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.)
~~~***
Goten pulled his pants on. Shouted at himself internally.
Demanded to know why the hell he had opened his mouth to say such a
stupid thing. Why was he going to bring
up things that nobody wanted to talk about?
What was it inside of him that always made him do stupid things like
that? He moved to go after his mate,
stopped when he caught a look at himself in the mirror.
stomach and chest, and then picked up a different shirt and pulled it on.
Heard
the resounding shouts of Goku’s name, and then his father’s perky answer of
“I’m here!” Ran after Trunks.
hips, glaring directly at Goku.
“Tell
me right now what the fuck happened.”
His
father scratched that place on the back of his neck, smiled like a dork and
chuckled uncertainly. “I don’t know
what your talking about, Trunks.”
Liar.
about, because he was acting like he got caught with his hands down Vegeta’s
pants. Trunks knew it too:
“Really,
Trunks,” his father insisted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Apparently
their little shouting match was loud enough to draw a crowd, because the other
two parents—Trunks’ parents—were standing in the doorway to the gravity
room. Vegeta looking especially grim,
Bulma biting her fingernails, tears in her eyes. Goten started to shake, felt like he was caught in the middle of something
like a tornado and had no idea how to make anything better.
“Stop
acting like an idiot, Kakarot,” Vegeta said, his voice was dark, “Tell him the
truth.”
“But,
‘Geta…”
“Tell
me,” Trunks shouted.
Goku
deflated. Let his arms hang at his side
like an old man. Then shook his head,
as he tipped it forward. “It won’t make
anything better,” he said.
Goten
bit his open lip. Cursed his stupid,
stupid decision to say anything. So
what he did remember seeing Trunks. So
what if it was Takashi that had pointed this out to him.
where to find him.) He shouldn’t have
said it.
“I
don’t fucking care if it makes it better,” Trunks said, “I want to know!
or whatever, just tell me. Because
whatever it is; its still in my head.”
Goku
sighed. “When you and Goten were
little, barely even two years old, I died.”
He looked up.
“What?”
Goten
felt his knees give out. Felt how angry
Trunks was. Whimpered.
himself back to hist.
couldn’t. The mark on his own shoulder
was hurting. Burning.
“The
first android, it had a heart virus. I
died.” Goku sighed.
future, you came back using the Time machine.”
“Everyone
just told me that it was a wasted project; that it wasn’t really a time
machine.”
“Well,
your brothers don’t know,” Goku said, “We never told them either.
brood, and gave us a vaccine. Then,
right before I died you came back again.”
Goten
whimpered when Trunks touched the mark on his shoulder, as his tail twitched,
and he started to breathe heavily.
Pulled himself across the floor.
“I’m
sorry,” Goku said, “I thought if I didn’t tell you that you would be better
off.”
“And
Vegeta killed everyone,” Trunks whispered, “Except Bardock.
“But
that never happened,” Goku said, “You stopped it. Remember?”
Goten
whimpered again, felt Trunks kneel, wrap his arms around him, pick him up
again. Felt the lips on his forehead,
felt the shake of anger in those muscles, felt the mark on his shoulder start
to tingle, felt strength return to him.
And Trunks held him tight against him.
Spoke: “You should have told me, anyway,” Trunks said, “You should have
trusted me.”
“And
what should we have told you?” That was Vegeta, “That your father and your
brother tortured you and tried to kill you?
That you had to endure years and years of it before you could save Goku?
Trunks
turned, Goten saw the anger on his face, turned his head, saw Vegeta, saw that
despite the defensive stand, there was something like regret and real pain in
him. “It worked,” Trunks said, “I made
everything better, you should have told me that. Told me that when I thought such horrible things about my family
that it wasn’t just me. That what I
kept thinking had happened, and I changed it.”
Then he moved, shoved Vegeta out of his way, carried Goten back to their
room. Laid him out on the bed and sat
on the edge. Rested his face in his
hands.
Goten
sat up, put his arm around Trunks’ bare shoulder. Purred. Waited, heard the
answering trill. Moved his hand down
Trunks’ back, to brush fingertips against the skin around his tail.
cloud around them stronger. Watched
Trunks sigh. Look at him.
Saw
tears that would never be shed. “You’re
unstoppable, aren’t you?”
“Completely
insatiable,” Goten agreed. Kissed his
mate’s forehead, ran his other hand through the hair. “Are you okay?”
Trunks
snorted. “Fine.”
horrible things.”
Goten
shrugged. Pulled his t-shirt back off.
pressed his hand to the growing waist.
“That’s a mystery. I think you
should just remember this.”
Smiled. “And the frosting, of
course.”
clasclass=MsoNormal style='line-height:150%'> Trunks
kissed him. Hard.
pants off, adjusted his own to free his erection, pushed into Goten.
around them until there were bruises.
And then, between breath-stealing kisses he said: “You’re everything
good in life.” Moved down to kiss the
slim neck. Started to thrust into
him.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Goten
breathed. Couldn’t really do much more
than that as he felt the mouth close around his nis.
words: “I’ll never lose you again.”
“Mine.” And as the lips moved
back up to his, “I love you.”
Goten
nodded. Couldn’t talk.
he was tighter around Trunks. Felt the
flickering ki of his mate. Felt himself
stretch impossibly, the slickness, the feeling of a rough hand on his
erection. “Its okay,” he said.
moved faster inside of him.
Harder. Goten closed his eyes,
felt tears forming. Felt the pain that
Trunks couldn’t. Because that’s what
they did. Shared these emotions they
couldn’t admit themselves. So he felt
that sorrow, that pain and that regret.
Trunks kept the anger.
Goten
felt hands pushing his legs open wider.
Whimpered. Felt the hand tighten
on his erection. Opened his mouth to
pant, said his mate’s name over and over again. Breathlessly. Felt lips
on his cheeks, brushing away the tears.
Felt their tails wrap togethgaingain, his vision went splotchy behind
his closed eyelids. Whole body went
taunt, and Trunks groaned, trembled, lowered his head to rest his forehead
against Goten’s collarbone.
And
as Goten panted to catch his breath, he felt Trunks, still hard, inside of
him. Waiting for him.
him. Rose his power until he felt his
hair stand up straight, turn blond.
Stared down at his blue-eyed mate.
Rose and fell on the erection.
Faster and faster, felt the bed moving.
Didn’t care if they broke the fucking thingan san style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> If they broke the whole damn house. Felt the tightening of muscles under him.
Goten
bottomed out his power level. His head
spun. Let Trunks sit up and hug
him. Let himself be kissed everywhere.
purred. Was laid on the bed again,
kissed, and as he drifted off to sleep, he heard his mate whispering again:
“Only mine.”
~~~**
He
woke up to the smell of chocolate. To
the sight of his mate licking a spoon clean of frosting, and frowned.
“No,”
Trunks said, handing him another tub of frosting, “This one is yours.”
“Mom brought them up while you were sleeping. Apparently after years and years of living with a bunch of
apologizing-challenged Saiyans she learned the meaning of peace offerings.”
Goten
sat up, winced, took the frosting. “So
we’re better now?”
“Not
really.” Trunks was actually sitting
there look through the little portfolio of porn pictures.
had ever drawn and turned them into a book of sorts.)
Goten
opened the icing, scooped it up with his finger and sucked on it.
Trunks
looked at him. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“You
didn’t,” Goten said.
“You
don’t lie well,” Trunks informed him.
Sighed. “We shouldn’t have had
sex. I know you’re sore, so don’t feed
me a line of bullshit about it.”
Goten
huffed. “Look,” he said, “I’m a big
boy. If I didn’t want you I would have
told you to go fuck a cow.”
Trunks
shook his head. Conceded that he was
not going to win this argument—because he never, ever did.
Goten
stuck his tongue out. Pointed at one of
the pictures. “We could always do
that.” Waited for Trunks’ ears to go
red. It was one of the very few
drawings he had done where Trunks was the indecently sprawled one that was
panting and begging for more. And even
though he had been inside his mate in the past, it was not something he
particularly craved. But it was sex,
and since Trunks would not give in to any pleadings until he felt Goten was all
better, any kind of sex was better than no sex.
“Unstoppable,”
he whispered again.
“Insatiable.”
Trunks
flipped a page. “We could do this,” he
said. Pointed a nice little picture
(appropriately titled 69) that Goten had drawn back when he was fourteen.
he was supposed to be working on something else, and Trunks had been sitting
next to him fighting with a collage (poor boy had no artistic talent what so
ever) and when he caught a glimpse of the picture (this one was done with
color) he had actually passed out from the blood that rushed into his face.
nurse. They didn’t make it (they ended
up back in their bedroom) but Goten swore that he had intended to take Trunks
to the nurse.
“Yep,”
he agreed, sucking on another dollop of frosting, “We could.”
set it on the bedside table. “And you
said that I was wasting my time drawing all these.”
“You
always were the visionary.”
“I
think we should probably shower first,” Goten said. He scooted to the edge of the bed, stood up, winced again.
“I’m fine.”
That
obviously failed to convince his mate, because he was scooped up into strong
arms and carried to the shower.
~~~~**
Review!
Goten: Why
do I have to be the weak-kneed one?
Professor on the Long Lost Mating Bonds of
Saiyans: It can be inferred that when
one mate feels an over abundance of emotion, the other takes over and feels the
emotions for him. Being the feminine mate
in the bond, it is your place to relieve your mate of his ‘weaker’ emotions.
Goten: *Psst, * Trunks!
Who is this?
Trunks:
Don’t know.
Goten: Do
you think anyone would notice if we dropped an anvil on him?
of nowhere, bearing lawsuits. * : You
have infringed the copywright for WB.
You will now be fined forty million dollars.
Trunks: Now
we can definitely get rid of them.
Jaygoose:
I
like the sex too.
Getarian:
Trunks
is actually getting quite snotty, isn’t he?
Maybe he’s pms or something. (I’m
sure someone will knock it out of him.)
Oh,
and the difference between little bitty Trunks and this one is that this Trunks
still reacts (somewhat) based on the memories of his two alternate futures (the
one with the androids and the one with his father killing everything.)