Someone else's son
by Isa Akane B.
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Vegeta was sitting on the ground, arms and legs crossed as usual. He was looking at the white horizon, thinking. The same idea was turning around in his head and he didn't know if he wanted it to stay or to disappear. It was something so strange. He had gone as far as he could from the little building in the center of this weird room, knowing the limit. A few feet too far and he was lost. As there was no place to hide there, getting that far was his only chance to be alone. But not for long.
"Tou-san? What are you doing here? It's late and we spent a lot of time fighting today. You should try to get some rest."
"Stop calling me this! And I don't need you to babysit me!"
"But Tou-san, how do you want me to call you? You're my-"
"I'm not your father! Leave me alone."
He turned back to watch the horizon and was relieved to hear Trunks sigh and slowly walk away. Vegeta knew that the boy was caring for him and would try to help him if he felt that something was bothering him. He didn't want his help. They had been in this room for only three months and he wondered if he would be able to stay here any longer. At least with Trunks. He waited for a while, then when he thought the boy would be asleep, he headed towards the building where what could be called his bedroom was. He stopped to listen to the quiet breathing coming from the other bed. He silently pulled the curtain to look at the sleeping boy. So peaceful, so innocent. Vegeta frowned and backed away. He quickly stripped and got into his own bed, wishing he won't have the same kind of dreams as these last few weeks.
But the dreams kept coming and disturbing him almost every night. His nature could allow him to stay awake for two or three days without the need to sleep, but if he did it on a regular basis, his training there would be spoiled. All he could do was find his favorite spot in this room, far away from the central shelter, and meditate, trying to push these unwanted thoughts away. He needed to concentrate on their training. That was the only thing they were supposed to do here.
"Tou-san! I've been training alone today. Come sparring with me, please."
"I can't remember how many times I told you not to call me this!"
"All right, Prince Vegeta. But please, I'm starting to feel lonely."
Vegeta felt a chill in his stomach followed by an unwelcome warmth a little bit lower. The way this boy was talking to him was making him feel awkward. He knew that Trunks didn't mean to tease him that way, but in his state of mind... Their training. He had to focus on this, nothing else. He rose and followed the boy who quickly attacked him. That was good. When he was fighting he was forgetting everything else. And after a few hours he was so exhausted that this time he was happy to go to bed. He didn't care if the dreams came, now. He was starting to get used to them. Actually he felt a sort of joy in them. And a certain fear. What would happen if the dreams were not enough? He couldn't allow them to become reality.
Another week had passed and they were sparring in what was supposed to be the afternoon. Trunks' aggressiveness and speed had enhanced since they arrived into this place. His attacks were getting stronger and Vegeta was even surprised by some of them. The last one had thrown him on the ground. He was cursing himself when Trunks offered him a helping hand. He ignored it and got up. Trunks frowned and looked sad.
"Why are you always so cold?"
Vegeta shrugged. Trunks knew how to make him react. If Vegeta wanted to be mean, he would have to face the consequences.
"Tou-san..."
Vegeta turned around, furious, and rushed towards the boy. He grabbed him by his battle suit, forcing him to bend to his eyes level.
"Don't ever call me this."
His voice had been a growl and Trunks was a little surprised. He expected to hear him yell or to be attacked, but this was different. There was something in Vegeta's eyes and voice that was making him anxious. Why was he looking at him this way? When he felt his father's lips on his he thought he was going to faint. He stopped breathing for a while, wondering if he had planned to kill him after this. But a few seconds later Vegeta pulled away, a terrified look on his face. He had done it, he had started it. The dreams... Now he couldn't stop them, they were getting real. Both men were looking at each other in shock. Vegeta flew away quickly, letting a confused Trunks behind him.
"Tou-san... why...?"
Trunks slowly headed to the small building. He needed a shower. A cold one. When he arrived in the bathroom Vegeta was nowhere in sight. He didn't show up for two days. Trunks started worrying. Saiyajin were known for their amazing hunger, and staying two days without eating wasn't usual. He hadn't been looking for his father so far. He wanted to let him alone after what had happened, he knew he would be meditating on this somewhere. And he himself had been thinking a lot about what his father had done. And about his own feeling at that moment. He wasn't sure of them. Maybe it was just a physiological need. But maybe not. He had felt a mix of delight and disgust. Delight from the feeling of these lips on his. Not rough as he could have thought, if only he had thought about it. Only a soft, gentle touch. Caring, loving. And disgust because it was with his father, something forbidden. But what was wrong in kissing someone you love? It wasn't just the kiss that had disgusted him. It was the sudden desire he had felt for this man. He couldn't allow himself to have such feelings. But after turning all this in his head for two days, it didn't seem so shocking anymore. It was worse : he wanted it to happen again.
Vegeta sat still in the white infinity. He knew he couldn't stay there doing nothing any longer. They all had more important things to do outside than pitying themselves. They had a planet to save. But if he didn't find a solution to his problem, he would soon go crazy and they would have to do this without him. He had to talk to his son. No, it wasn't his son. He had to tell him everything about the dreams, about his feelings. He thought he was untamable but he had melted to that simple touch of their lips. What was going to happen, then, if all that was in these dreadful dreams happened... He was trying to remember the feeling of this kiss for the umpteenth time when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Trunks was here and he hadn't heard him coming. This was really getting disturbing.
"Tou-san..."
"Will you stop calling me this one day?"
To his surprise, Trunks noticed that this time there was no anger in the man's voice. He was glad to hear that change, but also a bit disappointed. He had hoped just for a while that his father would react the same way as he did before. But there was no kiss this time. Only a sad look in the man's eyes. Sad? He had never seen him sad before and didn't think he could be sad someday. He sat by his side, their knees almost touching. He wanted to be near him, close to him, but he didn't dare to force a contact between them.
"Why do you keep telling me you're not my father?"
"My son is this little useless screaming thing you've seen in Bulma's arms. You are someone else's son. We're not from the same timeline. A lot of things are different here."
"But among other reasons, I came here to see what my father looked like. I came here to see you, to know you."
"You've seen what he looked like, you haven't seen him. I'm not that man. I don't want to be that man."
"But why?"
"Because that man wouldn't be allowed to have the thoughts I have. He wouldn't be allowed to... to simply do this..."
He turned and gently took the boy's face in his hands. Those lips... tempting him again... He leaned and kissed him, his lips only touching Trunks' own. He wasn't sure if he could go further, he didn't know if the boy would allow it. He couldn't compromise their training and the planet's fate for just one kiss. He cursed himself for getting so soft, but Trunks wrapped his arms around him and his worries were gone. He felt this strange feeling again, this warmth, this sensation of melting. Tentatively he traced the boy's lips with the tip of his tongue and instead of the rejection he feared, Trunks parted his lips, inviting him in. Their tongues met and battled for a while. What was first a gentle kiss had become a lustful one. They finally parted, out of breath. Trunks was blushing slightly, his eyes downcast. Vegeta looked at him with adoration in his eyes.
"You can't imagine how many nights I dreamt this was happening. I dreamt of your body lying against mine, I dreamt I was making love to you. And all these days you kept on calling me 'father', remembering me that all this was forbidden. And each day my desire for you was growing. I could only forget it when we were sparring, but even then it's becoming difficult now."
Trunks was amazed. His father... No, not his father. This man, this cold, heartless man was confiding his feelings and weaknesses to him. Maybe that was true, he could be a kind man. He felt Vegeta's gloved fingers caressing his cheek and thought that this thin layer of clothing was too much between them. He took the hand from his face and got up. Vegeta looked up at him, still fearing rejection. Maybe he shouldn't have told all this. But Trunks was smiling at him.
"Come."
He got up and followed the boy, his hand still trapped in Trunks' grip. Something was wrong. In his dreams he was always the one in charge. He smiled, deciding that he would let the boy have some fun for a while. Soon they arrived in one of the bedrooms. Trunks stopped and once again wrapped his arms around Vegeta, leaning for another kiss. Vegeta was annoyed by the fact that he was shorter than the boy. It was a feeling he often had. But he knew that when he'll manage to get the boy into his bed that won't matter anymore. For now, said boy was hungrily devouring his mouth. The idea of what this mouth could do to him in more interesting places made him moan with desire. Trunks broke the kiss and took Vegeta's hands to his mouth, carefully removing the white gloves with his teeth. Vegeta looked at all this amazed, wondering where Trunks had learnt to seduce people that way.
The gloves were dropped to the ground and Trunks took one of his father's fingers into his mouth, sucking gently. What Vegeta saw in the boy's eyes surprised him. Lust. Something he never thought he could find there. He managed to free his finger and ordered the boy to strip. Trunks obediently removed his gloves and battlesuit and immediately felt Vegeta's hands on him, caressing his chest slowly. Trunks felt goosebump follow the path of these hands as they went lower on him to finally rest on his thighs. His father had carefully and teasingly avoided his crotch and Trunks whimpered with need. Vegeta smiled. If the boy was as horny as himself it promised to be funny. He let go of his son's thighs and started to undress. Soon both were naked and Trunks blushed at the sight of his father's arousal.
"What? Why are you blushing? It's your fault if I'm in that state, you should do something for it."
Without really realizing what he was doing, Trunks found himself kneeling in front of Vegeta. He looked up, unsure of what he was doing, and met the man's eyes. They were silently begging him. He placed his hands on the man's ass to hold him as he began kissing and licking his right thigh, going up to his hip. He stopped and went to offer the same treatment to his left hip and thigh. The idea of being able to tease Vegeta without being slain made him smile. One of Trunks' hand left the man's rear, traveling on his thigh to finally caress his erection. Vegeta let out a contented moan that grew louder when he felt the boy's soft and wet lips kissing and gently nipping the tip of his manhood. His hands came to rest on the boy's head, pushing lightly. Trunks got the message: enough teasing. He parted his lips and took as much of the offered flesh as he could in his mouth. He worked his way up and down the shaft, swirling his tongue all around it, trying to get lower each time. He finally managed to relax his throat muscles and felt the pulsing flesh slip in totally, his nose buried in the patch of silky black hair. Vegeta was now moaning louder and had started pumping his hips to the rhythm of Trunks' sucking, his fingers still twined in the boy's lavender hair. He felt he was close to release and wasn't sure that the boy would accept to let him come in his mouth.
"Trunks..."
"Mmmm..."
"*gasp* Trunks, I'm close..."
"Mmmm..."
The boy tightened his grip on Vegeta's ass and thigh, deepthroating him as fast as he could. Vegeta couldn't hold back much longer and came with a cry in the boy's mouth, his seed swallowed hungrily. Remorse hit him again as he looked at the boy's loving blue eyes. His son... But Trunks freed him and quickly got up to kiss him and his remorse vanished. Having the boy only for himself felt so good. He couldn't let this be messed. He led Trunks to the bed, laying him on his back, and settled next to him. The bed wasn't large, but it was enough for them both if they staid against each other. And it was exactly what he had in mind. While kissing him he started caressing Trunks' upper body, following each curve of muscle. The boy's skin was lightly tanned, a little darker than Vegeta's skin. He stopped on the darker bump of a nipple and pinched it slightly. The boy hissed. Vegeta chuckled and lowered his head to Trunks' chest and licked the falsely injured flesh. This time the boy practically purred. Vegeta's mouth traveled to the other nipple and played there for a while before moving to the boy's belly. Trunks sighed with delight as a warm tongue plunged in his navel then traced a wet path towards the patch of purple hair. Vegeta decided to tease the boy a bit longer and moved to place kisses on Trunks' inner thigh. Going lower, he lifted the boy's leg and licked behind the knee. Trunks was amazed at how good that simple thing felt. He had never imagined that this part of his body could be so sensitive.
Although he greatly enjoyed his exploration of Trunks' body, Vegeta stopped his little tease and went straight to the boy's crotch. Before he could realize that his knee had been abandoned, Trunks felt his manhood engulfed in a wonderfully hot mouth. He gasped at the feeling of a skillful tongue pleasing him, going up and down the length in an attempt to find the more sensitive spots. He was soon panting, thrusting into the other man's mouth, his fingers gripping the black hair. As the boy was about to come, Vegeta managed to free his head from Trunks' grip. He reached up to kiss the boy while he was still stroking him. Trunks' cry was muffled by the lips locked on his and Vegeta felt the boy's warm seed spilling on his hand. He broke the kiss and let the boy catch his breathTrunks had a slightly vexed look which made Vegeta smile.
"Don't worry, I'll have enough occasions to taste you. I presume you've never been with another male before."
"Actually I never even thought about doing so..."
"Then I need this for now."
He showed his soiled hand to the boy and started coating his once again rock hard erection with Trunks semen. The boy gasped at the sight. Without letting him any opportunity to protest, Vegeta lifted Trunks legs, placing the boy's ankles on his shoulders. He picked up some of the semen left on Trunks' belly and placed a finger at the entrance of the boy's body.
"W...wait! I don't know if it's a good idea! It's gonna hurt!"
"You're a Saiyajin, dammit! I'm hurting you more when we're sparring! You should be grateful that I'm trying to prepare you."
Without letting him answer he shoved his finger inside the boy's body. Trunks yelped, only annoying Vegeta some more.
"Stop making that kind of noise, you're sounding like Kakarotto."
"You did this with Gokuh-san?"
Vegeta almost choked and viciously shoved his finger further.
"How could you imagine me with that stupid low-class thing?"
"I'm sorry... Ah!... Now, that's getting interesting..."
Vegeta smiled satisfyingly, gently massaging the boy's prostate, marveling at the sounds the boy was making. He went on with a second finger, stretching him as much as he could. He knew that if he couldn't gain the boy's confidence he was going to hurt him, and for the first time in his life he didn't want to hurt someone. Trunks' satisfied moaning was replaced by a sound of protest when the fingers left him. Vegeta chuckled.
"You didn't want me to start and now you don't want me to stop?"
"Please..."
"Please what? I want to hear you beg for it."
"No way!"
"Really? Maybe you're really my son, then."
He positioned himself above the boy and slowly pushed in. Trunks hissed but he thought that he didn't want to disappoint Vegeta. He tried to calm his racing heart, breathing deeply to relax. But he couldn't help feeling a slight pain as Vegeta entered him. Kisses on his neck and a hand gently caressing his thigh distracted him and soon Vegeta couldn't go further inside him. He stopped his motion to let the boy adjust but soon Trunks was shifting his hips, urging him to move again. Vegeta slowly pulled out then pushed back in, savoring both the feeling of friction on his sensitive flesh and the sight of Trunks' contented smile. If his pride allowed it, he would thank Kakarotto for suggesting him to train there. He had never thought this would turn out like this. Trunks was quietly moaning under him, obviously enjoying this as much as Vegeta did. The boy managed to free his legs from Vegeta's shoulder and wrapped them around the man's waist. Vegeta smiled and leaned to kiss the boy who responded eagerly. Trunks’ hand trailed along the man's back and ended up stroking his ass while his other hand tangled in the ebony hair. As his father was thrusting faster, the boy's louder moans were echoed by Vegeta's grunts. The sound of they cries as they came faded in the infinity of the empty room outside.
Vegeta rolled to his side, still holding Trunks tightly. They were both panting and just rested there, trying to catch their breaths. Trunks' head rested on the man's sweaty chest and he started dozing. When he opened his eyes again, Vegeta was staring at him, smiling. It was something the boy had never suspected to see. Vegeta was showing him the side of his personality he hid to anyone else. Something his pride and social position as a prince couldn't allow him to show. But for Vegeta it was something natural. He had only seen his own father show his loving and caring self to his wife and his son. And in that instant the confusion in his mind was assimilating Trunks to both kind of persons. He leaned to place kisses all over the boy's face, taking his time to explore his lips and mouth. Trunks had never seen him so meticulous in his movements, even in a fight. When his mouth was finally free he smiled at Vegeta.
"When we entered this room I hoped you would teach me interesting things. I didn't expect it would be so interesting."
"And we still have a few months to spend here... THAT sounds interesting."
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Vegeta was leaning against a tree, looking at what he should call his friends. Cell had been defeated, and Kakarotto was dead. He was gone. As Trunks would be soon. Fortunately, they had been able to wish the boy back to life. Vegeta remembered how shocked he had been when he had seen him motionless on the ground after Cell's random strike. Shocked and mad. He couldn't let someone live after taking the most precious thing he had in his life. Not his son, but his love. He hadn't been able to destroy Cell himself but that bastard had payed after all.
A little group had gathered around Trunks. They all had wanted to come to say goodbye. Vegeta didn't join them, they both had already bade farewell the previous night. Vegeta had allowed himself to cry. Trunks was the only one to know his caring and fragile side, so that didn’t matter. The boy had promised him he would find a way to come back sometimes but Vegeta still had doubts. They fell asleep in each other's arms and woke in the same position, as though even in their sleep they didn't want to part.
Trunks patted baby Trunks' head and turned. He saw Vegeta in the distance, watching him, a strange look on his face. He knew that as always his lover was trying to hide his feelings but this time it was more difficult. He looked slightly sad. Trunks smiled at him and Vegeta only responded by a sign. They both knew that if they had been closer they had fallen in each other's arms and certainly cried. Trunks jumped in his time machine and flew off. Vegeta felt a sudden ache inside him but remembered what Trunks had told him: he would find a way to come back for him. Now he understood what the word the boy had written on his time machine meant: Hope.
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© Isa Akane B. , 2001