Shattered Night
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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6,566
Reviews:
51
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Currently Reading:
1
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Compromising Positions?
Summary: Set somewhere after GT. Sort of… Goten and Trunks are in college at 19 and 20 years of age. Pan and Bra are in middle school at 13 and 14. So yeah…The boys are younger than they should be. Goku has returned from his adventure with Shenron and has been wished back to his correct age using the Namekian Dragon Balls. Vegeta has almost completely closed the gap in power between himself and Goku and can transform into SS4 at will.
Warnings: M/M, MPREG
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Goten/Trunks
Author's Note: Perspective is kinda weird. The first four chapters are in Goku's perspective and then the rest so far aren't, so just letting everyone know I'm not consistent with perspective, but it's not to the point where you don't know what's going on.
On with the fic. Enjoy.
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Shattered Night: Chapter 7 – Compromising Positions?
9:00am
“Kakarott,” my Prince whispered as his lips brushed mine, his tail wrapping around my waist. “I want you.”
I cupped his chin and drew him closer, kissing him softly, slowly, deepening the kiss little by little. He ground his hips against mine, silently reaffirming his words. One of his hands fisted into my hair pulling me closer, devouring me and intensifying the kiss as much as possible while he raked his nails down my back with the other. My spine tingled with the sensation.
We were already lying on the bed completely devoid of clothing, both achingly hard. Vegeta brought his legs up on either side of my own and I mentally debated whether I should prepare his entrance or just take him now.
RIIIIIIINNNGG!!! RRRIIIIIIIINNNNNGGG!!!!
My eyes shot open as I abruptly jolted up in bed. My brain took a moment to catch up to the here and now.
RRRIIIIIINNNNNGGG!! RRRIIINNNNGGG!!!!
Frantically, I slammed the off button on my alarm clock.
RRIIIINNNGGG!! RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
“Still? Why? …PHONE!!” I yelled out to no one as I flew out of bed to get the phone. I picked up the receiver, “Hello?” I asked hopefully. At some point last night I had woken up with the thought that Vegeta might try to call, so in an attempt not to miss said potential call, I had cranked the ringer volume to max.
“Goku…”
My hope deflated. “Bulma. What do you want,” I practically hissed.
“Look, Goku. I called to invite you over. I’d like to talk to you in person.”
“Sure,” I said cheerily.
“Really?” Bulma sounded relieved and happy.
I snorted. “Nooooo,” I said mockingly and hung up. I huffed. Things were just starting to get NC-17 in my dream. “Take him now, Goku,” I chided myself. “Always take him now. Don’t waste time, because you never know who’s going to wake you up.”
I made two steps back towards my bedroom when RRRIIIINNNG!!! RRRIIIIINNNNNGGG!! I rolled my eyes. Things were starting off to an annoying day. I picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Goku, I need to talk to you.”
“What, more ideas on how we can share Vegeta. No thanks. I’m just going to take him from you and keep him all for myself.” I hung up again.
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“That lousy… god damned… IGNORANT APE!!!!” Bulma fumed throwing her cell phone across the room. “I should slap some ki restraints on him and STRANGLE HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS!! AUGHH!!!”
Bulma stormed out of her kitchen and to her husband’s room. Without knocking she threw the door open. “Vegeta, that bastard hung up on me! TWICE! I was trying to…” she paused in her rant, blinking hard and trying to find another explanation for what she was seeing.
Goten and Vegeta were asleep lying in bed together; Goten snuggled up against Vegeta’s chest and Vegeta with an arm wrapped around Goten’s waist. Neither of them was wearing a shirt and a blanket draped over them from the waist down hid whether they were fully naked or not.
Bulma turned beet red and spun on her heel slamming the door shut. Her mind was playing up all sorts of sexy sensual images of the two Saiyans. ‘Great, now I’ll be fantasizing about Vegeta and Goten scenarios for a month.’ She huffed and headed back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast. She plopped herself down at the kitchen table “I’m such a yaoi fan-girl sometimes,” she mumbled to herself between sips of her coffee.
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11:05am
Vegeta strode into the kitchen in a pair of gray sweatpants and took a seat beside Bulma who was typing away at her laptop.
Bulma paused and glanced around the screen at him before returning to her keyboard. “Did you get all dressed up just for me or have you been wearing those the whole night?” She inquired with a lecherous grin.
Vegeta raised a brow at her question not quite sure what she was getting at.
“You and Goten looked pretty cute together.”
Vegeta growled. “We didn’t fuck, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said bluntly.
“Mmmhmm… Sure. Gonna try for Gohan next? I mean Goku’s already in the bag.”
“Bitch, do you like breathing? Cause I will crush your windpipe if you don’t shut it,” he retorted. “Now, you obviously wanted something if you came to my room, so what is it?”
Bulma waved off his idle threats as she saved her documents and closed the lid of her laptop. “I came to tell you how things went with Goku. I was trying to get him to come over so that I could apologize in person, but he hung up on me. TWICE!” She slammed her fist on the table for emphasis.
“That’s absurd, woman. Kakarott is probably the nicest person in the entire damned universe. There’s just no way.”
“Yeah, well obviously competition and jealousy have changed him.” Bulma huffed and crossed her arms. “You know, he really needs to sort out his priorities. It’s not like I’m the first person who has tried to get him killed. In fact, he’s friends with most everyone who tried to kill him in the past, but run a little interference in his love life and you’re at the top of his shit list for the rest of eternity.”
Vegeta chuckled under his breath. “I’m sure that’s not the case. Call him back a little later and if he hangs up again then I’ll call him.”
Bulma sighed. “Yeah, ok…” Bulma leaned forward, propping her elbow onto the table and resting her chin in her hand. She directed a smirking leer at the Saiyan Prince. “So, what’s going on with you and Goten?”
A small warning growl escaped his throat. “I already told you nothing happened.”
“Sure. I’ll buy that this time, but what about all the other late night sleepovers you two have had?”
“What makes you sure there were any others?” Vegeta crossed his arms giving her a hard stare.
Bulma’s expression widened into a cheery smile. “Goten looked awfully comfortable snuggling up to his best friend’s father. You guys had to have done something,” she said in a sing song voice.
“Hentai! Listen, you perverted woman. NOTHING happened. Goten is the one I have picked out for my future son in law.”
Bulma quirked her head to the side. “You want Goten to marry Bra?”
“Trunks,” Vegeta stated like it should have been obvious.
Bulma leaned back in her seat, a serious and worried expression now situated on her face. “He can’t be with Trunks.”
Vegeta raised a brow. “And why not!?”
“Vegeta, they’re both guys.”
Vegeta drew back in shock. “Are you kidding me? What the hell does that matter?” he said raising his voice. “Yesterday you tell me Kakarott and I belong together, a minute ago you were trying to pump me for info on guy on guy action, and now you’re telling me Trunks and Goten can’t be together because they’re both male?” He slammed his hands down on the table. “Why is it that you find it acceptable for me and Kakarott or even me and Goten, but not Trunks and Goten?”
“Vegeta calm down. It’s not that I don’t find it acceptable. I haven’t forgotten that you Saiyans are predominantly bisexual by nature, it’s just that society as a whole is generally not very open to this sort of thing and Trunks isn’t in a position where he can afford a scandal, in addition; Trunks does want children and that’s not going to happen with Goten, now is it?”
Vegeta stood from his chair, hands still planted on the table as he glared down at Bulma. “Such a fucking hypocritical backwards race! I don’t understand how or why you humans run around saying love is blind, yet feel the need to place stipulations on who people can and can’t love. One, you humans should mind your own business instead of dictating rules concerning other people’s love affairs. Two, no one needs to know about them, and three, there is no reason why Trunks and Goten can’t have children.”
Bulma was waving her hands defensively throughout is rant, pausing only at the last part. “Wait…rewind! What did you just say?”
“I said there’s no reason why Trunks and Goten can’t have children.”
Bulma sat in her chair dumbfounded. “Are you telling me that Saiyan males can have babies?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
“You can get pregnant?”
Vegeta’s face burned with a self-conscious blush as he looked away and nodded in agreement.
“Good morning, Vegeta, morning, honey,” Bunny Briefs greeted the pair as she walked into the kitchen; a floral print dress flowing down to her ankles, her blonde hair showing streaks of white from age. Her face was completely free of wrinkles and appearing quite young for her age thanks to the help of a little cosmetic surgery. “Have you eaten yet, Vegeta? I’ll start cooking right away,” she chirped reaching for frying pans and plates without waiting for a reply.
“Goten’s here too, mom,” Bulma tossed out watching as her mom simply pulled out more dishes in reply. “Hey, mom?”
“Yes, honey?” Bunny asked as she continued to bustle about the kitchen.
“Did you know Saiyan males can get pregnant and have children?” Bulma asked, chuckling inwardly when Vegeta’s face blushed a shade darker.
Bunny began pulling out various uncooked foods from the refrigerator and setting them on the table. “Well, I kind of figured, honey. Saiyans are biologically different from humans, and I expect some gorgeous great grand children from Trunks and Goten in the near future,” she replied nonchalantly as she peeled apart uncooked bacon and tossed it onto a frying pan; the bacon sizzling on contact.
Bulma’s mouth hung open at her mother’s statement. Vegeta smirked. “At least someone gets it. I’ll be down when the food’s done,” he stated as he left the kitchen.
T.B.C...
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Reviewers:
Meshala101- Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad you’re enjoying my story thus far. I hope I don’t disappoint you.
Chibi_Vegeta- don’t worry, I’m determined to finish this story. Most everything is planned out, just comes down to finding the time to type it all out.
Zofo- don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything. It’s all lying in wait. I’ll give you a hint though. It’s someone who has yet to appear in the story. Though that doesn’t narrow it down very much at all. As for Bulma, true enough. I don’t want everyone to completely dislike her. She hasn’t outlived her usefulness to this fic just yet. Lol. Anywho, thank you for your continued support.
Author’s Note: Well I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Thank you to all my readers. Feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think. The next chapter will be up in a week (it’s already complete for once, lol) I hope you all enjoy.
~Yuurei
Warnings: M/M, MPREG
Pairings: Goku/Vegeta, Goten/Trunks
Author's Note: Perspective is kinda weird. The first four chapters are in Goku's perspective and then the rest so far aren't, so just letting everyone know I'm not consistent with perspective, but it's not to the point where you don't know what's going on.
On with the fic. Enjoy.
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Shattered Night: Chapter 7 – Compromising Positions?
9:00am
“Kakarott,” my Prince whispered as his lips brushed mine, his tail wrapping around my waist. “I want you.”
I cupped his chin and drew him closer, kissing him softly, slowly, deepening the kiss little by little. He ground his hips against mine, silently reaffirming his words. One of his hands fisted into my hair pulling me closer, devouring me and intensifying the kiss as much as possible while he raked his nails down my back with the other. My spine tingled with the sensation.
We were already lying on the bed completely devoid of clothing, both achingly hard. Vegeta brought his legs up on either side of my own and I mentally debated whether I should prepare his entrance or just take him now.
RIIIIIIINNNGG!!! RRRIIIIIIIINNNNNGGG!!!!
My eyes shot open as I abruptly jolted up in bed. My brain took a moment to catch up to the here and now.
RRRIIIIIINNNNNGGG!! RRRIIINNNNGGG!!!!
Frantically, I slammed the off button on my alarm clock.
RRIIIINNNGGG!! RRRIIINNNGGG!!!
“Still? Why? …PHONE!!” I yelled out to no one as I flew out of bed to get the phone. I picked up the receiver, “Hello?” I asked hopefully. At some point last night I had woken up with the thought that Vegeta might try to call, so in an attempt not to miss said potential call, I had cranked the ringer volume to max.
“Goku…”
My hope deflated. “Bulma. What do you want,” I practically hissed.
“Look, Goku. I called to invite you over. I’d like to talk to you in person.”
“Sure,” I said cheerily.
“Really?” Bulma sounded relieved and happy.
I snorted. “Nooooo,” I said mockingly and hung up. I huffed. Things were just starting to get NC-17 in my dream. “Take him now, Goku,” I chided myself. “Always take him now. Don’t waste time, because you never know who’s going to wake you up.”
I made two steps back towards my bedroom when RRRIIIINNNG!!! RRRIIIIINNNNNGGG!! I rolled my eyes. Things were starting off to an annoying day. I picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Goku, I need to talk to you.”
“What, more ideas on how we can share Vegeta. No thanks. I’m just going to take him from you and keep him all for myself.” I hung up again.
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“That lousy… god damned… IGNORANT APE!!!!” Bulma fumed throwing her cell phone across the room. “I should slap some ki restraints on him and STRANGLE HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS!! AUGHH!!!”
Bulma stormed out of her kitchen and to her husband’s room. Without knocking she threw the door open. “Vegeta, that bastard hung up on me! TWICE! I was trying to…” she paused in her rant, blinking hard and trying to find another explanation for what she was seeing.
Goten and Vegeta were asleep lying in bed together; Goten snuggled up against Vegeta’s chest and Vegeta with an arm wrapped around Goten’s waist. Neither of them was wearing a shirt and a blanket draped over them from the waist down hid whether they were fully naked or not.
Bulma turned beet red and spun on her heel slamming the door shut. Her mind was playing up all sorts of sexy sensual images of the two Saiyans. ‘Great, now I’ll be fantasizing about Vegeta and Goten scenarios for a month.’ She huffed and headed back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast. She plopped herself down at the kitchen table “I’m such a yaoi fan-girl sometimes,” she mumbled to herself between sips of her coffee.
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11:05am
Vegeta strode into the kitchen in a pair of gray sweatpants and took a seat beside Bulma who was typing away at her laptop.
Bulma paused and glanced around the screen at him before returning to her keyboard. “Did you get all dressed up just for me or have you been wearing those the whole night?” She inquired with a lecherous grin.
Vegeta raised a brow at her question not quite sure what she was getting at.
“You and Goten looked pretty cute together.”
Vegeta growled. “We didn’t fuck, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said bluntly.
“Mmmhmm… Sure. Gonna try for Gohan next? I mean Goku’s already in the bag.”
“Bitch, do you like breathing? Cause I will crush your windpipe if you don’t shut it,” he retorted. “Now, you obviously wanted something if you came to my room, so what is it?”
Bulma waved off his idle threats as she saved her documents and closed the lid of her laptop. “I came to tell you how things went with Goku. I was trying to get him to come over so that I could apologize in person, but he hung up on me. TWICE!” She slammed her fist on the table for emphasis.
“That’s absurd, woman. Kakarott is probably the nicest person in the entire damned universe. There’s just no way.”
“Yeah, well obviously competition and jealousy have changed him.” Bulma huffed and crossed her arms. “You know, he really needs to sort out his priorities. It’s not like I’m the first person who has tried to get him killed. In fact, he’s friends with most everyone who tried to kill him in the past, but run a little interference in his love life and you’re at the top of his shit list for the rest of eternity.”
Vegeta chuckled under his breath. “I’m sure that’s not the case. Call him back a little later and if he hangs up again then I’ll call him.”
Bulma sighed. “Yeah, ok…” Bulma leaned forward, propping her elbow onto the table and resting her chin in her hand. She directed a smirking leer at the Saiyan Prince. “So, what’s going on with you and Goten?”
A small warning growl escaped his throat. “I already told you nothing happened.”
“Sure. I’ll buy that this time, but what about all the other late night sleepovers you two have had?”
“What makes you sure there were any others?” Vegeta crossed his arms giving her a hard stare.
Bulma’s expression widened into a cheery smile. “Goten looked awfully comfortable snuggling up to his best friend’s father. You guys had to have done something,” she said in a sing song voice.
“Hentai! Listen, you perverted woman. NOTHING happened. Goten is the one I have picked out for my future son in law.”
Bulma quirked her head to the side. “You want Goten to marry Bra?”
“Trunks,” Vegeta stated like it should have been obvious.
Bulma leaned back in her seat, a serious and worried expression now situated on her face. “He can’t be with Trunks.”
Vegeta raised a brow. “And why not!?”
“Vegeta, they’re both guys.”
Vegeta drew back in shock. “Are you kidding me? What the hell does that matter?” he said raising his voice. “Yesterday you tell me Kakarott and I belong together, a minute ago you were trying to pump me for info on guy on guy action, and now you’re telling me Trunks and Goten can’t be together because they’re both male?” He slammed his hands down on the table. “Why is it that you find it acceptable for me and Kakarott or even me and Goten, but not Trunks and Goten?”
“Vegeta calm down. It’s not that I don’t find it acceptable. I haven’t forgotten that you Saiyans are predominantly bisexual by nature, it’s just that society as a whole is generally not very open to this sort of thing and Trunks isn’t in a position where he can afford a scandal, in addition; Trunks does want children and that’s not going to happen with Goten, now is it?”
Vegeta stood from his chair, hands still planted on the table as he glared down at Bulma. “Such a fucking hypocritical backwards race! I don’t understand how or why you humans run around saying love is blind, yet feel the need to place stipulations on who people can and can’t love. One, you humans should mind your own business instead of dictating rules concerning other people’s love affairs. Two, no one needs to know about them, and three, there is no reason why Trunks and Goten can’t have children.”
Bulma was waving her hands defensively throughout is rant, pausing only at the last part. “Wait…rewind! What did you just say?”
“I said there’s no reason why Trunks and Goten can’t have children.”
Bulma sat in her chair dumbfounded. “Are you telling me that Saiyan males can have babies?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
“You can get pregnant?”
Vegeta’s face burned with a self-conscious blush as he looked away and nodded in agreement.
“Good morning, Vegeta, morning, honey,” Bunny Briefs greeted the pair as she walked into the kitchen; a floral print dress flowing down to her ankles, her blonde hair showing streaks of white from age. Her face was completely free of wrinkles and appearing quite young for her age thanks to the help of a little cosmetic surgery. “Have you eaten yet, Vegeta? I’ll start cooking right away,” she chirped reaching for frying pans and plates without waiting for a reply.
“Goten’s here too, mom,” Bulma tossed out watching as her mom simply pulled out more dishes in reply. “Hey, mom?”
“Yes, honey?” Bunny asked as she continued to bustle about the kitchen.
“Did you know Saiyan males can get pregnant and have children?” Bulma asked, chuckling inwardly when Vegeta’s face blushed a shade darker.
Bunny began pulling out various uncooked foods from the refrigerator and setting them on the table. “Well, I kind of figured, honey. Saiyans are biologically different from humans, and I expect some gorgeous great grand children from Trunks and Goten in the near future,” she replied nonchalantly as she peeled apart uncooked bacon and tossed it onto a frying pan; the bacon sizzling on contact.
Bulma’s mouth hung open at her mother’s statement. Vegeta smirked. “At least someone gets it. I’ll be down when the food’s done,” he stated as he left the kitchen.
T.B.C...
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Reviewers:
Meshala101- Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad you’re enjoying my story thus far. I hope I don’t disappoint you.
Chibi_Vegeta- don’t worry, I’m determined to finish this story. Most everything is planned out, just comes down to finding the time to type it all out.
Zofo- don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything. It’s all lying in wait. I’ll give you a hint though. It’s someone who has yet to appear in the story. Though that doesn’t narrow it down very much at all. As for Bulma, true enough. I don’t want everyone to completely dislike her. She hasn’t outlived her usefulness to this fic just yet. Lol. Anywho, thank you for your continued support.
Author’s Note: Well I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. Thank you to all my readers. Feel free to drop a review and let me know what you think. The next chapter will be up in a week (it’s already complete for once, lol) I hope you all enjoy.
~Yuurei