Surrender to You (Trunks x Goten)

by sohigh

Summary:

Goten and Trunks have been secretly in love for two years, hiding their bond behind closed doors while navigating the pressures of high school and the weight of their families' expectations.

As the son of Prince Vegeta, Trunks knows he’d be disowned for mating with a “low-class mortal Omega.” Goten fears his mother’s rejection even more—Chi-Chi has never accepted same-sex bonds, and Goten’s attraction to both genders only deepens her disapproval.

They’ve managed to stay hidden—until one emotional, impulsive night changes everything. What began as a quiet love story soon spirals into something far more complicated, reshaping their lives in ways they never saw coming.

Secrets unravel. Loyalties shift. And nothing will ever be the same.

Chapter 1: Prologue

"I'm spendin' more than I earn

Drink all the time to forget I'm not hurt 'Cause I go to parties sometimes

And I'll kiss a boy and pretend for the night

'Cause I don't know much about me

I'm still ashamed of who I used to be

So I try way too hard

But I still miss the mark to fit in...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...help me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please someone help me...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyone or anything...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

... ' Cause I'm so sick of being so lonely”

Chapter 2: Chapter I: C Minus

Summary:

Goten gets chewed out by Chi-Chi.

"What is this young man?" Chi-Chi's motherly voice boomed. Her eyebrows were downcast into an more than angry expression, and her lips were smushed into a straight line. "Since when do you bring home a C minus?"

 

Goten blinked briskly. "Well, I um—" he swallowed harshly while staring at the test paper in his mother's hand. He inwardly cursed himself for leaving his books out on the desk. The big, fat, red C sat proudly at the top of the lined paper. He picked at the skin on his thumb, mentally groaning. "It's just one quiz mom..." he muttered.

 

The test paper floated to the ground as Chi-Chi's hands flew in the air. "One quiz? Just one quiz?," she thundered, "don't give me that crap, Goten." She huffed, crossing her arms. "While it might be 'just one quiz' a C minus can detrimentally effect your GPA. No son of mine will be flunking highscool." 

 

Goten sighed. Chi-Chi was the typical overbearing Omegan mother who wanted nothing but the best for her kids. Yet, sometimes she cared too much about her sons' lives. In an almost controlling manner. Gohan often joked it was because she had to make up for their father's obliviousness. 

 

"I know I'm hard on you, but I also know what I'm doing. Just look at your brother! He's the spitting image of a beautifully educated man." She tilted her head. "Don't you want to be like that? Intelligent and bright?"

 

Goten sighed once more. "I guess so," he answered half-heartedly, "sorry mom. I won't disappoint you again."

 

Chi-Chi nodded. "Thank you, son." She bent at the knees to retrieve the test paper from the floor. "What made you drop so low on a quiz anyways? Especially a science quiz, you're a whiz in chemistry!"

 

Rubbing the back of his neck, Goten tried to think of an excuse. He certainly couldn't tell his overprotective mother "I was with Trunks all night, who was trying to drown himself in liquor so I didn't get any sleep". That would go over like a fart in church. "I-"

 

"I hope it wasn't that Valese girl. She's cute for a female Alpha, but I think she's a distraction. Not to mention her head is like a hot air ballon with no—"

 

"It had nothing to do with Valese, mom." Goten interrupted, rolling his eyes. Valese often came over to hang out, but they were nothing more than friends. Of course, she had a wild crush on Goten, but that's all it would ever be... a crush. For Goten, Valese was the perfect cover for his real relationship with Trunks. Not that Chi-Chi would ever know that, or at least not anytime soon. "A few kids behind me were whispering during the entire quiz and I couldn't focus, that's all."

 

Chi-Chi hummed. "Well then I suggest you ask the teacher to move your seat." She placed both hands on his shoulders. "Don't let anyone stop you from graduating at the top of your class, alright?"

 

Goten smiled glumly. "Yes, ma'am." He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against her scent gland. "Love you, mom."

 

Chi-Chi warmly grinned. "Love you too, honey. Have a great day at school."

 

"I will," the teen said, "oh! And I'll be a bit late for dinner tonight. I have debate club practice until 5:30. We're going against our rivals here soon, and have to be at the top of our game."

 

"That's fine, practice well."

 

Goten nodded and turned to leave. He threw a hand up while walking out the door. "Say bye to dad for me!"

 

"Okay, sweetie!"

Notes:

Yes, this’ll probably be a slow burn. (but it has smut!! teehee.)

Chapter 3: Chapter II: Hallway Talk

Summary:

Goten and Trunks have a chat before class.

Closing his locker, Goten sighed. Another day, another headache. A deep hatred for school surged through his Sayian blood, and all his Omegan brain wanted to do was nest. He pressed his forehead to the cold, blue metal and listened as feet scurried by. Closing his eyes, he could almost make out the person each footstep belonged to. 

 

Fumiko, Mai, Haru, Emily. Heavy stomps, light skips, squeaky sneakers. Sana, Benjii, Valese. He rolled his eyes, thankful she didn't recognize him with his back turned. Izzy, Genkei, Trunks. His eyes snapped open. Trunks? His body automatically turned, heart softening when he saw a ruffle of lavender hair coming his way. He smiled. Well, at least one good thing comes out of having to be here, he thought. 

 

However, Trunks was sporting a hard-to-miss frown. And the closer he got, Goten noticed his luscious hair wasn't styled in it's normal middle part. His fringe was uncombed, strands were poking out here and there, just overall messy. Black tinted sunglasses covered his baby blues, but his posture said it all. He was hungover. "You didn't wait for me in the parking lot," the older teen greeted, smelling a saddened Alpha.

 

"I know, I'm sorry. I meant to shoot you a text, but I would've been late for my English lecture." Goten apologized, frowning. He reached for the young Alpha's sunglasses. "You should probably take these off. It's a dress code vio—"

 

Trunks swatted his hand. "Don't. I have a migraine, light hurts at the moment."

 

Goten let out a small whimper, bowing his head. "I hate when you drink," he whispered, loud enough for the elder to hear, "you're always moody the morning after."

 

A short wave of silence came over the two of them. Goten's ears began to make out individual footprints again, a nervous habit. Though Trunks was young to be a drinker, it never stopped him before. He easily had access to his parents liquor cabinet, and since he was home alone eighty-eight percent of the time, who was there to stop him?

 

Exhaling, the forgotten Sayian prince removed his shades. "Sorry, 'Ten. I didn't mean to snap at you," he made eye contact, "I just feel like shit. Don't really care to be here."

 

Whenever Trunks finally looked at him, the younger teen was taken aback by how red his eye sockets were. Not to mention his eye bags were noticeably heavy today. "Did you take that senzu I left for you?" He asked, fighting the instinct to nuzzle the teen in the middle of a busy hallway. 

 

Trunks shook his head. 

 

"Why not?"

 

Trunks shrugged. "Didn't remember."

 

Goten huffed. "Whatever." He turned to walk away, clearly upset. "I'll see you later."

 

Eyebrows furrowing, the lavender-haired boy pointedly grabbed Goten's arm. "Hey wait," he pleaded, "don't get mad and walk off. It pisses me off when you do that."

 

Goten stopped in his tracks. He exhaled and shook his head. "I just- don't understand why you don't take the help I give you," he turned to face him, "you're too stubborn to listen to me."

 

The Alpha scoffed. He knew he was stubborn, but hated being told so. The criticism reminded him that he and his father were alike... too much alike. "I listen to you..." he weakly defended.

 

"Then why didn't you take the senzu?" 

 

Wiping a hand over his face, Trunks groaned. "Fuck, I don't know 'Ten. I don't—"

 

A bunch of obnoxious giggles interrupted their conversation. Two blondes, and one redhead approached the boys. "Hi Trunks!" The redhead smiled, stepping between the couple. "Do you mind walking us to class? We've been wanting to talk to you about good places to volunteer at."

 

"Yeah!" One of the blondes chimed in. "Since you've already gotten all your community service hours in for the year, we figured you'd be the person to ask." She seductively ran a hand over his bicep.

 

"Ask the counselor." Trunks dismissed, brushing her hand off. 

 

The redhead frowned, along with the blonde. However, the other blonde continued to press. "Mr. Samki always suggests lame places to volunteer at, though! Nobody wants to pick up trash on the side of the road. Surely you would know of—"

 

"Excuse me," Goten spoke up, "but we were having a conversation."

 

All three Omegas turned to look at him. The redhead scowled, and the two blondes rolled their eyes. Unimpressed, it seemed. "Why don't you run along to your biology lecture, freak?" The redhead bullied. "Maybe you'll learn why pathetic Omega males like you exist."

 

Goten's jaw clenched. A low, warning growl vibrated from his throat. Trunks mine. Alpha mine, he wanted to gnarl. Besides literally being called a freak, he also felt threatened. He was aware Trunks was the hottest Alpha in school, but it still didn't feel good when Omega's flirted with him— especially not while he was right there. 

 

Taking Goten and the girls by surprise, Trunks growled loudly. He snarled and aggressively showed his teeth. "Walk." He demanded, Alpha voice on high. His eyes might as well have been daggers, because they sure as hell plunged through the girls' souls.

 

Shocked, the group of young women looked at one another. It was prohibited to use any sort of Alpha command while on school grounds. Without another word, they all backed away. "What an ass." The one blonde said, afterwards leaving with the group.

 

Eyes wide, Goten glanced from the girls to Trunks. Once they were out of earshot, the younger Sayian exclaimed, "I can't believe you just did that! You could get expelled!"

 

"At least it'd be for a good reason." He justified. "As if I'd let those bitches say that to you and get away with it."

 

Goten swallowed anxiously. He glanced from Trunks to the group of Omegas, who were farther down the corridor. A deep shame scarred his Sayian pride. Male Omegas were viewed as strange. It had become increasingly taboo for one to be born. Not uncommon, but it wasn't common either. 1 in 300 males were born Omega, meaning 1 in 300 males were 'weaker than spider silk'. Omegas were usually born female, and since women were viewed as the frail gender anyhow, that standard caused male Omegas to automatically be seen as frail too. 

 

Nobody had an exact answer as to why it was rare, but the lack of information bothered Goten every waking moment. School was hell for him purely because of his second gender. Sure, he could easily beat anyone here to a pulp, but that would never satisfy the ache he felt day in and day out. Why the stigma wasn't the same for female Alphas? He would never come to accept. "Still," Goten sighed, "you shouldn't risk your education for something that stupid."

 

"I hate school anyways," Trunks answered, "if I got expelled for defending you then it'd be worth it."

 

Goten blinked, stunned. He never understood why Trunks hadn't graduated early, gotten his G.E.D., or simply just dropped out. He was smart enough to have graduated Sophomore year if he'd wanted to, and was now old enough to drop out or take the test for his G.E.D. "Why are you still here if you hate it so much? You know as well as I do that you could've graduated years ago. And it's not like you'll be jobless. Mr. Capsule Corp CEO."

 

Trunks chuckled. "Maybe I just like being able to pester you here." He winked. 

 

Goten frowned. He knew that wasn't the real reason. Yet, the pre-late bell rang, giving the couple no more time to discuss it. "Alright, I better get going. Mrs. Kyoshi promised to write me up next time I'm late," he rolled his eyes, "and I don't feel like getting another lecture from my mom."

 

"Okay." Trunks replied. "But you're coming over after school though, right? Mom will be home when we get there, but she'll be gone by 5."

 

Goten shook his head. "Can't. I have debate practice until 5:30."

 

The lavender-haired Alpha bellyached. "Ugh, can't you skip one practice? You're so busy with school I never get to see you anymore. You don't even like being on the team."

 

The Omega bit his lip. He did hate being in debate club. Arguing to get a point across was never something he enjoyed; he was a lover not a fighter. Plus, he was not as skilled as he would like to be. He usually ended up letting his teammates take the dives. The club was honestly just a résumé booster. "I know, but I can't let my mom down. I have to be at the top of our class, just like my brother was."

 

"Yeah, but you're not Gohan." Trunks reminded. "I know Chi-Chi wants the best from you, but you don't have to be who she wants you to be." He quickly looked around the now empty hallway, before holding his hand. "It's you're life, remember that."

 

Goten's heart fluttered. Time always stopped when Trunks made any type of physical contact with him. Deep down, he knew his boyfriend was right. The Omega was flat out miserable trying to be something he's not. He'd be perfectly happy as a B minus or even a C plus student. At least that way he'd still have energy to live. Squeezing the elder's palm, Goten smiled. "Meet me here at 3:30?"

 

Trunks cracked his first, genuine smile all morning. "You got it, babe."

Chapter 4: Chapter III: Like a Charm

Summary:

Trunks and Goten hang out after school.

Goten rummaged through his book bag as he followed Trunks up the stairs. He searched over journals and loose notebook paper, eventually groaning when he realized what he was looking for wasn't there. "Shit," he exhaled, "I left my computer in my locker." He mentally cursed his psyche, knowing if he didn't complete his practice questions he'd absolutely bomb the physics test tomorrow.

 

Trunks opened the door to his bedroom. "Just log into your account on mine." The Sayian threw his keys on his dresser before kicking his shoes off. "You hungry? I can have one of the chefs fix us a snack?"

 

Goten shook his head, closing the door behind him. "No, thank you. If I eat now I won't be hungry at dinner." He said, shrugging his backpack off his shoulders, while removing his shoes. He frowned upon seeing the near-empty bottle of Vodka on Trunks' nightstand. 

 

The older Sayian threw himself onto the bed, soon joking, "Alright then. But when your stomach is growling in .5 seconds don't come crying to me."

 

Goten chuckled. He plopped down on the empty side of the bed. "You wouldn't let your exhausted boyfriend starve though, would you?" He batted his big brown eyes, strategically throwing an arm over the forgotten prince's waist.

 

Trunks' heart pitter-pattered. Goten's puppy dog eyes were always his weakness; Always working like a charm. They held more love than the world could possibly give, beautifully so. "Of course I'd never let you starve, dummy." He caressed the younger's cheek, admiring the tiny acne bumps forming. "If you starved to death, who would be here to put away my laundry?"

 

Goten dramatically gasped, slapping the teen in the chest. "Don't be a bigot." He reprimanded. As it was the Omegas traditional role to be a housewife, he found the joke a bit tasteless. He did, however, crack a grin when Trunks erupted into a fit of laughter. He always loved the sound of his laugh, mainly because he didn't get to hear it enough.

 

"Sorry, I just had to say it." Trunks then kissed his forehead. "If anything I'd have one of our robo-maids put it away. You're too good for that shit."

 

Goten smiled. He laid his head on Trunk's broad chest and intertwined their fingers. "I don't think I'm too good for anything," he blushed, "but thank you."

 

The lavender-haired boy hummed. Inwardly, he disagreed. He wasn't sure if he was biased, but Trunks genuinely thought Goten was too good to even walk this Earth. An angel, who was born Omega for a reason, and Trunks often thought that reason was due to his kind soul. His soft spirit couldn't handle the aggressive nature of an Alpha's body.

 

Running his free hand through Goten's hair, Trunks couldn't help but chuckle. "You know, you almost have a mullet now. Has Chi-Chi finally given up on getting it cut?"

 

"Yeah." Goten snickered. "I don't fight her on much, but my hair is an argument I'm not willing to lose." His eyes slowly closed, adoring the way Trunks caressed his mane. A light purr built in his throat as he nuzzled his boyfriend's bonding gland.

 

Spending time with Goten was like magic at times. It amazed Trunks how a loving purr and a small display of affection could make a horrible hangover disappear. A strong rumble began to build in his chest, and the powerful scent of happy Omega quickly wafted through the room. 

 

Nonchalantly, Trunks raised Goten's wrist to his sight line. He moved cautiously, not wanting to alarm the comfortable teen. Yet, when he saw the fresh, red wounds running horizontally across his skin, the rumbling in his chest ceased. He sighed. "You've been cutting again."

 

Goten's happy scent immediately went sour. He opened his eyes, paling as he watched Trunks observe his wrist. He quickly relocated his arm. "It's... cat scratches. From volunteering at the shelter."

 

Trunks lips thinned into a straight line. He continued to massage Goten's head, trying to rid of the distressed scent. The wounds would heal fast, just as they always did. Alas, no matter how quick the skin healed, Trunks would never be able to overlook the issue because Goten was hurting. 

 

When they'd first gotten together, Goten came to school with fresh cuts every day. He wore long sleeve shirts or baggy hoodies to hide the embarrassing blemishes— even though it was sunny and ninety degrees most of the time. It pained Trunks to know his best friend since childhood was self-harming so frequently. 

 

After countless efforts to strip Goten of this bad habit, the older Sayian finally had enough. He threatened to tell the school counselor or Chi-Chi if he didn't cut the bullshit. Albeit, it probably wasn't the best idea, but it worked... for a short amount of time.

 

Trunks gradually built a rumble in his chest again. He waited for his boyfriend's tense body to relax, placing a kiss to his wrist to communicate he wasn't angry. "You don't have to lie to me, 'Ten. Talk to me, I'm here for you."

 

Goten slightly relaxed into the Sayian's touch. He closed his eyes, well aware of the anxiety bubbling in his stomach. "I- I don't know, babe. The only thing I feel anymore is stress. H-Hurting myself- I don't know. It gives me—"

 

"Control." Trunks implied. 

 

Goten nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah, it's the only thing that reminds me I'm human. Or at least half human." He buried his face in the crook of the young Alpha's neck. "M' sorry."

 

"Don't be. I get it." Trunks replied. "That's exactly why I've been drinking more. I have to attend so many seminars and meetings with higher ups before I can become the official CEO of Capsule Corp." He rubbed his forehead with his pointer and thumb. "The only thing that drowns out my thoughts is alcohol."

 

Goten sniffled into Trunks' neck. He raised his head and messily wiped his tears away. "That's a horrible coping mechanism, T." He wetly laughed.

 

Trunks shrugged. "I know, but so is cutting yourself." He pressed his forehead to the Omega's. "I hate when you hurt yourself, Goten." He whispered.

 

"I know," the boy murmured, "I just can't stop myself when I'm spiraling sometimes."

 

"Call me." Trunks suggested. "Anytime, anywhere, I promise I'll pick up so we can talk things through." He cupped his cheek. "Please?"

 

Goten's bottom lip quivered. He nodded. "As long as you promise to do the same. I can't stand the thought of you drinking yourself to death." He exhaled shakily. "I know alcohol doesn't effect us the same way it would a human, but it still matters." He batted his round, brown eyes. "You matter, Trunks."

 

Trunks momentarily glanced away. It wasn't an easy promise, considering he handled stress horribly. Then again, hangovers, headaches, and migraines were definitely factors he wouldn't miss. "Okay," he eventually agreed, "for you, I'll try."

 

Goten smiled. "Thank you." He stared into Trunks' blue jays, admiring the vast oceans that held so many wonders for him. He looked at his lips, and then back into his eyes before leaning in for a kiss. 

 

An unmistakable spark of love ignited Trunks' brain when Goten's lips landed on his— like their first kiss all over again. His eyes fluttered shut as his body was quickly flooded with amorousness. Both boys liked sex, often. Sayian's were known to have high libidos or crazy sexual stamina. Goten's soft, yet fit, body was voluptuous enough to make anyone insatiable. While the mention of Trunks Briefs alone was enough for any Omega to bend over. 

 

Rolling over to top the Omega, Trunks greedily dragged his nose across Goten's throat. He groaned. His scent was sweeter than honey, but salty like the ocean. The forgotten prince had never smelt anyone like him— a rare paradise. Lustfully, he nipped at the scent gland. He reached between their bodies, and roughly palmed Goten's cocklet over his jeans.

 

Goten moaned. Warm, gooey slick wasted no time gathering in his underwear. His hips bucked into Trunks' touch, needing more. He ran a hand through the lavender mane, tugging slightly when the Alpha nipped at his bonding gland. "Fuck..." the teen whined.

 

"Want to mark you so bad, angel. Want everyone to know you're mine." Trunks growled deeply. He kissed over his neck, grinning when Goten squirmed beneath him. "Omega mine." He announced, enjoying the sexual thrill it gave him. 

 

"I'm yours," Goten whined, hips still bucking, "only yours Alp—"

 

Three swift knocks echoed from the doorway. "Trunks?" Bulma spoke, "are you home yet?"

 

Trunks' eyes widened and he turned to look at the door. "U-Um yeah!" He replied. "Sorry I didn't come see you, I got sidetracked with homework!" 

 

"That's fine, sweetie. I was just worried. Can I come in?" The doorknob began to turn. 

 

"No!" Trunks yelled, horrified. "I'm u-uh not wearing any clothes!" He mentally smacked himself, wishing he could've come up with a better fib. 

 

Bulma didn't respond immediately, surely shocked. However, after a couple seconds she giggled. "You and your father are too much alike. Vegeta never cares to look decent when he's—"

 

Trunks was well aware his mother was still talking, but it became increasingly hard to focus when Goten impatiently pulled out his cock. He almost went cross-eyed when the needy Omega began to jerk him off. He stroked the upcoming CEO sloppily, but with incredible desire.

 

"Anyways, I'm off to work. I'll be back around midnight. Love you." Bulma finally ended.

 

Trunks moaned aloud, before covering his mouth. "U-Um yeah! Sounds good mom!" He waited for her footsteps to depart before uncovering his mouth. He looked at Goten, fear smeared across his face. "Fucking hell 'Ten. Are you trying to get us caught?"

 

Goten frowned, whimpering. "No," he bucked his hips needily, "m' sorry. Can't wait. Want you, Alpha."

 

Blood immediately rushed to Trunks' member. Arousal swept through his bones faster than the ocean brushed against the shore. He loved, no, cherished, Goten referring to him as his Alpha. It was music to his ears... and his dick. Growling possessively, Trunks attacked the younger's neck again. "Want you more, Omega."

 

Goten sighed blissfully. Puffy, white clouds engrossed his thoughts, creating a sense of calm he longed for. He allowed Trunks to remove his shirt as his conscious went in and out of it's submissive state. His eyes fluttered when the lavender-haired teen kissed his moist lips once more. 

 

Grinding against the duvet filthily, Trunks' began to fiddle with Goten's belt buckle. He slid the hook out of it's hole, and pulled the belt from his blue jeans in one swift motion. He wasted little to no time unzipping his trousers.

 

"In me," Goten whined, growing impatient, "want you in me, Trunks." He continued to lazily stroke the prince's cock, noticing the swell at the base. His slick hole clenched, yearning to be filled.

 

And oh, could Trunks smell him. The tangy scent of the beach mixed with nectar bombarded his nostrils when he removed the black-haired Sayian's boxers. "You're already so wet baby," he admired, gently fingering his puckering hole, "want me inside you this bad, hm?"

 

Goten's hips jerked at the exciting sensation. "Yes!" He exclaimed. "Please, Alpha. W-Wanna feel you. Hate teasing."

 

Trunks smirked. He could tell by Goten's verbal regression that he'd reached that near-dumb submissive state all Omegas rode when high on pheromones. Stripping himself of his bottoms, he bent to kiss the younger's cocklet. "Okay baby, just let me get a condom on first." He started to reach for the nightstand, however, was thrown off by the unmistakable smell of distress. He looked back at Goten, who's eyes were filled with grief.

 

"Alpha doesn't want to knot me?" His bottom lip quivered. "Y-You don't want pups with me?"

 

"Goten, we've been over this," Trunks sighed, taking a condom from the drawer, "we're too young for that. We haven't even finished highschool yet."

 

Goten's brows furrowed, attempting to process Trunks' reasoning. If he was thinking straight, he would've agreed with him. Yet, his natural instincts were turned on, and all he wanted was to be bred. "Okay," he sniffled, "but pups eventually? And Alpha will still knot me?" 

 

The Sayian prince stared into the boy's pleading eyes. Goten had a tendency to become delusional during intercourse, and if Trunks didn't have the willpower to say no, he honestly would've given him what he "wanted" a long time ago. Smiling sympathetically, Trunks kissed his forehead. "Pups eventually, but let's get our lives together first," he advised, just as he had a thousand times before, "and how about I knot your mouth, hm? That way you won't get messy down there?"

 

Goten blinked slowly. He rolled the suggestion around in his foggy brain, soon nodding. At least he'd get to taste Trunks, that was always sating. "M'kay."

 

Pecking his lips, Trunks rewarded him with a, "Good boy." He then ripped the packaging to the condom open with his teeth, and carefully stretched it over his member— making sure to cover his knot. "Take a deep breath for me," he said, lining his cock up to Goten's entrance.

 

Inhaling calmly, Goten silently gasped when he felt a breach. His swollen lips made an 'o' shape as Trunks slowly started to push inside. He saw stars, his head falling to the side in ecstasy. "A-Alpha..."

 

Trunks watched the rim struggle to cave and let his sex in. More slick poured out, drawing the dirtiest moan from Goten once the elder hit home base. "Goddamn puppy," he groaned, "so fucking wet. Always so wet for me." Growling low, he leaned down and captured those quivering lips in a kiss. The kiss had no rhythm, due to Trunks lightly thrusting his hips, but it was still heaven.

 

The familiar scent of pine trees infiltrated Goten's nose. All he could smell was Trunk's heady essence of the forest, and it only caused another gush of slick to lubricate his anus. "Mm- fu- ck..." he weeped.

 

The young couple was so high strung the fornication passed quickly. Their avalanche of raw emotion, sexual need, and passionate desire created something most people wouldn't experience until their late twenties— love. Pure, genuine, love.

 

Goten's hands restlessly pawed at Trunks' shirt. "Off," he whined, "want it off." Or for lack of better words, he was craving skin-to-skin contact.

 

Barely, just barely, Trunks registered what he was asking. He continued to pound Goten's gaping hole, while removing his top— revealing his unrealistic body. A godly vessel. One that never failed to leave the raven-haired teen's mouth watering. "Is that better, puppy?" He panted.

 

Goten nodded mindlessly. "Wan— oh!" His eyes widened when Trunks slammed into him with enough force to break the bed. 

 

The Alpha could feel his knot inflating as he rocked deep and firm. His chest rumbled, and found himself attacking his boyfriend's neck again. An urge to bite and claim his territory surged through his veins. He nipped at Goten's bonding gland, beginning to prick the skin with his sharp teeth. However, as the Omega let out another innocent cry, he controlled his actions. 

 

Trunks was aware that teenagers weren't encouraged to have sex. Most couldn't control their natural instinct to be bred or to claim, which could result in an unwanted pregnancy or unwanted mating. Of course, he had more self-control than other Alpha's his age, but every now and then he almost slipped up.

 

Distracting his brain, he proceeded to fiddle with Goten's ignored cocklet. It was so small, the perfect size for an Omega. Trunks rolled it between his thumb and pointer finger with ease. "You like this? Like when I fuck your tight pussy and play with your cocklet?" He asked.

 

Goten nodded and shook his head, overwhelmed. "S' good. S-so good..." he babbled. It was too much, too fast, but he didn't want to stop. He loved the stretch of his rim, and craved the heavy pressure on his inner walls. The sloppy feeling of his glands overworking themselves to slather Trunk's cock in slick was nirvana. Before he knew it, he let out the loudest moan he had all afternoon. "Alpha!" He cried, legs shaking as he entered a state of orgasmic shock. 

 

Trunks grunted when his thighs became coated in Goten's discharge. There was so much of it, he honestly should've grabbed a towel. "Shit," he moaned, "shit, shit, you're gonna make me cum Omega." In a hurry he pulled out and ripped the condom off his cock— knot practically ready to burst. 

 

Trunks wasted no time throwing a leg on either side of Goten's head. He wasn't completely sure if the younger Sayian knew what was happening when he busted his load on his pouty lips. "Fuck!" The lavender-haired teen snarled, milking his knot in his fist. 

 

Goten sluggishly opened his mouth, trying to catch what he could. He stared up at Trunks, admiring his face in post-orgasmic bliss. Once the ropes of cum had ceased, he strained his neck to lick the tip of his dick. He sighed, loving the sweet taste of seed.

 

Trunks was floating when he finished. His movements were sluggish, almost as sluggish as Goten's. Positioning himself over the Omega's stomach, he bent to kiss his semen coated lips. He grimaced at the taste of his own cum, but couldn't resist kissing his boyfriend's puffy rims. "I love you, Goten," he whispered into his mouth.

 

Goten lazily smiled. "Mm, love you too," he happily purred. He nuzzled the prince's scent gland, enjoying the warm feeling of ecstasy.

 

"We should shower," Trunks suddenly blurted, giving him an Eskimo kiss, "you have to be home soon and still need to study."

 

Goten nodded lethargically. "Carry me," he batted his eyelashes, "please?"

 

Worked like a charm. Every time.

Chapter 5: Chapter IV: Red Sweatshirt

Summary:

Goten has a heart-to-heart with Trunks.

Goten slung his backpack over his shoulders. He lifted up the bedroom window and looked out into the atmosphere. The sun had began to set, streaks of red and yellow adorning the sky. He huffed, turning to Trunks. "I wish I could stay a bit longer." He pouted. "I can always use instant transmission to get home?"

 

Shaking his head, Trunks joined him at the windowsill. "We both know you'll end up staying too long. I don't want to get you yelled at." He wrapped his arms around the younger Sayian's waist. "Be safe. Don't fly into any birds." He joked, trying to get Goten to laugh. Yet, Goten wasn't laughing. He wasn't even smiling. The raven-haired teen gazed out the window, something on his mind. His scent was bitter, not exactly sour, but distinct enough for Trunks to know his boyfriend was upset. "Babe?"

 

Goten continued to gaze into the abyss.

 

"Goten," Trunks pressed, gently turning his head, "what is it? Talk to me." He stared into his brown eyes, noticing the tears sitting on his waterline.

 

Goten tried to blink away the tears, yet one escaped and reached the bottom of his chin. "I don't want to keep our relationship a secret anymore, Trunks." He confessed lowly.

 

Trunks' stomach constricted. He released Goten's waist, turning to stare out the window. His lips were tight, forming a thin line.

 

Goten watched as the older Sayian shut down, engrossed by his fears. He splayed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "We can do it together, if that would be easier for you."

 

Scoffing, Trunks brushed his hand away. "Yeah, like that would go over well. Father would probably disown me, and Chi-Chi would have the breakdown of all breakdowns." He rolled his eyes. "Because two boys being together is worse than Cell in their eyes."

 

Goten fiddled with his fingers, another nervous habit of his. "Yeah..." he bit his lip, pondering, "well, what if we only told my dad and your mom? Just to see how it goes?"

 

Crossing his arms, the forgotten prince looked to the marble floor. "I guess that could work," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I just don't know, Goten. I can't- I don't—" he groaned in frustration, beginning to tug at his hair.

 

Like the angel he was, Goten lovingly grasped Trunks' hands. He gave them a reassuring squeeze, before pecking his lips. "It's alright, babe. Take your time." He smiled encouragingly, and watched his boyfriend slowly pull himself together.

 

Trunks inhaled, exhaling slowly to mutter, "What if mom doesn't accept me?" His voice shook. "I could find ways to cope with father hating me, b-but... I don't think I could handle it if she resented me."

 

Goten's heart broke for the lavender-haired teen. No, they weren't physically bonded, but he could still feel the pain and discomfort Trunks was experiencing— true soulmates.

 

"I'm scared, Goten." He rested his forehead on the shorter boy's shoulder. "I can't lose her love." He finished, sadly. Rarely, very rarely did Trunks ask for physical comfort. Not that he really asked for it, he would just nonchalantly lean against Goten when he needed care. Given he was an Alpha, he preferred to be the one who gave the physical touches. Yet, every now and then, the curtain fell and a scared, confused boy was revealed to be standing behind it. 

 

"I understand, Trunks. I do." Goten soothed. "Mom would like me to be in a traditional relationship too, but as of right now, I can't give her that." He ran his tender fingers through the purple mane. "We can't keep sneaking around like this. I can't keep sneaking around like this."

 

Trunks groaned. He slightly moved his head to nuzzle Goten's scent gland. The smell of nectar never failed to calm his nerves. "I hear you," he responded. He closed his eyes, exhaling longly. "Okay, I'll tell her when she gets home."

 

Feeling victorious, and a bit anxious, Goten smiled. "And I'll tell dad." He planted a long kiss to Trunks' hair— which smelled like blueberries from their shower together. "I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

 

"Parking lot." Trunks added, raising his head. "7:45. And don't skip out on me again."

 

Purring as a sign of submission, Goten nodded. "I won't, you have my word. I love you."

 

"Love you more. Fly safe."

 

With one last kiss, Goten jumped from Trunks' window. A mere second passed before he was levitating in the air. Trunks smirked as he soared through the sky, performing loops. He waved goodbye to the younger Sayian, then closing the aperture.

 

Alone at last, Trunks allowed his shoulders to droop. He walked towards the door, however was caught by surprise when he tripped. "What the—" he murmured, turning back to see what got in his way. A red sweatshirt, with the word Forever embroidered in the center, was what made him stumble. He grinned and bent to pick it up. Figures Goten forgot something, he always left something at Trunks' house— even when they were children.

 

Bunching the fabric up, Trunks pressed it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, only exhaling when a vortex of memories bombarded him. Goten's nectar-beachy scent drenched the cotton, however, buried deep within the soft material were trails of dirt, soggy air, and blood. Their first kiss. It was as clear as day, and the lavender-haired Sayian could envision the moments leading up to their intertwinement perfectly.

 

Trunks groaned out in pain. He coughed up an abundance of blood, wheezing as his lungs nearly collapsed. He could barely breathe as it felt like a ton of a thousand pound bricks were weighing on his chest. Blinking, he achingly tried to make out his surroundings; Boulders, mountains, dust and dirt, it seemed. His vision was barely there, blurry from the fight. 

 

From what he could feel, he was beaten within an inch of his life. His arms and legs were mangled, as he was too weak to stand. He yelped when he tried to move, realizing the pain would be too much to bear. His thoughts were so scrambled, he couldn't even recall who he was fighting. Yet, he clearly could make out the smell of a distraught Omega. 

 

Goten was bawling on his chest, clutching what was left of his shirt. His black hair was gold, standing tall in it's Super Sayian form. "Please! Please, Trunks! Please be okay!" He weeped, begged, sobbed.

 

The rancid smell of Goten's distress was enough to kill a meadow of flowers, especially since it was amplified due to his golden form. "T-Ten," Trunks coughed, "I'm h-here. I'm alright." Naturally, he released sedating pheromones, hoping to calm the manic teen.

 

Sniffling, Goten's eyes widened when he heard the mesmerizing tone of the Alpha's voice. "T-Trunks?" He stuttered, immediately powering down. Without thinking, he threw his arms around the wounded teen's neck. "Oh- oh my Gods! You're alive," he sobbed, "I th-thought I'd lost you!"

 

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "Of course I'm alive," he cocked his head, "you seriously didn't think—"

 

"I-I love you, Trunks!" He continued to weep. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you weren't here." The moment of catharsis influenced Goten's impulsive decision to smush his lips against Trunks' bloodied ones.

 

A spark...

 

...one Trunks hadn't felt in an incredibly long time...

 

...melted their souls from the kiss alone...

 

...and solidified the ignored affections that had always been present.

 

Reacting with his usual pride and apprehension, Trunks playfully shoved Goten in the chest. "Shut up dummy, I'm not dead." Albeit, he couldn't stop the apparent, rosy blush that grew on his cheeks. "And I know." He glanced away. "I love you too, Goten."

 

Still crying, Goten messily wiped his nose on the back of his arm. Instinctively needing to take care of the bruised Alpha, he pulled his sweatshirt over his head. 

 

"Don't," Trunks informed, "I'm fine."

 

"I know, but I want you to wear it." He offered the pullover to the older Sayian and batted his big brown eyes; A technique that would later make Trunks' weak in the area of dominance. "Just until we make it home?"

 

Trunks' heart flipped, jumped, somersaulted, and cartwheeled. Was this love? Or at least a symptom of it? He couldn't tell, but he couldn't say no to those innocent eyes either. He hesitantly took the red sweatshirt from the boy. He lifted it to his nose, before inhaling. It smelt just like Goten— minus the dirt and blood. He pulled it over his torso whilst chuckling. "Now how you planning on telling my father?"

 

Goten groaned, resting his forehead on Trunks' shoulder. "Just shut up and eat this Senzu, would ya?"

 

As if it were yesterday.

 

Trunks smiled. Falling in love was easy, having sex was easier, but finding something that planted a spark of life in his soul again was scarce... and Goten did exactly that.

 

Trunks caressed the red sweatshirt once more and then threw it on the bed, to hold later. Sure, nesting was typically meant for Omegas, but he couldn't resist keeping a few select items of his boyfriend's scattered across the room. 

 

Opening his bedroom door, Trunks was met with cold blue eyes. "What are you going to tell mom?" Bulla instantly prodded. "I heard you talking on the phone in there. Sounds like you're up to something." She stood on the tips of her toes, trying to peek around Trunks' frame.

 

Shutting the door behind him, Trunks' crossed his arms over his chest. "Why the hell are you so nosy? Has Father not taught you privacy?"

 

"Hmph." The younger sibling scoffed. "You better not be getting into trouble again, Trunks. Mom won't let you run Capsule Corp if you keep causing problems."

 

"Says the one who shoplifts all the time."

 

Bulla balled her fists. "It happened once! And that's only because Marron and Pan were—"

 

Trunks threw a hand up. "Yeah, yeah, I don't care." He pushed past her. "You feel like sparring until mom gets home?" He asked, diverting the subject.

 

"I guess." She agreed, seeming to forget about what she had eavesdropped on. "Don't go easy on me though. I've been training with daddy recently and I've definitely gotten stronger."

 

Trunks smirked. "I'll be the judge of that."

Chapter 6: Chapter V: Coming Out

Summary:

Trunks and Goten come out… sort of.

"You and Trunks?"

 

Goten rubbed the back of his neck. A bright, pink blush coated his cheeks. This was it. This was the moment of truth. The young Sayian swallowed hard. Letting out a nervous whimper, he answered with a quaint, "mhm."

 

"Are together?"

 

"Y-yes." Goten nervously stuttered. As the seconds ticked by, his nerves ran high. He had decided to approach his dad before dinner about his hush-hush relationship. However, he'd unfortunately caught him during one of his training sessions. The teen began to bite his nails as he waited for a response. 

 

Goku powerfully punched the oak tree he had been exercising on. Fragments of leaves and bark went flying in every direction. He breathed out slowly, powering down, soon turning to his son. "Like, together as in dating, huh?" He rubbed his chin and looked to the sky. "Hmph, you and Vegeta's son. Who would've thought?" He yawned and stretched his arms above his head. "Can't say I didn't see it coming, though. You two were tighter than spandex as kids."

 

Goten's mouth nearly hit the ground. Was their relationship really that transparent? If his dad, who didn't pay attention to a single thing besides growing stronger and fighting, had a hunch... who else had noticed? "S-so us dating doesn't— bother you?" He asked, dumbfounded.

 

Goku blinked stupidly, tilting his head. "No, Why would it?" He stretched once more and started towards their house. "As long as you're happy, I'm cool with whatever son."

 

The omega stood frozen in his place. He couldn't believe it. Well, he could, he just didn't want to. On his flight home his mind had been riddled with fear and anxiety. It felt like he had worked himself up over nothing. With Chi-Chi it was a different story, but Goku was ignorant to many of the social and political aspects plaguing the country. Same-sex matings, religious practices, and even climate change went over his head more often than not... He should've known coming out to his dad would've been a piece of cake.

 

"Just be sure to use protection." Goku suddenly blurted. "Now come inside. I'm sure you're mom has food ready," he patted his stomach, "and boy am I starved!"

 

Goten's cheeks flushed a vivid color of red. He shook his head, then smiled. His smile turned into a light chuckle as he followed his beloved dad inside.

 

One down, one to go, he thought.

 

 

🐉⍟𝐙

 

 

Trunks cracked his knuckles. He watched his mother step out the Capsule Corp company car from the kitchen window. Her turquoise hair was tousled and her white lab coat was adorned in dirt stains. From afar, the teen could see the tired look on her face. He gulped, realizing this was going to be twice as hard considering she's probably drained.

 

Leaving the windowsill, he winced from the pain in his ribcage. His sparring session with Bulla in the Gravity Chamber kicked his ass to say the least. That brat had managed to take him by surprise more than he cared to admit, not to mention she fought dirty. He huffed and rolled his eyes. 

 

The familiar sound of the smart-code keypad reverberated, and a small buzzing noise alerted Trunks someone had just entered their home. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. For the sake of his relationship, he could do this. Mustering all the courage he could, he put on a brave face. "Hi, mom." He greeted as she walked through the sliding doors. 

 

Bulma jumped as if she'd been shot. "Ah!" She yelped, resting a hand over her heart. "Oh," she laughed, embarrassed, "Trunks, sweetie you scared me." 

 

"Ha ha, sorry, mom." Trunks tensely laughed, rubbing the nape of his neck.

 

The scientist only smiled. "It's alright. However, I would like to know why you're up so late?" She raised an eyebrow. "If my brain isn't completely fried from dealing with dunderheads all afternoon, I do recall it's a school night, mister."

 

The young Alpha frowned. He began to crack his knuckles again. "Yeah, I know. I, um, just wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind. You see—"

 

Bulma yawned. She shrugged off her lab coat while waiting for her son to say his piece. Yet, her swift eyes caught a glimpse of the time on her wrist watch. "Geez! Is it really a quarter till 2?" She accidentally interrupted, wiping her face. "And this is exactly why I hate working evenings. I get home just in time for the roosters to crow."

 

Trunks quickly stopped blubbering. He studied his mother's eye bags, slouched posture, and sluggish movements. Coming out with his relationship with Goten as soon as she got off work certainly was not the best idea. Internally sighing, he realized she was simply too tired to indulge in a conversation of utmost importance at the moment. "Well, I think I'm going to get some sleep. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe." He fibbed, turning to the elevator. "Goodni—"

 

Bulma grabbed the young Sayian's wrist. "Wait honey. What did you want to talk to me about?" She smiled tiredly. "I'm listening."

 

Trunks' merely shook his head. The courage he had mustered up a few minutes ago had quickly dissipated into nothing. "It's okay, mom." He reciprocated her warm smile. "I love you, goodnight."

 

Frowning again, Bulma sighed. She ran her calloused fingers through Trunks' purple hair, and placed a loving kiss to his crown. "You come to me when you're ready, alright? I'm always here." She whispered. "And I love you too."

 

Tears threatened to spill from the forgotten prince's dreary baby blues. "Okay." He replied, wondering just how much she knew. He kissed her on the cheek and then left to escape to his room. Once alone in solitary confinement, he punched the steel, elevator wall.

 

None down, the whole world to go, he thought.

Chapter 7: Chapter VI: Class Fight

Summary:

Goten is harassed.

Goten adjusted his backpack's straps as he approached Blue Hal High's parking lot. A wide, hard-to-miss smile was plastered on his face. After coming out to his dad last night, he felt as light as a feather. Only half the amount of bricks were weighing on his chest now, and he was on top of the world. 

 

Textbooks held close to his chest, he excitedly skipped towards the student car lot to find Trunks. Since things had gone over so well with Goku, surely it'd be the same story with Bulma— he was thrilled to find out. He inadvertently released happy pheromones, a light purr building in his throat. His black hair flopped in the morning breeze as he continued to grin wildly. "Mphm!" He groaned, suddenly slamming into a large bloke. He tightened his grip on his books as he stumbled backwards. 

 

"Watch where you're going, fag!" A sharp voice snickered.

 

Goten shook his head, trying to make sense of what'd happened. Usually, he'd be more aware of his surroundings, however his Ki was off due to his joy high. He looked up from his notepapers and the color drained from his face. He swallowed hard, quickly filled with apprehension. "Oh, sorry Goro. I didn't see—" he froze mid-sentence when the buff Alpha sniffed his scent gland. 

 

"Mmm, you smell nice omega," the intimidating teen muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind the Sayian's ear, "could smell your scent halfway across the parking lot. How about we have a quickie before classes start?" Grinning wickedly, he grabbed Goten's side and leaned in towards his ear. "I've never had a male omega before."

 

Goten's body went numb and his happy scent went sour. Mortified, he found he couldn't fight his body's natural instinct to submit to an Alpha— especially to an aggressive one. He involuntarily slicked himself. "I—"

 

Goro smirked as he grabbed a handful of Goten's asscheek. If it were any other Alpha, they'd be wise enough to not grope an omega out in the open, but being the principal's son he couldn't care less. "C'mon, I know a good spot where—" the teen was abruptly sent flying back about thirteen feet. "Fuck!" He growled, loudly, holding his bleeding nose. 

 

Trunks' hands were curled into a death fist, specks of blood coating it; The lavender-haired teen punched Goro with enough energy to dent a car door. Growling louder, he grabbed him by the shirt collar. "You touch him again, I'll kill you." He warned, pheromones and voice spewing dominance.

 

Goro sneered. "He came on to me Mr. CEO," he lied, "as if I'd ever be interested in a queer freak like him."

 

A snarl rippled through Trunks' vocal cords. He raised his fist before threatening, "say that again. I fucking dare you."

 

Glossy eyed, Goten could do nothing but stand and watch like an idiot. It was a violation to his psyche to be sniffed and fondled like a ragdoll. Unfortunately, this was not the first time something like this had occurred. Omega's were harassed and assaulted on a daily basis by greedy Alpha's who couldn't control themselves. Public school was no different.

 

Students who'd happened to be in the parking lot quickly crowded around the three teens. Some were cheering Trunks on, while others were rooting for Goro. Goten's heart rate spiked when he saw a flash of Trunks' canines. He'd seen the older boy fight many times before, and even though he wasn't in Super Sayian form, he could still pack a punch at his lowest.

 

Trunks' would end up killing this kid, Goten could see it from the glare in his eyes.

 

Snapping out of emotional shock, Goten laid a reassuring hand on the prince's shoulder. "Trunks, don't. I'm fine."

 

Trunks' head whipped towards his boyfriend. His tan skin was bull-red, and steam was practically boiling from his ears. "Omega mine." He rumbled.

 

Goten's eyes widened from the feral gaze Trunks communicated. "I know, just walk me to my first period, okay?" He batted his eyelashes pleadingly.

 

Exhaling through his nose, Trunks momentarily closed his eyes. He pushed Goro back by his shirt collar. He then tucked his fists into his sweatpant's pockets, and silently walked away from the murmuring crowd of students. 

 

Goten followed beside him while trying to calm his nerves. His scent still smelt of distress but he couldn't get it to fan out. He inhaled and exhaled as gently as he could, yet Trunks' erratic behavior wasn't too calming. 

 

"You should've let me beat his ass." Trunks remarked, wincing as the morning sun hit his eyes.

 

The younger Sayian didn't miss the way he flinched, also noticing his deep eye bags. "That was the principal's son, T! You can't fight him, you know that." He frowned when the young Alpha only scoffed.

 

Licking his canines, Trunks shamelessly wished they were coated in the blood of that bastard. "I don't give a damn," he slurred, "he was fondling you. He touched something that was mine."

 

Goten's brows furrowed at Trunks' failing to de-escalate the situation. Normally, the elder was much more levelheaded than this. He stared intently into his boyfriend's foggy blue eyes. "You're fucking hungover, aren't you?"

 

Trunks glanced away, biting the inside of his cheek. "No," he answered apprehensively. 

 

"Yes, you are. I can tell, Trunks." Goten stopped at the school entrance. "You promised me you'd try to quit." His voice cracked, obviously hurt by Trunks' actions.

 

"Yeah, well I can't," the elder harshly confessed, "I have a lot on my shoulders, alright? I'm supposed to take over Capsule Corp in less than two months! Throw in having to come out—"

 

"Did you?"

 

Trunks instantly went silent. He glanced away again, knowing if he continued to look the omega in the eyes he'd breakdown. "She seemed tired. I didn't want to bother her."

 

Goten shook his head, agitated. His hormones were raging, emotions irrational. He felt betrayed and dazed at this point. "So what we have is a joke to you then." He hastily accused.

 

"What? Of course not!" Trunks responded. "If our relationship was a joke to me, I wouldn't have risked getting expelled for you five minutes ago!"

 

"No, no it is a joke to you," Goten angrily pressed, "if you took us seriously then you would've told Bulma, and you definitely wouldn't have gotten drunk!"

 

"If I come out everything would change, Goten!" Trunks yelled. "Why can't you understand that?"

 

The younger scoffed. A tear ran down his cheek. "Then maybe we shouldn't be together anymore. You don't deserve to be disowned, but I can't take keeping this a secret anymore." He wiped his nose. "We're probably better off as friends anyways."

 

Trunks heart fell through the ground. "No, baby, I promise we can make it work. I just need a bit more time," he intertwined their hands, "please?"

 

Goten sniffled, moving his hand away. "Take all the time you want, but I can't anymore. Two years is long enough." 

The elder Sayian blinked, stunned beyond measure. He jeered, backing up. "Whatever." He coldly wiped his eyes. Turning away, he traveled towards his motorcycle, parked across the lot. 

 

Goten turned his back as well. He wiped his snotty nose while trudging into the school building. His heart had been ripped from his chest, and he sobbed as the sound of Trunks' bike faded into the distance.

Chapter 8: Chapter VII: Break Stuff

Summary:

Trunks’ downward spiral.

 

"Its just one of those days

Where you don't want to wake up

Everything is fucked

Everybody sucks"

Trunks stared at his galaxy themed ceiling. If he could've, he would've smiled. Years ago, he'd begged his mother to install a holographic ceiling that resembled space. It was a simple reminder of how beautiful life was outside of Earth. 

 

"You don't really know why

But you want to justify

Rippin' someone's head off"

 

Every possible emotion ranging from anger to pity was coursing through his veins. However, above it all he felt numb. He had yet to shed anymore tears, and frankly did not want to. He had come to the conclusion that numbness was better than feeling.

 

"No human contact

And if you interact

Your life is on contract

Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker

It's just one of those days"

 

He placed a bottle of Snake Venom to his lips, chugging the last few drops sloshing around. He grimaced at the fiery taste. He never understood why his mother liked this alcoholic concoction so much, it quite literally made him gag. Yet, he took what he could get his hands on without getting caught. 

 

"It's all about the he-says, 

she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, 

let the shit slip

Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip"

 

How many days had it been since the breakup? Eight... twelve maybe? He couldn't remember. He couldn't recall the last time he attended school either, but it's not like he cared. He had no reason to be there now.

 

"It's all about the he-says, 

she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, 

talking that shit"

 

Did he hate being home though. At least at school he could more or less escape his upcoming reign of Capsule Corp. He told his mother he'd be finishing the rest of his highschool education online, which meant Bulma jumped at the chance of having more time to prepare her son for CEO. 

 

"Its just one of those days

Feeling like a freight train

First one to complain

Leaves with a bloodstain"

 

Trunks groaned sickly. He cupped his forehead, trying to soothe the brutal headache. He binge drank all night, and the night before that, and the night before that. There was practically no self-control, he drank as he pleased. 

 

"Damn right I'm a maniac

You better watch your back

Cause I'm fucking up your program"

 

Really, he should be studying. His private tutor would be over tomorrow morning to help prepare him for a test. Oh well, nothing a senzu bean can't fix. 

 

"You just lucked up

Next in line to get fucked up

Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker

It's just one of those days"

 

The teen noticed his bedroom doorknob moving. It jiggled relentlessly, unable to turn because of the lock. "Go- erp, away, Bulla!" He yelled, turning his music up louder. Being his annoying little sister, she probably replied with a snarky remark. But, he didn't care.

 

"It's all about the he-says, 

she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, 

let the shit slip

Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip"

 

He just couldn't begin to comprehend why Goten would break it off so suddenly, like ripping a bandaid. Yes, he had a drinking problem, but the omega was blowing it way out of proportion.

 

"It's all about the he-says, 

she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, 

talking that shit

Punk, so come and get it"

 

Maybe Goten was seeing someone else? That could explain why he ended it without cause. What if... what if he had come on to Goro?

 

"I feel like shit

My suggestion, is to keep your distance

Cause right now I'm dangerous"

 

Trunks shook his head, pushing the demented idea away. Buried under his intoxicated thinking, he knew Goten wasn't like that. In all honesty, he probably broke it off because he was tired of his crap. Whatever, it's not like he cared.

 

"We've all felt like shit

And been treated like shit

All those motherfuckers

That want to step up

I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw"

 

Alcohol was the lost prince's saving grace, he couldn't give it up. If Goten couldn't accept that, then that was his problem.

 

"I'll skin your ass raw

And if my day keeps going this way, 

I just might

Break something tonight"

 

What's more twisted is Goten getting upset because he wasn't ready to show his true colors. In Trunks' eyes, it was selfish to ask him to come out. A good partner would understand his situation. 

 

"Give me something to break

Just give me something to break

How bout yer fucking face

I hope you know, I pack a chainsaw

What!"

 

His music died down at the ding of his phone. As the tune started back up, Trunks opened his messages. His eyes focused and unfocused terribly while he skimmed over the text. Apparently, there was a party happening at an old friend's house.

 

"A chainsaw

What!

A motherfucking chainsaw

What!

So come and get it"

 

He replied to Mai with an 'ok'. He wasted no time throwing on a pair of shoes, and snuck out his window. No boyfriend? No problem. 

 

"It's all about the he-says, 

she-says bullshit

I think you better quit, 

talking that shit

Punk, so come and get it"

 

Chapter 9: Chapter VIII: Brotherly Love

Summary:

Gohan comforts Goten.

"I've been holding my breath

I've been counting to ten

Over something you said

I've been holding back tears

While you're throwing back beers

I'm alone in bed"

 

Goten wiped his runny nose on his hoodie sleeve. He pulled his stuffed elephant closer as endless tears streamed down his cheeks. Pain. All he felt was pain and sadness, causing the rancid scent of distress to infiltrate his entire room.

 

"You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same"

 

The young omega never left his bedroom nowadays— with the exception of dinner and dodging bullies at school. (He was picked on relentlessly since the showdown between Goro and Trunks.) A rotation of constantly crying and sleeping became a quick habit. He didn't have the energy to even shower anymore... what was the point? It would take away his stench, but not the longing he felt in his heart.

 

"So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay"

 

It'd been ten days since his heart was ripped from his chest. 10 days, 240 hours, and 14,400 minutes. The breakup was the only thing he could think about as he still had trouble processing Trunks', "whatever." Whatever? That couldn't truly be the way he felt about ending their two year relationship.

 

"Feels like a lifetime

Just trying to get by while we're dying inside

I've done a lot of things wrong

Loving you being one

But I can't move on"

 

Yearning for reprieve, Goten zoned in on Trunks' ki. He focused until he felt a jolt of rigid, faint energy. More tears welled in his puffy eyes after realizing the older Sayian wasn't at his healthiest; His ki would be stronger if he were.

 

"You know I, I'm afraid of change

Guess that's why we stay the same"

 

In hindsight, the black-haired teen realized it was self-centered to ask Trunks' to come out given his circumstance. But the idea of keeping their intertwinement a secret for much longer would've drove him insane. He deserves to be happy with the boy he loves, right? And in all fairness, he wouldn't have broken things off if Trunks had at least tried to stop drinking. 

 

"So tell me to leave

I'll pack my bags, get on the road

Find someone that loves you

Better than I do, darling, I know

'Cause you remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay

If you want me to leave

Then tell me to leave and baby I'll go"

 

Running a single finger over his wrist, devilish thoughts of cutting himself with something sharp crossed his mind. He dug his thumb into his wrist, before sighing defeatedly. The urge to harm himself was there, but then again what was the point? It wouldn't fix the broken pieces of his heart, and he was honestly too depressed to find a blade.

 

"You remind me every day

I'm not enough, but I still stay"

 

No knife could hurt him the way his soul hurt when he realized Trunks' and him weren't on the same page. And despite his suggestion of remaining friends, the omega didn't see a working platonic relationship in the future. 

 

Once the song ended, Goten turned on his phone to find another sad tune. Conveniently, a series of gentle knocks came from his door. Sniffling, he croaked out a, "w-who is it?"

 

"It's Gohan. Can I come in?"

 

Goten's eyes widened at the sound of his brother's voice. Gohan rarely dropped by for visits, considering he had a wife and a daughter to tend to. Though, their mother forced him to come over and have family dinner every now and then. "Yeah, you can come in," he answered lamely, removing his earbuds. 

 

Right when Gohan opened his little brother's door, the putrid smell of distressed omega hit him like a truck. His eyes immediately watered, the scent also burning his nostrils. He opted to shield his nose with his hand. "Good Gods 'Ten!" he muttered from behind his palm.

 

Goten whimpered, pulling his elephant closer to his chest. "Do I really smell that bad?"

 

Through his thick-framed glasses, the fully grown Alpha could make out the anguish lingering behind his sibling's eyes. He mentally cursed himself, knowing that was no way to react. He uncovered his nose and closed the door behind him. "No, I was just playing around, you're fine."

 

Goten frowned upon his answer, but didn't press any further. He sniffled and wiped the remaining tears clinging to his waterline.

 

"I see you've learned how to properly nest," the scholar mentioned, observing the pile of blankets and stuffed animals surrounding the omega, "I bet mom is proud."

 

Goten shrugged. He pulled at his elephant's fur pitifully. "More or less. She still hasn't accepted I was born an omega..." He shifted uncomfortably in his bed, squirmy underneath his brother's gaze. "So, why'd you decide to come by?"

 

Gohan laughed nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. "Aha, you know, just wanted to see how everyone is doing."

 

"Lemme guess, mom tore you a new one over not getting to see her precious grandbaby enough?"

 

Gohan laughed again. "Yep, that's pretty much it. Pan and Videl are in the living room with her as we speak." 

Goten giggled and smiled for the first time in ten days. Scooting over in his nest, he patted a yellow blanket laying beside him. "Do you wanna join me?" He asked, a hint of carefulness lingering.

 

Gohan blinked, taken aback. Omega's were known to become hostile when nesting, and he definitely did not want a Sayian omega snapping at him. "Are you sure? I know Videl can be a bit aggressive when we nest together."

 

Goten's response was instant. "Please," his big brown eyes began to water, "I-I wanna be comforted."

 

Gohan could see it, hell, he could smell how distraught his younger brother was. Cautiously, he carefully stepped towards the bed in the dim room. As he got closer, the sour scent worsened. He tried his best not to react.

 

As soon as Gohan was situated in his nest, Goten's arms snaked around his waist. On cue, he sobbed into his shoulder, unable to control his emotions.

 

"Aww, don't cry," the scholar rubbed circles into the teen's back, "what's wrong, buddy? Talk to me." Instinctively, he released calming, brotherly pheromones, hoping to soothe Goten's nerves.

 

Hiccuping wildly, Goten melted into his sibling's warm touch. Desperately, so desperately, did he want to spill everything crushing his heart. He just didn't know if he could trust Gohan to keep this information to himself. Plus, it would feel silly moping to him over something that was no longer. "It doesn't matter anymore." He mumbled sadly.

 

"Of course it matters, Goten. If it bothers you enough to hole yourself up in here, then it most definitely matters."

 

Goten studied his brother's serious complexion. After a moment or two, he glanced down at his hands. He didn't know what to say, or how to say it, so he chose to say nothing. It wouldn't make a difference anyways. 

 

"Is it Trunks?"

 

The younger Sayian looked to Gohan with horror. He swallowed hard while his stomach casually twisted into loops. "You... know?" He asked, dumbfounded. "But how—"

 

Gohan merely smiled. "I pay attention more than you think. Certainly more than mom and dad." He winked.

 

Goten's head spun a bit. He whimpered, and retreated into his elephant's fur. "How long have you known?" He questioned quietly.

 

"Only a few months. I caught his hand on your thigh at the dinner Bulma hosted and began to suspect." He chuckled lightly. "It seems he may have inherited Vegeta's possessive gene."

 

The teenager would have loved to laugh alongside his sibling, but could only respond with a harsh sob. Tears steadily spewed from his eyes, causing a snotty nose to materialize. "I- I miss him s-so much!" He weeped sadly. "H-He's all I think a-a-about!"

 

Gohan, stunned by his sudden outburst, blinked dismayed. "Oh, so did you two break up then?"

 

Goten nodded, wiping his nose on his hoodie sleeve. Collecting himself, he exhaled slowly. "I broke it off because I felt like I was asking too much of him." He sniffled. "W-We could stay friends, but I don't think I want to be just friends with him."

 

The scholar remained silent in understanding. He returned to rubbing circles of comfort on the boy's back. "Have you considered talking things out? You'd be amazed by how words can solve an issue."

 

Goten shook his head. "I don't know if words can fix this. Trunks' situation is very complicated." He sighed. "Besides, I haven't seen him at school lately, and I doubt he'll answer the phone for me."

 

"Try calling him," Gohan suggested, "if he picks up then it's meant to be. If he doesn't... well, take it with a grain of salt. He's a stubborn Alpha, just like his father." Leaning forward, he engulfed his baby brother in a blanket hug. He hummed when Goten reciprocated the gesture. "And for future reference, I'll never judge you, 'Ten. You like who you like."

 

Goten's bottom lip wobbled. In his case it was you love who you love, because he did love Trunks. Attached at the hip since they were one and two years old, sharing the same body when they transformed into GoTenks, it'd be hard for him not to love the lavender menace.

 

If only their love was compatible.

 

The omega suddenly became aware of Gohan sniffing the air. He grimaced, but tried his best not to make a face. "I think you're heat might be coming up, bud. You're starting to smell hormonal."

 

Goten blushed. To a non-related person, the smell of his upcoming heat would be enticing. To family members, however, the smell was off-putting. "Yeah, I know. I have it marked on my calendar." He replied shyly. "And thank you for the talk," he said, pulling out of their embrace, "love you, Great Saiyaman."

 

Gohan snorted, ruffling his brother's wild hair. "Love you too." He then made his way out of the comfortable nest. "Freshen up a bit before you come out to visit, alright?"

 

"Hey! You said I didn't smell!" Goten pouted, while the scholar chuckled nervously.

Chapter 10: Chapter IX: Trunks

Summary:

Trunks reflects on his actions.

Trunks dodged an energy blast by using instant transmission. He reappeared on the other side of the gravity chamber. Heaving roughly, he wittily performed a back-flip to dodge another blast. However, a blow aimed below swept his feet out from underneath him.

 

The Sayian prince groaned as his back hit the floor. Huffing, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Cease training mode." He demanded of the AI system. Soon, the automated technology whirred down, and the red filter of the room faded to a peaceful white.

 

Trunks stared at the ceiling while he focused on his breathing. It was one of those rare days where he was sober, which unfortunately, gave him time to think. He had no idea how many days it'd been since the breakup, and he wasn't about to start counting. All he knew was every night when he lay in bed alone, he missed Goten's sweet scent. 

 

Days passed and the omega's beachy smell had started to fade from his pillows. Trunks also missed hearing his voice on the phone, the sound of his innocent laugh. He missed watching him blush, and the lopsided smile that came with it. He missed kissing him, and hugging him, and loving him, and...

 

He groaned, wiping a hand over his face. He hated being sober for exactly this reason. His brain could run a five-hundred mile marathon in an hour. The amount of times he'd thought about calling or texting Goten was ungodly. Yet, he never did. He broke it off, so why would he want to speak to him?

 

Trying to blow off steam and the hurt that encircled his heart, Trunks had decided to take a trip to the Gravity Chamber. It worked for his father when he argued with Bulma, so it could for him too, right? Wrong. Incredibly wrong. His thoughts were still loud, and his heart was still in pieces.

 

Partying and intoxication was his absolution. Undoubtedly, he'd overdone it on the partying. He snuck out every other night to attend house parties, clubs, and even a couple frats. It was so tempting, so easy, to drown his sorrows, and he gave in every time. He wasn't obtuse, he knew the constant jubilees were a mistake. He'd figured that out as soon as his lips had touched Mai's...

 

Exhaling from his nose, the teen closed his eyes. Guilt ran through every bone in his body. Really, he hadn't intended on kissing Mai, they were just good friends. Alas, he was off his rocker and the tight dress she'd worn to the party caught his eye. One thing led to another and smooch! He couldn't stop thinking about it. Not because he liked it, but because of how much he didn't like it. How wrong it felt.

 

The lost prince had never questioned his sexuality, he always had an attraction to boys. Goten partly helped him realize it, but his older brother Gohan was the true culprit. The scholar's smarts and buff figure made him weak in the knees when he was younger. Not so much anymore, but still.

 

As far as attraction to girls went, Trunks never paid it much attention. He thought girls were pretty and was fine with platonic relationships. But after that kiss with Mai, he wasn't sure he'd want a romantic relationship with one either. 

Frustrated, he slapped his forehead repeatedly. He didn't know. All he knew was Mai wasn't Goten. There were no sparks or butterflies when their lips collided.

 

Sitting up, he lightly jumped when he saw his intimidating father at the chamber door. "Fa-Father," he stuttered, "you're home early. I thought you were still training with Whis?"

 

Vegeta chose not to respond. He only stared into his son's wide blue eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Shouldn't you be attending that educational institution your mother is always rambling on about?" He asked, instead of responding.

 

"I'm not answering your question until you answer mine." Trunks retorted.

 

Vegeta scoffed. He walked past his son, towards the Gravity Chamber's programmer. "You only have this set to 14?" The Alpha shook his head. "How pathetic." He then slung the towel from around his neck over the railing, and upcharged the system.

 

"So sorry I'm not training to your liking." Trunks' angrily said underneath his breath. He crossed his arms over his knees and rested his chin on his forearms. His life was a living hell, leave it to his father to make it worse. 

 

"You're depressed." Vegeta blurted. "You always get angry when you're depressed."

 

Trunks' face turned red. "No I'm not."

 

Vegeta kept his back turned to finish programming the chamber. It wasn't in his nature to be the nurturer, he mainly left that to his wife. But even a blind man could see his son was dealing with rampant emotions. "Whis and Beerus were called to the Grand Zeni for a meeting. No reason for me to sit around and grow fat while waiting." He answered.

 

Trunks turned his head to look at his father. His back was facing him, but he could tell he was willing to listen. "I've decided I'm going to earn my diploma at home," He turned his head back and mumbled, "school is lame anyways." 

 

"Is Kakarot's brat not going anymore then?"

 

Trunks heart rate sped up. What did he know about him and Goten? Swallowing nervously, he said, "He still is. I just find it hard to focus in a classroom."

 

Vegeta finished the last of his upcharges. Keeping quiet, he finally turned to look at his son. "Turn around and face me." He eventually instructed.

 

The teen hesitated at first, but found the balls to reposition himself. He looked to his eerie father with wide, anxious eyes.

 

"The longer you hold it in, the worse it gets." Vegeta vaguely told. "Now leave, I would like some time to train."

 

Trunks' mouth parted. Out of all the harsh things he was expecting his father to lay on him, that was certainly not one of them. Stunned, he stood from the floor and waded out the chamber. He jumped as the door automatically slammed shut.

 

What the hell did he mean? And what did he know? Trunks rubbed his eyes, trying to make sense of his father's brief proverb. He wasn't holding anything in, at least not anymore. A slight headache came on and he decided he was done thinking for the day. Time to get plastered.

 

As the lavender-haired boy rounded the corner, he accidentally bumped into his mother. 

 

"Trunks! There you are. I've been searching everywhere for you." Bulma exclaimed. Her nose twitched as she leaned forward to smell him. She gagged. "You, sir, need a shower. It smells like you've rolled around in onions!"

 

Trunks rolled his eyes. "I've been in the Gravity Chamber, mom. Of course I'm gonna smell."

 

The scientist hummed. "Makes sense." She slicked back his sweaty hair, quickly regretting it. "I have a question for you, and answer honestly, alright?"

 

Trunks' heart rate, once again, sped up. He wasn't sure how much more he could take while sober. He nodded in agreement.

 

"Have you been stealing from my liquor cabinet again?" She tilted her head. "I've noticed a couple bottles of my Snake Venom missing. You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

 

Busted. Busted beyond busted, Trunks thought. He could deny it. Deny, deny, deny. Alas, his mother was too smart for that. He looked at his shoes and nodded in shame. His entire body tensed, waiting for the parental explosion heading his way. 

 

"I think we need to get you back into therapy." The omega said calmly. "You're starting to spiral, dear. And I want your head on straight when you become CEO."

 

Immediately, rage consumed the teen. That's all his mother cared about anymore. Him becoming CEO. He was definite if he broke his leg, the first thing out of his mother's mouth would be 'let's get you healed quickly so you can attend your upcoming CEO conference'. He was tired of having to prepare for the transition of power and he was tired of hearing about it. "Mom I don't—"

 

"I'll go ahead and make a call to Dr. Stern." Bulma pulled out her phone. "He seemed to like having you as a client last time and I just know—"

 

Trunks balled his hands. "Gods, shut up! No mom, I don't need therapy! I need Go—" his lips tightened. He could see the shocked expression on his mother's face, and felt horrible for lashing out. "I'm going to my room." He gritted, storming past her.

 

Once he was in his room, he locked the door. He paced to and fro, breathing unsteadily. He needed to stop thinking. He hated this. Knowing there was another party at a local university tonight, he wasted no time throwing on a shirt and climbing out his window.

Notes:

Bare with me, exciting things are coming!

Chapter 11: Chapter X: Goten

Summary:

Goten endures his heat.

He wanted Trunks...

 

Goten really wanted the young Alpha...

 

Chi-Chi held a straw to his mouth. She could tell by the small cracks forming on his lips that he was parched. "You need to stay hydrated, honey." She pleaded. "Take a small sip."

 

The sickly omega whined. He glanced at the water his mom was offering him before swatting at it. "Don't want it!" He bellyached, pulling his knees into his chest. He moaned out in pain, the cramps becoming unbearable.

 

Chi-Chi pressed the back of her hand to her son's forehead. She gasped. "You're burning up, Goten!" She rested the cold bottle of water on his inflamed cheek. "I know you're hurting, but you need to try your knotting toy."

 

Goten groaned unhappily. He didn't want the toy, he wanted Trunks. "No momma," he weeped, blinking up at her, "don't want it."

 

Chi-Chi moved the bottle of water to his sweaty forehead. "But your toy could help relieve the cramps." She watched as her youngest offspring's face twisted in discomfort. How she wished she could make it better.

 

The omega pushed out his bottom lip. He buried his face in his hands, accidentally knocking the bottle of water away. His heat had started four days ago and was now full-blown. He'd only experienced two cycles in his life, and they were both dry cycles. Or in other words, his body was preparing for reproduction but was not quite ready. In his dry heat, he desired cuddles and food— which Chi-Chi easily provided for him. It lasted exactly three days, and the only symptom the omega had to push through was drowsiness. 

 

This heat, however, was sensual. Aggressively sensual. Goten was put on immediate domestic leave for school as the cramps became too much for him to even walk, and because his sweet scent would undoubtedly be distracting to students. His body was extremely fertile and ready to mate, hence the puddle of seductive slick he was lying in. All he craved was an Alpha to breed him, preferably Trunks. He whimpered as a gush of slick inadvertently made him wet, causing his sweet, nectary scent to coat his nest of blankets.  

 

Chi-Chi stroked the young Sayian's cheek with her thumb. "I'm sorry, baby boy. I would ask Valese to come over and help, but I just know she wouldn't be safe with you."

 

Goten sniffled, opting not to respond. It amazed him that his mom still thought he was "with" Valese. She never came over anymore, and the last time they'd even spoken was months ago. Besides, if he wanted any Alpha to come over, it would be Trunks. But if Chi-Chi wouldn't let Valese help, she'd have a cow before allowing Trunks anywhere near him. Not that she didn't like Trunks, he was a good kid. Yet, it was common knowledge that male Alphas were more forceful than female Alphas with an omega who's in heat.

 

Chi-Chi wouldn't dare let any Alpha, besides family, within an inch of her baby omega. Petting his hair, she kissed his sweaty forehead. "Do you want me to get you a snack? There's leftover lasagna." She asked.

 

Goten shook his head. "Not hungry." A sharp, fierce pain punctured his stomach. He shivered, curling further in on himself. "Hurts s' bad." He muttered.

 

Continuing to pet his hair, Chi-Chi sighed. An overwhelming part of her wished Goten presented as an Alpha. Life would be so much easier for him. She doesn't love him any less, but definitely hates everything he'll have to experience. "Use your toy," she advised, "I know it's awkward but it will relieve the pain long enough for you to rest."

 

Goten's eyes widened as she stood from his nest. He quickly grabbed her wrist, puppy eyes on display. "W-Where are you going?" He questioned as his bottom lip wobbled.

 

"To start dinner. You don't feel like eating now, but maybe you will when I have it done." She smiled lovingly and bent to nuzzle her son. "I'll check on you periodically, alright? Yell if you need me."

 

Goten melted into her embrace. He nodded in response as more tears raced down his cheeks. Through blurry eyes he watched his mom quietly leave, shutting the door behind her. 

 

Wiping his nose, he glanced at the knotting toy that lay on his nightstand. The dildo was white with a sturdy, inflatable knot at the bottom. He found it difficult wanting to use the toy, because he didn't want anything inside him except for Trunks— it would feel as fake as a three dollar bill. In the back of his mind, he knew it was purely his hormones causing him to think this way; A recent breakup and a brutal heat did not mix well.

 

In all honesty, he was shocked his mom gave him a knotting toy. Chi-Chi was fairly modest, so it was almost out of character for her to allow him something relating to masturbation. Either his real mom had been abducted by aliens, or she deeply felt for her son who was writhing in pain.

 

Sitting up, Goten leaned against the headboard. He tucked his elephant under his chin as he weighed his decision. No, the dildo wasn't Trunks, but it could perhaps ease the cramps in his abdomen. Aside from that, he shouldn't be thinking about the older Sayian anyhow. Twenty-Three days since the breakup, and he could safely believe they weren't getting back together.

 

Reluctantly, he reached for the toy. His slick hole clenched as he propped the bases of his feet on the bed. He shimmied out of his fleece pants and briefs, proceeding to tediously spread his knees apart.

 

He wiggled slightly while trying to line the dildo up with his wet entrance. His anus was coated in so much slick that the tip slipped and slid. When he finally had the rubber breaching his entrance, he winced. The material was cold, far from warm. But he had to admit, the stretch somewhat relieved the shooting pains he'd been dealing with going on five days. 

 

Clutching his stuffed elephant, he pushed the knotting toy forward and slowly pulled it back. He moaned. He spread his legs further apart, and repeated the motion; pushed it in deeper, and pulled it back. The amorous omega allowed his eyes to drift, biting his lip in the process. The squelching sound of his slick filled his ears and it only made him wiggle onto the dildo even more.

 

He moaned as his cocklet chubbed up slightly. His hips bucked upwards, but ultimately pushed down on the toy that was so wonderfully filling him. Moving his wrist faster, his moans loudened. "Please..." he mindlessly mumbled to himself, "please."

 

The base of the dildo rested comfortably in his hole as he pulled and pushed rigidly. He bit the ear of his elephant as he forced the fake-inflated knot thoroughly into his sex. His forehead shriveled, and his mouth dropped as the most satisfying orgasm he'd had in a while overwhelmed him. "T-Trunks!" He shouted as his body convulsed, slick spouting from his entrance like a faucet.

 

Heaving heavily, his body gradually relaxed itself. The cramps temporarily eased up and the hot-flashes he'd been experiencing dissipated. It wasn't until after his muscles felt like jelly when he realized no matter how hard he tried to not think of the older Sayian, he'd always be in the back of his mind.

 

He was his soulmate.

Notes:

Sorry for the late update!

Chapter 12: Chapter XI: All His Fault

Summary:

Trunks is drunk, but gets an unexpected surprise.

Blood.

 

Blood ran everywhere. From his fingertips to his toes, Trunks was surrounded by a lake of blood. It was impossible not to inhale the metallic scent. Fortuitously, he exhaled. Whilst the horrid smell ran through his head, he tragically realized he recognized the blood.

 

Trunks shivered as he looked from his fingertips to the cold body lying in front of him. His vision blurred when he saw the black mane of hair. "Go—" he choked on his words, afraid to say it. 

 

He wobbled as he stood from kneeling. The metallic scent loudened every step he took. Standing over the body, his heart jumped into his throat. He covered his mouth with his bloody palm. It couldn't be. 

 

It couldn't be.

 

He dropped to his knees again. "Gods, no. Please! No!" He cried. The older Sayian cupped the omega's cheek. His thumb smeared blood across Goten's pale skin.

 

It couldn't be.

 

It shouldn't be.

 

Goten. His beloved omega. Trunks twisted his fingers into the younger's shirt. He buried his head into his chest, absolutely sobbing when he didn't hear a heartbeat. "Ahhhh! Please! Please! Please! Please!" He thundered. "You can't! This isn't fair! Gods, Goten! Please!"

 

This was his fault. He knew it was. If they hadn't broken up, if he had just shot him a text, none of Trunks' worst fears would be coming to fruition.

 

If he had been there to protect him, like an Alpha should, Goten would still be here. He'd  be laughing and his heart would still be beating. 

 

He was his soulmate.

 

His soulmate who was no longer alive. And it was all his fault.

 

Trunks awoke to ice cold water pouring over his face. He gasped and shook his head like a dog. "What the hell?" He slurred. A rumble of group laughter reverberated obnoxiously. It took a moment for the teen to adjust to his surroundings, soon noticing he was sprawled out on the floor. 

 

"Hey man, you're cool and everything, but I can't have you passing out here." A familiar voice said.

 

Trunks wiped away the water subsiding on his face. He glared at the figure towering above him. "I didn't pash out Yasu," he safeguarded, "I was, urp, jush tired and—"

 

"Fell asleep in the middle of the living room?" The fraternity leader rhetorically asked. He offered Trunks a hand. "I don't care if you pass out—it's a party, everyone does. Just don't do it in everyone's walkway, ight?"

 

The young Prince rolled his eyes. "Yeah, wha- urp, whatever." He took Yasu's hand, trembling when he stood. The fraternity leader spun like a carousel when Trunks tried to focus on him. He groaned and shook his head, which only caused the room to float like a boat. He'd undoubtedly downed too many shots.

 

He stumbled past the crowd of college-goers. His vision lagged as he looked in multiple directions for another drink. He clumsily grabbed at wall corners to keep himself steady, however tripped over his own feet— unable to control the trajectory of his hands. The speed at which he moved went from a sloth's to a cheetah's. With every stumble backwards, he then raced forward, determined to get his fingers on another shot. "My shoul- hic, soulmate..."

 

Trunks had realized it a long time ago. He was no longer the boy he used to be. Not without Goten in his life. He was a madman in sheep's skin. No amount of sleep, therapy, or alcohol could fill the void in his heart. "My... my forever..."

 

Upon the mumbling and stumbling, the drunk Alpha eventually found his way to the punch bowl. He knocked over a couple red solo cups as he grabbed one to dip into the sloshy blue liquid. He tilted his head back, allowing the lukewarm beverage to slide down his throat. He grimaced at the sour taste, then dipped the cup in again.

 

He could barely remember when he’d started binge drinking, much less when he’d last returned home. After caught stealing liquor, and being lectured on how he needed therapy, he hadn't been back. The teen had crashed with a few frat boys whom he'd partied with. It could be two days or two weeks since Trunks' had seen his beloved mother's face.

 

Swaying like a branch in the breeze, he went in for another scoop of intoxicating punch. However, a glimpse of his reflection in the bowl made his skin crawl. Purple hair uncombed, bags under his eyes, cheeks hollow... who was he anymore? The Prince of all Sayian's, or just the Prince of Darkness? The latter, it seemed.

 

Chugging down the rest of his drink, he threw the red solo cup on the floor. He wiped his mouth and smacked the punch bowl upright, spilling the blue slosh. A series of remarks and curse words quickly filled the room, almost overpowering the noisy music blaring in his ears. Alas, it's all your fault, blared louder.

 

The turmoil Trunks dealt with daily was like a heavy blanket. It covered every inch of him and became increasingly harder to throw off. Physically he wanted to die, mentally he fought to survive. He could bear almost anything; Freiza, Broly, the body conquering Babidi. Yet, something as silly as a heartbreak was enough for him to consider ending it all. The ravenous love for Goten was insidious, and it would one day be his demise.

 

A repetitive buzzing yanked the Alpha from his trainwreck of thoughts. He sluggishly tried to figure out where the annoying sound was coming from. After retrieving his phone from his short's pocket, he unlocked the device only to go cross-eyed when reading the caller I.D. Unable to make out what it read, he carelessly pressed the phone to his ear. "Hel— urp, h-hello?"

 

"Hey, Trunks. Are you, um, busy?"

Notes:

Stick with me! Next chapter is a good one, literally so excited to write it and get it published! :)

Chapter 13: Chapter XII: Insane

Summary:

Goten makes a choice.

Goten trudged into second period. Head hung low, he watched his black Hey Dudes swipe across the dirty tiles. Back to another day of absolute hell, he thought. He laid the World History textbooks he was toting on his desk, then quietly sat. He yanked the hood of his hoodie over his spiky hair and buried his face in his arms.

 

The omega tensed as a small cramp wafted over his lower abdomen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Two days after his heat peaked, he was, unfortunately, cleared to return to school. Light contractions were common following a rough heat, but most omegas could cope with the aftershocks. 

 

Nonetheless, Goten felt horrible. His throat was like the desert, he continued to produce tiny amounts of unnecessary slick, and still felt a strong desire to be bred. Of course, he could control those symptoms now, but he would rather be at home while battling aftershocks. He wanted his knotting toy, and would like to sleep some more, but most importantly he wanted his mom holding him close.

 

Casual chitter-chatter his peers engaged in promptly became white noise. Usually, he'd engage with his classmates and gossip about talk of the city. However, Goro practically made him a social pariah after their parking lot brawl. The principal's son had been spreading nasty rumors about Goten's "inability" to say 'no', and how the "slutty fag" would do anything under the sun for a bit of cash— which was far from the truth. 

 

When Goten first heard of the rumors, he flat out ignored them. If he gave Goro any attention, then matters would only get worse. Yet, with the bully's popularity status, his lies spread like wildfire from student to student. Within three days of the convoluted fib's assembly, Goten had experienced enough humiliation to last him a lifetime. He was spat at, tripped, shoved into gym lockers, and embarrassingly had to scrub 'Goten Son ♡'s Felching' from his desk in English. It was mayhem and evil personified.

 

Luckily, he'd managed to avoid Goro so far. Using his ki, the raven-haired teen specifically scanned for his energy anytime he rounded a corner. If it came down to it, Goten knew he could easily beat him to a pulp. But he didn't want that. He didn't want a bully to win by seeing that side of him.

 

Abruptly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. "I can sense you standing behind me, Mai." The half-Sayian disclosed, keeping his head buried in his folded arms. A light giggle filled his ears, which ultimately caused him to smile modestly.

 

"I'll get you one day." The normal adolescent declared, taking her regular seat beside Goten. "All you Sayians are so cocky. It'll definitely be your downfall."

 

Goten raised his head to turn to his friend. Mai ran in the same circle with Trunks and him back in their pre-teen days. Her oval, jet black eyes always gleamed with mischief. She had the same enormous smile she wore since childhood, and never failed to raise one eyebrow when something struck her fancy. "Isn't that my beanie I've been missing since last year?" He questioned, noticing the green hat placed on her head. 

 

Mai grinned as she unpacked her textbooks. "Well you never exactly asked for it back." She pushed her bangs to the side while she straightened her posture. "Besides, I think it looks better on me. Fits my face well."

 

"If you think so."

 

Mai snickered as she opened a journal. The omega quickly wrote the date while asking, "Did your heat go okay? Any complications?"

 

Goten shrugged, tugging at his hoodie's sleeves. "Went okay, I suppose." He rested his cheek on his fist, exhaling heavily. "Still feeling some cramps and—"

 

"What the hell, Goten?" 

 

Goten jumped when two hands slammed on his desk. He looked into a pair of fiery brown eyes, and was shocked to see who had approached him. "Valese." He mumbled.

 

"So you can sleep with every Alpha on the football team, but you wouldn't even kiss me?" She accused, a hint of hurt lingering in her tone.

 

Goten's blood went cold. "W-What? I didn't sleep with—"

 

"You could've just told me you didn't like me instead of leading me on," Valese barked, afterwards shoving his textbooks to the floor, "harlot." She spat, turning on her heel to sit amongst the other cheerleaders. 

 

Goten's jaw was on the floor. Was that the new rumor, that he laid with members of the football team? His stomach twisted, adding more pain to his cramps. He didn't even like football, much less the meathead jocks who played the sport. The absurdity of these wildfire rumors... did everyone believe everything that passed through their ears? He sniffled tearfully.

 

"Don't let her get to you, Goten." Mai encouraged. "She's a spoiled, rich Alpha who's throwing a tantrum because she didn't get what she wanted. Probably for the first time."

 

The young Sayian wiped his nose. He nodded silently. What hurt the most wasn't the tantrum or the stupid rumor, what hurt the most was Valese was genuinely a nice girl. She had never spoken to Goten in a hateful way, until now. Until Goro made his social life a living hell. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been such an outcast.

 

He dried his eyes with his sleeve. While calming himself, he picked up on the wicked snickers behind him. Opting to ignore the laughter, he leaned down to retrieve his textbooks. As soon as he sat up, he was nailed in the back of the head by a crumpled piece of paper.

 

"Psstt! Back here, freak!" A conniving teen whispered.

 

In one ear, Goten had Mai telling him to ignore them. In the other, he could hear the noisy jokes his peers were making. Ultimately, he twisted around to look at the group of boys. "Can you guys just leave me alone?" He snapped.

 

Two of the boys laughed, while the other smiled condescendingly. "Why would we do that, doll face?" The grinning boy replied. Intimidatingly, he leaned forward on his desk. "Why don't you come back here and give us a little," he made a sucking gesture with his fist and mouth, "think it's time that slutty mouth is put to good use."

 

Goten's cheeks flushed red. He whipped around, facing forward. Anger flooded his conscience, causing his hands to curl into fists. He couldn't begin to comprehend how life had gotten this bad. Becoming public enemy number one was probably the worst feeling, more or less topping a break up. 

 

Another piece of paper nailed him in the nape of the neck, and that was it. The young Sayian threw his textbooks into his bag, then slinging the backpack over his shoulder. He stood and quickly walked out of class without saying anything else to Mai. 

 

He kept his head low as he scampered through the empty hallways. Tears swelled in his eyes, and he couldn't stop them from rolling down his face. Just as he ran into the boys bathroom, the late bell rang. His waterfalls of sadness were immeasurable when he collapsed inside a stall. He locked it and threw his bag against the hard-plastic wall. He sat on the toilet seat, weeping into his hands.

 

None of this was fair. His entire Senior class believed he was a sellout who would do anything to get off. When in reality, the only person he'd ever touched intimately was Trunks. Alas, he knew defending himself would only make it worse— as if anyone would believe him anyways. School simply was not worth being tortured every five seconds. He hated to admit it, but if Trunks were here... none of this would be happening.

 

Taking a deep breath, he stood from the toilet seat. He wiped his eyes and made the executive decision to call it quits. He grabbed his bag from the floor, and quietly opened the stall door. He made a beeline for the bathroom exit, only to be jerked back by his hood.

 

"You know, that little bodyguard of yours made me look like a pussy." A threatening voice growled into his ear. 

 

Goten's heart raced. His body went to autopilot while he twisted and turned in Goro's grip. He easily broke free, but was then forced against the wall by a hand crushing his throat. He gasped and accidentally slicked himself from fear.

 

Goro chuckled wickedly. He leaned forward and longly inhaled the frightened omega's scent. He groaned. "And you still smell so fuckin' good," he licked over his scent gland, "I could just eat you up."

 

Goten shrieked as Goro tightened his grip on his neck. He nearly dissociated when the bully's large hand snuck into his pants. Unable to control his ki any longer, the Sayian roared. He gritted his teeth as his black hair transitioned to gold. "Get off me, you bastard!" He yelled. He knocked Goro's hand from his neck, and regrettably gut punched the large bloke.

 

Goro looked as if he had saw a ghost when he flew against one of the stalls. He fell to his hands and knees, trying to recover the breath that had been knocked from him.

 

Startled by his own actions, the teen immediately powered down. He couldn't believe he did that. Goro deserved it, but he had never lost control so horribly. Panicking, he pressed his index and middle finger to his forehead. He closed his eyes, and used instant transmission to take himself home.

 

Chi-Chi yelped when her son appeared in front of her. She dropped the towels she had just folded, pressing a hand to her heart. "Good Lords, Goten! Don't do that!" She fanned herself. "Goku already does it enough."

 

Goten physically had to focus to stop shaking. He exhaled unsteadily while glancing around to see what room he landed in. "Sorry mom. I would've done it to dad if I could've picked up on his energy."

 

"Just give me a warning next time." Chi-Chi joked. 

 

Goten nodded, bending down to pick up the disorganized towels.

 

Chi-Chi watched as her youngest son cleaned up the mess he made. She raised an eyebrow, realizing something. "Aren't you supposed to be in school, young man?"

 

"T-They let us out early." Goten hastily lied, standing up with the towels in his arms. He handed the cloths over to his mom before darting away. "I'll be in my room. Love you."

 

"Ah-Ah-Ah, come back here."

 

Goten stopped in his tracks. He huffed nervously, unable to deny his mom. He turned around, facing her. 

 

"Your grades have been slipping lately, and I don't appreciate it one bit," the motherly omega said.

 

"I know mom," Goten argued, "but it's not exactly easy—"

 

Chi-Chi held up a hand. "Let me finish. However, I understand your extracurricular activities are time consuming on weekdays, so I think you should start having study sessions with Trunks on the weekends."

 

The teen's body stiffened. There was no way in hell that would be happening. He fully understood he'd never be able to meet his mom's high expectations, which frustrated him all the more. "Trunks is too busy to tutor me." He lied underneath his breath.

 

"At least call and ask if he'd be up for it," Chi-Chi continued to push, "he's your best friend. I'm sure he would make time for you."

 

Goten said nothing else. He simply nodded and turned towards his room. It weighed heavy on his heart that he couldn't come clean to his mother about everything. Trunks, the bullying, how he truly doesn't think an education is the right path. Alas, by telling his truth he would break her heart, and he couldn't commit such a heinous act.

 

Closing his bedroom door, he finally took a breath. He buried his face in his hands as he slid down the frame, still shocked by what happened at school. Understanding he was everyone's punching bag would cause him to spiral, which is why he wouldn't dare think about almost getting sexually assaulted. 

 

He yearned for someone to confide in. For someone to hold him and say it would be alright. Keeping the heavy, emotional turmoil he faced in the past twenty-seven days to himself was driving him insane. 

 

"Try calling him," Gohan suggested, "if he picks up then it's meant to be. If he doesn't... well, take it with a grain of salt."

 

Goten tugged at his hair when the advice from his brother came to mind. It was incredibly laughable. As if the Alpha would pick up, much less hear him out. Trunks was Vegeta's son, but he could hold a mean grudge, just like Bulma.

 

Sighing, he pulled his phone out of his sweatpants' pocket. Through teary eyes, he searched for Trunks' contact. Just for tutoring, Goten told himself. He bit his lip, thumb hovering over the dial button. He would be digging himself a hole if Trunks' answered, but at least his mother would let up about his grades. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't, the omega mustered courage to press dial.

 

It rang once...

 

It rang twice...

 

It rang a fourth time...

 

By the fifth ring, Goten was ready to hang up. Yet, a rough, inebriated voice finally answered. "Hel— urp, h-hello?"

 

Goten's pulse went haywire. Trunks actually answered. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying not to vomit. "Hey, Trunks. Are you, um, busy?"

Notes:

Next chapter is going to be fun!! Stay tuned!

Chapter 14: Chapter XIII: Selfish

Summary:

Bonds are mended.

Goten's rapid heartbeat pounded in his chest. He wanted to barf, and fought to not drop the phone. He listened to Trunks' shallow breathing, impatiently waiting for a response.

 

"B-Busy? Hmm, I don't uh..." Trunks belched into the speaker, "don't think, erp, so. Why?"

 

Goten's brows furrowed. He took a few seconds to zero in on Trunks' ki and became even more nauseated when he sensed weakness. He wasn't sure what to anticipate— perhaps a sober phone call. Alas, he'd truly be a fool to expect nothing less. "Well my mom isn't too happy with my grades at the moment, so she wants you to start tutoring me." He anxiously bit his lip when he heard the Alpha drunkly snicker.

 

"Pfbbtttt," Trunks hee-hawed, "shure I'll tutor ya! Jush, gimme your address, hic, and number ma'am!"

 

Goten blinked briskly. His grip on the phone trembled. "Do- Do you even know who you're on the phone with?"

 

Trunks guffawed. His laugh was incredibly unrecognizable while under the influence, scaring Goten all the more. "'Course I do! You're— hey!" The intoxicated teen suddenly yelled.

 

Goten sat up straight. His heart skipped a beat while listening to the commotion. He made out gruff, deep voices and the shuffling of feet. He shakily breathed out. 

 

"I didn't do shit! Urp, the bowl was like that after I got h’re!" Trunks bellowed.

 

Goten figured out the prince was arguing with two Alphas, who undoubtedly sounded older. Where is he? He thought, tearing the skin from his lip. The deafening music blaring in the background mysteriously died down, but a round of chants resounded. The omega's eyes bulged when he understood people were chanting Fight! Fight! Fight! like a mantra.

 

"Wash it pal!" Trunks growled. "I can, erp- I'll take both you at once!"

 

Goten froze when he felt Trunks' ki rising. 

 

He was powering up.

 

With his judgment very poor, he was in no state to be picking fights. Or to be taking anyone on, for that matter. He had enough strength in one blow to take out an army, if he really wanted to. A drunken mind was a danger to itself and it's environment, and Trunks was no stranger. "Trunks! Stop it!" Goten said into the phone, panicking. "You're not thinking straight. Calm down before you do something you'll regret."

 

Trunks distantly cackled with pure insanity. "Hell no, I can take 'em! Jush wash an—"

 

The phone hit the ground with force. The call ended. Immediately, Goten redialed Trunks' number, but the Sayian didn't answer. He inhaled, but was met with short breaths. He started pacing the room like a caged animal. 

 

Trunks was plastered, and about to do something senseless; He had to stop him from causing a scene. Without further thought, Goten pressed two fingers to his forehead. He focused on Trunks' energy, which had spiked madly, and disappeared from his room.

 

He reappeared outside a three-story building. Toilet paper was strewn across the railings, egg yolks had been launched at the bricks, and he was pretty sure he saw a couch outside. 

 

He worriedly dashed inside when he heard the obnoxious chanting. He crushed multiple red solo cups under his feet as he pushed through the crowd of... college students? He shook his head. Figured Trunks would be at a fraternity. He practically was a college student, and partying definitely was not new to him.

 

Goten stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed an ample of lavender hair. Panic set in. The omega gasped. Trunks had one of the Alpha's in a chokehold, and the other smushed against the floor with his foot. "Had 'nough, yet?" He boasted.

 

Goten's feet moved before he could reconsider. He zig-zagged between the wild crowd, only coming to a halt when icy, baby blues met his gaze. At that moment, the world had been yanked out from underneath him.

 

Trunks' pupils shrunk. He inadvertently loosened his grip on the party-goer's neck. "What- what're you, hic, doin' here?"

 

Goten stepped closer. Hyper-aware of the stares they were getting, he chose to speak softly. "Trunks," he said, voice catching in his throat, "stop it right now." He rested a hand on the arm Trunks was choking the notably large Alpha with. "Calm down and I'll take you home, okay?"

 

Trunks stared blankly at the younger Sayian. He took a breath, and released his footing. Lowering his ki, he threw the party-goer to the ground. "I can't go home." He slurred quietly.

 

Goten looked from the two Alpha's, who were desperately catching their breath, to Trunks sorrowful gaze. He wanted to ask what he meant, but it wasn't the place or time. "Okay, okay just come with me. We'll go to my house."

 

Trunks jerkily nodded. He clumsily followed Goten through the murmuring bystanders. The room was still spinning like a carousel, which caused him to trip over his own feet a couple times. He could barely see what was right in front of him, yet he could clearly recognize Goten's scent— a scent he'd missed so dearly.

 

Once they were outside, away from the party, Goten wrapped an arm around the Alpha's waist. "Hold on to me." He instructed, pressing his pointer and middle finger to his forehead.

 

Awkwardly, the older Sayian did as told. He closed his eyes and felt his body fuzz out. When he opened them again, he was in Goten's bedroom. He inhaled deeply, and could've fainted when the delicate smell of beachy-nectar smacked him like a freight train.

 

Goten unraveled himself from the Alpha. He whipped around to face him, sporting the angriest, disappointed look Trunks had ever seen. "How could you be so stupid?" He spat. 

 

Sitting on the bed for support, Trunks crudely shrugged. He rubbed his eyes with his fists, trying to get the room to stop dancing. "I was, erp, winning though. So it washn't that stupid."

 

The omega scoffed, infuriated. He shook his head. "Gods, I just don't understand why—" he bit his tongue. He might as well be wasting his breath— Trunks was so drunk he couldn't even sit without swaying. Lecture after lecture, plead after plead, it was clear there was no getting through to him now, or ever. "Whatever." Goten jeered, stalking over to his dresser. He rummaged through the drawers and chucked a teal sweatshirt and blue sweatpants at the teen. "Take a shower and put these on. I don't want you stinking up my room."

 

Trunks barely caught the clothes, as his coordination was non-existent. He stood, but quickly fell back down. He hunched over as the dizziness increased. He groaned, mouth hastily salivating. "I think 'm gonna vomit." He said, gripping his constricted stomach.

 

Goten started to reach for his trash can, but it was too late when Trunks decided to make a break for the window. He pushed it open, and released everything he'd consumed in the past twenty-four hours into the yard. The omega sighed. He took a seat on his bed, impatiently waiting for Trunks to stop vomiting. That's what you get for binge drinking, dummy, he meanly thought to himself. 

 

Trunks spit the last of his stomach acid into the tainted grass. He wiped his mouth, closing the window. "So-, hic, sorry." He hoarsely apologized.

 

"Just go take a shower," Goten fussed, "and brush your teeth." He kept his eyes glued to the wall when Trunks stumbled by, pointedly not looking at the forgotten prince. As soon as the door closed, he released a heavy breath. He lay down atop his comforter and shut his eyes. Like a caregiver teaching their child right from wrong, Goten knew this boy would be the death of him.

 

 

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The desirable scent of campfire wood and forest greens awoke Goten from his cat-nap. He groggily sat up and sniffed the air. For a split second, he forgot he'd brought Trunks to his house. After being picked on, nearly assaulted, and having to rescue a drunk Alpha from a frat party, he was spent. "Smell better." He sleepily snapped. He reached for a bottle of water on his nightstand. "Drink some so you don't become dehydrated."

 

Trunks, slightly sober, caught the bottle that was tossed to him. "Thanks, hic." Without another drunken reply, he popped the lid. He chugged like his life depended on it. He could hear how loud he was gulping, but didn't stop until the bottle was empty. Afterwards, he sighed and licked his lips. He threw the bottle away in Goten's mini trash can.

 

"So why can't you go home?" Goten blurted, still incredibly cross with the lavender-haired teen. "Did you get kicked out?"

 

Trunks rubbed the back of his neck. He glanced down, clearly ashamed. "I ran away, sorta. Kind of left and nev'r went back."

 

Crossing his arms, the younger boy raised an eyebrow. He studied the Alpha's questionable behavior, trying to figure out how this came to pass. "So what, you've been living under a bridge getting drunk or something?"

 

Trunks winced at Goten's tone. He could physically feel the angry energy he was radiating into the atmosphere. "No, I've been, uh, staying with, hic, a couple frat guys I know." He tediously glanced into the omega's fiery brown eyes. "Can I sit?"

 

Goten had to reel back a glare. The audacity; How dare he even ask that. He should've made him leave for asking such a dumb question. Alas, he did have a heart, and had so much to yell at the narcissistic Sayian for. "Yeah." He reluctantly answered, scooting over.

 

"Thanks," Trunks said. He wobbled while rounding the bed corner. He looked longly at the half-mortal, before slowly sliding in beside him. His skin tingled by being in close proximity to the boy he once fell for. The boy he continued to fall for.

 

Goten shivered when he felt the heat beaming from Trunks' body. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "Does your mother know you're gone?" He inquired, wanting to break the tension.

 

"Yeah, I sent h'r a text just to let her know 'm alright." He ran a floppy hand through his damp hair. "But I haven't seen h'r in a week or two now."

 

Goten nodded. "Surprised Bulma hasn't said anything to my mom about you yet." He observed Trunks' fidgety movements— partially from intoxication and partially from nerves. "Why'd you run away, Trunks?"

 

Trunks exhaled shakily. He cracked his knuckles, and closed his eyes to focus on answering properly. "'Cause, mmm, because I was stressed about life and mom kept, hic, pestering me about transitioning to CEO." He softly slurred. "Couldn't take it anymore."

 

Goten kept quiet, unsure what to say. He was shocked, however, when a single tear rolled down the prince's face. He dug his fingers into the comforter so he wouldn't irrationally hug him. Alpha hurting, his hindbrain screamed, Alpha sad. 

 

Trunks' shoulders sunk lowly, and his hands shook. He sniffled. "Sometimes I—" he choked back a sob, shaking his head. Another tear raced down his face, and it deeply hurt Goten.

 

"Sometimes what?" Goten breathed. Instantly, he regretted diving deeper into Trunks' sorrow. He felt he was walking on thin ice, and when the ice caved, he'd be in a place he knew all too well— Trunks' warm arms.

 

The elder wiped his eyes, but to no avail as more tears emerged. "Sometimes I wish I were dead." He scarily admitted. "Life would be so much, hic, easier if I w're gone."

 

Goten's eyes burned. His heart and stomach twisted into a giant ball of dread. Letting his instincts take control, he placed a hand over Trunks'. "Don't- don't say that," his lip quivered, "you have so much going for you. So much to live for."

 

"And I don't want any of it. I'd rather be a failure." He weeped. "None of it's worth it if I can't be happy."

 

The omega blinked, allowing a tear to reach the bottom of his chin. He lay his head on Trunks' shoulder. He nuzzled his bonding gland, attempting to comfort the Alpha. "Y-You don't mean th- that." He sobbed.

 

Trunks broke down. He turned his head to nuzzle Goten's haywire hair. The smell of distress filled the room, matching the sound of sniffles and cries. "It's all too much," the prince wept, "and it isn't worth— worth it if I can't have you in my life, Goten." He finally confessed. "You're my soulmate."

 

Goten's spirit ascended to heaven and hell. A can of worms had officially been opened, and he couldn't say he had the intention of closing it. He tightly wrapped his arms around the Alpha, absolutely sobbing into his neck. "You're m-my soulmate too." He whispered. "But you're so, so stupid sometimes." 

 

Trunks drunkly laughed. "I know. And, hic, I'm sor'y for not trying to get sober." He hugged the omega warmly, drowning in his loving touch. "But I know now that you're the only liquor I need."

 

Goten hiccuped, guilt swallowing him. "I'm sorry for asking you to c-come out. It wasn't fair. I was b-being selfish."

 

The Alpha drew circles into the omega's back. "It's alright. You're not the only one who's selfish," he wetly chuckled, "hic, I'm so selfish for you, f'r your love it blinds me most days."

 

Goten sniffled, wiping his nose on his hoodie sleeve. Struggling to deal with a whirlwind of emotions, he pressed his forehead to Trunks'.

 

"I surrender to you, Goten." Trunks whispered.

 

Goten weakly smiled. He gazed into Trunks' droopy eyes, searching for a lie, a fib, something he could distrust. Alas, he only found honesty in it's purest form. "I surrender to you too, Trunks," he replied, "in every way."

 

Trunks' gaze quickly met Goten's. In that moment, Trunks knew Goten was his home— those puppy eyes always working like a charm. An unexpected purr rose so rapidly, it made him dizzy again. He met the purr with a honest smile, and a strong rumble from his chest. 

 

Slowly, their heads tilted and their lips met. It began soft and experimental, as they were both trying to conclude if the kiss was welcomed. When the other didn't pull away, both hearts fluttered. Goten released a small, unwilling moan as he climbed into Trunks' lap. The Alpha's arms snuck around his waist, a delicious shiver coursing through his groin.

 

Goten fought for as long as he could, but his natural instincts were quickly consuming any logic he had left. He grinded on Trunks' lap, causing slick to stain his bottoms. "Trunks," he moaned against the elder's lips, "c-condom. Top drawer."

 

Trunks kissed the omega deeply, before forcing himself to tear away. He groaned at the fresh scent of slick. Wasting no time, he reached into the top drawer. He found a singular condom hidden under a pair of briefs. He tore it open with his teeth, mewling when Goten licked over his bonding gland.

 

"Want you, Alpha," he purred, kissing his neck, "missed you s' much." The taste of Trunks' forest scent drove him into a frenzy. After being away from it for so long, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself.

 

Trunks removed his sweatpants the best he could with Goten straddling him. He went back to kissing the needy omega, while reaching into his boxers to roll the condom over his leaking cock.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shirts flew to the floor...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remaining bottoms joined them...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trunks licked over Goten's scent gland...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goten moaned when Trunks' hard cock breached his hole. "Alpha!" He cried...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trunks kept his fingers curled into Goten's sides, guiding his rocking motions. "Fuck, so good, omega." He growled...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goten clawed at Trunks' bare chest, wanting something to steady his mind...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trunks answered his silent plea by flipping them over, hindbrain in maximum overdrive...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Goten moaned as Trunks topped him. He easily slid into home base with how wet he was,  and pounded his prostate roughly... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trunks growled possessively, playfully biting Goten's ear. "Wanna know why I chose not to graduate early?"

 

Goten mewled like a kitten, nodding vigorously.

 

"Because I have the strongest desire to protect you, omega. Even when we were kids," he groaned as his knot inflated, "I had to be there for you"...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The world seemed to shift when Goten orgasmed, squirting an ungodly amount of slick everywhere. "T-Trunks!" He gasped...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trunks thrusted his hips one last time, before experiencing a mind blowing orgasm of his own. "G-ah, fuck 'Ten!"...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A metallic taste filled his mouth...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The other's vision went white...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I love you."

Notes:

Ahhh! So excited to get this out! Please give me feedback on what you think, or what you would like to read in the following chapters!

Chapter 15: Chapter XIV: Stars

Summary:

The aftermath of a regrettable incident.

Stars.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You drew stars around my scars. Goten envisioned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fool.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know I'm such a fool for you. Goten hummed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strawberries.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Strawberries and cigarettes, always taste like you. Goten licked his lips.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It all comes down to make the sound of our love song. Goten smiled. "I love you." He mumbled.

 

"Oh no." The omega suddenly heard. He knew the panicked voice belonged to Trunks, however he could hardly focus while his head was in the clouds. "Oh no, no. I can't believe I— fuck!" The panicking grew more hysterical by the second. 

 

Sluggishly, Goten forced his eyes open. A blur of lavender hair came into view. Even though he was lightheaded, the omega recognized Trunks' face easily. Smiling drunkly, he purred. This dizzy, almost high sensation was intense. He was indescribably happy.

 

Then he felt it.

 

Goten quickly fell from cloud nine when a foreign, vicious pain rippled through his neck. He gasped. It felt like a terrible cut with alcohol directly poured on it. Amidst the agony, his vision refocused, and he clearly saw the horrified expression on Trunks' face.

 

Trunks licked his canines. Goosebumps appeared on his arms when he tasted iron. He breathed erratically as unforeseen emotions entered his evolving heart. He felt he'd been grounded, like his third eye had been opened. It was the most intense feeling he'd ever experienced. A shiver ran up his spine when he finally came to terms with what he'd impulsively done.

 

Staring at the small blob of fresh blood on Goten's neck, his tanned skin fell white. He became nauseous for the second time that day. At a sloth's pace, he reached to touch the wound. Teeth marks were drilled into the bonding gland, jagged from the heat of the moment. He quickly yanked his fingers away when Goten whimpered. "Fuck." He swore, under his breath.

 

Goten's eyes were wide. He was frozen under Trunks gaze— for his body was not just his anymore. He could physically feel Trunks' rapid heartbeat, along with his own. If he were able to focus properly, he might've realized he could make out what Trunks was thinking too. 

 

Oxygen became harder to inhale when he finally understood their bodies and souls' were forever intertwined. The omega swallowed. "Trunks? Did- did you just...?"

 

The young Alpha could only exhale out his mouth. He couldn't tear his eyes from the mark on Goten's neck. It was enormous. Much too noticeable to hide. "I claimed you." He breathed.

 

Those words made the younger's head spin. He was going to be sick, it felt. Cautiously, he searched for the throbbing sensation on his tender neck. He cringed at the teeth marks. When he positioned his fingers in front of his eyes, his stomach churned. Blood. His hand trembled. "You claimed me." He repeated in a whisper.

 

Trunks continued to stare at the wound. How dumb can I be? He thought. Never, ever in a million years did he think he'd lose control over his natural instincts, because quite frankly, he thought he could overpower the urges. "Oh my Gods," he panicked, "what am I going to do?" He jumped from the bed. He began pacing the room, seeming to forget he was completely nude.

 

Examining the blood on his fingertips, Goten desperately tried to recall what happened while they were having intercourse. He remembers crying, kissing, and staring into icy-blue eyes. Eyes that were his poison. "Mom is going to kill me," he said, glancing at Trunks, "I- I'm not mature enough to have a mate!"

 

"And I am?" Trunks exclaimed, gripping his hair like a madman. The Sayian nearly tripped over his clothes with how fast he was moving. "Father will blow a gasket if he finds out I've mated with someone before I've married! He'll probably say I'm a disgrace to the Sayian race or- or, something else degrading!"

 

"What do you mean if?" The raven-haired teen asked. "You can't not tell him. Vegeta probably senses the bond now, and my dad will at least feel it." He hid his face in his shaky hands. "We're so screwed."

 

Trunks groaned, kicking a pillow that had fell to the floor across the bedroom. He whipped towards the younger Sayian when he heard unmistakable sobs. The scent of distress expanded throughout the room. He winced at the physical pain he experienced when Goten cried. It was powerful, yet strange, to feel what he felt. To understand his thoughts. "'Ten," he soothed, sitting beside him, "don't cry. We'll figure something out. It'll be okay."

 

Goten only shook his head in his hands. "It's not g-going to be o-okay!" He weeped. "M-Mom will be so dis-disappointed in m-me!"

 

Carefully, the young Alpha pried Goten's hands from his face. His brown eyes were filled with tears and worry. "Take a breath, omega." He instructed, using his dominant voice. 

 

The younger whimpered, but instantly stopped hiccuping. He inhaled greatly through his nose, soon releasing the breath out his mouth. He continued to sniffle, while gazing into Trunks' honest eyes.

 

"Good boy. There you go." Trunks praised.

 

Goten nuzzled into the hand that came up to cup his cheek. He briefly closed his eyes. "What are we gonna do, Trunks? We're too young to be mates."

 

The elder's heart fell. "I know. I should have paid closer attention to what I was doing." He used his thumb to wipe a stray tear. "Do you not want to be my mate?"

 

The apprehension in Trunks' voice forced Goten to open his eyes. Those blue irises, which were always hard as steel, held fragility. "No. I've wanted to be your mate since junior high. But I didn't want it this soon." He admitted.

 

Trunks sighed, dropping his hand. He stared at his lap, infuriated with himself. Single-handedly, he'd managed to ruin his and Goten's future in the span of thirty minutes. "I'm sorry." He sincerely apologized, not that it could fix much. "I shouldn't have come over. I always end up hurting you."

 

More tears streamed down the younger teen's face. He took a breath. "Let's just figure out how we're going to tell our moms. They'll probably think we both have a death wish." He tried to joke.

 

Trunks ran a hand through his tangled hair. He leaned against Goten's shoulder, needing physical comfort. "I might as well start arranging my own funeral. Gone for weeks and then comes home with 'hey mom, I've mated with someone!' Just great." He rolled his eyes.

 

Goten lightly giggled. "Make that two funerals. We're in this together forever now, right?"

 

Trunks nodded, intertwining their hands. "Right." He kissed the omega's knuckles. "I'm going to be the best Alpha for you, baby. I promise."

 

Goten hummed, heart stirring with joy and fear. Crazy as it seemed, he didn't regret bringing Trunks here, and he certainly wasn't angry over being claimed. He felt at peace, knowing they would forever belong to each other— and no one else. He started to speak, but his mind drifted to the Alpha's limp cock. The massive length laid on his thigh, condom still covering it. 

 

However, upon looking closer, Goten's blood ran cold. There was a tear in the contraceptive, leaving part of Trunks' tip exposed. "Trunks?" He wearily exhaled. "Where did you knot?"

 

The room fell silent. Trunks sat upright instantly. He wanted to say he had ejaculated into the younger's mouth, as he used to do. Alas, when he saw his dick partially covered in rubber, dried slick, and his own semen, he knew that wasn't the case. "Shit."

 

"Did you pull out?" Goten inquired, once again panicking. He scanned Trunks' face for an answer, a sign that he was in the clear. But the elder's face remained horrified. "Please tell me you didn't—"

 

"Let me check you." Trunks blurted. He quickly positioned himself between the omega's thighs.

 

"What? No!" Goten exclaimed. "Just tell me, did you pull out or not?"

 

"I don't fucking know 'Ten! I can't remember!" The lavender-haired teen replied, just as worried. He drug a hand over his face. "Please just present so I can check you."

 

Waterworks exploded like July 4th. Goten let out a broken sob. This can't be happening, he thought. He covered his face with his hands again, crying harshly into his palms. Eventually, he rolled over and allowed his back to naturally curve. 

 

Trunks wished he could ease Goten's nerves. Yet, he'd be needing his own easing soon. Carefully, he spread the younger's cheeks and examined the area. Dried slick covered most of the skin, but an obvious milky substance flowed from his puckering hole. Leaning forward, he sniffed the gooey fluid. His breath caught in his throat.

 

He'd knotted him. 

 

He released Goten's ass, blinking like he'd seen a ghost. He shook his head, hoping this was a nightmare. He couldn't remember anything before or after biting the younger boy; He must've blacked out long enough for his knot to  empty.

 

Goten hiccuped into the pillow he was tightly hugging. "A-Am I—" he swallowed thickly, "did you k-knot me?"

 

Trunks' silence said enough.

Notes:

Sorry for taking so long!! I hope you enjoy this chapter! More to come👀👀

Chapter 16: Chapter XV: Together

Summary:

Denial and answers come to fruition.

A gust of wind blew into Goten's bedroom. He shivered when a newly mated Prince climbed through without asking— which was quite regular at this point in their relationship. Upon breaking and entering, Trunks chucked a brown paper bag at the younger Sayian. "Take it."

 

Goten continued to shiver, opting to wrap himself in a blanket. "No." He smacked the bag off his bed, out of sight. "Shut the window please, you're letting the cold in."

 

Trunks sighed. He closed the window, forbidding the chilly Autumn air from strolling in. "You can't keep beating around the bush, 'Ten. We need to find out." He said, soon taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

 

The omega hatefully glared. "There's nothing to find out, because I'm not pregnant. So you can return that stupid pee-stick to wherever you got it from."

 

Trunks huffed, falling back onto the mattress. He massaged his temples with his pointer finger and thumb, irritated. It'd been twelve days since the accidental bonding, and they still had no clue if the Alpha's knot took or not. Giving Goten's heat ended a few days prior to their mating, he was likely incredibly fertile. "Well we can't wait until you're late for your next heat," Trunks expressed, "you'll be a month along by then."

 

Goten balled his fists. He could feel his boyfriend's anger through their bond, which only made him angrier. "My next heat will come. Stop acting like I'm not gonna get it."

 

"Good Gods 'Ten!" The older Sayian bellowed, throwing his hands in the air. "You're heat won't be here for another 3 weeks! That's too long to wait. We need to find out now."

 

Goten's waterlines bubbled with tears. The emotional teen threw a pillow at Trunks' head. "Don't yell at me, Trunks! I'm 17. I shouldn't even be considering taking a damn pregnancy test." 

 

A pit formed in the bottom of Trunks' stomach. He sat upright, looking towards the younger Sayian. His heart ached, knowing his recklessness was the reason Goten was in this predicament. The omega was right. Eighteen and Seventeen were far too young to become caregivers. Having pups sounded ridiculous, when they were both pups themselves. 

 

"We shouldn't have been having sex," Goten mumbled, hiding his face in the blanket, "I can't be pregnant. I just can't be."

 

Trunks had no defense. Guilt had been his best friend the past week, for this was all his fault. Scooting next to the younger teen, he engulfed him in a hug. He let Goten ugly cry on his shoulder. "I'm sorry babe, you know I am." He placed a kiss to his temple, while rubbing his back. 

 

Goten rubbed his cheek against Trunks' shirt. He sobbed, for what felt like the billionth time. The only thing that consoled him anymore was physical contact, or the newly developed scent they shared; Honeysuckle and pine trees interlaced, creating a new smell of jasmine. Turning his head, he greedily nuzzled the Prince's scent gland.

 

"My sweet omega," Trunks serenaded, "I would rather you not be carrying either, but ignoring this won't be the answer. If you want, I'll sit with you while we wait for the results."

 

Goten sniffled, snaking his arms around his mate's waist. Since the womb, they had known each other. Since they could toddle, they sparred together. Since they could talk, they gossiped. From Kindergarten to their Senior year, they had survived more events than the average mortal would experience. Together. Both boys did it all, together. "But what if it's positive, Trunks?" The younger questioned in a small voice. "We're not ready for a pup. We still have to graduate, and I still have college, and—"

 

"And I'll be by your side every step of the way." The Alpha assured, leaning back to see Goten's eyes. "We might not be ready for parenthood, but I'm ready to love you for the rest of my life." Caressing the teen's uncombed hair, he tucked a stray strand behind his ear. He then kissed his wet lips, with the power of Goku's spirit-bomb.

 

Goten's eyes fluttered. He reciprocated the much appreciated kiss and threw his arms around Trunks' neck. Breaking away, he pressed their foreheads together. "If it's positive my life is ruined," he exhaled, "I'm gonna need you, Alpha."

 

Trunks frowned, disliking Goten's negative thought process. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, he said, "I'm not going anywhere, sugar." Retrieving the brown bag from the floor, he then stood with the omega in his arms.

 

Goten squeaked. He cracked a tiny smile, amazed with how easily the Prince held him. "Be quiet when you walk down the hallway. Dad is a light sleeper." He advised.

 

"Quiet as a mime," Trunks winked.

 

Anxiously-Inseparable, was the best word to describe the young couple's ever-budding relationship. New mates often spent their first few days nesting or indulging in quality time together. However, with the Sayians' living arrangements and untold truths, it was difficult to spend the necessary hours needed with each other. 

 

Goten had developed a bad case of separation anxiety, which caused him physical sickness. He'd fall asleep in his bed, only to wake up in Trunks' by unconsciously using instant transmission. Trunks was no better, as he sneakily snuck into the younger's bedroom nightly. He much rather would've moved in with Goten, only the omega wasn't having it.

 

"Are you crazy? My mom would flip the house over before letting that happen." Goten explained, like it was obvious. "Besides, you need to go home and see your mom. She's probably worried sick."

 

Six days later, and Trunks still internally wept when thinking of the first encounter with his mother in two and a half weeks. He could vividly picture her surprised expression, and could still feel her thin arms hugging him like there wouldn't be a tomorrow. A sentimental moment, that would forever be ingrained into his brain.

 

Trunks stood, staring at the metal door before him. He heard the faint breeze of a blowtorch, signaling his mother was tinkering on a new invention. A woman of many skills, and being an accomplished scientist was definitely her favorite. Just like Vegeta, she took pride in her work. The teen smirked, realizing how perfect they were for each other.

 

Lifting his trembling finger, he rang the laboratory bell— a simple, silly gesture Bulma had installed because she loathed when somebody walked in on her while she was at work. Quickly, the sound of the blowtorch faded. A pause, then light footsteps came towards the door.

 

The metal barrier slowly lifted, like a garage door. To Trunks it took an eternity, as his nerves were running high. Eventually, his breath caught in his throat. Underneath the dirt and grime, there she stood. He opened his mouth to speak, but it instantly fell dry.

 

Bulma gasped. She dropped the wrench she was holding, and pulled her son into her arms. Her white lab coat swallowed his frame, and Trunks' found he really liked it. "You're home! I'm so sorry Trunks," she cried, "I'm sorry for everything."

 

Trunks blinked, unable to move. Frankly, he was quite confused why his mother was the one apologizing— knowing he'd probably put her through hell these two weeks. "Mom it's okay. I should be the one—"

 

"No, you don't have to apologize for anything." She wiped her teary eyes, and pulled out of the embrace. "I understand I haven't been listening to you. You do not have to become CEO or attend any kind of therapy. You're not ready for a major transition in your life, and I can accept that."

 

Trunks' eyes watered. Ultimately, he felt like a hypocrite. He couldn't comprehend being the CEO of Capsule Corp because he wasn't ready for a change so massive, yet here he was mating with Goten. "Mom," he said, "I have something to tell you."

 

"Go ahead, dear."

 

Trunks couldn't bring himself to look at his beloved mother's eyes. A shameful tear fell. He took a breath in, and then exhaled with, "I like boys."

 

Silence.

 

Bulma lightly giggled a few heartbeats later. "Oh my baby, I know."

 

Trunks nearly swallowed his tongue. He mustered the courage to pull back, a shocked expression on his face. "You know?"

 

Bulma nodded. "A mother's intuition is never wrong." She hugged him tighter. "As long as you're happy, I won't bat an eye. I just want my son back." She whispered.

 

Trunks' bottom lip wobbled like a baby's. Everything he'd wanted to hear had finally passed through his ears. He buried his face in his mother's chest, promptly sobbing. "I'm here mom."

 

Despite reconnecting with his mother, the young Alpha failed to mention his new mate. In fact, no one knew of their partnership. Goten was terrified, unable to proudly show his mark without having a mental breakdown. He knew his mom would erupt into a ball of fire, and could bet money he'd become an even bigger target at school. So, the couple hid his mark with stolen makeup and thick turtlenecks. Trunks managed to attain scent blockers from his college pals, which masked their sudden jasmine smell. It pained the Alpha for his bite to be covered and for his scent to be muted, but what else could they do?

 

"Have you been applying the Aloe Vera?" Trunks softly asked, running his fingers over his claim mark. "It looks better."

 

Goten nodded, whimpering at Trunks' gentle touch. "Every morning and every night, just like you suggested."

 

The elder smiled, proud. "Such a good omega." He kissed his cheek, which caused Goten to blush. He grasped the teen's hand and held it tightly, despite his sweaty palms. "I think we should look now."

 

Goten groaned, a horrible taste rising in his throat. He closed his eyes, and hid in Trunks' neck. "You look. I can't."

 

Trunks only nodded. "Just remember, I'm not going anywhere." He squeezed his hand, and then flipped the first pregnancy test over. Then the second. Then the third. "Oh, 'Ten..." he muttered. 

 

Goten felt he was going to faint. He swore his heart stopped when he forced his eyes open. Not a single coping mechanism in the world could've prepared him for this. "Let's just hope it's a boy."

Notes:

thoughts?😊 I had a grand time writing this chapter!!

Chapter 17: Chapter XVI: Up in Flames

Summary:

Goten isn’t feeling well. Chi-Chi tries to help.

Burnt orange leaves floated to the ground. A light breeze swept said leaflets away, but not before creating a gentle loop. The crisp, Autumn air sent shivers through Goten's lungs. A soft reminder that the world had not come to an end yet, even if it felt that way. 

 

Picking up a dark brown stick, the worried boy poked at dead leaves sleeping in the grass. He prodded until he received the wonderful crunch he'd been awaiting. He then moved to the next leaf, but was disappointed when no sound ricocheted. Sighing, he threw the stick across the yard, and leaned against the oak tree he was under.

 

Glancing up, he studied the old branches, twisting and swiveling in multiple directions. Two of the branches, ironically, tangled into a magnificently shaped heart. At that, he scoffed and rolled his eyes. The universe was joking with the predicament he'd been trapped in.

 

Unfolding his legs, he reluctantly looked at his stomach. He glared. Though his abdomen was flat and toned now, it wouldn't be in a couple months— and that knowledge absolutely ate him up. A life he didn't want, a life that would ruin his life, was currently growing inside his uterus. He pulled his knees into his chest. It was so, so unfair.

 

He sniffled, drawing abstract shapes in the dirt. Albeit, he did desire a pup, but not this soon. Most days he couldn't tell his lefts from his rights, as he was always on the go. Training, extracurricular activities, and studying took every drop of energy he had. Fitting a pup into such a crammed schedule would be about as easy as gathering all seven Dragon Balls.

 

Eventually, the omega gave up on drawing shapes. He then scribbled a game of tic-tac-toe into the crusty ground. However, he quickly realized it was zero fun with just one player. He sighed, wishing Trunks were here. The Alpha would usually be here this time of day for their weekend "study session", though not much studying was accomplished with distractions such as a pup on the way. The only studying they'd managed was learning how to nest together in a way that wouldn't make Goten hostile.

 

The omega's hostility was not intentional, he actually favored cuddling with Trunks since it calmed his nerves. However, Trunks had spent the past three days glued to his side and it was becoming suffocating. After the tests flashed that dreaded positive symbol, the Alpha protested leaving Goten's side. He woke up with him, flew him to school, flew home with him, and then camped in his bedroom until the sun began setting— usually coming back at four o' clock in the morning.

 

Goten knew it was simply his overprotective nature blossoming, but he worried when his mom would check on him and Trunks would scramble to hide. Not to mention, the elder's snoring during their naps was a dead giveaway. In turn, when school was let out yesterday afternoon, Goten forced him to go home.

 

"It'll be good for you," Goten said, "and me. We practically breathe in sync at this point, and it's not healthy."

 

"But 'Ten, I'm your mate." Trunks complained. "Mates are supposed to spend ungodly amounts of time together. Especially mates who are expecting."

 

Goten's eyes widened. He quickly glanced at the students passing by with timidity. "Don't say that so loud!" He hissed. "If anyone, anyone at all, finds out about this you might as well write 'used whore' on my forehead."

 

The young Alpha shook his head, huffing. "I wish you would quit thinking that shit. No one's going to mess with you. If anyone were to say anything I—"

 

"Alright enough." The omega interrupted, too tired to continue the conversation. "Please just go home. Spend some time with your mom. I'll be fine by myself for a while."

 

Trunks bright blue eyes flashed between grief and longing. He stepped forward to hug the younger boy, but stopped when he remembered they were in public. "Okay," he agreed sadly, "but please call before you go to bed."

 

Goten smiled. He fought the urge to kiss Trunks' warm cheek. "I'll call around 9. Love you."

 

"Love you too, omega. Fly safe."

 

Goten fell out of his flashback, sucking in sharply. Gripping his stomach, he hunched over as repetitive stabbing pains tore through him. The young boy had failed to eat anything the past two days. With the sudden mating and unexpected impregnating, eating wasn't exactly on his to-do list. Besides, what he did eat usually ended up in the toilet, for his nerves were too shot to properly digest anything. He felt like the leaves that shook in the wind anymore.

 

"Goten! I need you to gather your dirty clothes so we can start laundry!"

 

Goten jumped, glancing towards the backdoor. Slightly lightheaded, he could see his mom holding a white, collapsible basket to her hip. Laundry days seemed to go on forever and were very much dreaded by him, and his father. Having to scrub any stains by hand or iron out any wrinkles was the world's worst chore. He'd rather be insulted by Vegeta. "Okay!" He replied, swallowing a groan.

 

Standing upright, the dizziness did not falter. He puffed, leaning against the oak tree for support. Looking to the sky, the opaque clouds spun like water swirling down a drain. Despite the chilly autumn air, the young Sayian could feel sweat droplets forming under his armpits.

 

Breathing the best he could, Goten stumbled towards the backdoor. As he walked, the ground seemed to be running away. He would take a step, but he only seemed to move farther away. His gut burned, causing him to dry heave— not that anything would come up. With poor judgment, he reached out for the tree he'd steadied himself with before. One second, he was struggling on his feet, the next he was on the ground.

 

"Oh my Beerus!" Chi-Chi yelled. She dropped the laundry basket and ran across the yard. "Goten, what is it? Did you trip?" She rolled her son onto his back, gasping at the whitish tint plaguing his cheeks. "Look at me baby boy," she snapped her fingers, "are you not feeling well?"

 

With crossed eyes, Goten attempted to focus on his mother. However, his vision blurred out, and his hearing faded. The creepy, eerie sensation rattling his bones set in faster, his fingertips buzzing with uncertainty.

 

"Goku! Come... don't know... get him inside... you're gonna be alright 'Ten..."

 

Chi-Chi's voice came in and out, singing a sinister tune. The boy caught a whiff of his dad's unmistakable sandalwood scent, causing a pitiful whine to fall from his lips. Reality twisted into panic and pure darkness. Uncontrolled tears raced down Goten's face, and he tried to catch a breath. Tears made their way into his mouth, which made him dry heave once more. He flinched when something damp, but warm touched his skin.

 

"You're alright baby omega." Chi-Chi soothed, using a warmed, wet rag to revive the color of his pale skin. She gently wiped his forehead, soon moving to his neck. "Just breathe."

 

If Goten wasn't so feeble, he would've transported far away from the wet cloth. He was still faintly aware of the massive secret that lay buried in his flesh. Scar. Claimed. Makeup. Trunks, his mind repeated. He squirmed as much as he could when the motherly omega began pressing the rag to his neck. "Mmm... no momma... 'm okay." He complained, though it came out hushed.

 

"Don't argue, son. We're just trying to help you." Goku's soft, yet firm voice rang. "Take a breath and focus on keeping your ki up."

 

Then, the home life he'd become accustomed to went up in flames.

 

"What- what's this bruise on your neck, Goten?" Chi-Chi worriedly asked, gazing at the rigid wound that was alarmingly close to his mating gland. "You haven't fought with anyone have you? I've told you to—"

 

"Honey, I don't think that's a bruise." Goku chimed in.

 

Chi-Chi paused. She glanced from her son, to her husband, then back to her son. Using the towelette, she began wiping at the powder that covered the deep scar. The cloth fell from her palm once she realized what the 'bruise' was. "You've..." she choked on her words.

 

Goten felt the intense stares. It made his skin crawl. Whimpering, he instinctively covered the mark with his hand. "Please don't be mad," he mumbled, eyes closed, "didn't... mean for it to happen." He then passed out, leaving his mother deeply devastated and disappointed.

Notes:

Ahhhh! I’m finally back! Please comment and share what you’d like to read going forward! 💕

Chapter 18: Chapter XVII: Tomato Soup

Summary:

Chi-Chi realizes her boy is not who she thought.

Goten stirred whilst a chilly breeze flourished over his pale skin. As he shivered, he could hear the distinct sound of an owl hooting and crickets chirping. Serenity and tranquility. He sighed happily, stretching his legs. For a moment the world was still, for the young omega felt quiet and free of disturbance. No plague contaminated his mind. At last, he was content. 

 

He yawned upon waking. Blinking sleepily, he recognized he was in the living room. The panel window was slightly cracked which allowed a cold gust of air in. Nightfall was upon him, as the silvery moon blasted his eyes. When he flipped over to avoid nature's elements, he realized he was on the couch— with a blanket thrown across him. Panicked, the omega quickly sat up, only to lay down again once a terrible headache burst through his frontal lobe.

 

"...it? I should've protected you more. I just don't know how—"

 

"Chi-Chi, honey he just woke up. Give him a second to come to."

 

Goten slowly sat up this time, but groaned because of the migraine. He wiped the crust built up by tears from the corners of his eyes. His stomach ached and growled loudly, causing his pale face to turn red. "'Don' feel good," He whined.

 

Goku, who was sitting crossed-legged on the floor, reached out to touch his son's knee. "We know you don't son," he soothed, "would you like something to eat before you take a senzu? It'll probably kick in faster on a full stomach."

 

Goten rest the back of his head on the couch, staring at the ceiling. His eyes fell shut. He fiddled with the blanket in his lap. "Mmm, tomato soup?"

 

"Sure, that sounds easy for me to make," the Alpha agreed, "just stay here and try to—"

 

"Was it Valese, Goten?" Chi-Chi impatiently interrupted. "Did that no good, spoiled Alpha force it on you, baby boy?"

 

Goten's eyes snapped open. He looked straight at his mother, who was sitting beside his father. He could see the worry, could smell the fret. She was on the edge of her knees, leaned in to hear his response. He opened his mouth to speak and... silence.

 

Chi-Chi covered her mouth, taking his silence as an answer. "Oh! Oh Gods!" She stood and ran to the phone hanging on the wall. Rotating the rotary dial, she swore under her breath. "That little bitch just wait. I'll give her a piece of my mind and a big fat lawsuit. And once we win the trial we'll use the money to have that- that heathen's mark removed from—"

 

"It wasn't Valese, mom."

 

Goku only sat still. However, Chi-Chi whipped around like Freiza out of hell. The young omega sensed his mother's blood pressure rise. "What?" She breathily asked. "What do you mean it wasn't her? You haven't been with anyone else. Don't you lie to protect her, 'Ten."

 

Goten fell silent. There was no way he could articulate he had not seen Valese in months and the mark belonged to Trunks, without having a nervous breakdown. He continued to mess with the blanket in his lap. He refused to make eye contact with either of his parents, for their judgmental stares bored into his soul. He shrunk when his father pulled his hand off his knee.

 

The silence became too much for Chi-Chi. Hanging up the phone, she took short, robotic strides toward her son. She was weary as she reached out to touch the mark. Goten flinched when bony, soft fingers infiltrated the most sacred thing on his body. His instincts told him to move away, but he swallowed down a warning growl, and forced himself to sit still. 

 

He gripped the blanket when his mother leaned forward to sniff. He held his breath, afraid to breathe. The scent of fear, spicy and mildewed, quickly materialized through his glands. A bead of sweat rolled down his face, and he anxiously looked at his father. Who still hadn't moved an inch.

 

Chi-Chi began with sharp sniffs. Invading her son's personal space, she picked up a woody scent. A forestry scent. A scent that... she took a longer whiff. It certainly was not Valese's strawberry scent, for which she was grateful. Yet, the smell was something she recognized. It was a familiar smell. Almost like the smell Bulma carried when she was pregnant with... "Trunks."

 

Goten whimpered at the name, causing the scent of fear to turn into distress. He watched his mother back away in alarm. The look she had on her face, the look of disappointment, was a look he'd never be able to forget. Tears fell. "I-I'm sorr—"

 

"You mated," the mother took a breath, "with Trunks.... why?"

 

Goten shook his head, wiping his chin of tears. "Please don't be mad, momma. Just made a mistake." 

 

Chi-Chi's face was as white as a bedsheet. Her mouth hung open, posture as stiff as a board. "So you've been seeing each other?"

 

"Chi-Chi—"

 

"Hush, Goku! I don't understand how you're not freaking out!" The lanky woman barked, glaring fire at her husband. She then looked to her son, who was visibly shaking. "I can't believe you've lied to us, Goten! We're supposed to be honest with each other in this house! And now you've gone and—" she sobbed, burying her face in her hands, "now you've gone and mated with a boy!" 

 

Goten whimpered loudly, unable to control it. He kept wiping his chin, but the tears came down faster than he could wipe.

 

"You're a minor, Goten! You're not ready for the stress that comes with being mated!" Chi-Chi was pacing now, arms flailing in the air. "I mean, do you have any idea what you've done? It's unethical to mate with someone you've hardly been with!"

 

The young Sayian swallowed. He knew he shouldn't have said it, but the words were already spewing from his lips. "We've b-been together for 2 years. You'd k-know that if you paid attention t-to me."

 

Goku winced at the comment.

 

Chi-Chi stopped in her tracks, flabbergasted. She stared at her son, who still refused to make eye contact, before leaving the room sobbing hysterically.

 

Goten listened to the departure of his mother's footsteps. He alternated between hyperventilating and whimpering. He closed his eyes to push the remaining tears out, and opened them to realize this was not a dream.

 

"Take a breath, buddy," Goku spoke, "you're energy is getting low. If you pass out again, I'll have to take you to the medical wing at Bulma's."

 

Goten shook his head, gasping for air. "B-but m-mom—"

 

"I'll talk to her. Just breathe." Goku reached out to hold his son's knee. "Do Vegeta and Bulma know? I'm guessing Vegeta might have a hunch considering I sensed the change when you boys mated."

 

Dread filled the teen's gut. If Chi-Chi's reaction was this bad, then Vegeta's would be a hundred times worse. "N-not that I kn-know of." He stuttered.

 

"Then you need to tell Trunks to tell them," the Alpha said, standing up. He scooped his frail child into his arms, and set off a fatherly rumble in his chest. "What you and Trunks' have is special, omega son, but with your mother it's gonna take some time."

 

Goten sniffled. He nuzzled into his dad's chest. The pheromones mixed in the air began to make him dizzy. He was carried out of the living room, and into his bedroom. Alas, his Sayian hearing could still make out his mom's cries, and it broke his heart. "I'm sorry dad," he apologized as he was placed at his door, "it r-really was an accident."

 

Goku smiled sympathetically. He ruffled his son's mullet. "Everything happens for a reason. I'll be back in a minute with your soup."

 

Goten's lip wobbled. He nodded.

 

He could hardly keep himself upright upon entering his room. His legs, his mind, and his soul just wanted to give out. Sliding down the door, he let out a heartbreaking wail. Snot mixed with the endless tears, creating a river of unfathomable heartbreak. The young omega inhaled deeply, breathing in salty tears and... jasmine. 

 

Goten looked up so quickly he gave himself whiplash. "Trunks!" He hissed, jumping to his feet. "You can't be here right now!"

 

Trunks winced at the rude tone. He scooted to the edge of the bed, meeting his boyfriend's fretful gaze. "You didn't call," he retaliated, "I was worried."

 

Goten shook his head. He grabbed the young Alpha's arm, forcing him to stand. "No, this is not a good time! Please, you need to leave."

 

"What? Why are you mad at me?" Trunks scoffed, pulling his arm away. "You told me you'd call. I've waited 3 hours, 'Ten! Your energy disappeared in our bond. You scared the shit out of me!"

 

Tears kept running down the omega's face. He continued to shake his head, knowing the entire situation was wrong. He desperately threw himself into Trunks' arms, hugging him like it was their last day on Earth. "I-I'm s-so broken, A-Alpha." He wept.

 

Trunks' lavender brows furrowed. He instinctively released his woodland scent to calm Goten. "Baby, it's alright. I'm not mad at you," he assumed, returning the hug, "I just thought something had happened."

 

"No, Trunks. It's not th-that," Goten cried.

 

The young Alpha placed a kiss to his forehead. "Is it the pup?" He felt the omega tense against his chest. "If it is, we need to look into starting you on those prenatal vitamins. Mom used to—"

 

The door swung open. 

 

Chi-Chi stood in the doorway. Fire replaced her brown irises, whilst the smell of angry omega wafted through the air. "So you've impregnated him too?"

 

Goten couldn't coax himself into facing his mother; He whined, burying his head in his boyfriend's chest. 

 

However, Trunks stared right at her. "Oh- he told you then?" He cluelessly asked. "We were um, trying to find a way to—"

 

"Save it." Chi-Chi exhaled angrily. "You have no idea how bad you've just screwed my son's life up. I can't believe— ugh! You are no better than your father." She boomed, closing in on the couple. "You're selfish, you take what you want, and you don't give a damn who you hurt along the way." 

 

Trunks' mouth hung open. He had no retaliation. Ran cold his blood, when Chi-Chi backed away. "Mrs. Son it's not like that. I really care—"

 

"Get out." Chi-Chi demanded. "I don't want you near him. You don't deserve him."

 

Goten felt Trunks tense, then relax, then tense again. He wouldn't dare lift his head, but he could sense it through their bond— the Alpha was fighting himself. His heart was more than likely telling him to stay, but his mind warned him to go. 

 

"I think it'd be best if you left, kiddo," Goku said, standing behind his wife. He held a warm bowl of tomato soup in his hands. "We'll talk later."

 

Trunks swallowed the lump in his throat. He squeezed his mate hard before saying, "Yes, Sir."

Chapter 19: Chapter XVIII: Seperated

Summary:

Trunks and Goten have an argument.

I can't take it

I'm going insane bby

 

Seen at 2:47 PM

 

Plz? Ur mom doesn't have 2 know

I need to see u

 

Seen at 3:00 PM

 

Can u at least txt back??

 

Seen at 3:29 PM

 

Fine

Chi-Chi can get pissed at me all she wants, but I'm coming over.

 

Seen at 3:51 PM

 

No don't please

I can't deal with anymore arguing 

 

But this is ridiculous 'Ten

Ur upset and it's not good for the pup, 

plz let me come over to make it better

 

Please just leave it be for now

I don't want to make mom  mad again

 

She can't keep us separated 4ever

We r mates.

 

Seen at 4:10 PM

 

Goten? 

 

Seen at 4:15 PM

 

U know I hate when u ignore me

Let me come over omega

 

Seen at 4:23 PM

 

I'm coming over

 

Before Goten could even type his message, Trunks appeared at the foot of his bed. The omega was shocked upon seeing his mate's appearance. Sunken eyes, cracked lips, disheveled hair, and skin that had lost it's tan was terrifying, a picture he'd never want to see again. "Trunks," the younger sighed, "please leave. You'll only make things worse."

 

Trunks visibly winced. A spark of hurt ran through the bond he shared with Goten. He tapped his fingers on the side of his leg. "No, I'm not leaving. I physically can't. I know it's only been two days, but it's been two days of fuckin' hell for me. I can't sleep, can't eat, can't even train right without you." He confidently sat beside his boyfriend. "I need you, omega."

 

Goten's bottom lip wobbled. He let out a soft sob, burying his face in his hands. Everything was wrong. He shouldn't have to tell his mate to leave, because by Beerus he wanted him to stay. He wanted to hug him and cry into the crook of his neck like a baby. It physically hurt the omega to be apart from the Alpha. Alas, the fear of angering Chi-Chi seemed to be stronger than love. "C-Can't be he-here," he hyperventilated, "M-Mom will—"

 

"I don't give a damn." Trunks interrupted. He scooped the omega up and positioned him on his lap. "Not anymore. I respect your mother but she will not keep us separated. I won't do it."

 

Goten continued to cry. He wrapped his arms around Trunks' neck and obnoxiously rubbed his cheek against the Alpha's scent gland. He whimpered as he tried to find comfort in his mate. "Feel a-anxious, Alpha." He whispered.

 

Trunks automatically released a deep rumble from his chest. "I know, I've felt it in our bond for the past 48 hours baby. Just relax, take a breath. Keep scenting me if you need to. I'm just worried all this stress will affect the pup."

 

Goten sniffled. He placed a hand on his stomach, disliking the small pooch he had grown. He inhaled Trunks' scent before saying, "I want to get r-rid of it."

 

The rumble in Trunks' chest stopped. Chills went up his spine. Pain ravaged their bond. He looked into Goten's eyes, that no longer carried the optimistic spark they use to. "Why would you say that?"

 

"'Cause it's messing everything up." Goten said, tears falling faster than raindrops. "If we get rid of it m-maybe mom will still love me, an-and I'll still be able to go to college, and you'll—"

 

"Have to live with the fact that my first pup was aborted? That something I created with the person I love more than life was taken away from me?" Trunks' face grew red. He dug his fingers into Goten's thighs. His nostrils flared. His Ki began to build, which caused his hair to flicker to gold. "Don't ever suggest that again, omega." He demanded, much harsher than he realized.

 

Goten flinched. "Trunks, y-you're hurting me."

 

Trunks glanced at his hands. He immediately jerked away, and powered down. He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't— didn't know what I was doing. Are you okay?" He asked, grimacing at the fingernail marks in Goten's upper thighs.

 

The omega nodded. He crawled into his boyfriend's arms again and lay his head on his chest. He purred, a non-verbal way of telling his mate he wasn't angry or scared. He wasn't angry because it was in an Alpha's nature to protect their offspring, and he'd basically just suggested to kill his pup. Any Alpha would grow violent over that.

 

Eventually, his purrs helped lower his boyfriend's Ki. The lavender-haired teen cleared his throat. He gently pet the back of Goten's hair. "It's your body, babe. I can't tell you what to do with it," he gritted his teeth, "but I can't say I'll support your decision. I'm sorry."

 

Goten's purring died out. He spoke timidly. "Jus feel like it's gonna ruin our lives. I feel like its this demon waiting to get out of me and destroy all the good things we have going for us."

 

"What will it destroy? Because I'll tell you one thing, it won't destroy our love. It's only going to make it stronger. I'm about a month sober now, and it's all for you guys." 

 

Goten sniffled. He smiled. "Really?"

 

"Mhm. Hit 30 days tomorrow." Trunks cupped the younger's cheek and leaned in close. "And between you and I, you're gonna be so hot bloated with my pup. You're belly'll be big and round, and you'll look so cute studying with a bump." He let out a lustful, possessive growl then kissing the brunette.

 

Goten laughed into the kiss. He playfully swatted Trunks' shoulder. "You're such a horndog. You already got me pregnant, can't you chill for a moment?"

 

Trunks wiggled his eyebrow. "I'm relentless. You know that sugar." He quickly pecked his lips. "So will you keep it?"

 

Goten's smile faded. His shoulders drooped. Abortion went against his belief system and the way he was raised. Moreover, it wouldn't feel right. As soon as he suggested it, a pit of guilt formed in his stomach. "Yeah." He rubbed over his tummy. "But I need to start treatments. And not just check-ups and prenatal vitamins, like mental stuff." His voice softened. "I've been getting suicidal thoughts again."

 

The older Sayian's heart ached. He entangled their fingers. "Have you been thinking about... hurting the pup?"

 

Goten tensed. He glanced up at his mate, and then down at his stomach. He nodded.

 

Trunks swallowed a growl. He squeezed the pregnant boy's hand not in anger, but out of love and concern. "We'll find you a therapist baby, I promise. And I'll talk to my mom about getting you on a maternity schedule."

 

Goten shook his head. "No. No therapist. I feel like I'm gonna lose my mind every time I speak with one." He shifted. "Maybe like a meditator? Like a spiritual guide?"

 

Trunks rolled the idea around in his head. "Sure. We can find you someone like that. Actually, I think 17 and Tien are into meditation and spiritual healing. So if all else fails, we could just ask them."

 

"Okay." The younger smiled. "So your parents know then? Or at least Bulma?"

 

The teen sucked in sharply. "Well, not exactly. I've been so worried about you and the pup I haven't really thought to tell them."

 

Goten groaned. "You need to say something. At least then we can—"

 

Vbbrt! Vbbrt! Vbbrt!

 

Trunks felt vibrations on his leg. He slapped his pant's pocket, feeling for his phone. "Sorry, I thought I had it off." He apologized before answering. "Hello?"

 

"Trunks Briefs! Where are you?"

 

Trunks jumped at his mother's loud, angry tone. He frantically looked at his boyfriend, swallowing hard. "Uhmm, with Bulla in the gravity chamber?"

 

"Liar!" Another high-pitched voice yelled into the phone. "I knew it! See daddy! I told you he'd screw things up!"

 

"Bulla go to your room." Bulma demanded. "Trunks, apparently we need to have a talk. I'd suggest you come home."

 

The line went silent.

Chapter 20: Chapter XX: The Tipping Point

Summary:

Trunks is in trouble.

Trunks stared at his phone, his mother’s words echoing in his head. His palms were sweaty, his heart pounding harder than any battle he’d faced. Goten shifted uneasily beside him, clearly picking up on his mate’s distress through their bond.

“Alpha?” Goten whispered, his voice trembling. He placed a hand over his stomach protectively, as though shielding the pup from the weight of what was to come. “What’s going to happen?”

Trunks exhaled shakily, running a hand through his disheveled lavender hair. “She knows. I don’t know how, but she knows.”

Goten’s eyes widened. “Your mom? How? Did Bulla...?”

Trunks shook his head. “Probably. Bulla’s got a big mouth.” His nostrils flared. “It doesn’t matter anyways. What matters is that I face her… and Father… head-on. It’s better if I handle it before they come here.”

Goten grabbed his wrist, his grip surprisingly firm. “You’re not going alone.” His voice had a sudden edge, though it was laced with fear. “We’re in this together, remember? Mates.”

The Alpha softened, his eyes meeting Goten’s. He kissed his forehead. “I know, omega. But your mom is already pissed at me for existing. I can’t let you get caught in the crossfire of mine too.”

“And you think I can just sit here, wondering if your dad blasts you through a wall?” Goten snapped. He clutched his stomach, his body trembling. “I’m coming with you, Trunks. If we’re going to fight for this love, we do it together.”

Trunks stared at him for a moment before sighing, pulling him into a protective embrace. “Alright. But you stay behind me. If my dad so much as flares his Ki, you fly. Got it?”

Goten nodded hesitantly.

                                🐉☄️✨

 

The air at Capsule Corp was stifling, weighted with unspoken words and mounting tension. Trunks hovered just above the lawn, reluctant to land. Beside him, Goten clung to his arm, his fingers trembling as they curled into Trunks’ sleeve. Their bond buzzed with unease, and the sharp tang of Goten’s distress filled the air.

“We’ll be fine,” Trunks murmured, though his voice wavered.

Goten’s lips quivered as he glanced down at his stomach, his other hand unconsciously resting over the faint bump. “I don’t know, Trunks… Maybe I shouldn’t be here.”

“You‘re here, and we’ll be fine,” Trunks said firmly, though the flicker of fear in his eyes betrayed him.

As they approached the house, the front door opened with an ominous creak. Bulma stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her expression sharp but tired. Behind her, Bulla leaned against the wall, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

“Well, well,” Bulla drawled, flicking her glossy teal hair over her shoulder. “The prodigal son returns. He even brought his mess with him.”

“Bulla,” Bulma snapped, shooting her daughter a warning glare.

“What? I’m just saying,” Bulla said, raising her hands in mock innocence. Her gaze flicked to Goten, her nose crinkling slightly. “Gods, Goten, could your scent be any more pathetic right now? It’s like… desperation and failure with a side of tears.”

Goten flinched, his hand tightening around Trunks’ arm. His scent grew thicker, the bitter tang of his anxiety filling the room like an invisible fog.

“Bulla, enough,” Bulma said sharply, her voice cutting through the air. “Trunks, inside. Now.”

Trunks swallowed hard and guided Goten through the door, the omega’s steps faltering. The door clicked shut behind them, trapping them in a space that felt smaller and heavier with each passing second.

“You’ve been hiding something,” Bulma began, pacing in front of them like a predator circling its prey. “And I wasn’t sure what it was until I got a lovely call from Chi-Chi this afternoon.” She stopped, her piercing gaze locking onto her son. “She said you’ve ruined her son’s future. That I need to be a better mother because you’ve been ‘screwing around whenever you please.’ Care to explain that?”

Trunks’ jaw tightened. “She’s exaggerating,” he said carefully, though the slight quiver in his voice gave him away.

Bulma arched an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Then why does she seem to think her son is pregnant?”

Goten’s breath hitched, and his scent of distress grew even stronger, nearly suffocating. Trunks felt the omega trembling beside him, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he stared at the floor, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Trunks,” Bulma pressed, her voice sharper now. “Don’t lie to me. Is it true?”

Before he could respond, Vegeta’s Ki flared down the hall, signaling his approach. Heavy footsteps echoed against the tiled floor until the Saiyan Prince entered the room, his presence overwhelming. His dark eyes immediately locked onto the younger Saiyans, his frown deepening with each passing second.

“What the hell is going on here?” Vegeta’s voice was low, dangerous.

Bulma turned toward him, her arms still crossed. “Your son has something to tell us,” she said curtly.

Vegeta’s gaze flicked between Trunks and Goten, his lip curling slightly. “Well? Speak.”

Trunks hesitated, his fingers brushing Goten’s. The omega looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes, but Trunks couldn’t bring himself to meet his father’s glare.

“Yes,” he finally said, his voice barely audible.

The air in the room shifted, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Bulma’s expression softened, but Vegeta’s face turned stony, his silence more menacing than any outburst.

“And let me guess,” Vegeta finally said, his voice cold and sharp. “This is who you lay with? Kakarot’s pathetic half-breed brat?”

“Father!” Trunks snapped, stepping in front of Goten.

But Vegeta wasn’t finished. “You’ve dishonored our family,” he growled. “You’re not even mated. You’ve never spent a heat or rut together, have you? And now you’re having a bastard?”

“Wow, Dad,” Bulla interjected with a sarcastic laugh. “Why don’t you tell us how you really feel?”

“Stay out of this, Bulla,” Vegeta barked, his Ki spiking.

Bulla rolled her eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. “It’s not like Trunks hasn’t been screwing up his life for years. This is just the cherry on top.”

“Bulla!” Bulma’s voice cracked like a whip.

Vegeta ignored the exchange, his attention locked on Trunks. “You’ve turned into a weak, reckless fool. And for what? Love?” He sneered. “You’re just a child playing at being an adult. And you,” he turned his glare to Goten, “you’re nothing but a knocked-up whore.”

Goten recoiled as though he’d been struck, his eyes glistening with tears.

“Enough!” Trunks’ voice roared, shaking the walls as his Super Saiyan aura flared. “Don’t talk to him like that!”

Vegeta took a menacing step forward. “I’ll talk to him however I damn well please. He’s ruined you.”

“No, you’re ruining this!” Trunks snapped back. “I made a mistake, but I love him, and I love this pup. I’m not ashamed of that!”

Vegeta’s Ki flared again, but Bulma stepped between them, her eyes blazing with frustration. “That’s enough, Vegeta!” she shouted. “You’re not helping. What’s done is done. We have to deal with it, whether you like it or not.”

Vegeta snarled, his fists clenched at his sides, but he turned and stormed out without another word.

As the door slammed shut behind him, the tension in the room remained. Goten’s breathing was shallow, his hands shaking as he clung to Trunks.

Bulma sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry,” she said gently, her voice softening. “Vegeta… you know how he is.” She sighed. “Goten, you’re welcome to stay the night.”

Goten looked up at her, his lips trembling. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Bulla snorted from the corner. “Great. Now we’re all one big happy family.”

Trunks ignored the exchange and wrapped his arm around Goten, pulling him closer. “We’ll figure it out,” he murmured, his voice steady despite the storm still raging inside him.

Chapter 21: Chapter XXI: Love in the Eye of the Storm

Summary:

Everyone tries to decompress.

The unmistakable sound of fists colliding with reinforced metal reverberated throughout the Capsule Corporation. Sparks flew from the gravity chamber as Vegeta’s relentless assault on a training dummy continued, his Super Saiyan aura flaring wildly. His punches were brutal, deliberate, and full of barely contained fury.

Bulma stood at the entrance to the chamber, her arms crossed and her eyebrows furrowed. She had been arguing with her husband for the better part of an hour, and his stubbornness was wearing thin. "Vegeta, this isn't just about you anymore. Goten can stay the night if he chooses, and that's final."

Vegeta snarled mid-punch, letting the dummy ricochet off the far wall with a metallic clang. "You've allowed that omega to stay here?" His voice was sharp, a growl underlying every word. "Why not send him back to his mother where he belongs? This house is no place for Kakarot's brat and a bastard pup."

Bulma took a deep breath, determined not to let his anger rattle her. She stepped further into the chamber, unbothered by the increased gravity pressing down on her shoulders. "You know why, Vegeta. Goten needs support right now. Trunks is his mate. They're bonded, whether you like it or not."

Vegeta turned to face her, his chest heaving and his fists still glowing faintly with ki. "Why did he have to fall in love with that one?" he demanded, voice thick with frustration. "He could have mated with a warrior Saiyan—a real partner, someone with pride, strength, and purity! Instead, he chooses Kakarot's pathetic half-breed omega."

Bulma’s eyes narrowed. "Trunks is a half-breed too, Vegeta. Or have you forgotten?"

That jab hit its mark, and Vegeta’s scowl deepened. He turned away. "It’s different. Trunks is my blood, my heir. He was supposed to be above this kind of foolishness. And now, he's throwing away his future for... this."

Bulma softened slightly, stepping closer to her husband. She placed a hand on his tense arm, her voice quieter now. "Vegeta, I know this isn't what you envisioned for him. But you can't control who he loves. And right now, he needs our support, not more condemnation."

He didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tightening as he stared at the wall. Finally, he muttered, "It's a disgrace. He hasn’t even spent a rut with that omega, and now there’s a pup in the mix. It's careless, reckless."

"And yet, it’s their reality," Bulma countered gently. "You can either stand by your son or risk losing him. The choice is yours."

Vegeta’s aura flickered as his frustration warred with his pride. "He’s weak," he said finally, his tone quieter but no less bitter.

Bulma gave him a knowing look. "You don’t believe that. Deep down, you’re more like him than you care to admit." With that, she turned and left the chamber, leaving Vegeta alone with his thoughts and his simmering anger.

 

                               🐉☄️✨

 

In Trunks’ room, the atmosphere was tense but quieter. Goten sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched and his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. The scent of his distress lingered in the air, sharp and suffocating, making Trunks’ chest ache.

"Ten," Trunks said softly, sitting beside him. "You’re not okay. I can feel it."

"I don’t know what to do," Goten admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "If I stay here, my mom’s going to flip. If I go home, she’s going to know I’ve been with you."

Trunks reached for his hand, threading their fingers together. "Stay," he said, the word almost a plea. "Please. I don’t think I can handle you leaving again. Not tonight."

Goten hesitated, his eyes welling up with tears. "I don’t want to make things worse. She’s already so disappointed in me."

"She’s disappointed in us," Trunks corrected, his voice firm. "And that’s not fair. You didn’t do this alone, Goten. We’re in this together, and I’ll take care of whatever fallout comes our way. I promise."

Before Goten could respond, his phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. He noticed the 13 missed calls notification. The name "Mom" flashed on the screen, and his heart sank.

"Answer it," Trunks urged. "I’m right here."

With trembling hands, Goten picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear. "H-Hello?"

Chi-Chi’s voice came through sharp and panicked. "Goten! Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I’m... I’m at Trunks’ place," Goten admitted, his voice breaking. "I’m staying the night."

There was a long, tense silence on the other end of the line before Chi-Chi spoke again, her tone cold. "You’re staying the night with him? Goten, you’re just making everything worse. You need to be thinking about you’re future."

Tears streamed down Goten’s face as he tried to form a response, but the words wouldn’t come.

Trunks gently took the phone from him, his voice steady but firm. "Mrs. Son, Goten is safe here. I’ll make sure he’s okay. You don’t have to worry."

"Excuse me? Don’t tell me not to worry!" Chi-Chi snapped.

"I love him," Trunks said simply, his tone unwavering. "And I’ll protect him, no matter what. Goodnight, Mrs. Son." He ended the call before she could respond, placing the phone back on the nightstand.

Goten buried his face in Trunks’ chest, sobbing quietly. "She hates me," he choked out.

"No, she doesn’t," Trunks murmured, wrapping his arms around him. "She’s just scared.” He squeezed his mate tight.

Goten’s sobs slowly subsided. Trunks pulled him closer, letting his warmth and calming scent fill the room. He rubbed soothing circles into the omega’s back, but his breath caught when Goten tilted his head and began licking at his scent gland.

It started slow, hesitant, but soon became desperate. Trunks’ scent spiked, his body reacting instinctively to the omega’s need for comfort. He felt lightheaded, heat pooling in his stomach as the sensation of Goten’s tongue against his sensitive skin became overwhelming.

"Ten..." Trunks murmured, his voice breathy.

Goten didn’t stop. He clung to Trunks, the act both soothing and arousing. His desperate need to feel close to his mate was palpable, and Trunks could feel his emotions pouring through their bond.

Finally, Trunks gently grabbed Goten’s shoulders and pulled back, his cheeks flushed and his breathing uneven. "Baby, we... we need to stop. I don’t want to take this too far, not when you’re already so stressed."

Goten’s eyes were glassy, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. "I just... I needed you," he whispered.

Trunks cupped his mate’s cheek, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "I’m here. Always. But let’s take it slow, okay? You need rest. We both do."

Goten nodded, curling back into Trunks’ embrace. For now, being held was enough.

Chapter 22: Chapter XXII: Family Feud

Summary:

the time has come, for a family gathering.

The garage was dimly lit, the low hum of Capsule Corp's security system blending with the faint scent of oil, metal, and something far sweeter—Goten. His scent was thick in the air, a warm, intoxicating presence that made Trunks' head swim.

Goten leaned over the sleek body of an Ecosse ES1 Spirit, his fingers tracing the smooth metal absentmindedly. A pool of slick covered his underwear—Trunks could smell it and feel it like a current rushing through his veins. His body responded instinctively, heat growing in his gut and a knot swelling just from the proximity.

"You keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you're obsessed with me," Goten teased, throwing a smirk over his shoulder.

Trunks exhaled sharply, stepping closer and caging Goten between the bike and his body. "I am obsessed with you." His voice was rough, heavy with want. He licked over his mating wound, pressing his hard-on to the omega's clothed cocklet.

Goten's breath hitched. He ran his fingers across Trunks' thigh, a deliberate tease. "Oh? Prove it." He smirked. He turned around and leaned over the Tesla hybrid, pushing against Trunks' erection. "Is this yours?"

Natural instincts took over. Trunks growled. He roughly grabbed his mate's ass, delighting in its sensational curves. From this angle, Goten's pup-bump could be seen pressed into the bike. It was so fulfilling to see his sweet baby omega pregnant with his offspring. The way it should be. "No," he breathed heavily, "mom is just letting me test drive it."

Goten moaned. "I... I want you to test drive me."

The alpha didn't need to be told twice. His hands slid down Goten's sides, firm and possessive, pressing him flush against the cool metal. He nuzzled the nape of his mate's neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of a pregnant omega drove him insane. "You smell so good baby boy," Trunks murmured, lips grazing Goten's skin. He trailed light kisses along his shoulder, fingers digging into his hips. He reached into Goten's sweatpants, amazed at the amount of slick he was producing. "Mm, you're wet."

Goten shuddered, his grip on the motorcycle tightening. "Trunks—"

"I got you," Trunks promised, his voice thick with devotion. He pulled the boy's pants down, slipping his dick through the crotch of his jeans. He slowly pushed into his boyfriend's gaping hole.

Goten turned his head, catching Trunks' lips in a fiery, heated kiss. They moaned in sync as the alpha thrusted his hips. Their bodies pressed together, warmth radiating between them. It wasn't just lust—it was something deeper. Something undeniable. It was passion, it was love.

Meanwhile...

Upstairs, Bulma paced angrily around the spacious living room of Capsule Corp, her eyes flickering toward the phone ringing for what seemed like the hundredth time. She had already answered it twice, and each time, Chi-Chi's voice had become more insistent, more panicked. Bulma clenched her teeth as the phone continued to ring. The shrill sound echoed through Capsule Corp's pristine kitchen, grating on her last nerve. She snatched it up, barely restraining herself from crushing the device in her grip. "Chi-Chi, I swear if you call this house one more time—"

"Where is my son, Bulma?" Chi-Chi's voice shrieked through the speaker, sharp and furious. "Four days! Four days, and he hasn't come home! You have no right to keep him from me!"

Bulma exhaled slowly through her nose, pressing her fingers to her temple. "I'm not keeping him from you, Chi-Chi. Goten is choosing to be here. You demanding he come home like he's a toddler isn't going to help."

"He's 17 and pregnant, Bulma! He needs his family!"

"He is with his family. My son is his mate, remember?" Bulma snapped, her patience unraveling. "You don't like it? Tough. I am not going to drag a hormonal, distressed omega away from the only comfort he has right now."

A sharp breath crackled through the receiver. Chi-Chi exhaled erratically, as if she couldn't catch her breath. She was crying. "You have to let me see him."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Fine. How about tonight, we have a family dinner? Us, Goten, Goku—even Gohan, if he wants to come."

"Yes! That's-"

"But you'd better come ready to talk, and not throw a tantrum." Bulma ended the call before Chi-Chi could argue. She slammed the phone down with a huff, yet the aggravated mother's voice echoed in her mind. She knew Chi-Chi was scared. Unfortunately, she also knew that Goten and Trunks had a bond that couldn't be broken by anyone's demands.

🐉☄️✨

 

The sky was a canvas of molten gold and purple as the sun sank lower, its final rays glinting off Bulma's sleek laboratory equipment scattered in the background. In that quiet, charged moment, Bulma's mind raced with plans and contingencies. Tonight wasn't about a simple family gathering—it was the convergence point of old alliances, buried resentments, and the heavy burden of responsibility that each family member bore.

In the spacious dining hall of Capsule Corp's main building, the table was arranged meticulously. Every seat had been assigned, each a silent testament to the alliances and disputes that history had woven among them. The table settings were an eclectic mix of traditional dishes from Bulma's childhood intermingled with futuristic cuisine, symbolizing the bridging of past and future. Even the cutlery bore small, engraved hints of the family's legacy—a reminder that this was no ordinary dinner.

As the Sons and Briefs piled in, their conversations filled the room with a mix of apprehension and curiosity. Some exchanged wary glances, aware that the stakes were higher than the casual pleasantries of a regular meal. Gohan wore a determined expression, his eyes reflecting a readiness to help however he could. He grasped his wife’s hand tightly while Pan ran off to sit with Bulla.

Bulma herself moved among her guests with a calm authority, her eyes reflecting both the fatigue of countless sleepless nights and an unyielding resolve. Every smile she offered was measured, every gesture a subtle cue that nothing was as it seemed. She knew that tonight, every discussion, every clink of glass, and every pause between words would be laden with implications far beyond family reunion pleasantries. This dinner was a catalyst, a decisive moment where old wounds might be healed or new ones inflicted.

As the first course was served, the ambient chatter dimmed, replaced by a collective awareness of the gravity of the situation. Bulma took a deep breath, feeling the weight of expectation in the air. She was ready to unveil her plan, one that was designed to resolve long-standing issues and confront challenges that had been lurking for too long. "Welcome," she began, "as we all know, tonight is more of a family meeting than dinner." Her eyes flickered to Goku, who was already stuffing his face. "It seems my son has impregnated your son, and we need to come to an agreement: all hands are on deck."

Vegeta, his face a mask of scorn and barely concealed fury, broke the silence. "The only thing I can and will agree on is this bastard will be a threat to humanity and our kind," he scoffed. His words, harsh and uncompromising, struck the assembled Saiyans like a physical blow. The room seemed to tilt as eyes turned toward him, many of them wide with shock and disbelief. His glare fixed on Goku, whose mouth was still half-full of food. "Don't stargaze at me as if you have no clue what I'm saying, especially you, Kakarot," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. The crack in his tone betrayed an inner conflict, though—a father's instinct mixed with the pride of a warrior.

Goku tilted his head in confusion, still chewing as if the words were as unfamiliar to him as a new flavor of food. "What?" he managed, his tone light and oblivious, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation.

Vegeta groaned. "This abomination is a weapon," he declared, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "It carries my genes—and unfortunately, yours as well! Before long, idiots from every universe will try to get their hands on it. Or worse, they'll just try to steal your boy."

Goten whimpered across the table. The young Saiyan's eyes darted nervously between his father and Vegeta, acutely aware that the discussion was far beyond the playful banter of his childhood and had veered into a realm of responsibility and potential disaster.

All around the room, tension crackled like static electricity. Bulma, ever the pragmatic mediator, raised a hand to restore order. "Now, listen up," she said calmly, her tone softening the razor-edge of Vegeta's anger. "This isn't about causing commotion or laying blame. These boys are facing an uncertain future and we need to support them."

Chi-Chi, whose face was filled with rage, became tight with worry. Yet she was still seething with frustration. She stared longly at her youngest son, who didn't dare return the stare—he was avoiding her.

"Goku, stop eating like that," Bulma snapped. "We're trying to have a conversation here, not a buffet!"

Goku looked up, a sheepish grin forming on his face. "Sorry, Bulma," he mumbled, still chewing. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, leaving grease stains.

Chi-Chi, worked up from nerves, squinted her eyes at him. "This is exactly the kind of behavior that's led us to this mess. You never take anything seriously!"

Bulla, sitting off to the side with her arms crossed, watched the scene unfold with an expression of contempt. "I don't know why we're all here," she muttered, her voice thick with disdain. "What's there to talk about? Goten's a weakling, and Trunks—"

Chi-Chi's eyes narrowed, and she stood from her seat. She pointed a finger at the cocky teenager's face. "You have no right to speak about my son that way! You probably can't even understand what I've been going through!"

"Bulla!" Bulma's voice cut through the tension, her eyes flashing with anger. "I have listened to you slander your brother and Goten enough! Keep quiet if you have nothing encouraging to say." She took a sip of water. "Chi-Chi, please sit."

Bulla blew, rolling her eyes. Chi-Chi reluctantly took her seat.

Vegeta turned his gaze to Chi-Chi, his voice calm but full of venom. "I understand exactly what you've been going through. Your omega is making a fool of himself, just like Kakarot."

"Hey!" Goku mumbled, his mouth full.

Chi-Chi scoffed. "A fool? My son is not a fool! He's merely pregnant, homeless, and attached to a him—" she shot a glare at Trunks— "who clearly doesn't understand what responsibility is."

Trunks' fists clenched under the table, but before he could respond, Vegeta's deep voice cut in. "You say that like your son had no part in this." His eyes burned into Chi-Chi's. "Face it, woman. Your omega chose my son. He's not a child, no matter how much you treat him like one."

Chi-Chi slammed her fist against the table, rattling the dishes. "You think you're so much better, don't you? Acting like Trunks is some perfect alpha—like your family is superior!"

Vegeta smirked, tilting his head. "Because we are."

The words were like a fist through the heart. Goten, who had been sitting silently at the table, shoulders hunched, felt his stomach twist. The outside air felt muggy, making his eyes sting as he fought tears. He wanted to leave; this was a terrible idea. He whimpered, creating a scent of distress. To make matters worse, he could feel his mother's intense gaze, like a moth to a flame.

Trunks noticed the soft sound of Goten's shaky breath and the way he clenched his fists in his lap. He could feel the sharp pain in Goten's chest, the growing ache of his uncertainty and fear. Without thinking, Trunks' instincts took over. A low growl rumbled from deep within him. It was soft, almost imperceptible, but it was enough to make everyone pause. "Enough!" Trunks' voice was calm but firm. His face was stern, his gaze unwavering as he turned to face the group. "...You're upsetting Goten."

There was a moment of stunned silence before Bulma's eyes softened. She had never seen her son like this before. Trunks, the strong, proud heir to the Capsule Corporation legacy, was now standing up not just for his family, but for the omega he loved.

Goten's eyes widened as he met Trunks' gaze. His heart fluttered in his chest as Trunks' hand, large and warm, slipped beneath the table and found his. Goten's fingers curled into the alpha's as he silently accepted the support. He nuzzled his mate's neck, feeling somewhat relieved.

"I didn't mean it," Trunks said, his voice gentle as he looked at Chi-Chi. "I—," his throat tightened. He took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone. It wasn't malicious. I care about Goten. A lot. It just happened. And I'm sorry," he said, his voice steady, "for mating him. For getting him pregnant. I didn't plan it." He swallowed. "But I need Goten. So I'm not going anywhere unless he tells me to."

Chi-Chi stared at him, her face pale. Her eyes softened with something close to disbelief, but she said nothing.

Trunks squeezed Goten's hand tighter under the table, his mind racing. It was impossible to make Chi-Chi and Vegeta understand the bond they shared. There was no way he could make them understand that this was a mistake, but he always planned to protect Goten... even if they weren't lovers. "Goten has always been the omega for me. He helped me realize I'll never be able to marry a girl, because I like boys. And the only boy I'll ever want is... your son." The words fell out before he could stop them. His heart pounded. "I know two boys being together is... unnatural but please understand I never wanted to hurt you, or your family. I just wanna love him."

"So you're gay-gay?" Bulla interjected.

"Bulla what did your mother just say?" Vegeta boomed.

Chi-Chi didn't respond right away. She looked at the two of them, her face unreadable. Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter now. "You've ruined your life, Goten," she said, her words biting. "This isn't traditional. I thought you were smarter than this. What happened to your future? What happened to your lifetime goals?"

Goten's heart shattered at her words. He looked to his brother, whose face looked rather pale. Nonetheless, Gohan managed to crack a warm smile. "You've got this bud, just speak your mind." Pan winked, as if she was cheering him on.

A tear fell from the omega's cheek. His voice shook as he said, "Mom, I- I'm not like Gohan. I'm not the same as him." He finally looked at his mother. "I'm not a straight A-Student with a straight relationship. I'm probably not going to attend some ivy league school. I have dreams of my own to be a game developer. I still want to go to college, but to study technology. I understand I made a mistake with Trunks, but this is who I am and where I'm at. I can't live up to an idea of what you think I should be. I want to live my own life. And I wish," he sniffled, "I wish you'd quit being so hard on me."

Chi-Chi's eyes widened, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Goten saw a flicker of something softer in her expression. "Goten, the only reason I am hard on you and your brother is because I didn't want you boys to turn out like us. Goku and I were just kids when Gohan came along. We had no clue what we were doing." She exhaled, closing her eyes. "So I wanted better. For your futures. But you're right."

Goten blinked. He looked at Trunks, who was also shocked. "I am?"

"Yes, I suppose." She responded, opening her eyes to see her son. "If this is the life you've chosen for yourself than I would be a bad mother to stop you."

Goten frowned. He was not fond of her choice of words. He didn't choose this life. He was choosing to be himself, without shame.

“Can you forgive me?” Chi-Chi asked.

Goten looked at his untouched plate. “With time, all is forgiven. Right?”

Chi-Chi smiled, clearly not picking up on her son’s distress. “Right.”

Chapter 23: Chapter XXIII: Decisions

Summary:

a glimpse into the future

The sterile scent of the Capsule Corp. medical wing filled the air as Goten lay on the padded examination table, shifting uncomfortably under the cool gel Bulma had spread across his stomach. The dim light from the ultrasound screen flickered, casting a bluish glow on his slightly swollen belly.  

 

Trunks sat beside him, his grip firm but warm around Goten’s hand. He hadn't spoken since they stepped into the room. His usual cocky smirk was absent—replaced by an expression of pure shock and awe.  

 

Chi-Chi stood near the door, biting her nails as if they were the only thing keeping her upright. Goku, on the other hand, leaned in with childlike curiosity, his eyes wide as he stared at the screen. The grainy image was amazing. "Wow! That’s in there?" he exclaimed, pointing at his son’s stomach. 

 

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Yes, Goku."

 

Goku scratched his head."I’ll admit it’s kinda weird seeing a boy pregnant,” he chuckled, looking at Goten, “but, hey, that’s my grandkid! Wild!" 

 

Bulma adjusted the ultrasound probe. "It has nothing to do with him being a boy. Goten’s an omega first, and omegas are biologically designed to carry children. His body just knows what to do."  

 

Goten sighed, shifting again as his bladder screamed in protest. He was quite uncomfortable with his family basically observing his uterus. "Yeah, my body sure knows how to make me suffer. I pee every ten minutes, I throw up more than Dad after a bad buffet, and let’s not even talk about the mood swings."

 

Trunks finally moved, rubbing Goten’s belly with his free hand, his thumb grazing slow circles over the stretched skin. His expression was unreadable, but when his palm slid up to Goten’s chest, a small, proud smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His fingers squeezed experimentally, and when Goten let out a small, embarrassed noise, his scent spiked in satisfaction. The boy’s cheeks had a red glow. "I still can’t believe this," Trunks murmured, "this is really happening.” The Alpha looked into his omega’s eyes.

 

Bulma’s gaze softened as she studied her son. She turned back to the screen and tapped a few buttons. Her breath caught in her throat. "Well, you better start thinking of names. Cause it looks like you’re having a boy."

 

Trunks' grip on Goten’s hand tightened, his chest rising as he inhaled deeply. A son. He had a son. His heart pounded, and for the first time, he felt something deeper than pride—an overwhelming need to protect, to guard, to never let anything happen to the tiny life inside Goten. Omega mine. Pup mine. 

 

Chi-Chi, however, let out a small noise of disappointment. "A boy?” Everyone turned to look at her. She quickly waved her hands. "N-No! I mean—of course, I’m happy, I really am! It’s just…I was hoping for a girl."

 

Goten groaned. Another way he disappointed her.

 

Goku laughed, slapping his knee. "Aw, c’mon, Chi-Chi! Another Saiyan boy means more warriors! More training! Maybe he’ll be even stronger than Pan!"

 

Chi-Chi’s expression soured. "That’s exactly what I was afraid of."

 

Before Goten could retort, the monitor beeped, and Bulma clicked a button to save the images. "Alright, you’re exactly three months in. Which, by human standards, would mean you’ve got six months left." She turned to Goten with a knowing stare. “However,  because of those Saiyan genes, you’ll only be carrying for four and a half months.”

 

Goten and Trunks’ mouth dropped. "Wait—so I only have a month and a half left?” The omega asked, panicked.  

 

Bulma nodded. "Yep. And that explains pretty much everything. Your mood swings, the constant peeing…. your insane sex drive.”

 

Goten’s face burned.  

 

“Mom!” Trunks grunted.

 

"You boys aren’t quiet, you know.” The scientist shrugged. “All I’m saying is I’ve experienced this before. Saiyan pregnancies are fast, which means your hormones are intense right now."

 

Trunks’ heart pounded faster. A month and a half. Nothing was prepared. Not a baby crib nor baby bottle in sight. Too soon. Too fast. He smirked. He was ready.

 

Chi-Chi looked seconds away from fainting, but Goku just laughed again, clapping his son on the shoulder. "Hey, it’s all part of the process! Me and your mom went at it all the time when she was pregnant with Gohan!"  

 

Chi-Chi smacked him. “Goku!”

 

As the group continued their chaotic discussion, Bulla stood off to the side, arms crossed. For weeks, she had been cold toward her brother, barely acknowledging the pregnancy. Yet now, staring at the screen, watching the tiny heartbeat flicker, she felt something shift. She took a step closer, peering at the image. "So that’s my nephew, huh?"

 

Trunks looked up, surprised by her tone. “Yeah… it is.” 

 

Bulla clicked her tongue, looking away. "I guess he’s kinda cute for a blob."

 

Goten raised an eyebrow. "That’s the nicest thing you’ve said in weeks."  

 

Bulla rolled her eyes, muttering, “don’t get used to it."

 

The soft hum of the ultrasound machine faded into silence as Bulma wiped the gel off Goten’s belly. She glanced at the couple, noting the way Trunks was still clutching Goten’s hand, his thumb absently stroking his knuckles.  

 

With a knowing smile, she picked up her clipboard and placed a hand on her hip. "Why don’t we give you two a moment alone?" 

 

Goten blinked, startled. "Huh? 

 

Bulma gestured toward Chi-Chi, Goku, and Bulla, who were still hovering around. "You just found out you’re having a son. That’s a big deal. I think you two deserve some privacy.”

 

Chi-Chi hesitated, her protective instincts flaring, but Goku draped an arm around her shoulders. "C’mon honey, let’s give them some space." 

 

Bulla shrugged. "Fine by me. This is way too mushy anyways.”  

 

Bulma soon ushered everyone out, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.  

 

Trunks exhaled through his nose, rubbing his face. His hand, still resting on Goten’s stomach, splayed out as if trying to ground himself. "A son." His voice was quiet, almost disbelieving.  

 

Goten swallowed, watching him carefully. "It’s real now, huh?"

 

Trunks nodded slowly. “It’s real." He let out a shaky chuckle. "I mean, it was always real, but seeing him on the screen? It’s different."  

 

Goten hummed in agreement, leaning into Trunks' side. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Are you scared?”  

 

Trunks hesitated before answering. “Yes and no. I’m not ready, but I am ready to do this with you, omega.” 

 

Goten lifted his head to look at him. "Me too." 

 

 

 

A beat of silence.

 

 

 

"We should name him."

 

Goten blinked up at Trunks, who was staring at the ceiling in thought. "Oh. Yeah.” He bit his lip."Okay, um… I’ve always liked the name Buko?"

 

Trunks made a face. "That sounds like a fruit." 

 

Goten pouted. “It does not!"

 

"It literally sounds like coconut. Try again."  

 

Goten huffed. "Alright, fine. What about GoChi? You know, like Goku and Chi-Chi?”  

 

Trunks raised an eyebrow. "You want to name our son after your parents?"

 

Goten cringed. "Yeah, that sounded better in my head.”  

 

Trunks smirked. "Next."  

Goten tapped his chin. "Vihan?"

 

Trunks tilted his head. "Vihan… it’s not bad. It means 'dawn' or 'new beginnings,' right?”

 

"Yeah." Goten smiled. "It felt fitting."

 

Trunks hummed, rolling the name over in his head, but something still didn’t feel right. "Saga," he blurted.

 

Goten’s brows furrowed. "Saga?"  

 

Trunks looked down at him, his fingers tightening around Goten’s hand. "Yeah. A saga is a long story of heroic achievement. A journey. A legend." His eyes softened. "That’s us, isn’t it? We’ve been through so much, and we’re still here. Still standing. And now we’re starting a new story.”

 

Goten stared at him, stunned. Slowly, his lips curved into a smile—one filled with warmth, love, and understanding.  

 

"Saga," he echoed. "Yeah. That’s perfect."  

 

Trunks exhaled, his shoulders relaxing. "Then it's decided." He placed his palm over Goten’s stomach, a protective warmth radiating from his touch. He growled. "Our son, Saga Briefs."

 

Goten grinned, covering Trunks’ hand with his own. "Saga Son-Briefs."

 

Trunks chuckled. “One last name, omega.”

 

Goten pouted. “Fine. Saga Briefs.”

 

For the first time since they stepped into the medical wing, there was no tension, no uncertainty—only the steady rhythm of their intertwined hands over the tiny life they had created.  

 

Their story had just begun.
His name would be Saga.

 

 

Outside Capsule Corp., Vegeta patrolled the perimeter. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon, his senses heightened. He had already doubled security, placed new shielding technology around the building, and set strict clearance levels for anyone entering.  

 

His ki flicked irritably. The idea of some outsider trying to steal his… offspring… made his blood boil. He had no interest in coddling the child, but the very thought of someone daring to take what was his—what belonged to his family—was unacceptable.  

 

A soft beep in his earpiece. From the otherside came, “Prince Vegeta, all perimeters secure. No disturbances." 

 

Vegeta grunted in response, then turned his gaze toward the medical wing, where his son and his mate were. His scowl deepened. “My son,” he said, “what a fool you’ve been.” He turned away, looking to the sky. “Now I must do what is necessary to protect our pack. My grandson better be pure gold.”

Chapter 24: Chapter XXIV: Alpha Protect

Summary:

Trunks, Goten, and a surprise

To Be...

The scent-mask cologne burned Goten's nose. Bulma had done her best to make it smell as natural as possible, woodsy, with a faint trace of citrus, but it couldn't fix the overwhelming discomfort he felt every time he wore it. It was supposed to hide his pregnancy pheromones, making him smell like any other teenage boy. Alas, as the days passed knowing he wasn't any other teenage boy, and having to pull on the oversized sweatshirts to hide his belly— he was suffocating. With a frustrated growl, the boy yanked the hoodie off and tossed it onto the bed, running a hand through his messy hair.

"That bad?" Trunks asked from the doorway.

Goten let out a long breath, his eyebrow twitching in irritation. "I can't do this anymore, Trunks. The sweatshirts, the cologne—pretending like nothing's changed. Everything's changed!" He turned, placing a hand on his round belly. "It's not like people won't figure it out soon."

Trunks sighed, stepping into the room. He reached out, hands settling on Goten's waist before rubbing small, soothing circles against his sides. His Alpha instincts kicked in, his voice dipping into his register. "Breathe, love," he murmured. "You're safe. We'll figure this out."

Goten exhaled, leaning into Trunks' touch, allowing himself to be calmed by the warmth of his mate. "I just keep thinking about school. How people are gonna react."

Trunks' jaw clenched. He did know. He had seen how people whispered, how they sneered behind fake smiles. "It's none of their damn business," he muttered, his fingers pressing just a little firmer against Goten's skin. "If it's really bothering you though, then maybe we can think of a solution."

Goten hesitated. He quietly admitted, "I think I should homeschool."

Trunks' eyes searched his, trying to gauge if this was really what Goten wanted or if fear was pushing him into a corner. "Are you sure?"

Goten nodded. "I know it's not ideal, but students are going to talk... some might even try to start something. I don't want to deal with that every day. Not when I have this to focus on." He gestured toward his stomach, his expression caught somewhere between frustration and determination. "I mean I still want to finish school. I want to get my A.A. in software development. But if I keep going to public school, it's just gonna be a distraction. I'd rather be home, where I can actually focus and not have to worry."

Trunks took a deep breath before nodding. "Then we'll make it work. If it's what you want, I support it. But...," he hesitated, "what about your mom?"

Goten groaned, rubbing his temples.

 

Chi-Chi

The kitchen was quiet, the air heavy with an unspoken tension. Chi-Chi stood by the stove, pouring herself a cup of tea as Goten lingered near the table. Motherly intuition helped her conclude something was up. "What?" she asked, raising a sharp brow.

Goten shifted uncomfortably. "I... I've been thinking about school."

Chi-Chi's brow furrowed. "You're not dropping out."

"I know that," Goten said quickly. He took a deep breath. "I-I think I need to homeschool."

Chi-Chi set her cup down a little too hard. "No. You can't. You still have prior commitments to the debate team."

"Mom, listen—"

"No, you listen, young man!" Chi-Chi placed a hand on her hip, pointing a finger to her son. "You are still going to graduate. You deserve to walk that stage. I understand this is not what either of us had planned for you, but I won't allow you to slack on the work you have achieved so far."

Goten bristled. "It's not like that! I want to graduate! I just—I need to do it a different way. If I stay in public school, all anyone's going to talk about is how I'm 'the pregnant freak.' I don't need that. I just wanna focus on my classes and get my diploma without all the extra chaos."

Chi-Chi stared at him, breathing heavily. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and for a long moment, she said nothing. Then, with a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine."

Goten blinked. "Wait... really?"

Chi-Chi crossed her arms. "You'll homeschool. But you will finish. And you'll get that diploma." She exhaled, softening just a little. "I'll help raise this pup when I need to, but I can't let you throw your future away, Goten." Under her breath she said, "you and Gohan will have a smarter life than me." Something in her voice cracked, and for the first time, Goten saw past the strict exterior, saw the fear underneath. She wasn't being harsh. She was scared. She had been here before. Pregnant young, financially vulnerable, without a clear plan, with only Goku to rely on. She had fought, clawed, her way through to make sure her boys had the best chance at life possible.

Goten swallowed. "I know, Mom. I'm not giving up."

Chi-Chi exhaled, shaking her head. "Good."

 

Surprise

The store was huge. Too huge. "This is a nightmare," Goten muttered, staring blankly at the rows of pacifiers, all different shapes, colors, and brands. "Why are there so many?"  

Trunks was just as stiff beside him, his arms crossed as he eyed the shelves like they might attack. "Let's just grab what we need and get out of here." There was a tiny problem. Neither knew what they needed. Dozens of bottles, cribs, strollers, things neither of them had even considered. The weight of it all squashed the couple until Trunks finally let out a frustrated sigh. He pulled out his phone. "Mom? Can you just... handle all of this?"  

 

Bulma had been delighted to take over.  

 

Trunks thought she would just purchase the basics; A couple blankets, cool onesies, and maybe a rocking chair. The next day Bulma summoned them to Capsule Corp, Bulla practically vibrating with excitement beside her. "Well?" The mother grinned. "Are you two excited to check out your new home?"

"Our what?" The pair exclaimed in unison.

The house was perfect. A cozy, cottage-style home on the outskirts of Capsule Corp property—close enough for security but far enough to have their own space. The fridge was fully stocked with formula, meals kits, and so much food it made the couple’s head spin. The walls were painted in soft, neutral tones, the furniture comfortable but in style. Yet the nursery...  

It was a dream.  

 

Deep blues and purples covered the walls, glowing stars decorated the ceiling, it was nearly a replica of the cosmos. A baby crib levitated in the middle of the room. On the ceiling, written in shimmering silver paint, was the name: Saga Kai Briefs.

Goten covered his mouth, his eyes burning with emotion. "You... you did all this?"  

Bulma waved a hand, brushing it off. "Well I didn't. About 50 construction workers did." She then turned to her son. "Of course. All I ask in return is that you work one day a week in HR. To reclaim your status in this company."

 

News broke like wildfire.  

  A single photo—Goten, visibly pregnant, walking through a city park with Trunks—was all it took. He had been wearing one of his usual oversized sweatshirts, but it wasn't enough to hide the undeniable roundness of his belly. Trunks had been walking beside him, one hand hovering protectively at his lower back, his expression unreadable. The image hit every major news outlet within hours.  

 

Capsule Corp Heir Expecting? Trunks Briefs Linked to Male Pregnancy!

 

The Briefs Family Shrouded in Scandal—Bulma Briefs' Son to Father a Child!

 

Is Trunks Gay?

 

The Party Boy of Capsule Corp: Is Trunks Briefs a Liability?

 

Goten had expected some reaction, but this was a different monster. He sat stiffly on the couch, the television replaying the latest segment from one of the most notorious gossip journalists, Akane Asano. A young, sharp-tongued woman with an infuriatingly perfect smile. A person who thrived on controversy and the misfortune of others.  

She sat poised in the newsroom, legs crossed as she spoke. "For years, Trunks Briefs has had a reputation. We all remember the viral party scandals, the reckless property damages, and the DUIS. Now this?" She paused for dramatic effect, a sly smirk creeping onto her lips. "This is classic. Not only has the Capsule Corp heir impregnated another boy—which, for the record, is an anomaly in itself—but he's managed to throw the entire family into yet another public disaster. The once perfect legacy of Bulma Briefs, in my opinion, is now tarnished." 

The segment cut to a panel of experts, who picked apart every aspect of the situation.  

 

"What does this mean for Capsule Corp's stock?" one analyst asked.  

 

"Can Trunks Briefs be trusted with leadership when he clearly lacks responsibility?" another chimed in.  

 

"What about the child? What kind of life will this baby have? Hopefully one better than the fathers!"

The screen flashed images of Trunks at previous high-profile events, always with a drink in hand, always surrounded by girls and rumors. A picture of him making out with... Mai? Flashed the screen. They painted him as reckless, immature—completely unfit to be a father. 

"Turn that shit off."  

Trunks' voice was low, dangerous. He stood in the doorway, jaw clenched so tightly Goten thought his teeth might crack. His hair flashed to gold, an unmistakable sign of his barely restrained fury.  

Goten grabbed the remote and switched it off, but the silence that followed was just as heavy. "Did-," his breath caught in his throat, "did you hook up with someone?"

"Mai. And no I didn't cheat on you. I was drunk and we were broken up at this point." The Alpha growled. "This is what they think of me?" He scoffed, running a hand through his purple locs. "Like I'm still some irresponsible brat who doesn't give a fuck about my life?"  

Goten stood, walking over to him. He felt a tang of hurt over Mai, but decided not to pry. "You know they only care about twisting things for a quick zeni."  

Trunks exhaled through his nose, but his eyes were still burning. "It's not just me this time. They're dragging you into this too. They're acting like this is some kind of freak show—like our pup is some kind of mistake." His voice wavered, just for a second, but Goten caught it.  

Bulma stormed through the Son's front door.

“ Unbelievable," she seethed, her own tablet in hand. Her hair was askew, as if she had been driving 180mph. How she knew where to find her son, Gods know. "I knew the press would talk, but this?" Her fingers twitched, like she was fighting the urge to throw the device across the room."The media has always been a snake, but now my business is being drug into it?"  

"Mom you didn't have to come here." Trunks exhaled harshly. "Capsule Corp's stock dropped, didn't it?"  

Bulma didn't answer immediately, which said enough.  

Goten frowned. "Is that really all that matters right now?"  

"No, Goten, of course not," Bulma sighed, rubbing her temples. "But you have to understand—when Capsule Corp takes a hit, it affects thousands of people. Employees, investors, everything."  

Trunks' fingers curled into a fist. "So what do I do? Have a press conference? Tell the world, 'Hey, I knocked up and mated an Omega, but don't worry, I'm totally responsible now'?"  

Bulma shot him a warning look. "Watch it."  

Trunks deflated slightly. The conversation lingered as he rubbed his face, clearly exhausted from it all. Goten squeezed his hand, attempting to ground him.  

Trunks groaned. "Mom, come on—"  

"You need to start proving people wrong, Trunks," Bulma said firmly. "I know who you are. We all know who you are. However everyone else? They are tearing you apart." She shook her head. "Right now, they think you're a liability. So we change the narrative. You need to be seen doing good. One day a week, starting next week."  

The teen sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Fine. If it makes things easier."  

Goten sniffled, leaning into Trunks. "This is perfect."

 

...Or Not To Be

That night, the house felt warm and safe. For the first time in months, Goten was at peace. Trunks had Goten pinned to the bed, lips trailing down his mate's neck. One hand squeezed experimentally at Goten's chest, smirking as a bead of milk covered his fingertips.

A sharp sound echoed throughout the room. Vegeta. "Holy Hell."

Trunks' head snapped up, eyes blown wide in horror. "Dad?"  

Vegeta stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, unimpressed.  

Goten's face burned as he scrambled for a blanket. "Oh my Gods."  

Before Vegeta could explain, the air in the room shifted. A chill ran through Goten's spine. Another presence. A voice—low and smooth, dripping with amusement. "Well, isn't this sweet?"  

Trunks' instincts roared to life. He spun, shoving Goten behind him as Goku Black stepped from the shadows, a smirk curling his lips.  

"I think I'll be taking what's mine."  

Trunks' ki exploded, golden light crackling around him as he launched forward, fists colliding with Goku Black's. The entire house trembled from the impact. Goten barely had time to react before Vegeta shoved him aside.

"Get out of here!" 

Goten, hardly able to walk, looked to his mate. Trunks wasn't looking in his direction. All the Alpha saw was red. Whimpering the boy pressed two fingers to his head. He searched for his father's energy, then disappearing.

The warriors ki's flared, raw and untamed, as they darted between attacks. Black was fast, but Trunks was relentless. He didn't care if he had to fight a million battles—he would protect his family. Alas the moment Trunks' wrist snapped, horror consumed Vegeta.

"Go! Protect your mate. Your help isn't needed here!" Vegeta yelled. 

Goku Black growled, his form flickering before the Sayian Prince sent him flying with an instinct-driven burst of energy.

"But Father!"

"Go!"

Trunks chest rumbled with dissatisfaction, but the pain of his wrist snapped him out of it. Piccolo would have a senzu bean. "Hold on! I'll be back!" Vegeta didn't hear him, engulfed in the fight. With that, Trunks pressed two fingers to his forehead.

Chapter 25: Chapter XXV: Time is Up

Summary:

be prepared…

The moment Goten's feet touched the ground, he stumbled. He gripped his stomach as another sharp kick twisted through him. "Saga please," he panted. He clumsily made way towards his father, who sat at the edge of a tranquil lake. Completely oblivious, as usual. The gentle ripples in the water and the chirping of birds in the trees made it feel like another world. "Dad," the boy gasped, catching his breath between cramps. "Dad, I—I need help."

Goku turned his head, grinning as he reeled in a fish. "Oh hey, buddy! You wanna fish with me?" He held the slimy creature with his bare hands. "Look at this big guy! Chi-Chi will be happy!" He began to laugh, but paused. He frowned, sensing unwelcome energy. "Something's not right here." He growled. 

Goten groaned and took another sharp breath, rubbing his belly as his unborn pup kicked harder than before. He swore Saga could sense his stress. "Dad, listen! Goku Black—he attacked! He tried to take me!"

At that, Goku's eyebrows furrowed, and he turned fully toward his son, eyes narrowing. "Where's Trunks? And what happened?"

Goten swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. "Still at the house I hope... I-I think he's okay? I had to teleport here cause I—" he winced, rubbing his stomach again, "—because I knew I couldn't fight like this. Dad, if it weren't for Vegeta, Black could have— he just came outta nowhere."

Goku stood up, fishing pole forgotten as he walked over to his son. "Hey, deep breaths, alright? You're safe now. What else do I need to know?"

Goten took a few inhales. "He showed up at our home. He knew where to find me. I barely had time to react. Dad he's strong. He's not like last time. He was toying with us."

Goku's expression darkened.

The pregnant omega groaned again. "Vegeta is there— he must have known. The last thing I saw was Trunks and Vegeta fighting. I don't know what happened after that."

Goku's brows furrowed, processing. "Vegeta, huh? Makes sense. He's been on edge lately."

Goten exhaled shakily, rubbing his stomach once more. It was annoying, his family always being at the center of impending doom. Suddenly the teen let out a sharp gasp, his knees buckling beneath him as pain shot through his abdomen. He collapsed forward, catching himself on his hands and panting heavily. "D-Dad—"

Goku's eyes widened, quickly kneeling beside him. "Whoa, easy there, son! That must've been a nasty kick. Here, lean against this tree." He helped Goten sit back against a sturdy trunk, concern flickering across his face. "You rest, alright? I gotta help Vegeta. I'll take care of everything, and make sure that bastard doesn't come back."

Goten clenched his teeth, sweat forming at his brow. The pain was stronger than anything he'd felt before, but he gave a weak nod. "Kay, Dad..."

 

🐉☄️✨

 

Trunks materialized in front of a familiar cliffside. His eyes darted about. Piccolo sat in his usual meditation spot, eyes closed and arms crossed. The Namekian didn't react as Trunks staggered forward, his left wrist burning with pain. "Piccolo," Trunks groaned. "I need a senzu."

Piccolo remained motionless. Using his energy, he searched for the so called "injury".  "A broken wrist? You'll live."

Trunks clenched his teeth. "I don't have time for this. Goku Black attacked. He came for Goten—I tried to stop him but I lost focus." He clenched his fist, staring at the ground. His family was in trouble, and he barely helped. "I couldn't protect him."

Piccolo opened one eye. "Goten's alive, isn't he?"

"Yeah, but—"

 

"Then you did protect him."

 

Trunks looked away, frustration evident in his stance. "It doesn't feel like it. Father had to step in."

Piccolo sighed, standing up and reaching into his gi. "Listen, kid. You don't need to win every fight alone. No one should. What matters is you're still standing, still fighting. You didn't fail Goten just because you're hurt." He held out a small green bean. "Hurry and get back."

Trunks took the bean without hesitation. He chewed then swallowed as the pain in his wrist faded instantly. He gave Piccolo a quick nod. "Thanks."

The moment Trunks returned home, his stomach dropped. Smoke and dust clouded the air, debris was scattered across what used to be their peaceful home. "No—" he whispered, tunneling through the rubble. His hands shook. His heart pounded as his mind raced. Afraid this was going to become the new normal, tears plagued his baby blues. He could see it now. Their beloved home constantly in ruins, and his beloved mate constantly fighting because they fell in love. He growled angrily. 

His ears caught the sound of voices, and he turned quickly to find Goku and Vegeta standing a few feet away, discussing strategy as if the destruction around them was nothing more than an inconvenience. He stormed up to them. "Where's Black? I'm ready to protect what's mine."

Goku turned to him, blinking in slight surprise. "It's alright kiddo. All taken care of." He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Goten is safe, he's resting."

Trunks let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He turned to his father. "What happened?"

Vegeta crossed his arms, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Black showed. We handled it."

Trunks frowned. "What do you mean, 'handled it'?" His voice was sharp, guilt creeping into his tone. "I should've been here— I should've helped!"

Goku shrugged. "Eh, he wasn't too tough. We knocked him around for a bit before he decided to run off."

"He'll be back," Vegeta added firmly. "Along with others. We need to strategize, plan. Next time, we finish it."

Just as Trunks was about to retort, a loud ringing from Goku's pocket interrupted the conversation. He pulled out his cellular device, answering with a casual, "Yello!" The frantic tone on the other end echoed. "What?" Goku asked, taken aback. "Goten's what?"

Trunks' heart stopped. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"Okay, okay, dont freak out honey, we're on our way." Goku hung up the phone. He turned to the group of warriors, a calm expression on his face. Obliviously, he blurted, "So Goten's gone into labor."

A sudden chill ran down Trunks' spine as his senses sharpened, the air around him feeling unbearably heavy. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out the voices of his father and Goku as dread settled deep in his chest. Then, his phone buzzed—a call. His heart clenched before he even answered, some unshakable instinct already screaming at him that something was wrong. 

The world seemed to tilt. His breath hitched, his stomach twisted, and a cold sweat broke across his skin. Goten was in labor. The battle, the wreckage, the looming threat of Goku Black—it all faded to the background. His mind raced, his body tensed, every muscle in him screaming to move, to get to Goten now. Omega need Alpha. Panic clawed at his throat, but beneath it, something even stronger surged through him.. the overwhelming need to be there, to protect, to hold, to not fail the two people who mattered most. 

Without hesitation he took to the sky.

 

Goku scratched his head. "Huh. Guess this is important."

 

Vegeta scoffed. "Obviously, Kakarot. His mate is about to birth his firstborn."

 

Goku nodded slowly. "Right, right... So, uh... how long does labor take, exactly?"

 

Vegeta turned to him with a deadpan expression. "Why would I know that?"

 

Goku blinked. "Didn't you—"

 

"Bulma never let me stick around for that part," Vegeta cut in, shuddering slightly. "She said I made her 'blood pressure rise.'"

 

Goku snorted. "Yeah, I can see that."

 

Vegeta scowled. "Shut up, Kakarot."

 

Goku stretched his arms behind his head. "Welp, we should probably get going before Trunks passes out or something."

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Agreed."

 

The two Saiyans launched into the sky, following after Trunks at full speed.

Chapter 26: Chapter XXVI: Saga

Summary:

Saga Kai is born.

The air inside Goten's childhood home was thick with the scent of lavender incense Chi-Chi had lit, in an attempt to create a calm atmosphere. Goten, however, was far from calm. His body trembled with the intensity of the contractions ripping through him, each one stealing his breath, leaving him gasping as he clutched the sheets beneath him. 

The omega was propped against a stack of pillows on his bed, sweat-soaked hair glued to his forehead. His mother, ever the disciplinarian, hovered over him with a damp rag, wiping his brow with one hand and pressing a cup of water to his lips with the other.

"Drink, baby, you need to stay hydrated," Chi-Chi instructed, her voice both commanding and gentle. Goten obeyed, taking small sips before a sharp pain had him groaning, his fingers clutching at the fabric of his sheets. His belly was taut and swollen, his omega body writhing in an effort to bring forth the life growing inside him.

Bulma, who had arrived with her medical bag, sat at the foot of the bed. She adjusted the fetal monitor she had strapped around Goten's stomach. "Well, you're a week and 3 days early, so we'll have to make sure this pup has no health complications." All business, and a bit nervous, her blue eyes scanned the device before reaching for her gloves. "You're almost eight centimeters. It won't be long now, but I'd strongly suggest the epidural before we go any further."

Goten barely hesitated. "Yes. Yes, please." His voice was breathless, edged with desperation.

Bulma nodded and swiftly set up the syringe, expertly inserting it into his lower back. The omega squeaked at the needle. The relief was not immediate. He slumped against the pillows, his body still working through contractions, but the intensity eventually dulled to something manageable.

As he settled, the door burst open and Trunks ran in. The Alpha was flushed and frantic. He practically tripped over himself in his rush to get to Goten's side. His hands immediately found their place. One on Goten's cheek, the other resting protectively on his belly. "Omega," Trunks whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm here. I'm right here."

Goten exhaled heavily, his fingers finding Trunks' hand and squeezing. "I know, Alpha" he murmured. "I know." He looked to his mate. "Is Black—"

"Taken care of." Trunks reassured, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Not far behind Trunks came two more figures. The energy brought with them made everyone bristle. Vegeta and Goku, despite the solemnity of the moment, had already found something to bicker about.

"You flew too slow," Vegeta snapped at Goku, his arms crossed.

 

"You're the one who stopped for food!" Goku shot back.

 

"Only because you wouldn't stop whining!"

 

"I'm sorry okay? A man's gotta eat when—"

 

"Oh my Gods!" Goten groaned, rolling his head back against the pillows. "Can you both shut up?"

The room stilled. Even through the haze of pain, Goten's voice held an authority that neither Saiyan warrior could ignore. Bulma shot them a look before focusing back on her patient.

"Alright, Goten," she said, checking the monitor again. "You're fully dilated. It's time."

Trunks inhaled sharply beside him, his grip tightening. Goten clenched his jaw, feeling the pressure shift, his body instinctively preparing to push. Chi-Chi positioned herself beside him, her hands shaking slightly as she brushed his damp hair back. "Alright, sweetheart, deep breaths. You can do this."

The first push sent a shockwave of pain through Goten's lower half, despite the epidural. His back arched slightly, a strangled cry escaping his lips. 

Trunks was immediately by his ear, whispering encouragements, his fingers intertwined with Goten's. "You're doing amazing," he murmured. "I'm so proud of you."

Another push. Then another. Each one felt like fire, like a supernova bursting inside of him. He yelped in agony, head lolling side to side.

"The head's out!" Bulma announced. "One more push, Goten! One big one."

With a final, agonizing cry, Goten bore down. He yelled. His hair flickered to blonde, ki soaring. This felt like torture. Pushing not once, but twice, a rush of pressure released as his first pup entered the world. The victorious, indignant wail of a newborn filled the space.

Goten slumped back, his body shaking, exhaustion creeping in. "Saga," he whispered, tear filled. However something was wrong. Bulma who held the newborn, frowned deeply. "Girl—" Her gaze flickered between the baby and Goten's still-tensed body. "It's not a boy."

"What's wrong?" Trunks asked, his voice laced with panic. The color drained from his face when his mother quickly clipped the umbilical cord, and handed him the child. His child. A sense of warmth coursed through his veins, but he couldn't enjoy it.

Bulma's eyes widened. "Goten, I need you to keep pushing." She quickly reached into her medical bag, finding a clean pair of gloves.

"What?" Chi-Chi gasped. "He already—"

"No," Bulma cut in, her voice sharp with realization. "There's another one. He's having another baby!"

The room collectively lost its breath. Even Goten, barely conscious from the strain, managed a weak, disbelieving shake of his head. "I—I can't," he rasped. His breathing was shallow, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled against the overwhelming pressure of the second pup.

Goku and Vegeta's voices cut through the room like knives, their bickering escalating once more. "Tch. Typical Saiyan twins. Come on, boy!" Vegeta nagged. "Just push harder!"

 

Goku snorted. "Vegeta, he's not a machine! Give him a break!"

 

"He's a Super Sayian! This should be a piece of cake." He scoffed. "And this is exactly why I'm so tough on Trunks with his training."

 

"What? You expect Trunks to push out a baby one day?" Goku laughed.

 

"No, moron. I just expect—"

 

"Get out!" Trunks snapped. He growled loudly, his voice sharp and silencing. Already on edge, he was not having it. "You two are not helping! This is not the time for your stupid arguments!"

Both Goku and Vegeta froze, staring at him.

 

"Leave!" He growled again

 

Reluctantly Vegeta stormed out of the room.

 

Goku whined, but followed behind him.

 

"It hurts!" Goten cried. "I can't! I can't!"

"Yes, you can," Trunks pressed, his voice unwavering despite his pale complexion. He cupped Goten's face, pressing his forehead to his mate's. "You're the strongest person I know. You can do this, baby."

Chi-Chi, however, couldn't handle the shock. With a weak moan, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"I knew that was coming," Bulma muttered, shaking her head. "Goku! Come back and tend to your wife!" Her face was a mask of disbelief. She wiped the sweat from her brow. "How the hell did I miss an entire other pup?" She was sweating profusely, her mind racing through every ultrasound and scan she had conducted. "I'm gonna need a cigarette after this."

Trunks tightly held the first baby, his daughter, in his arms, but his focus was torn between her and Goten's continued cries.

"Alright, Goten, another push," Bulma ordered, positioning herself once more.

Goten gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing golden. His energy spiked as a primal force overtook him, and in a burst of power, he went Super Saiyan. His golden aura crackled in the room, making everyone step back slightly. "Ah!" He cried. "T-Trunks!" With one final, Herculean effort, he pushed, and the second pup was born.

This pup was silent. It made Trunks' heart nearly stop, but then a tiny cry filled the air. Bulma lifted the newborn, her face still carrying shock. "The boy," she murmured. "How did I mix this up?"

Goten weakly smiled. "Saga."

The firstborn, a beautiful baby girl. Her features both delicate and striking. Her skin was a soft tan, glowing with the warmth of new life. She came out with a thick head of hair, a jet-black color, complimented with purple streaks. It was as if the colors of her parents' auras had melded into her very being. What truly stood out, however, were her eyebrows. One was jet black, a perfect match for her hair, while the other was a soft lilac hue, almost surreal against her dark features. Her brown eyes blinked up at Trunks, full of wonder and curiosity. Her tiny hands curled around her father's finger, grasping onto him with a quiet strength.

The secondborn, Saga Kai, immediately made his presence known with a loud, persistent cry, unlike his sister's calm demeanor. Ultraviolet hair, framed his tiny face. It was not as thick as his sister's, however it was noticeable. He was a subtle mix of both parents, but the soft blue hue of his eyes are what stood proud. Pale skin, almost alabaster, in stark contrast to his sister's tan complexion. His eyes, wide and bright, were the same deep blue as Trunks'. They had an unmistakable softness that spoke to Goten's gentle nature. 

Trunks let out a watery laugh, pressing a kiss to Goten's forehead. "We have two," he whispered.

Goten, utterly exhausted, barely managed a smile before his head lolled against the pillows, spent. Despite the exhaustion, there was peace in his expression, as if he had finally found the missing pieces of his soul.

Trunks held them both in his arms.

Chapter 27: Chapter XXVII: S.K. & K.S.

Summary:

the aftermath.

Chi-Chi's eyes fluttered. Her head pounded as she groggily sat up. She looked to her husband, who was silently fanning her. The room was still, the tension in the air palpable. "W-What happened?" She croaked, cradling her cheek.

 

"Vegeta and I had to leave the room, and then you passed out," Goku said with a giggle. 

 

Chi-Chi's forehead shriveled. "Why did I—" her eyes widened. She jumped from the couch, practically knocking Goku over. She dashed to her son's room. Upon entering she observed Bulma, who was fussing with the medical equipment she packed. The teal-haired mother occasionally glanced at Goten, then making notes in her datapad. The soft hum of the machinery was a strange comfort, but it didn't ease Chi-Chi's concern.

 

"Glad to see you're awake," Bulma said.

 

"What happened?" Chi-Chi asked, disoriented yet focused. Her maternal instincts kicked in as soon as she saw her son, who was passed out in the bed. His hand loosely held Trunks', who was holding the newborns; One in the crook of his arm, the other awkwardly in his lap. "Are the babies—?"

 

"The babies are fine, Chi-Chi. Just a bit smaller than expected." Bulma didn't look up, voice firm.

 

Chi-Chi glared at her, shaking off the lingering fog. "Fine? That doesn't sound fine to me. He was early! And he had twins!" She glanced at her sleeping son. "My baby, he's so exhausted! As soon as he wakes I'm taking him to a real doctor. I should've trusted my gut. You had no clue what you were doing!"

 

Bulma's eyes snapped up from her datapad, expression hard. "It's a Saiyan pregnancy, Chi-Chi. I know exactly what I'm doing." She sighed, then continued with a quieter tone. "I've been studying this for years. Goten received the best care possible. A delivery room wouldn't know what to do with him. Plus, I've been through two similar births now. And seeing as you have too, you should trust me on this."

 

The overprotective mother curled her hands into a fist. "You're right, I should trust you. But he had another pup! With all your high-end technology you should've picked up on that!"

 

"Saiyan pregnancies are difficult. I didn't detect the second life because their hearts beat as one. One heart beat, one baby." 

 

Chi-Chi stepped closer, voice rising. "You're just a scientist! What the hell do you know about actual pregnancies and births?" Her words were sharp, each laced with stress and anxiety.

 

As the women continued with their back and forth, Trunks stirred. His body ached from the adrenaline high. He blinked sleepily, breath hitching when he felt warmth against his chest. He looked down, noticing the warmth was doubled. Twins. His heart pounded, panic creeping in. They had only prepared for one. One heartbeat, one baby... one future. Yet now—two. His mind raced. A soft movement pulled him from his thoughts. Saga Kai yawned, nestling closer. His daughter curled her tiny fingers against his chest. Trunks exhaled shakily.

 

He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep with Goten; The excitement must have worn on him. In the crook of his arm lay his daughter, and sitting in his lap his son. He groggily smiled at them. How perfect, even if he was underprepared.

 

Yawning, he cringed at the tension in the room. His brows furrowed as he looked to his mother and mother-in-law. "Mom," he said softy. However, his mom was too enthralled in her argument to notice. "Chi-Chi." Ignored again. This time their voices getting even louder. His nostrils flared when Goten twitched. "Ssshhh!" he whisper-yelled, finally getting their attention. "Goten and the pups are resting. Keep yelling and you'll wake them up."

 

Both mothers immediately stopped arguing, noticing the irritation in his voice. 

 

Chi-Chi exhaled. She crossed her arms and looked toward the window. "Fine. We'll talk later," a concession that Bulma begrudgingly accepted.

 

Bulma adjusted her glasses and moved closer to her son. She examined the residue on each newborn. "How about we get these bundles of joy cleaned up for you?" She whispered. The faintest hint of a smile played on her lips while admiring the babies. "I think it's about time Grandmas meet their grandchildren properly."

 

Trunks exchanged an unsure glance with his mother. Pups mine. No touch. He stared at his children, who were in a deep sleep. He couldn't let go. Pups mine! No touch! The aggressive voice in his head seemed to get louder. However, he forced himself to ignore his hindbrain. Carefully, reluctantly, he handed the twins over. His fingertips lingered on the warmth of their tiny bodies. His chest tightened when he watched Bulma and Chi-Chi cradle them.

 

As soon as Chi-Chi kissed Saga Kai, and Bulma lovingly tickled his daughter, Trunks felt an unexpected twinge of possessiveness. His protective instincts soared. The teen's body stiffened, posture shifting. A low, guttural growl escaped him before he could stop it. It was not loud, yet it was enough to make both women freeze; a brief tension hung in the air.

 

Bulma's eyes flickered to him. Chi-Chi looked up. Their brows furrowed in surprise. "Trunks," Chi-Chi said, voice wavering, "what's wrong?"

 

Trunks cleared his throat, face growing red. He shook his head as the canine instincts roared to the forefront, demanding control. Instinctively, he wanted to have the pups back in his arms. Yet, he quickly realized his reaction was unnecessary. He sighed. "I'm sorry," the new-father muttered. He forced himself to relax, his breaths steadying. "I, um, didn't mean to growl."

 

Bulma raised an eyebrow. There was no judgment in her gaze. "It's okay, honey. I understand."

 

Chi-Chi, too, seemed to accept it. "You've always been protective, but they're in good hands," she reassured. She looked at her grandson. Her face softened. "I won't let anything happen to them."

 

Trunks exhaled slowly, chest still tight. The surge of dominance began to ebb. He nodded, forcing a small, apologetic smile. "I know. It's just... They're... everything to me."

 

"I know," Bulma whispered, "they are to all of us."

 

Trunks watched as the two women left the room to clean his pups. From behind, he swore it looked like one of the pups had a... tail? He shook his head, convincing himself he was just tired. He would've seen it while he was holding them. His eyes remained glued to the mothers' backs until they were no longer in sight. A twinge of worry coddled him. He looked to Goten, then to the door. He looked at Goten, who was still resting, then back at the door. Goten. Door. Goten. Door. Goten. Door. He stood from the gaming chair, figuring it wouldn't hurt to check on the pups.

 

"Sit."

 

Trunks jumped at the sight of his father. "Father, you're still here?"

 

"Of course I'm still here. Now sit."

 

Reluctantly, Trunks sat back down. There was no use trying to get around the emotionless boulder who blocked the exit way. He anxiously tapped his knee. "Listen, I'm sorry for—"

 

"No apologies necessary, son." Vegeta interrupted, stepping further into the room. He leaned against the wall, crossing one leg over the other. "What are you going to name her?"

 

Trunks blinked. He rubbed the back of his head, that undoubtedly needed a comb-through. "Haven't thought about it yet."

 

Vegeta grunted. He closed his eyes, crossing his arms. Silently he walked over to the window. He stared out into the night, like the darkness outside could hold the answers he sought. Trunks knew his father's mind worked in overdrive, constantly shifting between calculations, decisions, and sometimes, unspoken concerns. He could see it now—the furrowed brow, the tension in his posture. 

 

His father was a man of few words. Usually, he spoke  with selection and truth. Vegeta knew he did not need to ramble on. Say something. And mean it. Trunks observed his father breathe slowly. "Kara Sai." The Sayian Prince faced his son. "And you'll raise her to be a warrior."

 

Trunks mouth parted. Kara Sai. He rolled the name around in his head. Definitely had an interesting ring to it, especially when compared to her brother's. "Saga Kai... Kara Sai." He mumbled. He sat straight, looking at his father. "I like it." He then frowned, a serious glint surrounding his baby blues. "And we will raise her how we see fit."

 

Vegeta opened one eye. He closed it, smirking. He turned the corner to leave the room. "We'll just see about that."

 

Trunks caught the slight smile. He smirked as well. "Yeah. We will."

 

As Vegeta exited, Goten began to stir. Warmth surrounded him, a comforting presence pressed against his side. Yet, something felt... off. The omega's body ached, a dull soreness settling into his limbs. Though that wasn't what sent panic surging through his chest. It was the emptiness—the distinct, gut-wrenching absence of something he knew should be there. His eyes shot open, pupils dilated as he bolted upright. His heart slammed against his ribs. "Where are they?" His voice cracked, raw with terror. His hands immediately went to his stomach, now soft and slightly de-bloated. It confused him as his scent was still thick with lingering traces of birth. "Alpha, where are they? Where are our pups?"

 

Trunks immediately leaned over the bed, hands stroking his mate's skin, calmingly. "Goten, breathe," he soothed, slipping into his register instinctively. "Mom's just cleaning them up. That's all. They're safe."

 

Goten couldn't hear him. His mind raced, heart hammering as his breaths came in short gasps. His eyes darted around the room, causing him to get dizzy. "I—I need them, Trunks," he stammered, voice breaking. "I have to—what if something's wrong? What if—"

 

Trunks cupped his face, firm but gentle. "They're okay," he whispered, forehead pressing against Goten's. "I promise. Moms wouldn't let anything happen to them."

 

Slowly, Goten's breathing steadied, though his hands still shook. He collapsed back against the pillows, pressing a hand over his chest as if trying to calm the wild beast in his heart.

 

Trunks fingers lightly trailed over Goten's wrist in a grounding touch. "I know it's a lot," he murmured. "You were exhausted, Goten. You needed rest."

 

Goten swallowed thickly, still struggling to process everything. "I just... I thought it was one," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I thought we were having one pup." He looked up at Trunks, a mix of awe and apprehension in his dark eyes. "How the hell are we gonna handle two?"

 

Trunks exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. "We'll figure it out," he said, though even he sounded overwhelmed now. "It's not like we're alone. We have Mom, Dad, your parents... hell, even Gohan will probably step in."

 

"But still," Goten muttered, running a hand down his face. "Two. Two. I could barely wrap my head around one, and now we have double the diapers, double the crying, double—everything."

 

Trunks huffed a quiet laugh, reaching over to squeeze Goten's hand. "Yeah. But also double the love. Double the laughter." He smirked slightly. "Double the trouble."

 

Goten let out a breathy chuckle despite himself, shaking his head. "Great. Just what we need—two little troublemakers running around with Saiyan blood."

 

Trunks grinned, then squeezed his hand tighter. "We've got this, babe. We'll learn as we go." His expression softened. "And no matter what, we'll protect them. Together."

 

Goten met his gaze, some of the fear ebbing away. The panic wasn't gone, not completely—but since waking up, he was okay. Safe. And then, as if on cue, a soft cry echoed from the other room. Goten's entire body tensed.

 

Trunks smiled. "Sounds like someone doesn't like baths."

 

Goten let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his eyes. "Yeah, sounds like it."

 

...

 

Bulma gently held the newborn in her arms, heart swelling as the tiny girl blinked up at her. She ran her finger along the baby's soft cheek, marvelling at her tiny features. The grandmother's fingers froze. The newborn girl had a tail—a brown, little Saiyan tail. Thick and soft, curling against her tiny back.

 

Chi-Chi, who was looking down at her grandson, noticed it simultaneously; Her focus was immediately drawn to the girl's tail. "She has a tail...," she murmured with a mix of awe and disbelief. "I thought... I thought it was just Gohan's curse."

 

Bulma, initially shocked, smiled. Her eyes shone with pride. "It's a recessive gene... she's pure Saiyan, Chi-Chi. A gift from her grandfathers."

 

Chi-Chi rolled her eyes. She watched her granddaughter wiggle in Bulma's arms, the tail swishing gently. There was an unexpected warmth in her chest as she realized this baby girl—inherited part of her son and her husband. "As amazing as it seems, it only makes me worry," she sighed, "I don't want her to turn into a little delinquent."

 

"Oh something tells me as long as you're around she'll be the furthest thing from a delinquent." Bulma joked, drying her granddaughter with a baby towel. She tickled her tiny toes, which made the baby wiggle all the more—this time with a precious smile. 

 

Chi-Chi lightly laughed as she diapered Saga. "Oh I'll make sure she stays the little cutie pie she is." A single tear fell from her eye. She sniffled. "I suppose there's no going back now," she accepted, "besides, they're too perfect." She kissed Saga's small forehead, finger tracing the soft lines of his brow.

 

Bulma finished clothing her granddaughter in a yellow onesie. Improvising, she used scissors to cut a small hole for her tail. There baby didn't fuss. Her tail then curled protectively around her body. "She's going to be strong, just like her father," Bulma whispered, as if the words are a quiet promise.

 

The two women continued to carefully pamper the babies. For a moment, the fighting and arguments didn't exist anymore. They were replaced by a quiet sense of unity. The bond between the two mothers, often fraught with tension, was unbreakable. The love for these children made their bloodline all the more powerful. These new lives would only carry legacies forward. A long road was ahead for their sons, and for them as well. 

 

...

 

A gentle knock at the door pulled Goten and Trunks from their conversation. Bulma and Chi-Chi stood there, smiling softly, each cradling a tiny bundle in their arms. Bulma stepped forward first, her blue eyes gleaming with pride. She held the delicate infant girl, wrapped snugly in a yellow onesie. A tiny pink headband adorned her wispy, black and lilac hair. "Well, look who's finally awake," the scientist teased.  

 

Beside her, Chi-Chi beamed. She held baby Saga, dressed in a snug green onesie. His tiny fist peeked out from the fabric, twitching as he made soft noises in his sleep. Chi-Chi's usual sharp demeanor had softened, her eyes brimming with adoration as she gazed at her grandson. "Time you two finally get to hold your babies," Chi-Chi said, stepping forward with Bulma.  

 

Goten swallowed, his throat tight. He had been so caught up in the shock of it all—of having two pups—that the reality of it hadn't fully sunk in. Now, seeing them up close, so small, so perfect... his breath hitched.  

 

Bulma carefully leaned down, placing the baby girl in Trunks' arms, while Chi-Chi eased Saga into Goten's. The moment Goten felt the warmth of his son against his chest, the world shifted. It was the last piece of a puzzle snapping into place. The weight was so small, yet so impossibly huge.  

 

Trunks let out a shaky breath, his thumb brushing over her soft cheek. "She's so small," he whispered.  

 

Goten nodded, staring at the baby boy nestled against him. His heart clenched. Trunks swallowed thickly. His gaze flickered to Goten, seeing the sheen of unshed tears in his mate's eyes—mirroring his own. For a second, they simply sat there, overwhelmed by the lives they had brought into the world. The gentle rise and fall of their pups' tiny chests, the faint sounds of their breathing, every little movement sent another wave of emotions.

 

Trunks' fingers twitched when he saw it. His stomach flipped. "Uh—Mom?" His voice pitched slightly, panic creeping in. "Sh- she has a tail."

 

Bulma smirked, amused by the alarm in his tone. "Of course, she has a tail, Trunks. She's Saiyan."  

 

Trunks' grip instinctively tightened around his daughter as his mind raced. "What if she stares at the moon?" His tan skin paled at the thought. "We'll have to cut it off. Or keep her inside on full moons. Or both!"  

 

Goten blinked, then let out a choked laugh. "Trunks, relax. We'll figure it out."  

 

Bulma rolled her eyes. "You're way too panicky for someone raised by Vegeta. He had a tail once too, you know."  

 

Trunks groaned, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, and father also turned into a giant rampaging ape! That is not happening to my daughter!"  

 

Chi-Chi waved a dismissive hand, face still glowing with joy. "Oh, hush, Trunks. If she's anything like my precious Gohan, she won't cause that much trouble. Besides, Goku can probably help if that does happen."  

 

Trunks still looked wary, but as his daughter squirmed slightly in his arms, his concern melted. He stroked the tiny brown tail, watching how it curled lazily before settling again. "Gods," he breathed, shaking his head. "She really is perfect, isn't she?"  

 

Goten smiled at him, warmth flooding his chest. "Yeah," he agreed, "they both are."  

 

After a beat of silence, Trunks looked to Goten hesitantly. "You know, father actually suggested a name for her."  He shifted the baby girl in his arms. "He said we should name her Kara Sai. A play on her brother's name, I'm assuming."  

 

Goten was quiet for a moment. How strange for Vegeta to act like he cared. Though it was unexpected, when he looked at their daughter, peaceful in Trunks' hold, he found himself smiling. "Kara Sai," he repeated softly. "I actually... I like it."  

 

Trunks blinked. "For sure?"  

 

Goten nodded, reaching over to brush a gentle finger against the baby's cheek. "Yeah. Sounds badass. It fits."  

 

Bulma grinned, clearly pleased.

 

Chi-Chi clasped her hands together in delight. "Oh! Saga Kai and Kara Sai! My precious grandbabies!" Her excitement suddenly bubbled over. She gasped dramatically. "I have to tell everyone!" Before anyone could stop her, Chi-Chi practically launched herself toward the kitchen. Forgetting the grudge she held concerning Goten's future, she hurriedly picked up the house phone. "I need to call Gohan! And Krillin! And—oh, dad! Maybe Whis too? We need a celebration!"  

 

Trunks and Goten exchanged a confused glance as Chi-Chi's voice rang through the halls; Shouting about recipes and phone calls. The omega shook his head, still cradling Saga Kai close. "Well," he mused, "I guess we know she's excited now."  

 

Trunks chuckled, pulling Kara closer. "Have we ever considered she might be a bit bipolar?"

 

"Oh many times," Goten said. He then smiled, pressing a kiss to Trunks' cheek. "So, are you ready for this adventure?"

 

Without hesitation, Trunks replied, "absolutely. We've got this."

 

And for the first time since finding out he was pregnant, Goten truly believed it.

Chapter 28: Chapter XXVIII: Progress

Summary:

life with two babies…

The Journey (Jason Tarver)

A month passed since the twins were born, and life had settled into a steady rhythm. Parenthood wasn't easy, but it was rewarding. The long nights and early mornings blurred together, filled with soft cries, late-night feedings, and the warmth of two tiny bodies nestled against them.  

 

Kara Sai and Saga Kai were growing at an impressive rate, their Saiyan blood ensuring they were stronger and more alert than most infants. Kara Sai had already developed a personality that could rival Vegeta's. She was beautiful, with striking features that turned heads, but she had a sass that made daily routines a challenge—especially for Goten. Dressing her in the morning was a full-blown fight. She kicked, wiggled, and flailed her little arms in protest, making it nearly impossible to get her into an outfit. Her tail would always wrap around Goten's arm, prohibiting him from dressing her. However the moment Trunks walked into the room, everything changed. Her fussing stopped almost instantly, replaced by a bright, innocent smile. She was a daddy's girl through and through.  

 

Saga Kai was much calmer. He rarely cried and spent most of his time observing the world around him. He had Trunks' sharp stare, always watching, analyzing. Sometimes, he would stare at people for so long it made them uneasy. His grip was strong too, always reaching for Trunks' sword or tugging at Goten's shirt with surprising strength. While Kara Sai ruled the house with attitude, Saga Kai remained quiet, a steady presence in their family.  

 

Despite the whirlwind of parenthood, life outside of their home continued. Trunks had begun working part-time at Capsule Corp, just as he had promised his mother. He had hoped it would be a simple task, just enough to appease Bulma while keeping his focus on his family. Instead, he found himself drowning in responsibilities. Every morning, Trunks left home dressed in tailored Capsule Corp suits, custom-designed for both function and style. His schedule was filled with meetings, contract signings, and overseeing company policies. HR work wasn't thrilling, but it gave him insight into the business world. He had a natural presence in the office. His confidence and leadership skills made people listen, even when he didn't care.  

 

Not everyone welcomed him with open arms, unfortunately. Gossip about his relationship and sudden fatherhood still plagued him. Negative co-workers saw him as a reckless employee thriving from nepotism, while others viewed his family as a new era for Capsule Corp. Bulma supported him unconditionally, encouraging him to embrace his position. She handled the board members when they got too pushy, stepping in before Trunks lost his temper. His days at work were long, his thoughts always drifted back home. Every hour, he found himself checking his phone for updates from Goten or scrolling through photos of the twins. No matter how much he accomplished at Capsule Corp, nothing felt as important as the life waiting for him outside those office walls.  

 

Trunks had Capsule Corp's resources at his disposal, and he used them to build the perfect home. Their estate sat on several acres of land, surrounded by towering trees and endless stretches of greenery. A long, private road led to the entrance, guarded by a state-of-the-art security gate, reinforced with AI surveillance and motion sensors. Vegeta had insisted on testing the defenses himself, but after nearly blowing up the backyard, Bulma banned him from further "security checks."  

 

The house itself was warm, designed with comfort. The exterior was sleek, with dark stone walls and floor-to-ceiling glass windows that reflected the landscape. Inside, every room had been carefully curated to suit their family. The living area was a masterpiece. Plush navy blue sectionals formed a perfect gathering space around a floating fireplace, its flames flickering behind a glass enclosure. A massive holo-screen stretched across one wall, programmed to display anything from movies to security footage. Soft ambient lighting adjusted throughout the day, mimicking natural sunlight. 

 

The kitchen was a chef's dream. A black marble island with built-in touchscreens sat at the center, surrounded by high-tech appliances that responded to voice commands. A walk-in pantry was fully stocked to handle Goten's cravings, from rare Saiyan meats to Earthly comfort foods. The dining area featured a long mahogany table, large enough to seat their entire extended family. 

 

Their bedroom was a retreat from the chaos of the day. The bed was massive, draped in dark gray silk sheets and thick comforters. A glass wall opened up to a private balcony, overlooking the vast property. The ceiling had been modified to mimic a night sky, shifting with constellations that glowed in the dark.

 

The nursery was a world of its own. An enchanted pond, designed to bring the beauty of nature indoors. The walls were painted in deep shades of green and misty blue, hand-painted with water lilies, koi fish, and dragonflies. A small indoor waterfall feature trickled softly in the corner, filling the room with the gentle sound of running water. Above the cribs, real fireflies had been trained to act as nightlights, glowing softly as they hovered near the ceiling. Kara Sai's crib sat beneath a hanging canopy of silk lotus petals, dyed in soft shades of lilac and ivory. Her bedding was pastel greens and purples, embroidered with tiny frogs and dragonflies. 

 

Saga Kai's crib was positioned closer to the waterfall. His blankets were deep blue, patterned with swirling golden koi fish. Above him, a floating holographic dragonfly flapped its wings, syncing with a built-in music player that played soft, calming music. Between the cribs sat a hand-carved rocking chair, cushioned with cloud-like fabric. A bookshelf lined the wall, filled with old Saiyan legends, Earth fairy tales, and bedtime stories from both worlds.  

 

Through it all, Goten remained focused on his education. His graduation was approaching fast, a milestone that felt almost surreal after everything he had been through. Though he was homeschooled, he would still be included in Blue Hal High's ceremony. The venue was Westwood Garden Hall, known for its glass ceilings and vibrant indoor gardens.

 

Chi-Chi had thrown herself into planning. She had gone from furious about his pregnancy to his most devoted supporter. Gohan had also stepped in, helping him prepare for his college entry essay. Goten had officially chosen his career path. He would be pursuing software development, turning his passion for video games into something real.  

 

I'm Tired (Labrinth)

 

Fatherhood was a haze of feedings, crying, and barely-there sleep. For Goten, it felt like waking up inside a life he hadn't fully prepared for—one filled with equal parts wonder and emotional quicksand. Everyone said it would get easier. 

They were only half right.

 

Goten had always been strong. Maybe not in the same way Gohan was—academic and precise—or Goku, who could smile through anything. No, Goten's strength had always been quieter. Adaptive. But nothing could have prepared him for how much he'd feel. The twins were perfect. Unbelievably perfect. But his body still didn't feel like his own, and his mind—his mind felt like it was always running, always doubting. 

 

Time felt both slow and slippery, like honey melting on a too-hot plate. The boys' lives had changed irrevocably, and though they were young and deeply in love, the weight of adulthood had crashed down on them harder than either had anticipated.

 

Goten, once full of mischief and light, now walked with a hesitant quietness. His body was still healing, both physically and emotionally. He spent most days barefoot in the nursery, hair messy, eyes tired. Sometimes he'd hum softly to the twins. Other times, he'd just sit in the rocking chair, silent, staring.

 

Bulma and Chi-Chi had stepped up where they could—Bulma with medical support and check-ins, Chi-Chi with meals and the occasional scolding about hydration. Even with their help, Goten was struggling. Badly. He had started therapy three weeks after the delivery, not because anyone forced him, but because one night he found himself crying uncontrollably in the shower, biting his knuckles to keep from waking the pups.

 

He was diagnosed with postpartum depression.

 

"I don't know who I am anymore," he whispered during one of his sessions, legs tucked up on the couch. "I don't feel like a warrior or a mate or even a father figure. I just feel... empty."

 

Meanwhile, Trunks was trying to be everywhere at once. Working part-time at Capsule Corp to "maintain face," as Bulma put it, Trunks was trying to prove he was still capable of leadership—even if his heart was always back home with Goten and the babies. 

 

The stress showed. On his face. In his short temper. In the way he overtrained late at night, pushing his body past limits he hadn't tested since the Tournament of Destroyers. He trained hard to keep his body in peak condition, but it was less about health and more about control—about not spiraling.

 

The tension in their home was thick, unspoken. There were moments—rare and fleeting—where they'd sit together on the couch and life felt normal. More often though, they barely touched. Didn't argue much— but they drifted. Kissed less. Talked less. Their love hadn't dimmed, but it had been tucked away, buried beneath exhaustion, hormones, and the massive task of raising two newborn Saiyan hybrids.

 

Valentine's Day came and went like a sigh.

 

Goten had worn red silk pajama pants and a nervous smile, hoping maybe they could try. The omega hadn't been cleared for sex until six weeks postpartum. Alas, Trunks kissed his knuckles and whispered, "Not yet. I can feel you're still healing." So, they fell asleep with their foreheads touching, both hard and aching, neither satisfied.

 

The fights were unexpectedly cruel. 

 

Seemingly out of nowhere. Just an eruption of emotions that had been building in a volcano for days.

 

"Can't you help me?" Goten asked, visibly struggling to feed the twins.

 

Trunks couldn't help but focus on the omega's chest. Goten's pectorals were practically C-cups at this point. His pants tightened. "You could at least say hello first," the Alpha sighed, setting his briefcase on the counter. "I've had a really long day—"

 

"Okay, and I've been in pup hell." Goten interrupted. "I haven't slept since you left this morning. Kara has been crying all day, and Saga has sucked me raw because he's refusing to drink from his bottle. Not to mention, I've changed four blowouts."

 

Trunks observed his mate lay the crying babies down on their play-mat. Trunks was still in his Capsule Corp uniform, dress shirt unbuttoned at the throat, tension radiating off of him. The new-father began to respond, but the sight of his developed mate deceived him. Goten's chest was full—round and soft and flushed from the pressure of milk build-up. Through the fabric of his thin undershirt, Trunks could see a bead of milk trailing down one side, glistening. His scent, damp and hormonal, hit Trunks hard. 

 

There was a saltiness to it now. Sadness. Neglect. Rawness.

 

"I'm awake 20 hours of the day anymore!" Goten cried, whipping around to face Trunks. "I haven't had time to even eat! I turn my back for 5 seconds and Saga has broke something else with his super strength!"

 

They were standing inches apart now, breathing heavily. A bead of milk slowly trickled down from Goten's left nipple, soaking into the fabric. Trunks' breath hitched. His instincts flared like wildfire, burning through the fog of anger and guilt. His nostrils flared. His mouth went dry.

 

"Stop staring at me like that," Goten snapped.

 

"I can't," Trunks murmured, voice low, primal. "You smell like heat and milk and—it's driving me insane."

 

Goten scoffed. He backed up a step, but Trunks was already moving, his alpha instincts surging past reason. One hand cupped the back of Goten's head as he leaned in, kissing him hard—desperate, messy, bruising.

 

Goten gasped, caught off guard, his body arching against Trunks' by instinct alone. Trunks pushed him back, and the next thing Goten knew, he was on the couch, pinned under the weight of his mate.

 

Trunks' hand gripped Goten's thigh as their lips clashed again, the months of celibacy, sleepless nights, and physical ache pouring into each touch. 

 

Kara Sai's gut wrenching cries plagued the moment. Goten froze, the heat in his body giving way to sudden cold. "Trunks—wait," he said breathlessly, shoving at his chest. "Stop— Kara needs me."

 

The Alpha growled with need. For a fleeting, intoxicating moment, Trunks lost himself completely. Being on top of the omega, feeling the warmth of his mate beneath him, the scent of milk and sweat clinging to their bodies—it reawakened something buried under months of restraint. His alpha instincts surged, primal and greedy, thrilled by the weight of control, the sheer dominance of claiming what was his. He didn't hear the muffled cries of the pups. Frankly didn't care. He didn't register Goten's trembling voice telling him to stop. All he knew was the feeling of power again—finally—after so long of feeling helpless. The world narrowed to the rhythm of his hips and the silence of his own need.

 

"God baby, I've missed you." Trunks whispered into his ear.

 

Goten continued to push back. He glanced over to the pups, noticing Saga was getting upset too. "Trunks! Let me up! Ple—"

 

The Alpha forcefully kissed Goten. "Sshh. Take it baby boy, I need this. We need this." He grabbed the omega's shorts, yanking them off his legs. He began to grind against the boy's cocklet, moaning at the sensation. The smell of sweet breastmilk was maddening. "Omega mine." He said, ripping Goten's shirt in two, then aggressively sucking his cracked nipples.

 

"No!" Goten yelled, ki flaring. He pushed Trunks with enough force to send him into the wall. "Our pups are crying!"

 

The haze lifted like smoke after a fire, and Trunks froze—his breath ragged. He rubbed the back of his head in pain. Reality slammed into him with brutal clarity: the tears on Goten's cheeks, the tremble in his voice, the silence that followed the broken pleas. Shame curled deep in Trunks' chest, tightening around his heart like a vice. He stood slowly, horrified of himself, his voice caught in his throat. "I—I didn't mean to..." he whispered, eyes wide with guilt. The rush of dominance was gone, replaced with a sickening ache. He'd crossed a line.

 

Goten sat up, rushing to the twins. He quickly scooped up Kara and Saga. He shushed their cries the best he could without crying himself.

 

"I wasn't thinking. Gods, I'm so sorry, Goten. I just... I lost it."

 

"Yeah, you did."  He choked out, walking past him. "I'm not your sex toy. I'm not just some omega you can shove your knot into over and over—"

 

"I never said you were."

 

"Yeah, but you're sure acting like it!"

 

Trunks reached out to console his lover. Goten ignored his attempt, slamming the nursery door behind him.

 

Heal (Tom Odell)

 

Goten didn't speak to him for days. He focused on the twins, on therapy, on healing. He didn't hate Trunks. That would've been easier. 

 

Bulma popped in one morning and gently suggested a couples' counselor. Not because she wanted to meddle, but because she'd seen that look in her son's eyes before—after the Cell Games. The look of someone who knew they had hurt someone they loved. She didn't need to know the details, but the bruise on the omega's thigh spoke volumes. 

 

Eventually, Goten agreed to go. Not because he was ready to forgive, but because he wasn't ready to give up. Their first session was awkward. Silent. Painful. Trunks didn't try to explain what he had done. He didn't make excuses. He just said: "I was wrong. I scared you. I disrespected your body. I hurt because I hurt you... and the pups."

 

The therapist nodded, validating that moment of ownership. "Repair begins with accountability," she said. "But healing only happens with consistency."

 

Trunks showed up every week.

 

Sometimes, he brought lunch. Other times, he just sat and listened. He didn't reach for Goten unless he was asked. He didn't press for forgiveness. He simply showed up—quietly, painfully, and fully present. It was a slow process. Some days, Goten didn't want to look at him. Other days, he'd lean into his shoulder on the drive home, the familiarity too comforting to ignore. Then one night, when Kara had a bad fever and Goten hadn't slept in 30 hours, he finally broke down against Trunks' chest, sobbing quietly while their daughter cried between them.

 

"I'm tired," he whispered.

 

"I know," Trunks replied, kissing his forehead. "Let me help." So he did. Not with grand gestures or flowers or desperate apologies.

 

But by taking night duty without being asked.

 

By washing bottles before Goten noticed they were dirty.

 

By kissing the twins' cheeks and telling them every single day how lucky they were to have the strongest, bravest omega in the universe as their father.

 

7 Years (Lukas Graham)

 

Westwood Garden Hall was breathtaking.

 

Glass ceilings shimmered with sunlight, casting soft rainbows onto the polished floors. Cascading floral arrangements hung from wooden beams, woven with fairy lights that twinkled like stars. Vines spiraled up marble columns, filling the venue with the scent of fresh lavender and honeysuckle. The indoor garden that bloomed at the center of the hall pulsed with color—reds, blues, golds—framing the stage like a living halo.

 

The moment Goten stepped through the grand double doors, he froze.

 

This was it.

 

His name had been called a thousand times in training battles, tournaments, and family dinners. But today... it would be called in front of everyone—for something entirely his own. Not as Goku's son. Not as Trunks' mate. Not even as the twins' father.

 

Just Goten.

 

He adjusted his dark blue graduation gown, nerves fluttering in his chest. Beneath the robe, he wore a deep red shirt tucked into black dress slacks, tailored to fit his healing frame. A crimson sash marked his honors—his academic excellence, even through the storm of new parenthood.

 

He could hear the audience already. The sound of shuffling chairs, soft laughter, camera flashes. The murmur of pride.

 

Somewhere in the crowd... his family was waiting.

 

Chi-Chi had taken the front row, of course. She was radiant in a violet hanbok, tears already shining in her eyes before the ceremony had even begun. Gohan sat beside her, holding little Kara Sai in his lap while Videl gently rocked Saga Kai next to them. Pan bounced excitedly, waving a hand-drawn "GO UNCLE GOTEN!!" sign with glitter and stickers. Then there was Goku, who was nowhere in sight, because he had already found his way to the concession stand.

 

Bulma looked elegant and proud, flanked by Vegeta—who was doing a terrible job pretending he wanted to be there. Krillin, Android 18, and Marron also managed to show up, mainly because 18 was studying why humans celebrate moving on. 

 

Even Piccolo and Mr. Satan were there, arms crossed and expression neutral, but their eyes never left the stage. Goten rolled his eyes when he realized Mr. Satan had a camera crew filming, so he could advertise how great a person he was for attending a local high school graduation. "These are the faces of tomorrow!" He bellowed. 

 

And then, there was Trunks.

 

In the second row, but impossible to miss.

 

He was dressed casual today, sitting proud in his green G.I. jumpsuit. Bulla sat beside him, on her phone. His violet hair was wind-tossed. The usual, nonchalant composure was long gone. He chose to opt-out of the ceremony, acknowledging this was Goten's moment. He would be perfectly fine with receiving his diploma in the mail. His voice had already echoed through the hall multiple times before the ceremony even began: "THATS MY MATE! DONT YOU FORGET THE NAME, GOTEN! THE LEGEND!"

 

Everyone had laughed—except Goten, who nearly melted from embarrassment.

 

But now, as the music swelled and the announcer took the podium, Goten's breath hitched. The crowd quieted. Rows of graduates began to move, each name read out with pride, each step taken with a purpose. Then—

 

"Goten Son."

 

There was a pause.

 

Then the entire hall exploded.

 

Cheers rang out from every direction, but none louder than Trunks. He had leapt to his feet, both fists in the air, shouting like he was announcing the return of the universe's greatest fighter. "YES! THAT'S MY BABY! YOU DID IT, G! TIRED AND ALL!" Trunks roared.

 

Kara Sai's tail swished wildly, laughing with delight. Saga Kai babbled and kicked from his perch on Gohan's shoulder. Chi-Chi sobbed openly. Bulma pressed a hand to her chest. Even Vegeta allowed a sharp, proud nod.

 

And Goten?

 

He walked.

 

Not ran, not rushed—walked.

 

Shoulders back, chin high, eyes forward. Every step felt heavy with memory. Sleepless nights. Bottles warmed by ki. Panic attacks soothed by quiet therapy sessions. Tears shed in rocking chairs. Healing, heartbreak, HOPE!! When he reached the stage, the chancellor smiled warmly, handing him the diploma. "Congratulations, Mr. Son," he said.

 

Goten took it with shaking hands. He bowed. Then he turned, locking eyes with his family. The crowd seemed to cheer harder. Trunks was beaming—eyes glassy, pride bleeding from every inch of his being. Goten smiled back, and for a moment, time stilled. There was no postpartum pain, no doubt, no exhaustion. Just the feeling of being seen. Truly seen.

 

The graduates erupted into applause as Goten returned to his seat. As he passed by his family, Trunks reached out and caught his hand—pressed a kiss to it, whispering, "You did it, love."

 

"I did," Goten whispered back, voice trembling.

 

The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur, but Goten would remember that moment forever: the sound of his name, the swell of pride, the roar of the people who loved him more than life itself.

 

And above it all, the quiet, steady heartbeat of his mate beside him—constant, true, and still learning to love him better every day.

 

The evening ended with cake, balloons, gifts, and Trunks buried deep inside of Goten. The first time since he'd given birth to their children. The boys moaned, and cried, in sync. Exchanging the truest "I love you's." Silently promising to continue this wild journey... together.

 

Chapter 29: Epilogue

Summary:

back to the future

The late afternoon sun dipped low behind the Capsule Corp compound, casting long shadows across the pristine lawn. Birds chirped from the bonsai-lined fences as Trunks leaned back in a patio chair, a half-empty bottle of green tea sweating on the glass table beside him. Bulma chatted animatedly in the distance with Bulla, her hands flailing as she recounted a story about an unruly board meeting. Vegeta, true to form, stood shirtless with his arms crossed, watching the horizon like he was waiting for someone.

 

Peace was rare, but cherished.

 

The last few years... wild. Trunks and Goten watched their children grow into entirely different forces of nature. Kara Sai, fierce and sharp-tongued from the moment she could talk, quickly revealed a mischievous, devilish streak—much like her grandfather Vegeta—with a tendency to challenge authority and throw punches before asking questions. Meanwhile, Saga Kai showed a quieter, more contemplative nature, preferring to observe, train in silence, and avoid conflict when he could—traits that reminded everyone of Gohan in his youth. 

 

Despite their personality differences, the siblings were inseparable. Kara often becoming her brother's self-appointed protector, even when he didn't want her to be. Trunks and Goten had their hands full balancing their kids' polar opposite energies, but they could not be more proud watching them grow into strong, passionate young Saiyans, each with their own path to power.

 

Trunks exhaled deeply, appreciating the calm.

 

Until the sky rippled with yellow mist and a distinct engine-less whir echoed from above.

 

Trunks opened one eye, looking to the sky. "Here we go." He muttered. From the clouds, a flash of gold zipped toward them—a familiar shape trailing a bright tail behind it. Nimbus.

 

"Trunks!" Goten's voice cracked through the air like thunder. He descended fast, barely keeping the sacred cloud from spiraling as he held a squirming, pint-sized warrior by the back of her shirt. "Your daughter is on a 3 day suspension, again!" He landed hard, kicking up dust. 

 

Dangling from his grip was Kara, their fierce, wild-eyed eight-year-old daughter, her bangs soaked with sweat and her cheek sporting a bruise. She was smirking, despite the grass stains. "Three sixth graders." He exasperated. "She broke one kid's arm, kicked another into a vending machine, and threatened the third with a ki spark to the face."

 

"They called Saga a crybaby, daddy," Kara huffed, swinging like a bored cat in her father's grip. "And he didn't do anything about it. So I handled it."

 

Vegeta stepped forward with a rare grin and a low whistle. "That's my girl."

 

"Father, not helping," Trunks groaned, rubbing his temple.

 

Goten let Kara drop to the ground, where she stood and dusted off her pink dress. "They deserved it," she muttered.

 

"Yeah but the biting? Really Kara?" Goten said. "This is becoming a bad habit!"

 

Trunks sighed. He looked toward the side yard, where Saga Kai, also age 8, was floating cross-legged a few inches off the grass. His indigo hair fluttered in the breeze as he concentrated, a small golden flame of Super Saiyan aura flickering around him.

 

Trunks observed his son with pride—and concern. Saga had unlocked Super Saiyan nearly two months ago during a sparring match with Goku, entirely by accident. Trunks had taken too hard of a hit. Goku's punch sent him crashing into the ground, and for a second, Saga thought his dad wasn't getting back up. His ki had exploded in response. His body trembled, and before anyone could stop it, a golden aura erupted around him. His hair flared upward, glowing bright gold, eyes burning blue with raw emotion. He didn't scream—just stood there, transformed, staring at Goku with tears on his face and his fists clenched. It was the first time anyone had seen him angry.

 

Unfortunately Kara hadn't gotten there yet. "This is ridiculous," she huffed, arms crossed, tail-less back stiff as an arrow. "I train harder. I eat cleaner. I punch things more. And he's the one who turns gold first? If I had my tail I would've transformed already!"

 

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "You're still sulking about that?"

 

Trunks winced. "Don't egg her on. She's sensitive."

 

The truth was, Kara had lost her tail after a sparring session with Pan that got too heated. She was so upset she'd lost the match, she became inconsolable. Bulma, trying to prevent a rampage under a full moon, made the executive decision to have it surgically removed. Kara hadn't forgiven anyone involved.

 

Saga noticed his sister was increasingly getting upset. He calmly lowered himself to the ground, cheeks flushed. "I-I didn't mean to power up K, you know that," he said sheepishly. "It only happened 'cause daddy kept pretending to die. It made me really upset."

 

Kara blushed, embarrassed for her brother. "Well don't admit it!"

 

Despite the little girl's fury, Trunks crouched and looked his daughter in the eye. "I'm not mad at you, Kare Bear—".

 

"Ugh, Dad." 

 

"—you were standing up for your brother. That's what siblings do. But next time, maybe don't use a ki flare in the cafeteria?"

 

Goten groaned disapprovingly. "That's not the advice she needs to hear, babe."

 

Trunks swallowed, nodding. He always struggled when it came to being tough on his children. He was more of a "don't do it again, and I won't tell Papa" type of parent. "I appreciate you standing up for Saga, but he can handle himself. So, for the 3 days you're suspended, no TV."

 

Kara immediately stomped her foot. "But daddy! That's not fair—"

 

"No arguing. You'll live." He kissed her small forehead. "Actions have consequences, darling."

 

Goten nodded his head. He was admittedly proud of how far his Husband had come in their parenting journey. He watched Saga give his grieving sister a hug, realizing how good they were being raised. The omega smiled. Saga's quiet, comforting embrace seemed to melt Kara's tension faster than any punishment or reasoning could. His small hands patted her back the way Goten did when she had nightmares.

 

He chuckled to himself, heart warm despite the stern parenting moment. Trunks really stepped up. The man who once panicked over diaper changes and bottle feedings now spoke in calm, measured authority. Goten's gaze softened as a memory tugged at him—one from five years ago, a memory he would never forget.

 

The day had started with tension Trunks couldn't shake.

 

He'd woken up three hours before Goten, staring at the ceiling of their shared room with a ring box pressed so tightly in his hand he'd left marks on his palm. He'd spent weeks planning, adjusting, re-planning. The location changed five times. The guest list? Scrapped entirely—Trunks decided on something intimate, just the two of them. Every time he imagined kneeling in front of Goten, something inside him flipped: fear, love, and that ancient Alpha Saiyan instinct to claim, all tangled up.

 

He knew he didn't have to propose. They were already bonded physically, and in the eyes of their families. Goten carried his scent, wore his clothes when he was home alone, and their children were proof of a deeper tie. Yet, Trunks wanted more. He wanted vows. He wanted forever with the weight of intention, and he wanted to give Goten everything.

 

Favors were called in.

 

The Capsule Corp garden was cleared by security and decorated with thousands of tiny floating orbs—glowing like fireflies—hovering in lazy patterns above trimmed hedges and softly blooming night-flowers. It was all timed to the exact moment the sun dipped behind the West City skyline. The soft instrumental music—live—was curated to match Goten's aura, soft and sweet.

 

Bulma had cried when she saw the setup. Vegeta grunted; He wordlessly handed Trunks a family heirloom ring box before walking away.

 

By the time evening fell, Trunks had paced himself into a sweat. Goten had been told he was being taken out for a surprise anniversary dinner. He grumbled about his hair being flat and fretted over what he was going to wear on such short notice.

 

"You look good," Trunks said as Goten stepped outside. He meant it with every atom in his body.

 

Goten blinked, eyes taking in the sparkling garden, the soft glow, the scent of lavender on the warm air. Then he turned to Trunks—who was already lowering himself to one knee, his hands visibly shaking.

 

"Goten," Trunks began, voice raw, "do you remember the first time you kissed me?"

 

Goten tilted his head.

 

"It was after a battle. I was barely conscious and you thought you had lost me..." He rolled his eyes, grinning nonchalantly, "still can't believe you thought I was that soft. But after I woke, I barely opened my mouth before you confessed your love to me. You said you wouldn't know what to do with out me." Trunks bit his lip, holding up the ring. "Well. Ditto. 'Cause I wouldn't know what to do without you."

 

The ring itself was designed with Goten in mind—not flashy, but meaningful. Black titanium to reflect strength, a soft violet star-shaped gem at the center to represent their shared children and the stars they'd both wished on when they were young.

 

"I want the chaos," Trunks whispered, "the family, the fights, the foes, the endless piles of laundry and the sex in the shower. I want you—on the hard days, on the beautiful ones. I want to build a life with you on purpose, not by accident." He looked into the omega's eyes. "Will you marry me?"

 

Goten's jaw dropped.

 

He simply dropped to his knees in front of Trunks and hugged him so tightly the taller man nearly toppled backward. Then, between broken sobs and laughter, he whispered: "Of course I will. Ya softie—I've been yours."

 

They stayed like that for a while, kneeling in the middle of the glowing garden, Goten's tears staining Trunks' jacket, and Trunks' hands pressed against Goten's back like he was holding the universe together.

 

No kids. No parents. No paparazzi.

Just them. The sky full of stars.

 

The wedding was a dream and a nightmare.

 

Bulma insisted on an ultra-private venue that still somehow made headlines around the galaxy. The press had gone wild. 

 

Goten Son, male omega, to wed Capsule Corp heir in lavish ceremony!

 

Trunks Briefs; 

A disaster marrying a disaster!

 

As if their love were some spectacle to dissect and gawk at. Protestors formed outside the gates, pushing outdated prejudices, but their family stood firm.

 

Chi-Chi and Bulma nearly killed each other over the guest list. Vegeta refused to wear anything with ruffles or nonsense colors. The wedding colors were soft sage green and ivory—an elegant, understated choice that felt both peaceful and refined. Trunks wore a crisp ivory suit with a sage green tie and matching boutonniere, his look clean and timeless. Goten wore a sleeveless sage sherwani with delicate ivory embroidery, graceful and proud in his omega presence. 

 

Their twin toddlers were perfectly coordinated: Saga wore a miniature ivory blazer with a sage bowtie and tiny white loafers, while his sister twirled in a full white tulle dress with a sage sash and a matching flower crown nestled in her soft, streaked curls. Their 3 year old children toddled down the aisle beside Gohan and Bulla, both proud and exhausted. Saga had drooled on his bowtie. Kara had cried the entire time.

 

The boys said "I do" beneath a trellis of sakura blossoms. Trunks' voice had cracked. Goten's had wavered. They kissed as the sun dipped low, a soft golden light wrapping around them like the promise of peace.

 

After a night of celebration and too much champagne, Trunks and Goten stumbled into their honeymoon suite, flushed with laughter and love. The buzz of the evening still hummed in their veins as they kissed with the urgency of years of longing finally fulfilled. Clothes were forgotten somewhere between the door and the bed, their hands hungry and hearts full. Goten whispered Trunks' name like a promise as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, the world outside melting away. Bulla had cheerfully agreed to babysit Saga and Kara for the night—"Go be newlyweds," she'd said with a wink—leaving them free to lose themselves in each other without worry, just two husbands tangled in the quiet bliss.

 

"Hey," Trunks murmured, nudging his arm gently. "Where'd you go?"

 

Goten blinked, pulled from the memory. "Just... thinking about our wedding."

 

Trunks groaned playfully. "Please don't remind me. I had three bowel movements, two panic attacks, and nearly burned my suit the night before."

 

"You looked good, though."

 

"So did you. You always do."

 

They smiled at each other, tired and deeply in love.

 

Inside Trunks' parent's house, Kara had calmed down, now curled up beside her brother on the couch, both of them sharing a blanket. The light from the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting the whole living room in a soft orange glow.

 

Their daughter was a tiny warrior who fought bullies without blinking. Their son was already pushing past limits. Goten slid his hand into Trunks'. "We've done well, haven't we?"

 

Trunks glanced at their children and nodded. "More than well."

 

The young parents hummed happily; Proud. 

 

And somewhere in the distance, the Nimbus cloud circled like a lazy satellite—still waiting for Kara's soul to be a little more pure.

Chapter 30: Bonus: Their Life in Pictures

Summary:

enjoy!

 

 

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Notes:

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