More of Us
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Notes: Slash. M/M.
Oh, and I don’t own them.
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Gohan
knew a few things for certain. One was
that everybody had a mommy and a daddy.
The other was: when in doubt, ask Piccolo. So after his dad attempted to explain that he was pregnant, Gohan
immediately went to Piccolo to ask him to explain in terms that Gohan could
actually understand. The green man was
looking especially green, and a bit perturbed.
“You
should ask your mother about sex, Gohan,” was Piccolo’s response.
Not
exactly the helpful answer Gohan was expecting, so he—realizing that it was a
bad idea—sought out Vegeta. He found
the disgruntled, arrogant Prince sitting on the roof of the Capsule Corp
building. The Prince looked at him with
one eye and then heaved a sigh.
“Kakarot is not here.”
“I
know,” Gohan said. “Dad said.”
wasn’t exactly looking forward to asking the Prince questions.
“The
women can.”
“But
dad is a boy.” Unless, of course, Gohan
had his genders mixed up horribly. But he was fairly certain that he and his
father were both men, and thus they would not be the ones to carry children.
“Yes.
Saiyans. His body changed to make him
both male and female.”
clasclass=MsoBodyText style='line-height:150%'> Gohan
stared. Vegeta was being down right
civil. Pleasant even.
under the roof where Vegeta was laying, and if he had focused on his Father’s
ki, he would have realized that Vegeta was lying directly above where Goku was
sleeping. But he did not notice these
things, and feeling a bit unnerved that the Prince was being civil, promptly
flew away again.
~~~~*
Trunks
forgot, to his shame, that there were other threats the Saiyans would have to
defeat. In the weirdness of finding out
that Goku was pregnant he had forgotten about Freiza’s return.
that asshole and save the planet. Of
course, by the time he finished recovering from the idea that he wouldn’t
exist; since Vegeta was with Goku and not Bulma. Or if he did exist it would not be the same.
alternate futures there were, and had he come to the right past?
He
left without telling the others were he was going. Intent on defeating the threat without alarming the pregnant
Goku—who purred and snored the whole night—or Vegeta—who was sleeping on the
roof—or Bulma. It should be a
relatively simple thing to destroy the annoyance. After all he was a Super Saiyan.
As strong or stronger than Goku.
But, as he stood in the middle of the field, and watched the space pod
descend, he felt the approach pair of Saiyans.
The
pod door opened. Freiza appeared,
snickered in that annoying pitch of his, smirked. Trunks didn’t spare the energy to talk. He powered up, burst into Super Saiyan, as powerful as he could
possibly be, and then raised both his hands, gathered all the ki he could.
“You
can’t destroy me!” Frieza shrieked.
Trunks
let the ki go, felt it tear through the space pod, the earth under Frieza,
through the icejin himself. Just as his
energy started to fail, there was more power in the blast.
of him.spanspan>Vegeta was screaming in rage
and Goku was silent but just as deadly as Bulma had told him about.
When
the bright flash died away, there was nothing but a deep scar in the earth.
“You’re
a Super Saiyan?” Vegeta demanded.
“How’d
you know…?” Trunks started.
Goku
grinned. “I recognized his ki.
“You’re
a SUPER SAIYAN?” Vegeta screamed.
“Don’t
worry, Vegeta,” Goku said calmingly, “I’m sure you’ll be one soon.”
Vegeta
shot him a venomous look, and growled out in anger. Without saying another word he flew away, leaving a minor dent in
the dirt where he flew over the earth.
Goku
shrugged and turned to look at Trunks.
“What are you going to do now?”
Trunks
sighed. If he went back to the future
he wouldn’t exist anymore. Because
Vegeta was never going to end up with Bulma.
He might still exist, but as Goku’s child instead of Bulma’s and
wouldn’t that mean that the antidote didn’t exist? What if Trunks existed and Goku’s three children lived too?
No.
bring back the antidote, maybe Goku’s three children had died from the same
heart virus and that’s why Vegeta had sought out Bulma.
and Goku’s children didn’t.
Goku
was purring again, eyes half-lidded, tail wrapped around his own thigh, the end
flicking back and forth like a cat’s, teasing the suddenly highly sensitive
skin. The smell was back, stronger, and
as he watched Trunks’ brow furrow in thought, he thought to himself how very
much like his father the boy looked.
Wondered if he tasted the same.
Wondered if Trunks would let him find out. Goku moved forward, the purring got deeper, his tail tightened
around his leg, and Trunks looked up just in time for Goku to nuzzle against
his neck.
Trunks
stood stock still. Goku was so close to
him he could feel the man’s chest vibrating in that intoxicating purr.
neck he tilted his chin back, instinctively giving the taller Saiyan the room
to press his lips against the skin. And
when Goku ran his tongue across Trunks’ neck, the boy was absolutely certain he
was going to die. Every impulse in his
demanded that he reach forward, grab Goku and…
What? Exactly?
mate—temporary obviously, or else the Prince would be here beating Trunks’
skull in—he wasn’t inclined to do anything to Goku.
Then
the tall Saiyan looked up at him, smiled, and pressed both his hands to Trunks’
chest, ran them up and down his shirt, and then around his back, pulled them
closer together. His eyes were clouded,
and he murmured “ ‘Geta,” just before he kissed Trunks.
his mouth, felt Goku’s tongue, and forgot—just for a moment—that this was
Vegeta’s mate. He curled both his hands
in Goku’s wild hair and pulled it hard, pressing them closer together.
~~~~**
Vegeta
had imagined going Super Saiyan a thousand ways. He had imagined it since he was old enough to listen to his father
lecture him on how he was a miserable excuse for a prince, how he had no pride
and no honor. He had imagined it every
day he had served Freiza, every minute he had known Kakarot, and now that
Trunks had appeared from the future he imagined it with every beat of his
heart. And the fact that the little
brat could achieve Super Saiyan was enough to make his eyes cross in envy.
Vegeta
did not pout. He simply allowed himself
time to be disappoint in himself once again, allowed himself time to gather all
that anger his father had given him.
Because a Saiyan fed on anger.
They grew stronger with rage, and he was certainly not going to let that
little future boy to come back and best him the same way that Kakarot did.
When
he felt that he was appropriately filled with rage, Vegeta returned to Trunks,
intent on challenging the demi-Saiyan to a fight. But when he got close enough to see the lavender haired Saiyan,
he stopped dead in mid-flight.
That
lying, deceiving, BASTARD! That stupid
little pale boy from the future had his unworthy hands wrapped in Kakarot’s
hair! Had his mouth pressed to
Kakarot’s, was bleeding for Kakarot and whimpering and Kakarot was PURRING for
someone ELSE!
Just
like that, as the rage inside of Vegeta burst beyond anything he had ever felt
before, the sky burned yellow, and crackled.
Blindly, Vegeta dove, intent on killing the lavender-haired bastard that
thought he had the right to touch something that belonged solely to the Prince.
ribs crack and smirked as he shoved the worthless body into the ground.
Kakarot, Vegeta was more than willing to oblige him. He would bleed and die for Kakarot.
~~~**
Goku realized it probably
wasn’t a good idea, what he was doing.
But the realization was dimmed by the fact that Trunks was right there,
in front of him, warm and hard and responding with the same sort of want.
that Goku could forget that it wasn’t Vegeta he was kissing.
at forgetting until the enraged Saiyan he was imagining smashed head first into
Trunks and propelled them both into the ground.
Goku
stared, momentarily shocked into dumbnessthe the sheer magnificence of the
smell Vegeta was sending off. It was
even better than Trunks’ smell. Goku
sniffed at the air and moved to catch up with Vegeta as the Prince picked up
the body of his future son and kicked it straight into the air like a football.
a ki blast when Goku wrapped his arms around him, and sniffed his blond
hair. Vegeta when rigid in his grasp
and then, when Goku started to purr, the prince turned, looked at the bloody
smile on his mate’s face and snarled.
Behind them, Trunks fell to the ground and groaned.
Vegeta
half turned, raised his hand to finish what he had started, but Goku’s tail
wrapped around Vegeta’s thigh and his hands were raking down the Prince’s back,
clawing at him, reminding him of the marks that were already on his back,
reminding him of how he had gotten them.
He let his power dwindle, let his hair fade back into black, and Goku
smiled at him, licked his lips.
“I’m
hungry,” he said, “Can we go eat now?”
Vegeta
stifled the sigh. Five months, he
reminded himself, five months of a spastic Kakarot absorbing his every
thought. Five months of this
insanity. Five months of sheer
hell. He had admitted it to himself,
even if he didn’t like it, that attempting to distance himself from Kakarot was
not going to work. The farther away he
got, the worse he felt about himself, the angrier he got and the more
territorial. There was a severely bruised
Saiyan climbing to his feet behind them to attest to this fact. He was a Super Saiyan now.
Because
of Kakarot—Kami must have a real wicked sense of humor about things.
could not fight the impulse to protect Kakarot and give him his every wish and
desire, then Vegeta could do the opposite, excel at providing for his mate so
well that anyone else even so much as thinking about touching the bearer of his
children would realize that Kakarot was for Vegeta alone.
“
‘Geta,” Goku said, “Doncha think you should help Trunks?”
“No,
Kakarot, I do not.” Vegeta waited until
Goku’s hold on him relaxed enough to let him go, and then rose into the
air. The look on Goku’s face was enough
to inform him that if Vegeta didn’t carry his happy ass over there and pick up
the victim of Saiyan instincts then Goku was going to show Vegeta some
Saiyan-style beatings that would remind the whole world why Goku was the
strongest warrior in the universe.
Vegeta, despite his intolerable pride, was well aware that Goku could
and probably would—given his present state—proceed to spank him like the Prince
was a misbehaving toddler if he did do do as Kakarot so kindly suggested.
of the dirt. Jostled the dirty
demi-Saiyan, making him groan in pain again, and took satisfaction that he was
causing the idiot pain.
“Maybe
we should take him to Dende and get him healed,” Goku said.
~~~~~***
*You know you
want to review! *
Gk: Hey, ‘Geta…
Vegeta: What Kakarot?
Gk: Do you… Do you…
Vegeta: Spit it out already.
Gk: Do you think I’m fat?
Vegeta: *looks at audience * do you see the insanity I have subjected
myself to?