New story! Yay! Okay I don't own DBZ or any characters mentioned in the following story. Warning: This is going to be yaoi or guy/guy. Then mpreg will come along yesh men having babehs. You don't like? Then why are you here? Enjoy!

The planet of New Vegeta was a grim sight to behold. Shades of black and grey were the only colors revealed by the dim light illuminating the destruction caused by the ongoing battle. The silence was broken by the sound of a collapsing building followed by a yell and an evil cackle. Broly grabbed Vegeta's skull and slammed him into a building. Slowly, the prince's golden locs faded to black.

"Is this the best you've got? Pathetic." Broly spat as he let Vegeta fall to the ground. "Father!" A raspy voice screamed from behind him. Broly slowly faced the one who had yelled for the unconcious prince. His gaze met bright blue eyes and lavander hair.

"You bastard!" The young man yelled as he rushed to attack. He drew a blade from the sheath on his back and struck.

(Broly's POV)

I found it rather funny, this hybrid scum thought he could beat me. He screamed and drew his blade in a futile attempt to attack me. I stopped his puny weapon with my arm and broke it like a twig. The look on his face was priceless, the shock, the fear and the panic. I snatched the rest of the blade from him and tossed it. I grabbed his torn shirt and slapped the hell out of him.

He cried in pain after I struck him. I found it rather amusing but, there was something about this one that was different. He looked different, his energy felt different, and his smell...His smell was so intoxicating.

"Hmm..." I mumbled to myself. "Let me go! Put me down, now!" He growled at me as he thrashed in my grasp. I smirked and pulled him closer to me. I came face to face with him and inhaled deeply. I adored the odor he gave off, it was delicious.

"Let him go!" came Vegeta's voice. "Leave my son alone!" He yelled as if I were l going to do as he demanded. I laughed at his piteous attempts to save his child. I sneered at him and these other acclaimed "warriors".

(Trunks' POV)

I hated his face. The way he twisted it and sneered at my father, the way he laughed at the others but, most of all the way he looked at me. I couldn't stand it, that look made me feel like the filthiest thing in the universe.

"I grow bored with you scum," He said "I will take this as my prize and leave you to die." My eyes widened, He was going to take me with him? He laughed and gripped the remainder of my shirt. "No...No!...NO! I am not going with you!" I screamed. "Let me go now, you son of a bi-..." I stopped when I recieved a knee to my stomach.

I coughed and the world began to go dark. I heard him laughing evilly after he struck me. "Trunks, my son...Give him back!" My father yelled. That was the last thing that I heard before everything went black.

Hours Later...

I slowly opened my eyes, the sound of my father yelling my name echoed in my head. I was in a bed that was large, far too large for the average human. I grew very curious and even more scared but, before I could even get up to explore my surroundings I heard the door open.

I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to still be asleep. I bed sank where a rather large person sat. I felt a large hand on my back and another large hand slid down my pants. I felt lips press against my neck and ear.

"I know you're awake." he said. I squoze my eyes tightly and trembled. I felt a wet appendage on my ear lobe and neck. "You like that?" He whispered as he picked me up. I didn't respond I still faked being asleep although I knew he knew that I was awake. His lips pressed roughly against mine and the hand he had down my pants squoze my growing erection.

"Aaaahhhh..." I whined. I cracked my eyes to look at him. His long dark hair, his dark eyes, his large muscular frame. He easily dwarfed me. "Mmmm...so you ARE awake." He said and grinned as he ripped away the rest of my already torn shirt. I shivered from the sudden exposure to the cold. Suddenly, I felt his tongue doing circles around my nipple. "Ugh.." I groaned. He grinned and pulled me down into his lap. I was in such a position that I could feel his arousal pressing against my ass.

I whimpered a little bit as he ground his erection into the seat of my pants. "You smell so...intoxicating." He whispered. He began to rub at my arousal and wrapped his other arm around me. "Say my name." He said. I only grunted in response, trying to resist. "Say my name." He demanded as he squoze my body with great strength. "Br-Bro-ly...ah ah ah..." I breathed out heavily as he relaxed his grip.

(Broly's POV)

I grinned as he said my name and whined helplessly. "That's right and I own you now." I grabbed his legs and yanked off his pants. "N-No..p-please..." He cried. I ignored his cries and forced my fingers into his mouth. "I'm going to shame you and make you scream my name." I spat at him.

"Mmmm...Hmmmhmmm." He tried to speak. I pulled out my fingers and placed my index finger at his entrance, gently pressing against his tight hole. "A-Ah...Please d-don't touch me there." He cried.

I looked up at him and saw tears flowing down his feminine features. However, I disregarded his desperate tears and continued to slide a finger inside of him. He began to scream hysterically as I violated him. I crushed his lips with mine to silence him. I pushed another finger in and moved them rapidly. He broke away from me, gasping for air. "Ah!...ugh...f-father s-save me p-please." He begged. His eyes fogged over as he sobbed again and put his hands to his face.

I sat up and sighed. I withdrew my fingers from inside the shivering boy that lie beneath me. Tears rolled down his face. I smiled with satisfaction, he would be perfect for me. Once he realized that I had finished he stopped his sobbing. With sad, bloodshot eyes the hybrid boy stared at me. I leaned forward and licked a tear that rolled down his cheek.

He whimpered and tried to pull away from me. "I have to go change, go into the bathroom and clean yourself up." I ordered and pointed toward the large double doors leading to the bathroom.

(Trunks' POV)

I followed his finger with my eyes to the large double doors. I slowly drug myself out of his grasp and went to the bathroom door. "Okay," I thought to myself. "he is going to go change. While he is gone I can escape." I let out a sigh and leaned on the heavy doors for support.

Almost instataneously, I felt him behind me. I froze as he crouched down and placed his lips right next to my ear. "Oh, and one more thing. Don't think about escaping because if you try I will torture you to the point you will be afraid to leave that bed. Are we clear?" He growled.

Out of sheer terror I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. He grinned in satisfaction and walked away. I opened the doors and collapsed in the saftey of the large bathroom. I could feel my body trembling, my teeth chattering and my eyes burning. I let my face fall into my hands tears rolled down my cheeks.

End

Yes? No? Maybe? Should I continue? I would love to get some constructive criticism on things that I may have missed or things that I could improve on. I appreciate the advice. If anyone has any ideas I could add for the turn the story could take please leave it in a comment. Arigato! ^/^