Mirai walked through the house in disgust, kicking some sort of sexual toy to the side as he made his way to the bedroom. The morning sun leaked through the windows, spilling down around the luxurious furnishing, yet Mirai winced, hearing the sounds of heavy breathing emanating from the partially closed door.
Walking through, against his better judgment, he was met with the grinning face of Trunks, well aware of his arrival and laying beneath two gorgeous men both giving him a blowjob. Mirai resisted the urge to look away, knowing his younger self had planned this all out and expected his reaction to be nothing short of horrified.
“You want to join in Mirai?” the monstrous youth laughed, grabbing a fist full of brown hair and pushing one of the men’s head down furiously around his cock, earning a muffled protest. “There’s enough morning wood for everybody, trust me. What do you say boys? You’d give him a round of it wouldn’t you?”
Both men lifted their heads simultaneously, cum spattered in little stains across their faces.
“Holy shit!” One said, staring in disbelief as Mirai glared down at them, identical to the man they were sleeping with. “He looks just lik-..”
“Did I say you could stop?” Trunks snapped, grabbing both their heads and forcing them back down into his lap where they continued their work vigorously. “You see Mirai? You see how they obey? Why can’t you be more like that? Give in. It’s inevitable anyways. I’ve fucked around with every Saiyan on this planet save for two. Now you’re the third and I don’t intend to let you go.”
“What do you mean?!” Mirai asked, finally giving into the shock of it all. “Every Saiyan but two?!”
Ideas whirled through his head, his mind suddenly overloaded with images of possible scenarios, Trunks sexual face not making them any less pornographic. Goku, Vegeta, Gohan. Which two was he addressing? Which one had he been with? Oh God. It was positively mind boggling.
Trunks threw the men off, pinning one down on his back, the other over him and Trunks taking the top. He strapped himself with a heavily lubricated condom, never taking his cruel eyes off of Mirai’s.
“You want to know,” he laughed, slowly forcing his way into the man beneath him, loving the sound of pain that the victim made. “Ask my daddy dearest. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind enlightening you.”
He began to force his way in and out, hips thrusting painfully against the backside of the brunette who had made his own way inside the man pinned beneath him. Mirai had to force himself to look away, to be repulsed by this even when every secret inclination made him want to join them, their beautiful bodies covered in sweat and seamen.
Trunks caught Mirai’s eyes looking at them, giving a victorious smirk as he realized the desire building in his older version. He picked up his movements, thrusting faster and deeper, lifting the men into the air as he levitated, pounding harder as he stared into Mirai’s eyes. Neither looked away and Mirai got the impression that sexually, it made it only more enjoyable for Trunks to stare at himself essentially, loving the fact that Mirai was watching them.
He turned away quickly, cursing himself for having indulged the bastard so much, walking towards the door angrily.
“Oh, and while you’re there,” Trunks threw his head back, laughing deliriously with pleasure and insanity at the same time. “Give him a big kiss for me.”
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Vegeta hardly stirred at the question, dark, thick eyelashes barely fluttering as Mirai inquired of him what Trunks had meant by what he said. It seemed as though the gorgeous Saiyan prince had been expecting such and Mirai found himself cursing the fact that he knew damn good and well why Trunks entertained this incestuous obsession.
The Saiyan prince was no less than phenomenal to look at, Mirai recalling days in the Time Chamber where he had been caught simply staring at this version of his father, magnetized by the simple beauty of the man’s face. How many years had Vegeta lived? How many things had Vegeta seen? And yet still, he remained in the body and face of no more than a twenty-five year old, as appealing as the day he had hit maturity no doubt.
It was insatiable, this infatuation with simply staring at the older man, watching the very subtle movements of his jaw line as the prince mauled over what to say. It was no wonder so many people had fallen so completely in love with the prince through his lifetime, Mirai recalling humorous stories his father had told him while in the Chamber of Time. Stories of chaotic obsession, of desperation to be with him. At the time, Mirai had only laughed, blown away by the simple gall of people. Now, he could almost pity them.
“He says he’s slept with all but two. Who is the one he slept with? What’s he talking about?”
Vegeta sighed, never having been one for much conversation.
“How can I hope to help him if I have no idea what he’s been doing?” Mirai pushed, seeing his father’s expression go from irritated to nearly angry within a few seconds. “There’s something big going on with him, I realize that. But I think in his own way, he’s trying to tell me. Or at least show me. I need to know, who has he been with?”
“There aren’t just three Saiyans anymore Mirai,” Vegeta scowled. “Kakarot had another son, named Goten, looks exactly like him.”
“Then he must be the one,” Mirai whispered, staring into his father’s face. “But wait, he said all but two. That must mean he slept with… at least two others.”
Vegeta turned away from him, anger registering on his face. Mirai gasped, afraid to ask aloud yet knowing he had to do so.
“Father,” He breathed, shaking his head. “Vegeta, did you-..”
“God! Of course not!” The prince turned on him in rage. “Are you insane?! God, boy, THINK!”
Mirai just stared, torn between the sense of some relief and yet, at the same time, a sick sense of rejection. Even the Trunks of this time couldn’t slay the powerful Saiyan. Amazing.
“Kakarot,” Vegeta breathed, making himself comfortable once more on the bed he was lying in. “His wife, what’s-her-name, came down with a rare form of cancer. He stayed with her through it all, amazingly enough. I guess I never even thought he liked her that much, but apparently…..”
“Go on,” Mirai pushed, knowing he was probably overstepping his grounds but anxious to know the full story.
“Apparently he did. When she died, I tried to get him to come away from the funeral. He had stayed well past the ceremony and deep into the night. It was the first time I couldn’t really talk to him. He always seemed to listen to what I would say, however idiotic he seemed.”
Mirai nodded, recalling the strange, almost affectionate rivalry between the two. Where they showed animosity, there was a deep respect and whenever it came down to it, the two would have protected each other even if it meant dying. He had always wondered if there wasn’t something more between them, the way they seemed to stare longer at each other than anyone else did. The way the air tended to spark whenever they were both in the room. He had to grin; the way that his father only seemed to genuinely smile when Goku was around.
“I tried to physically get him away from her grave,” Vegeta was continuing, oblivious to his son’s thoughts. “That proved useless as he only knelt on the ground and began sobbing like a child. I guess I never thought I’d see the day when he broke down, but I suppose it happens to all of us eventually. He wanted to die, really die, for the first time that day. Said it already felt like he had. I left, believing he was inconsolable.”
Vegeta looked up seriously.
“I was wrong.”
“You’re not saying…” Mirai looked at him in shock, trying to goad him onward. “Not Goku. You’re kidding me!”
“It seemed that Trunks had just the right way of comforting Kakarot, moving towards him once I’d left and… well, let’s just say, Kakarot had sex in the last place he ever would have thought. Trunks fucked him right over his wife’s grave.”
Mirai covered his mouth, eyes wide in disbelief. How could Goku have DONE it?! Sure, he would never put Trunks past such a thing but Goku? Hero, savior of the universe? It seemed absurd, yet he knew his father would never speak anything contradictory to the truth. Sure, Goku was as beautiful as any other Saiyan, the strong features, the alluring mouth and eyes. He was always more boyishly handsome then Vegeta, though almost as mesmerizing as a result, his innocence an open invitation for Trunks apparently.
But Mirai still couldn’t imagine it. Goku had never even seemed like a sexual person to him. Despite the ravishing good looks that never went without notice, Mirai had always imagined that Goku was somewhat oblivious to his appearance, focusing more on fighting and what not.
“Try not to think too harshly of Kakarot,” Vegeta breathed in a tired voice. “You know how Trunks can be. I can tell just from looking at you, you’ve seen it as well. The invincible allure. There’s something almost ungodly about it. Something unnatural that a man could have that much control by just using his body as a flytrap for the weak.”
Mirai nodded gravely, still trying to digest the information.
“Against his normal policy,” Vegeta continued. “Trunks repeatedly seduced Kakarot, their romps lasting for over a month before anyone realized what was going on. And when someone finally did… well….”
“Goten then!” Mirai spat out, having heard from his mother that Gohan was now not only married but also a father.
Vegeta only shook his head.
“Gohan was irate when Kakarot had finally broken down to him, going to search for Trunks and, for all I’m aware, having every intention of killing him.”
“Would you have stopped him?” Mirai inquired, not certain why it was so important to him.
“If Gohan had felt the need to kill Trunks, then I would have let him. Gohan is no killer but he had his reasons, fair enough. As he saw it, the equivalent for what Trunks had done was nearly the same as rape and he had every intention of ending Trunks life. Do I think it was rape? God no. I know better, Kakarot knows better and… Gohan, now knows better.”
“Gohan!?” Mirai nearly fell out of his chair. “But, he’s MARRIED! And he has a kid and… well, I thought he was straight!”
“What have I told you, Mirai?” Vegeta snarled in annoyance. “It doesn’t matter. Gay, straight, lesbian, bisexual, transsexual and God knows what other ones are out there! He takes what he wants and by the time he’s through, every moral, every principal, every value they’ve ever held in their life is over. He gives them the greatest fuck of their lives and leaves them with nothing else.”
Mirai buried his face in his hands.
“Gohan should have known better. He knew his father’s strength, his father’s sheer will. He went to confront Trunks in an open field, miles upon miles from any civilization, fully prepared to enact the murder. I don’t know how it all came about, only that within three days, Videl, his wife, was moving out and taking their daughter with them. He barely sees her anymore.”
“Trunks is an absolute monster,” Mirai spat, face planted against his palms. “Gohan should have killed him when he had the chance. He’s not even a real man.”
“I wouldn’t be too hasty,” Vegeta sighed, rolling over. “While he never slept with Goten, I can tell you as much that there was something between them for quite some time. Trunks had been almost…. I guess the word would be happy. He’d almost been happy, it seemed, for a few months, spending all his time with Goten, just like they had when they were kids. And then, very gradually, it got worse and worse. That was four years ago now. And he hasn’t seen Goten since.”