Rebels Chapter 17: Fusions & Berries

“I’ll be training with Goten if you need me.” Trunks nodded politely to the other two Saiyans, but it was obvious that he couldn’t wait to get out of the meeting room.

“Restless brat…” Gion grumbled a bit, then relented and broke into a small smile. “Maybe I’ll join you myself. All these administrative meetings are going to turn me fat.”

Momo trilled merrily. “Gion, you will *never* be fat.” She jabbed an elegant finger into his side. “Look, it’s like poking a rock! Any fat you have is probably under your fingernails!” It was true; the older warrior was all whipcord and sinew, the faint network of old battle scars that criss-crossed his bronzed skin only serving to make him look even more dangerous and battle-hardened.

The two males broke into laughter at her comments. Momo hooked her arms through the two males, grinning. “C’mon, I think we all need the exercise.”

The weeks following Vegeta’s departure after his captured mate had been somewhat of an anticlimax after the exciting battle for the snowy planet. Once the defense matrix was set up, life on the bases had settled into a more placid routine of eat, train and sleep. At least for most of the other rebels.

After both Vegeta and Zarbon had left, Gion had been left solely in charge. The hard-bitten Saiyan took his duties seriously, sometimes too seriously and came across as a little stuffy. Momo and Trunks had been working together with him; Momo because she was the head of the scouts, and Trunks because he felt it was his duty as a prince.

Initially the two older Saiyans were a little skeptical of the younger prince, especially after they found out that he had little battle experience. To their surprise, the lavender-haired prince was as quick as his father and even more amazingly; he had the patience to sit through all the boring administrative meetings.

On his part, Trunks was glad of his experience as president of Capsule Corps, though he was starting to realize that this was quite a different ballgame from running a company. More was at stake here; a mistake on his or any of the other leaders’ part could result in casualties and not just a drop in the share prices. He grinned ruefully to himself; well, he had wanted adventure, and he had wanted to do something with his life.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Good news – My father contacted me last night. He said he caught up with Coolant and rescued Goku.” Trunks smirked. “Knowing dad, there probably wasn’t much left of Coolant after that.”

“That’s all he said?” Gion raised an eyebrow.

Trunks rolled his eyes. “I’m even lucky he bothered to contact me. You don’t know my dad; he hardly explains himself. I’ve no idea what he’s saving his words for.”

Goten notice the three as they entered the gym and walked over, grinning happily.

“How’s the training going?” Trunks asked curiously. Goten had taken to training the other fighters while Trunks was involved with his own duties. The two demi-Saiyans had also taken to wearing a mixture of leather and spandex that the rebels wore.

Goten raked his hand through his hair, combing out the unruly spikes so much like his father’s. “A little slow; there’s only one of me.”

“Why don’t you use that split technique your father taught you? The one he learned from Tien?” Trunks suggested.

A classic Son grin broke over Goten’s face as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Oh yeah. I forgot.”

At Gion’s and Momo’s puzzled experience, Trunks explained. “It allows one to spilt into two or three bodies, and each body is able to move independently. The only drawback is that one’s power level is spilt as well.”

“Then what good is it?” Momo asked curiously.

“Oh there are many uses for it… It’s good for solo training…” Trunks grinned naughtily. “And Goku tells me my father *really* likes it as well…”

Eyes widened for a while before they all broke out into raucous laughter. Even Gion was trying hard to contain his grin as he huffed. “Young man, show some respect for your ouji.”

The other three continue laughing even harder at that remark.

Finally they managed to compose themselves. Goten concentrated and crossed his forearms across his chest. As he opened his arms, his image shimmered a little, and two other figures slid out to his sides. The other fighters watched openly amazed.

“Wow, do you have any other interesting techniques?” Momo wondered.

Trunks cocked his head to his side for a moment, thinking before breaking out into a wide grin. “Oh yes, we know of one which will be very useful in battle.” He turned to Goten. “Chibi, recombine yourselves. Let’s show them Gotenks.”

The three Gotens gave identical grins as the three figures coalesced back into one body. Before the two demi-Saiyans moved into positions for their fusion dance, Trunks explained briefly. “This fuses two fighters together. If properly done, it will result in a warrior with the combined power levels of the two fighters, but the two have to be very similar in build and power levels for best results.”

When the bright flash of light from the fusion subsided, the fighters stared in wonder at the fused being that stood there. His features were a combination of the two demi-Saiyans, and his black spiky hair was streaked purple down the sides. Even his clothes were different; he was dressed in that vest and gi bottom ensemble that the fusion warriors seem to always wear.

“I am neither Trunks nor Goten – I am Gotenks!” The fusion fighter announced in a strange dual tone and struck a dramatic pose. The watching rebels sweat-dropped.

“So how much more powerful are you?” Gion couldn’t help asking.

Gotenks grinned cockily as he powered up. “Trunks or Goten could only reach level 2, but I can break level 3!” With a loud yell, his already golden hair exploded into the characteristic waterfall mane, and his eyebrows disappeared into ridges.

“Gion, do you get the feeling that Gotenks seems to be a different entity all together from Trunks or Goten?” Momo remarked. “More … cocky?” Gion nodded solemnly.

Gotenks pranced around a little, showing off to the younger rebels whose jaws were dropped. Whether in awe or disbelief was open to interpretation.

“More childish as well.” Gion stated dryly.

“Gotenks!” The golden fusion warrior bounded over curiously at Gion’s call. “So how do you unfuse?”

“Oh, there’s a 15 minutes limit.” Just after he spoke, a line started to appear down the fused warrior like a crack, and with a bright flash of light, Gotenks separated back into his two halves.

Gion raised an eyebrow. “Interesting. So do your fathers fuse, too?”

“Yeah, and Gogeta is like unbelievably powerful.” Trunks grinned. “But for some strange reason, my dad absolutely hates to do it. He says the fusion dance is very baka.”

Gion coughed as Momo remarked sarcastically. “I wonder why…”

“Still, that technique is very interesting! Teach me?” Momo smiled winningly at the two demi-Saiyans.

“Sure!” Goten beamed. “Now all you need is a partner whose build and power level complements yours.”


“Not to insult you, but our power levels are quite different.” The older Saiyan shook his head vehemently. “How about Koron over there?”

The tall brawny Saiyan scout also declined amusedly. “Our sizes are too different. How about Kon?”

The young Saiyan guard gulped and backed away as Momo advanced on him. “Uh… How about…” He tried vainly to pass the buck.

“Kuso!” Momo hissed at the sweating Saiyan. “What’s the matter with all you males? What’s wrong with trying this fusion technique with me? Well??” She glared furiously at the young Saiyan who was back peddling rapidly.

The unfortunate guard tried to stutter an explanation as his eyes kept flickering nervously down her front. Trunks broke into loud laughter when he realized the reason for the young Saiyan’s hesitation.

“What’s so funny?” The angry female now turned on the laughing lavender- haired prince.

“Hahaha… He doesn’t…” Trunks collapsed against Goten who stared at him in puzzlement. “Haha… Because… hahah… I can’t… Kami…” Laughing too hard to speak properly, he pantomimed certain curves over his chest.

The furious Saiyan female erupted in indignation as she turned back on the now crimson young Saiyan. “WHAT?? You don’t want to do it JUST because of my boobs?? What’s wrong with my chest, HUH??”

“Nothing’s wrong with them…” His eyes trailed down to linger on her heaving chest for a long moment, then meeped in embarrassment when the outraged female cuffed him. “What are you looking at?”

The other males roared in laughter as Kon gave a frightened squeak. “It’s just that … The fused warrior would…” He fumbled for words as his hands made curving motions. “Well… You know… And then down there… EEP!”

The poor young male turned and ran as Momo lunged furiously after him. “COWARD!! Come back here!!”


“Are you still mad at us?” Trunks flashed a dazzling smile, the one that had all the girls swooning back on Earth, while Goten mock-hid in fear behind his bolder mate. Momo glared back, and Trunks immediately realized his mistake, switching instead to a whipped-puppy look with wide shining eyes and quivering pouty lower lip. Momo could not hold her indignation long at that look and gave in giggling.

It had been a few days since the demi-Saiyans had shown off the fusion technique, and the other Saiyan males still refused to attempt the fusion dance with her. Most of them kept passing the buck, the favorite scape-goat being Kon. Momo had been extremely miffed.

“Nah… I’m just a little pissed at those pansies. I mean, I don’t mind having an extra appendage down there – It is only for 15 minutes, but they act like their very masculinity was threatened or something!”

The two demi-Saiyans laughed at her rant, and Trunks brought out a small container. “Yeah. Anyway, we came to cheer you up… How about some fun?”

Momo opened the container curiously. “What’s this? Dried berries?”

“Not just any berries – We came across these berries during our trip here from Earth.” Trunks grinned slyly. “They’re quite powerful aphrodisiacs.”

“How do… No, wait, on second thought, spare me the experimental details.” A mischievous glint lit up the smirking female’s eyes. “So, where is Kon no baka?”

“I saw him walking out of the gym.” Goten supplied helpfully. “He’s probably on his way to the kitchen.”

“Perfect!” They hurried quickly to the kitchen.

Kon looked up from his sandwich when the trio entered, and gulped when he realized it was Momo. “Uh, are you still angry at me?”

Momo pretended to consider his question seriously, distracting the flustered young Saiyan while Trunks quickly slipped two small berries in his sandwich. “Nah, silly boy.” She reached over and pinched his cheeks. Kon blushed crimson and hurriedly finished the rest of his snack.

When he got up to leave, Goten pulled him back down. “What’s the hurry? Stay and chat.”

The three watched the poor victim closely as they talked. Trunks was, as usual, holding his audience captive with humorous stories of life back on Earth.

After a while, Kon was starting to feel quite warm. Strange… I’ve already cooled down from my training, and this planet is like a fridge. He removed the fluffy white towel around his neck.

The others had not missed his movement or his slightly flushed cheeks. Smirking, Trunks started to work dirty jokes into his storytelling.

Kon fidgeted uncomfortably. His pants were feeling quite tight, and he had realized a while back that he currently had a raging erection. On one hand, he wanted to just run off to the nearest empty room and relieve the pressure; on the other hand, he was too embarrassed to get up. His hand crept down furtively to readjust his pants. The sexual jokes Trunks was telling wasn’t helping the situation any.

Momo was enjoying herself tremendously, watching the poor young Saiyan shifting uneasily. The mischievous female had quite a sadistic streak in her.

Kon was starting to feel more than a little horny now. The two handsome demi-Saiyans were seated adjacent to him, and their proximity was quite a turn-on. With his sensitive Saiyan senses, he could just make out the masculine scents of the two males. And the very faint tell-tale musky hint of sex… And the fact that Trunks’ scent was on Goten and vice versa… His mind started to wander… The two kissing… Touching…

Argh! Don’t go there!

His eyes fell on the cleavage opposite him. Her thick jacket was open, revealing a low-cut tank top. He could just make out the creamy swell of the tops of her breasts…

By now, the conversation had dried up, and the three were watching Kon amusedly. Momo leaned forward, shrugging so that her jacket slipped back, almost to the verge of falling off her shoulders. Kon almost drooled, and a cute blush was deepening across his cheeks.


Kon started violently as his scouter, which he had left on the table, beeped loudly. Oh shit, what the fuck was I doing? Did they catch me staring? He fumbled with his scouter, finally managing to clip it on.

“Er, I gotta go… Important meeting… ” He stood up nervously and practically ran out of the kitchen, trying hard to hide his burgeoning erection.

“Damn. Almost had him.” Momo swore. “Thought he was going to cum in his pants right here.”

The wicked trio broke out in raucous laughter.

Onto Chapter 18


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A/N: The past few chapters have been quite intense so I thought I’d insert a light-hearted chapter. Easier to write. *grin*

Back to Vegeta and Goku in the next chapter. We’ll see how Goku is coping…


Special thanks to Dark Fate for beta-ing this chapter!



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