A Trip to the Future
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,165
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Discovery
:: Authors Note ::
Thanks to all that reviewed. It’s nice to know that there are people out there instead of just numbers. Umm…I like the name Mirai but I’ll use Trunks when other people are talking to him…just cause I’m nice. And also you just have to wait to see what happens next…keep your guesses to yourself. XOXO I love you all.
**
The air was thick in the gravity chamber and the gravity was intense. Vegeta performed one armed pushups with little difficulty but still found himself scowling at the floor. Training had always been a way to burn off steam. But when the object of his irritation was the very thing that helped him get rid of it, Vegetas’ head felt like it would surely cave in.
Sure Kakarot had been coming over to Capsule Corp almost every day, but it wasn’t to train. He’d go and see that damn boy upstairs. Who knows what the fuck those two would talk about? They would disappear for hours on end than show up for dinner. And the worst part was being ignored. Kakarot wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence unless he spoke first. It had been a week and a half of this and he was sick of it.
Vegeta gritted his teeth bouncing to his feet. Enough was enough. He’d be damned (again) if he let his only sparring partner be monopolized by some coward like his son.
“Fucking Bastard...” Vegeta seethed. To be perfectly honest, the boy was unexpected to say the least. Vegeta was all over getting rid of Trunks when he first heard about the Demi growing in the scientists’ stomach. Bulma on the other hand was adamant about pro-life and suffered with depression throughout her pregnancy as a result. But needless to say, Trunks was born and Bulma did her best as a mother to keep him alive during the android holocaust.
Vegeta stalked his way upstairs trying to calm down. Being angry at the baka showed that he cared. And he would be damned if he showed any emotion to that third class piece of shit. Vegeta arrived at the door to his tainted son’s room. He briefly thought about knocking but ended up dismissing the thought of being polite. Turning the door knob he was met with an empty room.
Vegeta was really pissed now. The two were defiantly in here, he could sense it. Vegeta’s eyes locked on the bathroom door. When the sound of running water reached his ears, a confused look passed over his face. ‘Perhaps Kakarot left already’ Vegeta thought approaching the door before stopping dead in his tracks.
**
“You didn’t…” Goku said blushing furiously.
Mirai merely nodded keeping his gaze fixed on the table, sure that his father would certainly be pissed off at this point. Why not? ‘HIS’ father was.
However what Trunks didn’t see was the half smirk gracing Vegeta’s face. The Sayjin prince found the whole scene amusing. The lavender haired boy in front of him had always been rather modest and to be caught in that kind of situation must have been a Kodak moment.
**
Trunks had to keep a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Goku was literally fucking him up the wall and screaming would not be a very good thing. Goku had a nasty habit of getting him to be vocal. Now unfortunately when one person is married and the other person has a psychotic father, making a relationship known would be a very bad thing. There had been more than a few times where gags were needed to keep the festivities unnoticed.
Halfway through his thoughts, everything stopped. Trunks looked down to find a rather shocked look on Goku’s face. Before he could even question, Goku mouthed the word ‘Vegeta’ before putting his friend down, gathering his clothes, and ITing out of the bathroom.
Mirai stood in the shower shaking. ‘Could his father hear them? Could he sense that Goku was there? What was he going to do if he found out?’ Trunks didn’t want to leave the bathroom and Vegeta seemed determined to stand at the locked door until he came out. After a few minutes Trunks decided to bite the bullet and turn the shower off. Drying himself, he dressed quickly and took a few deep breaths. Perhaps Vegeta just wanted to talk to him about something. The punch to the face was the answer to that question.
‘Play Dumb, Play Dumb…’ Trunks thought as he stared at his father in shock holding the side of his face.
Vegeta was livid. “What kind of an idiot do you take me for?” Vegeta asked through cringed teeth.
Trunks decided to remain silent and thought it best to remain still. If he got up Vegeta would consider that a threat. The last thing he wanted was a fist fight with his father.
Oh that soothed things over rather nicely. Vegeta Grabbed Trunks by his shirt and pinned him against the wall. Nose to nose he continued deadly silent, “Kakarot was just here and the place reeks of sex. How dare you allow that third class piece of Sayjin shit lay a hand on royal blood?”
Trunks stared at his fathers face petrified. Sure he was physically stronger, but Vegeta could beat him any day with technique and skill alone. A good crack to the ribcage shook him from his thoughts. Apparently silence wasn’t the correct answer to that particular question.
“Don’t you dare ignore me Boy” Vegeta spat letting Trunks fall to the floor clutching his chest. “You will never see him again. Is that understood?” Vegeta asked emphasizing his point with a kick to the chest causing a rather loud snapping noise to erupt. Seeing as Trunks was still holding his ribs, it would be safe to assume that it was his arm.
Trunks tried not to scream in pain when Vegeta crouched down to his level grabbing his broken arm. Tears met those of an emotionally inept man.
“If you do, I will make sure that you will have nothing more to do with this family. I’m sure that your mother won’t be too thrilled that you are fucking her oldest and married friend. In fact, I think this would be good enough dirt for her to finally disown your ass.” Vegeta smiled before standing again and retreating through the door. Turning slightly, “Be up and in my gravity chamber at 6. Since I can’t spar with Kakarot anymore, you will have to do.” Vegeta said before making his way out to find Goku, leaving Trunks behind to tend to his injuries.
**
::Authors Note::
I know it's a short chapter. Holiday eating and drinking will do that to a person.
Thanks to all that reviewed. It’s nice to know that there are people out there instead of just numbers. Umm…I like the name Mirai but I’ll use Trunks when other people are talking to him…just cause I’m nice. And also you just have to wait to see what happens next…keep your guesses to yourself. XOXO I love you all.
**
The air was thick in the gravity chamber and the gravity was intense. Vegeta performed one armed pushups with little difficulty but still found himself scowling at the floor. Training had always been a way to burn off steam. But when the object of his irritation was the very thing that helped him get rid of it, Vegetas’ head felt like it would surely cave in.
Sure Kakarot had been coming over to Capsule Corp almost every day, but it wasn’t to train. He’d go and see that damn boy upstairs. Who knows what the fuck those two would talk about? They would disappear for hours on end than show up for dinner. And the worst part was being ignored. Kakarot wouldn’t even acknowledge his existence unless he spoke first. It had been a week and a half of this and he was sick of it.
Vegeta gritted his teeth bouncing to his feet. Enough was enough. He’d be damned (again) if he let his only sparring partner be monopolized by some coward like his son.
“Fucking Bastard...” Vegeta seethed. To be perfectly honest, the boy was unexpected to say the least. Vegeta was all over getting rid of Trunks when he first heard about the Demi growing in the scientists’ stomach. Bulma on the other hand was adamant about pro-life and suffered with depression throughout her pregnancy as a result. But needless to say, Trunks was born and Bulma did her best as a mother to keep him alive during the android holocaust.
Vegeta stalked his way upstairs trying to calm down. Being angry at the baka showed that he cared. And he would be damned if he showed any emotion to that third class piece of shit. Vegeta arrived at the door to his tainted son’s room. He briefly thought about knocking but ended up dismissing the thought of being polite. Turning the door knob he was met with an empty room.
Vegeta was really pissed now. The two were defiantly in here, he could sense it. Vegeta’s eyes locked on the bathroom door. When the sound of running water reached his ears, a confused look passed over his face. ‘Perhaps Kakarot left already’ Vegeta thought approaching the door before stopping dead in his tracks.
**
“You didn’t…” Goku said blushing furiously.
Mirai merely nodded keeping his gaze fixed on the table, sure that his father would certainly be pissed off at this point. Why not? ‘HIS’ father was.
However what Trunks didn’t see was the half smirk gracing Vegeta’s face. The Sayjin prince found the whole scene amusing. The lavender haired boy in front of him had always been rather modest and to be caught in that kind of situation must have been a Kodak moment.
**
Trunks had to keep a hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep quiet. Goku was literally fucking him up the wall and screaming would not be a very good thing. Goku had a nasty habit of getting him to be vocal. Now unfortunately when one person is married and the other person has a psychotic father, making a relationship known would be a very bad thing. There had been more than a few times where gags were needed to keep the festivities unnoticed.
Halfway through his thoughts, everything stopped. Trunks looked down to find a rather shocked look on Goku’s face. Before he could even question, Goku mouthed the word ‘Vegeta’ before putting his friend down, gathering his clothes, and ITing out of the bathroom.
Mirai stood in the shower shaking. ‘Could his father hear them? Could he sense that Goku was there? What was he going to do if he found out?’ Trunks didn’t want to leave the bathroom and Vegeta seemed determined to stand at the locked door until he came out. After a few minutes Trunks decided to bite the bullet and turn the shower off. Drying himself, he dressed quickly and took a few deep breaths. Perhaps Vegeta just wanted to talk to him about something. The punch to the face was the answer to that question.
‘Play Dumb, Play Dumb…’ Trunks thought as he stared at his father in shock holding the side of his face.
Vegeta was livid. “What kind of an idiot do you take me for?” Vegeta asked through cringed teeth.
Trunks decided to remain silent and thought it best to remain still. If he got up Vegeta would consider that a threat. The last thing he wanted was a fist fight with his father.
Oh that soothed things over rather nicely. Vegeta Grabbed Trunks by his shirt and pinned him against the wall. Nose to nose he continued deadly silent, “Kakarot was just here and the place reeks of sex. How dare you allow that third class piece of Sayjin shit lay a hand on royal blood?”
Trunks stared at his fathers face petrified. Sure he was physically stronger, but Vegeta could beat him any day with technique and skill alone. A good crack to the ribcage shook him from his thoughts. Apparently silence wasn’t the correct answer to that particular question.
“Don’t you dare ignore me Boy” Vegeta spat letting Trunks fall to the floor clutching his chest. “You will never see him again. Is that understood?” Vegeta asked emphasizing his point with a kick to the chest causing a rather loud snapping noise to erupt. Seeing as Trunks was still holding his ribs, it would be safe to assume that it was his arm.
Trunks tried not to scream in pain when Vegeta crouched down to his level grabbing his broken arm. Tears met those of an emotionally inept man.
“If you do, I will make sure that you will have nothing more to do with this family. I’m sure that your mother won’t be too thrilled that you are fucking her oldest and married friend. In fact, I think this would be good enough dirt for her to finally disown your ass.” Vegeta smiled before standing again and retreating through the door. Turning slightly, “Be up and in my gravity chamber at 6. Since I can’t spar with Kakarot anymore, you will have to do.” Vegeta said before making his way out to find Goku, leaving Trunks behind to tend to his injuries.
**
::Authors Note::
I know it's a short chapter. Holiday eating and drinking will do that to a person.