Note: Soooooooooo even if you don't like this one that much, I'll do this to you so that you have to read it. BASTA! * g * Is it really that bad? Okay okay, I probably wouldn't feel like kissing my father either (apart from the fact that my parents are divorced ... now I'm chatting from the sewing box and nobody here will be interested, so I'll shut up), but with Vegeta ? It's ust cute, everyone gets weak (or almost everyone). Then why not his son either? And it's cute too, so why not?


What I forgot last time: It takes place in the time of the Cell saga, when the two of them go into the space of spirit and time together for the first time to train. Helps me on the jumps: Is anyone just reading through all of my comments or are they just skimmed over or even ignored? It is very important to me to find out! But first of all (more or less) have fun!





Vegeta could feel the hot breath of Trunks very clearly on his face. His son seemed hesitant. "Vegeta ..." His lips settled on Vegeta's. Timid and only briefly. The Saiyajin looked at him with wide eyes before he mumbled: "Well, you still have to learn to kiss ..." "You think again that you would be better .. Well wait!" Trunks kissed him again, but this time more passionate and demanding. That was what Vegeta was aiming for. After a short time he returned the kiss.


When they parted again, breathing heavily, they looked at each other.


"I ... oh god, I ... kissed my father ..." Trunks thought. Immediately he got off Vegeta. "What do you have?" He asked. "Vegeta ... you still ask? You ... are my ... father ..." "I already told you that I have no son ... and I don't want to have either." "Yes ... but it can't be changed ... "With these words he stormed out of the room.

"I don't care ..."




"How could I? How could I be so stupid and kiss my own father?" Trunks desperately tried to distract himself through training. "I have to think of something else ... Cell. We are here because of him. Cell. Cell is the enemy, we have to defeat him, no matter what the cost!" He told himself. "His lips are soft ... I never would have thought ... Shit! Cell, I can't think of anything but Cell! ... He kisses really well ... But why ... why does he have me kissed back? Why ...? Oh father ... I just can't figure you out .... Cell! ... Vegeta .... "




Although he had long since stopped, he hadn't entered the palace out of fear. Alternately he stared at the building and at the ground, unable to make up his mind to do anything. Only when something rushed past him did he look up again.


Vegeta immediately threw himself on the refrigerator. "You should have been able to cook something a long time ago, you know that ?!"he snapped at him as he followed him." Va ... Vegeta ... aren't you thinking ... about it ...? " "About what? "he asked absently as he put the food on the table." About this morning ... "" Why should I? "" Why did you kiss me back? "he replied, offended." To show you how to do it right. If you already start with it ... "" And I idiot interpret something in there! "Trunks held his head.


"What do you expect from me?" "I don't know ... maybe trust, recognition, respect ... love ..." he whispered. "But you don't have that kind of feeling, do you ?!"


Vegeta was silent. He didn't know what to say to that. He could clearly hear the pain in his voice. "Trunks ..." he sighed. He looked at him. With a painful look. Vegeta stepped up to him. "It's nasty that you're taller than me. Actually, you should be shorter, after all, Bulma isn't that tall either."The half - Saiyan had to smile at these words, even if he didn't quite understand why his father was saying that now." Besides ... "Vegeta blushed and averted his gaze." Besides ... you're quite good at it kiss ... very good even ... better than your mother ... "


The purple-haired boy's eyes widened. "Are you ... serious ..." He didn't answer. Trunks wrapped his arms around the man possessively. "You ... do you hate me ... Vegeta ...?" When he didn't answer again, a light went on to Trunks. "Mom always told me about your pride ... that you were the proudest warrior the world has ever seen. I was always sad that I couldn't get to know you. As a little kid I admired you a lot, but when I then traveled to this time ... "Vegeta had listened with a red head. Now he looked up. "What, but ..." "I never thought ..." Trunks paused. "You are beautiful ... Vegeta ..." "Am I a woman you have to say that to ?!"" No ... but ... please .... "" What? "" Please ... please kiss me again ... I have to find out something about myself ... "At first he looked at him in shock, then his mind failed and he complied with his son's request while he was hugged by him.


Their kiss seemed to be endless. Vegeta had his hands on his chest and stroked it every now and then. When they parted from each other, he immediately began to kiss down his neck, his hands wandering under the T - shirt until it became too annoying for him and tore it off. "Vegeta ..." Trunks gasped. "Soon ... I can absolutely no longer hold myself ... push me away from you now, after that it will be too late ..." he whispered. With his hand he lifted Vegeta's head and kissed him again. With that he had made up his mind ...






To be continued (is it getting worse, right ...?)