By JJJ. JohnnyJosh and Jari.
Notes; POV fic, TWT, Trunks' POV by Jari, Yamcha's POV by Johnnyjosh, additional lemon writing by Johnnyjosh as well.
Pairings; Future Trunks x Yamcha.
Warnings; Yaoi, lemon, angst, sap, OOC, strong language.
Future Trunks is upset because he can't seem to do anything right in his father's eyes. Yamcha tries to comfort him, and, well........
I could hear my father's words echo through my mind as I flew off into the horizon. I didn't care where I was going, I
just needed to get away from the man I had wished to one day call 'papa'. It just wasn't fair! I had such high hopes, though
mother had told me not to expect too much of my father.
Still, how could I not? I had dreamed of this since I was a kid. It was a fantasy in my head even before my mother had
thought of building the time machine. Now, I'm beginning to wish I had never met the man at all. Why couldn't he care
about me? I'm his son, God damn it! But all the man cares about is himself. What does he need of a wife and son? I'm no
one to him. No one at all.
I reached up with a free hand to wipe my tears. I am not ashamed to cry. In the world I come from tears are commonplace, and I will not deny my emotions. I refuse to become like my father. Though, I still love him. Even if he is a bastard.
I touched down in a familiar clearing within the heart of the forest. I used to come here back in my time (or is it forward? Gah! Does it matter?) when I needed to think. Or, as my mother would say, brood over life's troubles. My best friend and mentor, Gohan-san, had taught me to meditate, but I already knew I would not be able to make my mind focus. The emotions I felt were overwhelming. I just needed… someone to comfort me.
I know this sounds strange, coming from a warrior/hero-type like me, but it's true. What I wanted most at that time was someone to just wrap their arms around me and tell me…… that I was, indeed, someone worth caring for. When all was said and done, and the battles were over, I wanted to know I was someone who could be loved, just for being... me. That's not too much to ask, ne?
I wished, with all my might, that Gohan-san were still alive. He always could make me feel like my life was something worth actually living. He'd have the perfect thing to say, that would put the whole issue with my father right into perspective…… I just did not know what that was.
I stood on Kami's Lookout with Tien, talking about training techniques, when our conversation halted abruptly, and my eyes were drawn to Trunks, who stood before his father defiantly, demanding to know why Vegeta didn't want Trunks to go into the Hyperbolic Time Chamber with him again.
"I have no time for you! I must ascend, and I don't have the patience or the inclination to deal with some whining, sniveling teenager, who will only slow me down." Vegeta snapped.
"Father if you would just..." Trunks began, and my heart lurched at the pleading look on the young man's face.
"Stop calling me that!" Vegeta nearly screamed, suddenly appearing right in Trunks' face, grabbing him by the front of his jacket and giving him a violent shake. "You are not my son!! I don't even want to admit that I fathered the screaming little brat that rude, loudmouthed wench is always toting around, and now you expect me to take responsibility for a punk like you? Get the fuck out of my face!!" Vegeta shouted as he shoved Trunks roughly, sending him halfway across the lookout.
A sharp stab of pain lanced through my chest as I heard Vegeta denouncing Trunks. How could he say something so cruel to his own son? I couldn't stand it anymore. I stepped forward to help him, and was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, snarling and trying to shake it off, and looked up into Piccolo's face.
*Don't interfere Yamcha, let the two of them have this out.*
"But.....but Piccolo, this is...this is awful! How can you expect me to just stand here and let him do this to his own son?"
*You have to let the two of them reconcile their differences in their own way. The more you and the others try to interfere, the longer it will take for the two of them to solve these issues between them.* Piccolo's thoughts came to me again.
I looked up at the tall Namek, and for just an instant, it wasn't Piccolo staring down at me, but the ever-wise and gentle Kami. I nodded, and stepped back to lean against the wall.
I winced as I saw Trunks lying there on the white tiles, shoulders shaking slightly, and then he raised himself to his knees, his hair falling forward to cover his eyes, but even from where I stood I could see the young man's lower lip trembling. He was crying.... oh Kami he was crying! I made to step forward again, only to be roughly pushed back against the wall by Piccolo.
"Ha!" Vegeta shouted, "I knew you were nothing more than a sniveling brat!" Vegeta taunted, smirking at Trunks.
"Vegeta! Stop it!" Tien shouted, only to be silenced by a murderous glare from Piccolo.
"You....you.." Trunks rasped, slowly getting to his feet, his expression one of pure rage. I gasped as his power level suddenly exploded, his hair turning gold, his eyes aquamarine.
Vegeta clenched his fists, and powered up to Super Saiyan as well, still wearing his trademark smirk. "Come on then," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Show me what a weak soft-hearted little punk like you can do."
I stared at Trunks, waiting for him to snap from the cruel remarks his father was throwing at him. But he didn't.
He just stood there, glaring at his father, tears falling from his beautiful green eyes, trembling. *Beautiful?!* I thought with a start, *Where the hell did that come from?" I wondered. But I already knew, I'd just always managed to hide it well, even from myself. *He has his father's face, his eyes, and the same hard look that makes you want to take him in your arms and kiss that scowl away.* I thought, blushing slightly. *Only he doesn't have Vegeta's rotten personality.*
I felt tears in my own eyes and rapidly blinked them away as Trunks stood there, unashamed of his emotions, and powered back down.
"I'm not the one who's weak father!" Trunks cried, his voice hoarse. "You're the one who can't admit to having any emotions, and can't stand the thought of letting anybody get close to you. That's where a person's real strength comes from, the people they love, but you don't have that kind of strength, because you love no one but yourself. I...I'll never understand what the hell mother saw in you! I.....Damn you Vegeta! I wish I'd never met you!" Trunks shouted before powering up and taking off into the sky.
"Hmph, what a sentimental fool." Vegeta smirked.
"You son of a bitch!" I screamed, running toward Vegeta, only to find myself held back by Tien and Piccolo. "How the hell could you do that? Don't you have any kind of feelings at all? Christ!" I shouted, shaking off Tien and Piccolo and glaring at Vegeta's retreating form as he made his way into the Room of Spirit and Time. "Trunks was right, what the fuck did Bulma see in an asshole like you?"
Harsh laughter was all I got in reply, before the door began to swing shut.
"Oh Kami...Trunks!" I shouted, taking off after the young demi-Saiyan.
I reached out with my mind, seeking Trunks' power signature, and was barely able to sense him any more, he was so far away. I pushed myself to my limit, trying to keep him in range.
I was just approaching the forest, when I felt Trunks slow down, his power level dropping, and realized he must have landed somewhere in there.
*I've got to try and talk to the poor kid.* I though sadly. *Even though he might not want anybody around right now.* I
landed quietly and began to approach Trunks slowly on foot, giving him plenty of time to regain his composure.
As I walked through the trees and entered a clearing, I saw Trunks, sitting at the base of a tree. A wave of sadness
washed over me as I stopped and watched him for a moment. He sat there with his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms
wrapped around them, with his head down. I wasn't sure if I was seeing his shoulders shaking softly, or if it was just my
imagination. A distressed sound escaped me as I looked at him, *He doesn't look like a young man,* I thought, a flash of
anger passing through me, directed at Vegeta. *Thanks to that bastard Trunks looks like a sad, vulnerable little boy. How
could anybody be so cruel? He should be proud to call such a wonderful, caring and strong person his son.*
I slowly walked across the clearing, giving Trunks plenty of opportunity to tell me if he didn't want company, but he
didn't even look up. I drew up beside him, looking down at him and realizing that no, it wasn't my imagination. He was
still crying softly. I sighed, at a complete and utter loss as to what I should, or could say to make things better. I sat down
beside the weeping man, leaning back against the tree trunk, stretching my legs out in front of me and crossing them at the
ankles. I crossed my arms and looked away, wracking my brain for something, anything to say to help Trunks. I was
drawing a complete blank, so I did the only thing I could think of. I laid my hand on his shoulder.
I looked over at him, startled, as he jumped, and his head came up, his eyes locking onto mine. My heart ached at the desperate, pleading look in his blue eyes, still shining with tears. He seemed to be silently asking me for something, but I had no idea what. I squeezed his shoulder gently, and that was all the encouragement the young demi-Saiyan needed. He quickly scooted over, pressing his lithe body up against my side. *Stop it Yamcha!* I chided myself. *Don't even think about it, he's not asking for that, he needs comfort right now, not sexual advances!* I slid my arm around his shoulder, and suddenly found my lap full of lavender haired youth as he scrambled onto me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"Why Yamcha? Why can't he accept me? Why can't he care about me, or mother, or anyone else?" He asked, his voice barely more than a rasping whisper.
I wrapped my arms around his slender waist and debated telling him what little I knew for a moment. "All I know is the story Krillin told me after he and Gohan and all the Nameks were brought here just before Namek was destroyed." I said, as Trunks sat up on my lap, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and looking down at me eagerly. I repeated to him the story Krillin said Vegeta told Goku just before he died from a fatal ki blast delivered by Frieza. Trunks sat in my lap, wide-eyed and silent until I finished.
"Wow." he breathed, "I never knew. I guess Vegeta never told my mother that." he whispered.
"You know, you and Vegeta are a lot alike." I began, earning myself a scathing glare from Trunks, before I pressed on, "You're both proud, and strong. Also, you share a common past. Both of you have suffered greatly, and lost almost everything you've ever cared about. But that's where the similarity ends." I said.
Trunks looked at me quizzically, so I continued. "Where Vegeta let what happened make him hard, cynical and defensive, you've managed to keep your sincerity and compassion. You need to help your father get those qualities back." I said, reaching up to idly brush a strand of lavender hair out of Trunks' eyes.
He stared down at me with an expression I couldn't quite define, and then asked, "Yamcha, do you...like me?" he looked away shyly.
I gaped at him. "Wha...Yes! Of course I like you, I think you're a great person."
"You...um...you like me...just the way I am?" he asked, blushing slightly.
"Yeah Trunks." I said softly, gently stroking his cheek. "Just the way you mmppp!!!" My eyes grew wide and my body stiffened as Trunks leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. I tried to pull away and speak, but he cupped the back of my head firmly with one hand, and I couldn't move.
*NO!* I shouted mentally, *I can't let this happen, he's just a kid! I'm almost twice his age, and besides, Vegeta would kill me!*
"I'm not a kid Yamcha" Trunks growled, breaking the kiss to reach up and grasp my chin, forcing my mouth open slightly. I gasped as I realized he had read my thoughts. "I'm twenty, and as for my father, he's in the Time Chamber, he won't know, and he probably wouldn't care even if he did."
I made another sound of protest as Trunks began to kiss me passionately, but an involuntary moan escaped me as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. Trunks pulled back and grinned wolfishly at me after I moaned, moving off my lap, standing and grabbing me by the ankles. I looked up at him apprehensively before he pulled sharply, yanking my away from the tree until I was lying flat on my back. I let out a startled cry as Trunks pounced on me, kissing me fiercely as nimble fingers began trying to undo the sash at my waist.
"Trunks wait, this...I ..uhhh..." I groaned as Trunks pulled off my sash, pushed up my gi shirt, and began trailing his lips down my chest. I began to tremble as he rained fiery kisses over my stomach, running his fingers teasingly along the waist of my pants.
"Just got to get rid of a few things." Trunks murmured, kneeling and removing his sword, then slowly peeling off his jacket and black muscle shirt. He stood and slowly removed his grey pants and boxers, his eyes never leaving mine. He stood beside me, watching as my eyes raked over his body, taking in the long, muscular legs, his well built torso. I moaned again as my eyes settled on his impressive erection. His eyes narrowed as he glanced down at my legs, still clad in my orange gi pants, and he quickly stripped them and my own boxers off.
"Now," he purred, straddling me, grinding our erections together, making me gasp. "What was that you were saying? Something about wanting me to stop?" he leered down at me. "Do you want me to stop Yamcha?" I shook my head frantically and was rewarded by a soft chuckle. "Good." he said softly. "I don't want much, I just want to be loved." his lips resumed their torturously slow journey down my stomach, heading south to my straining arousal, and I groaned loudly. My hands shot up, and my fingers tangled in Trunks' soft hair, gently urging him down.
I whimpered in frustration as Trunks pulled away, sliding up my body once more.
"Will you love me Yamcha?" He asked, looking down at me intensely.
"Yes..I will." I replied, pulling him down to claim his lips in a searing kiss, marveling at the intense heat that radiated from the half Saiyan's body.
I shivered, and my hips began to buck as Trunks settled himself on top of me, trapping both of our erections between our rock hard stomachs. I had no idea if Trunks had done this before, whether he was going to want to take or be taken, but at that point I didn't care. I just needed to touch the beautiful young man.
Trunks sat up and stared down at me, panting. "I want you." he whispered huskily.
"Do you...umm.." I couldn't seem to get the words out, but he already knew what I was asking.
"Take me." he said quietly. I didn't need to be told twice. I raised my hand, running two fingers along his bottom lip.
"Suck on them." I coaxed him. He opened his mouth and took both of my fingers in, and I moaned. Watching his lips moving up and down my fingers was the most incredibly erotic thing I'd ever seen. I began to squirm under Trunks as he began to nibble my fingers gently. "That should do it." I said, my voice shaky.
I urged Trunks to move up a little, and reached down between his legs, teasing his virgin entrance with my fingers. He gasped and tensed a little as I pushed the first finger in.
"Shhh..just relax." I whispered, stretching him a little before I inserted the second finger.
After a few minutes, the young half Saiyan adjusted to the invasion, and began to rock his hips restlessly against my hand. "More, Yamcha..Please!" he begged.
I quickly removed my fingers and grabbed him by his hips, lifting him and moving him forward until my cock was poised at his entrance.
He made to thrust his hips down, but I gripped him tightly. "NO!" I cried. "That's gonna hurt like hell! Take it easy." I said.
"Uhhhh...Yamcha please!" he was wriggling and squirming in my grasp.
Both of us gasped, then cried out softly as I slowly lowered Trunks onto my erection, I knew Trunks' cry was mostly from the pain of his first time, and mine was from mingled pleasure/pain. He was so tight it actually hurt a bit. I lay underneath him, panting, and using every ounce of willpower I had to stay still inside him.
I gasped and cried out as Yamcha's member slid into me. It burned, and hurt, but it also felt....right. There was a sensation of fullness as I took all of him inside me. This was my first time, but I just seemed to know what to do, just like all my fantasies I've had over the years about Gohan-san. He was panting, and trembling beneath me, and I could sense him holding back. It wasn't fair. I'm not a kid, goddamn it! I wriggled my hips, the pain fading to a dull throb. I wanted more. I needed it. He came to comfort me, yet he doesn't accept me either. Nobody does. Well, maybe he just needed a little persuading…
I reached down, placed my hands on Yamcha's chest and began moving slowly up and down his length.
Yamcha moaned with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head as he shuddered violently. I arched my back as I thrust my hips down again, and that was when Yamcha's arousal brushed something inside me that made bright spots of color dance before my eyes. My mouth opened in a silent scream as every nerve in my body sang with pleasure. Life is definitely worth living. Oh yes! If only for this…
I began to move my hips up and down quickly, finding my voice once more. He couldn't be holding back. Not anymore… This was real. Sex with Yamcha was everything I had dreamed of and more… I let out a howl of pleasure as Yamcha's hard length dragged back and forth across that wondrous spot. The force of my scream added even more depth to the sensations I felt, as I finally let loose all my pent up feelings of anger, resentment, and rejection caused by my father. As I felt my heart lighten, I wished that this moment would never end.
Yamcha began to growl with a fierceness I'd never heard from another man. Not even my father when he was angry with me. I felt his hands grip my hips harder. I knew I'd have bruises, though he had not a drop of Saiyan blood in his veins. I would cherish those marks. They were proof that this was not just another fantasy. He accepted me for who I am, and I would remember this for the rest of my days.
I threw my head back and shouted as Yamcha began to move me, slamming me up and down on his cock. He trembled and
began to whimper, calling out my name repeatedly. It was sweet music to my ears. Yamcha moved one hand away from
my hip to wrap it tightly around my aching need, stroking me firmly, in time with his thrusts. I was helpless with surging,
shivering emotions, as the bright pleasure spots before my eyes became a solid sheet of white bliss. I was vaguely aware of
people screaming, and amazingly, it took me a few moments to realize this was actually Yamcha and I, still sharing our
moment of passion.
I wonder if it was the sound of our voices that alerted my father to where we were, or just the sheer force of our rising ki's. What I did know was there was no hiding what we had done. I secretly hoped he would not think any less of me, though I knew he would not still be standing there, unless… he actually did want me.
"Boy. Let's go."
I looked up at him quizzically, as Yamcha worked fast to don his clothes. I could tell Yamcha was scared. Now he'd had little trysts with both Vegeta's woman and son. Though, I really don't think my father would kill him over it. I smiled, and began to dress. I was tempted to hide my joy, but decided against it. My father would just have to accept me for who I am. I didn't have to scowl like him all the time.
What was important was… he actually came. I don't understand why, but I'm just glad he did. I decided to let go of his harsh words, and simply go with the moment. I knew he would never apologize out-right for his actions, though, him simply coming for me… it was enough.
As we flew off into the sky towards the Lookout, I was happy.
Well, how was it?
JJ & Jari S.