finally just blurted out the most obvious thing: “I’m pregnant.”
that none of his children would ever meet their uncle.
this weak excuse for a Saiyan before him.
He turned to Trunks, pressed his face against the arm, whimpered.
he was underwater, dreaming. The way
his eyes never seemed to focus, the smell of the whole place around him.
off. That he had left his family.
Vegeta
told him that his reaction was perfectly natural. And thinking in retrospect, Vegeta never once mentioned Gogeta’s
name. Acted as if he had never had a
son with that name. Dad occasionally
spoke of Gogeta. Not often, and never
around Vegeta. He didn’t go to see him
(not that Goten knew of) but he always made Bardock tell him how he was.
he figured that Dad never went to see Gogeta because of what had happened back
when the brood were all three year olds, back when Dad had gotten sick, back
when Gogeta had first run away.
Trunks
put his arm around him. “Sorry, Gogeta,”
his mate said, “We’ve got to go.” He
was picked up. “We’ll see you.”
Then
they were leaving that horrible place.
And Goten stared over his mate’s shoulder back at his brother.
for him and hate him all at the same time.
Trunks never asked that question, but Goten knew he wanted to.
given.
They
didn’t go straight home. Stopped a
store. Went directly to the cake
aisle. Trunks picked up two little
tubes of frosting (the sort you used to write with) and directed them to the
checkout. Paid for them.
to Goten. Looked at him, kissed his
forehead. “We didn’t have to go.”
Goten
sighed. “It was the right thing to
do.” Then he grabbed the bag away from
Trunks, pulled out one of the tubes of chocolate frosting.
opening the tubes. Breaking the seals
and whatnot. Putting the appropriate
little caps on them. Blessed his mate’s
decision to use the tube sort of frosting, because writing on his mate would be
easier with the caps.
Their
parents were in the kitchen when they stepped through the doors, and they were
paused on their quest to their bedroom by Vegeta clearing his throat.
“Yes?”
Trunks asked.
“Where
were you?”
“Out,”
Trunks replied.
Goten
stood next to him and fidgeted. Knew
that his tail was doing its nervous dance again and that if they couldn’t tell
where he had been just by that they certainly could figure it out by the fact
that Trunks was speaking in his ‘leave me the hell alone’ voice.
“Next
time,” that was dad, “Let someone know.
Bulma thought you guys were here.”
“Sorry.”
fact, the word came out with a meaning closer to ‘Fuck you.’
And
they were sent on their way with a shaking of Vegeta’s head.
their room and stood just in front of tloselosed door.
anyone—and pulled his clothes off.
Pressed his own hands over his rounded stomach, prayed to all the
deities of all the planets that none of his children end up like Gogeta.
Trunks
tossed his own clothes into the corner, hands curled into fists, and tail
moving back and forth angrily. He
dropped the bag—containing the now ready tubes of icing—onto the bed and looked
at Goten. “Why did you want to go if
you didn’t want to see him?”
“Because,”
Goten said, “He’s still our brother.”
“That
doesn’t mean shit when he’s the one that left us. Or have you forgotten that, Goten?”
He
felt angry starting to peak up inside of him, and it made him feel so much
better. Anger was good.
closer to trunks, pushed him by the shoulders, shoving him back on to the
bed. Waited for him to get situated and
then climbed on top of him. “Its not
like anyone would let me forget, now is it?”
“Don’t
defend him,” Trunks said.
“I
don’t intend to,” Goten snapped, and then he lowered his head, pushed teeth
through skin, remarking Trunks. Felt
all the lovely muscles of his mate go taunt.
Felt the arousal flood through him, the erection against his
hipbones. Moved a hand down, pointed
that erection in the right direction and pushed his hips down, taking in all of
it. Sucked on the bite when he felt
himself stretch around him. Moved back,
licked his bloody lips. Felt hot hands
on the insides of his thighs. Grabbed
one of the tubes of frosting.
“Come
on,” Trunks whined, “Move.”
Goten
licked his lips, squeezed some of the chocolate into his mouth, sucked on it
and clenched his inner muscles around the hardness inside of him.
“Why
are you torturing me?”
And
he grinned. Clenched his muscles
again. Felt the thrust that lifted them
both up off the bed. Wondered how much
longer he would have to do this until Trunks would get the picture.
his knees. Not exactly the progress he
wanted, and in retaliation he tightened again.
And
that one was the final straw apparently, because he was now on his back.
hipbones. He flexed his legs, curled
them upwards. Sucked on the tube of
icing. Watched Trunks close his eyes
and clenched his teeth. Watched him
trying to breath as he panted and his skin got redder.
Was
being hammered into the bed. Poor
abused springs. Tried to push back,
found he could not move the hands on his hips and in retaliation he started to
clench rhythmically. Watched Trunks
start cursing under his breath, the hands tightened, the thrusts
quickened. And then, all at once, his
mates arms quivered, gave out, and he landed on his elbows, pressing them
closer together, but the thrusts moved just as fast.
Trunks
moved one his arms, pressed it against the wall and used it as leverage to move
faster. Goten reached his unoccupied
hand up to wrap around his mate’s wrist, stopped sucking on the chocolate,
dropped it on the floor. Let his mouth
open, whimpered and purred and yowled.
Felt his teeth clenching even without his permission.
and hissed and pushed back with all the leverage he had.
Insanity.
Used
his now free hand to grab Trunks’ hair, pull him up and kiss him.
chocolate. Knew that until the day he
died he would associate chocolate with amazing sex. And then he felt his body get impossibly tight, the last little
thrust into him, and they both screamed into each other.
This
was right, Goten thought dazedly. This
was what Saiyans were.
Wrapped
his legs around his mate, let him turn them on their sides.
Sighed. Just breathed.
his mate. Wrapped his tail around
Trunks, and then stroked the twined tails.
“I
love you,” Trunks whispered.
“I
love me too,” Goten said. Smiled when
he was kissed. And then snuggled
closer. Felt the warm hands around him.
One on his back, one on his leg.
And
he didn’t think of Gogeta again. Didn’t
feel bad for him, angry at him. Didn’t
feel sick anymore. Didn’t have to try
to understand what it was like to be a Saiyan that hated other Saiyans.
brothers and like Bulla. He was the
composite of them all, and through him there would be more of his kind.
Gogeta, and that was why he couldn’t stand to be around him.
he was terrified that his children would be like him.
And
then he would never see his children, because he would not be able to
understand them.
~~~~**
Review!
Goten:
Yeah! Sex!
Trunks: You
and your selective memory.
Goten: What
do you mean? I remember the frosting
too.
Trunks:
*rolls eyes. * Has anyone else
noticed that a plot has popped up?
Goten: It’s
not going to take over the sex is it?!
Trunks: As
if you would let that happen.
Jaygoose:
Yeah,
Trunks’ memories will never go away. If
he concentrated hard enough he could remember all the back to a time where
Goten never even existed. But, because
that’s a lot to remember, he just chooses (or rather, chose) to remember only
the timeline he’s currently in.
Getarian:
I
feel so sorry for Goku too. I felt
quite horrible actually, when I had to write the scene where he gave up his
future children. Sigh.
be.
No;
Gogeta’s reaction isn’t due to the allergy; (the full reason is explained in
Even More of Us.)
And
yes, we met Vegita and Kakarot, and they’ll be in here more.
Tatoosh:
Thanks.
Er. Different than the rest of
them.