Rebels Chapter 6: Space Training

 

 

When Vegeta announced that they would be turning off the gravity all over the ship for zero G training, the others had smirked confidently. That should be a piece of cake. Floating around weightless should be like flying, right?

To their consternation, floating weightless was *nothing* like flying. They found themselves bouncing off the walls literally, struggling to control their chi, as a smirking prince watched calmly, before he decided to help them out and explain. Twisting lithely, he flipped his way around the room gracefully. “You’re over doing it. If you want to use chi, you have to really fine-tune it. Use just a tiny bit of it. But I find it easier to just propel off the walls lightly. Remember, unlike flying, there is not gravitational pull downwards at all. In space, there is no ‘up’ or ‘down’. Start thinking three-dimensional.” He did a graceful backflip, his tail lashing out in counterbalance and landed near a rail on the wall. His tail wrapped around it and the prince smirked. “One of the nice things about a tail.”

Vegeta nastily decided to turn leave the gravity turned off for another two days.

Trunks floated uncomfortably in the middle of their bedroom. “I can’t stand it! I can’t sleep properly, going to toilet is a hassle, cooking is a nightmare and eating is so messy! Worse, our sex life is really suffering!” The lavender-haired prince wailed. Goten pulled himself free from their bed and floated over. They had to sleep with the sheets tightly tucked in and minimize movement in the night. Needless to say, it was uncomfortable.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Hm. I wonder, given what sex fiends our fathers are, how are *they* solving the problem?”


Goku was having a hard time sparring with Vegeta, his blows often missing their intended target and his balance off. Having never trained at zero G, worse, having spent the past few weeks at 50G, he was having problems coordinating his body and reflexes. The irritated Saiyan growled warningly at the smirking prince who was floating smugly in midair, arms crossed casually as if they weren’t in the middle of a hard fight.

Vegeta was enjoying himself tremendously. Not only were the others’ antics hilarious as they tried to adapt to weightless living but also for once, he was trouncing Kakarotto with ease. However, as the younger Saiyan gave another frustrated growl, verging on a whine, he decided to take pity and end the sparring session. Though he wasn’t through with his mate yet…

 

He raked appreciative eyes over his mate’s tall, muscular form. Sweat slicked skin that he knew from intimate experience to be satiny smooth, broad powerful shoulders that tapered to washboard abs barely hidden by the torn orange and blue gi top he always wore… and this perfectly muscled Adonis was all his. A rumbling purr broke forth even as his lips started to curl up in a predatory smirk. 


With a flick of his tail, he launched towards the other Saiyan and pushed him towards the ceiling. A light tap on one of the buttons on the ceiling panel lowered a series of bars and rings meant for aerial training. Before Goku could react, Vegeta had pinned him against a bar, his hands gripping securely and had pressed his lips lightly against the startled warrior’s, flicking his tongue invitingly and requesting entrance. Pleasantly surprised at the change in mood, Goku willingly parted his lips. The two shared a deep kiss before Vegeta suddenly broke away with a wicked smirk and slipped away. Goku growled in a different type of frustration now and attempted to catch his lithe mate who was twisting and flipping about the bars and rings.

 

The slight figure laughed mockingly as he kept a tantalizingly close distance away from the other, brushing past his taller mate with a feather touch but just barely out of reach. A caress on firm cheeks, a stroke of a foot up a calf, a rake down a lashing light brown tail, an auburn tail brushing enticingly across a now rock-hard erection… Goku snarled in frustration as he lunged forward and missed yet again. The teasing touches were taunting him and the heady miasma of arousal hung in the air around them.

 

Suddenly, Goku found himself pinned to a bar again, a hot slight body pressed against him, slim hips rubbing hard against his own. Moaning, Goku immediately wrapped his arms tightly around the slim waist, trapping it even as hot lips found each other again and eager hands quickly divested each other of restricting cloths. With a low growl, Vegeta pulled away slightly, licking and teasing down the other’s jaw-line and neck. Wriggling free from the tight embrace, the lithe prince moved to capture a hard nipple, swirling his tongue roughly over it, enjoying the mews and gasps he was wringing from the brawny warrior. Two thick furry lengths wrapped around the bar, holding them in place as freed hands now roamed.

 

Questing downwards, Vegeta nipped and kissed along the hard length… then past it, along the sensitive skin of the inner thighs and further down. Goku snarled, fisting his hands in the flame-shaped ebony locks and tugging it back towards his groin. “’Geta…stop teasing! I… I need…” Vegeta pulled away with an evil grin, his hands moving to grip the taller Saiyan’s firm cheeks. “What do you need Kakarotto? This?” A slim finger stroked lightly against a puckered opening. Goku pushed his hips backwards but the prince had already moved his fingers away, though his hands were still kneading and stroking the other’s ass. Vegeta slithered upwards, his canines nibbling at a ear lobe, his hot breath tickling. “What do you need?” One slender hand moved to lightly grip and pinch the base of a brown tail.

 

Goku gasped and arched as his tail was gripped, his strength abruptly leaving him and he was forced to cling limply to the relentless prince. “You… I need you…” Vegeta smirked victoriously and nudged a knee between Goku’s muscular thighs, which immediately came up to wrap around his lean waist. Quickly slicking two digits with saliva, he prepared his quivering mate.

 

Goku threw back his head with a howl as he was impaled. White-hot pain seared through him, which quickly changed to intense pleasure as Vegeta started to move slowly. Two glistening bodies hung in mid-air in a tangle of arms and legs, anchored only by their tightly coiled tails to the bars as they rocked and bucked. Loud purrs and moans filled the air.

 

Two figures watched wide-eyed from the monitor in the corridor. Licking his suddenly dry lips, Goten looked down to realize that his hand had moved unconsciously to his full-blown erection. A glance at his mate showed he wasn’t the only one. Purring, he moved to nuzzle the young prince. “Goten, wha…” Trunk’s question was abruptly cut off by a bruising kiss. The two floated slowly in mid-air, rubbing their tight groins against each other and reveling in the feel of warm palms roaming along their clothed bodies. Trunks broke the kiss, panting. “Not here…”

 

“Yeah. No handles to hold.” Goten gave a naughty grin before propelling them quickly into the kitchen. Before Trunks could protest, he found himself pushed to the table, which was bolted down like all the other furniture on board the ship. Fingers which had somehow found their way to his tail spot soon rendered the lavender-haired demi-Saiyan incoherent as he writhed and mewed needily.

 

Somehow, doing it in an open communal area made it all the more arousing and exciting. Pants were hurriedly pulled down as the two did not bother with foreplay. Trunks found himself flipped on his front, his chest on the table. With his bare ass exposed high over the table edge and the cool air raising goose bumps along the exposed flesh, he found it extremely erotic and shivered in anticipation. Usually the dominator, the older demi-Saiyan found his mate’s sudden aggressive behavior strangely exciting.

 

With an animalistic snarl, Goten plunged in to the hilt, ignoring Trunks’ yelp of pain. Setting a fast rhythm, he pounded his mate hard, savoring in the feel of tight hot flesh. A hand snaked down and fisted the neglected erection in unison. The two soon came with twin howls and spent, hung limply in mid-air.

 

Vegeta walked in, his tail wrapped around Goku’s waist and dragging the younger Saiyan behind him like a hot-air balloon. Both looked on amusedly as the their sons squeaked in embarrassment, reaching hurriedly for their discarded pants. Vegeta casually opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of beer. Looking pointedly at the floating globules of milky white fluid, he smirked before walking out again. “Better clean that up brats.”

 

Both demi-Saiyans flushed crimson and it wasn’t until their fathers were out of sight that they realized one thing. “How the HECK did Vegeta manage to walk like that in zero G??”

 

(Clue: One uses chi to propel one up to fly under gravity… to walk under zero G…)

 

The gravity was restored the following day. It wasn’t too good to stay too long under zero G; muscles and bone density deteriorates.

 

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Goku floated cross-legged near the ceiling of the training room as he watched the sparring below, nursing various bruises. Two sheets of thick metal set up in the middle of the room created a narrow corridor and Vegeta was now putting their sons through their paces. Used to fighting in vast open spaces, Goku and their sons weren’t prepared for fighting within the narrow confines of a space ship. For once, Vegeta’s smaller build worked to his advantage. Goku grinned ruefully; most of his bruises were not inflicted by the merciless ouji – they were the result of his numerous collisions with the walls. Fighting in space also meant no large ki blasts; one of the advantages Goku *had* over his mate.

 

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“Uh dad, I think we have a problem.” Trunks burst into the kitchen where the others were eating breakfast. It was the lavender-haired prince’s turn at the control room. Clutching their sandwiches, they hurried back to the control room.

 

On the screen, they could make out the approach of a larger ship. “We can’t outrun it and I think their intentions are hostile as they did not reply to any of my hails.” Before the others could comment, their ship shook as if a large hand suddenly seized it.

 

“Tractor beam. I think this is a pirate ship and we’re about to be boarded.” Vegeta noted as they picked themselves up. Finishing the last bit of his sandwich calmly, he gave a feral smirk. “Just as well. Our pantry supplies were running low.”

 

The four Saiyans grinned mercilessly.

 

A menacing rag-tag crowd gathered around the small ship labeled ‘Hope’ in the large hanger, clutching guns and blunt objects as they advanced predatorily. Some who can read snickered at the ship’s name.

 

The alien pirates got their first shock when the small ship’s door opened of its own accord. The second shock came when the ship’s passengers practically rushed out. “Leave some for us dad!” “Elders first!” “That’s not fair! You two had all the fun back on Earth!”

 

It was a disappointingly short fight, even though the pirates outnumbered the Saiyans like a hundred to four. Four hurricanes sped through the ship, quickly clearing it. “Tch! Didn’t even have to go SSJ.” Trunks sniffed as he kicked aside a body. “They’re just low-class robbers.”

 

“Hey! They’ve got lots of food!” Goku had discovered the storerooms. Goten hurried over to help cart the food back while Trunks had wandered over to the control room where his father was poring over the computer logs.

 

“Gah. Useless. Nothing of interest here… captain of this ship had terrible grammar.” Grumbling, the prince scrolled rapidly through the entries. “Hmm. Looks like there have been no reports of Coolant’s return on any of his captured worlds yet. That popsicle is probably still floating through space in the escape pod.”

 

Trunks picked up a discarded sword and starting shadow-fencing.

 

“Brat! What the hell are you doing?” His irate father barked behind him. Trunks meeped in embarrassment and dropped the sword. “Gomen…”

 

“C’mon, let’s get back to our ship. This place stinks. Don’t know when the last time these pigs bathed.”

 

Onto Rebels Chapter 7

 

Back to IaV

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A/N: What kept coming to mind as I was typing the last part was scenes from those Asterix comics… *grin* Particularly the pirate ships scene…





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