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Slash. Au
(Very, Very AU) Probably humor.
Definitely sex. In fact the
title is a reference to sex.
Note: If you
haven’t read Hormone Therapy (YOU SHOULD HAVE) then this might be a bit
confusing for you. It would be in your best
interest to go read it.
& Of course:
I
don’t own DBZ, or all of my deranged fantasies would come true and the show
would be banned from public TV.
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soil was a blessing that only the gods themselves could bestow.
kept. Because they had been gone for
four years and they returned just two minutes after they left.
were still seventeen.
“So,”
Trunks was saying, “Freiza was a girl?”
“Exactly,”
Vegeta said.
“No!
The
hatch opened. The whole machine
shook. Smoke poured out everywhere, and
the legs gave out, crashing them to the ground, waking up everyone—because they
had snuck out at night—and making the twenty-some-odd dogs start barking.
Vegeta
grinned. Sighed.
He was home. Then he pushed
himself out of the wreckage. Sucked in
a deep breath of home as the floodlights came on and angry, tired people filled
the yard between his home and Bulma’s.
She was groggy and angry, yelling about idiot little Saiyan kids that
took machines without permission.
Mom
walked up to him and deposited a howling baby in his arms.
of glaring. “You woke up him, you get
him back to sleep.” Then he turned and
stormed away. Leaving Dad to stand
there and grin, scratch the back of his head and laugh.
We just got him to sleep. But
I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you!”
And he was gone in a flash of light.
Goten
grinned at him, threw his arm around Trunks’ shoulders.
Aunt
Bulma slammed her back door and Vegeta was left alone in the middle of his yard
with his baby brother, Bardock, howling out his little lungs.
alone—except those dogs that were all lying back down—and he started to
sing. “Hush little baby,” and
whatnot. Rocked the baby.
but at the same time was very pleased that he was by himself in a world that
was safe and beautiful once more. His
voice was joined by another, softer, sweetly feminine voice, and the little one
fell asleep.
“I
missed you.”
Vegeta
smiled at her. She.
from his brother. Gina.
slept, reached her hand behind Vegeta and stroked his tail.
only technically. She was strong.
But she was very pretty.
Beautiful. Tanned.
was soundless. He laid the baby back in
his crib, in his room, and then popped back outside to Gina.
satiate this need in. Thought he should
probably tell her about the. But when
she pressed her hot little hands to his arms and raised herself up on her tip
toes to kiss him, the thought that he would have to wait to tell her.
pants, pressing her tight against him and the other wrapped over her shoulder,
where he had bit her, and he kissed her.
Loved her. Wanted her.
The
only thing in life that could be as precious as his brother.
“Lets
go,” she said, jumping up into his arms, wrapping all her body around him.
Oh.
~~~***
Shock
faded. Trunks accepted the vital truths
that Goten had given him. Felt like he
was being made to accept them. But
couldn’t find the venom to fight it.
Went with the troublemaking twins.
Saw them freezing to death as children.
Saw their parents—saw fathfather, Vegeta, or else, this time’s version
of his father—talked to them.
Wow.
And
then back into the time machine for another rousing round of “Guess Freiza’s
gender” and he tended to disagree witem bem both, because Freiza was probably
asexual. But he just kept agreeing with
both of them so he could hear them argue.
Listened to the way they called each other horrible names like “Ass
face” and “troglodyte.” Didn’t really
care, because it was comforting. And
then, they touched ground again.
Hell
broke lose. He saw what looked exactly
like his mother, saw a baby Saiyan, saw twenty freaking dogs, saw Goku and
Vegeta (the grown one) saw the mess of their yard. The grass, the sky, the happiness. And when Goten threw his arms around his shoulders, Trunks had
never been so grateful for being born with a nice ass in all his life.
a world like this.
Consequentially,
his clothes were shed in transit—how, he would never figure out—and he found
himself naked and pressed to the ground out in the open.
own pants. “Anyone could just walk by
and…”>
“Trust
me,” Goten said, “Nobody on earth will be passing us by.”
probably had something to do with the twins and their natural tendency to cause
destruction.
Opened
his legs obediently, and watched Goten grin, watched him squeeze the slippery
gel onto his fingers. Looked at him as
he moved his hand down and slipped a finger inside of him.
he said: “Think of all the things I
could have you do.”
“Think
of what important body parts I’ll tear off if you start ordering me
around.” Felt like an idiot when he
pushed back against the intruding finger—there were two now—as they massaged
something inside of him that made his mind melt away into a single purpose,
reciting over and over: fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
“I
guess you’re right. I like you better
when your feisty.” Another finger, and
then as ks sks started to pant, the fingers moved out, he felt strong arms
slipping under his back, arched as he was pulled up, slid onto the erection,
and he was sitting up on Goten’s lap as the boy leaned back, rested on his
elbows and stared up at him.
“Oh,
I get to be on top for once?” Trunks asked.
“Provided
you start moving,” Goten said. His
chest was flushed—the last of the burns were fading into scars, and Trunks
traced them with his hands. Didn’t
move. Spent a few moments to
contemplate the feeling of the hardness inside of him; the joys of being born
with a nice ass. Shifted a little,
heard the exhaled breathe of his mate.
“That doesn’t count as moving,” Goten informed him.
“Why
doesn’t it hurt now?” Trunks asked.
Because he knew that later, this was going to hurt.
that he remembered. Enough that he was
curious as to why it was such a delayed pain.
Goten
banged his head on the ground and then muttered something like a curse, and
then looked up at him. “Endorphins,” he
said finally, “Its automatic response, but more so in Saiyans, especially mated
ones. Think of it as: I want it to feel
good for you and thus it does.”
He
leaned down, pressed his hands to the ground on either side of his mate’s
chest. Lifted up, pushed back
down. Felt how odd that was.
goosebumps covered his skin and he shuddered.
“What happens if I bite you back?” he asked.
In
response, hands shoved him over, so he was on his back—which was fine, because
Trunks liked it better this way, and he pulled his knees up toward his chest,
wrapped his legs around the chest above him.
Felt his eyes roll back into his head as he was thrust into.
stretched his arms out above, him, displayed all of his body for his mate to
see. Didn’t care what it made him look
like.
Felt
kisses, like rain, all over his neck, his collarbone. Felt a thumb digging into his hipbone, another hand slipping
under him, raising his hips slightly, two strong fingers rubbing the scar where
his tail had been. Pleasure
intensified, became like pain as he was balanced between the hand on his ass
and the hardness inside of him. Moved
his own hand down, wrapped it around his mates tail, rubbed it, stroked it like
Goten had taught him to masturbate.
Teeth
sank into his shoulder, and he gasped, tried to breath, found that he was
pressing his mouth against the exposed juncture of neck and shoulder his mate
was giving him. Pushed his teeth
through the skin. Closed his eyes as
everything went yellow-white. Screamed
into the bite. Felt Goten bite harder
and then the wash of warmth inside of him.
Licked
the wound he’d given his mate, panted and listened to his mate pant for
him.
Kissed
him.
“Well,”
Goten said, “If you bite me back it’s supposed to even out the bond.
whether or not you want to obey me.”
“Hm.
“From
the fucking awful smell that is now clouding the general vicinity,” Vegeta
said—as he showed up with the biggest smirk on his face that Trunks had ever
seen—“I would say that a shower is actually a necessity.”
Goten
narrowed his eyes, pushed himself up—slid out of Trunks’ body, and looked at
his brother. “You’re hiding someone.”
Trunk
(from the ground mind you) looked at Vegeta, saw the pale little hand that was
on his waist—which definitely did not belong to the Saiyan, because if it did,
he had some explaining to do as to why he painted his fingernails.
and Trunks.
Goten
stood up, grabbed his pants and pulled them on. Dropped Trunks’ pants on him.
“Get dressed or we’ll never get to see her.”
Trunks
grumbled, pulled his pants on, and sat up, turned to where he could actually
see Vegeta more clearly. “I thought you
said nobody came here.”
“Well,
nobody besides Vegeta and me.” Goten
picked the cat up, petted it, and let the feline lick his nose.
Vegeta,
then, wrapped his hand around the tiny one on his waist and the very girl in
question stepped out from behind him.
She was wearing only a tank top, and the scar on her shoulder was as
plain to see as the huge smirk on Vegeta’s face. (must be the look that the arrogant one got after he got
laid.) “Hi,” she said, “I’m Gina.”
“OH!”
Goten yelled, “AND YOU LECTURED ME ON MATING WITH SOMEONE?!” He dropped the
cat, put his hands on his hips and scoffed.
“Prick.” Then he smiled at the
girl. “Hi. I’m Goten.” Motioned at
Trunks. “This is Trunks.”
Gina
picked up the cat and kissed it. “Hi
Trunks.” Then she moved to sit next to
him, laughed. “I think they’re going to
fight now. Vegeta promised I could
watch them.”
“Got
a pair of sunglasses?” Trunks asked.
There
was a pair tossed at his head, Goten gave him a grin and slipped the silver
case back into his pocket. Raised his
arms on either side of him, clenched his hands into fists, and with a shout, he
went brilliant yellow. Dirt flew all
around him.
“Wow,”
Gina whispered. She put the glasses on.
“Just
wait,” Trunks said.
Then
Vegeta shook his head. “I’m older,
Goten. You know that means I know these
things better than you do.” He went
yellow with the rise of one arrogant eyebrow.
“Whatever,
asshole, thirty minutes does not give you the right to give me shit about
mating, when you were already mated!”
They jumped into the air, met halfway between each other, and there was
a brilliant display of fists flying, a few shouts, ki flying everywhere.
Gina. Grinned the grin of one who was
about to tattle on someone.
“Hey,
Gina,” he said, “Did my asshole brother tell you about his ten-second panty
record?”
“WHAT?”
Gina shouted.
Vegeta
grabbed Goten by the hair and punched him in the face.
listen to him.”
Goten
laughed. “Oh, I’m going to be
gone. I only have an hour left here,”
Goten paused in the fighting to put a hand to his forehead and look pitiful.
“As
opposed to: Hey.
“At
least I’m straightforward. Ask Trunks,
he’ll tell you.”
Gina
turned to look at him. “Well?”
Trunks
sighed. Nodded.
then she shook her head.
“Ah,
he is so not getting any for months,” she said, (in reference to her
mate.) “I assume, if you’re mated the
overly-horny Saiyans you know how much they hate going without.”
“I’ve
heard they hate to masturbate.”
“Hate
is putting it lightly,” Gina said, “I think they would rather kill each other
than do it.” She sniffed, watched the
brother’s fight. “But it serves him
right. Asshole.”
Trunks
rolled his eyes as he heard himself saying:
“You know he was gone for four years.
They couldn’t figure out how to get home.”
“Don’t
care.”
“I
was just saying; you heard the line of shit that he gave those girls,”
laid he was going to keep being a bastard and that would be bad.
“No.
“Well,
then think of the other girls as blow up dolls with pulses.
idiot. “You wouldn’t be pissed at him
if he was jacking off while he thought of you, would you?”
She
sighed. Huffed.
Goten
and Vegeta had stopped fighting, and were both staring at Trunks.
‘Geta, I think he just convinced your girlfriend into letting you have
sex.”
“Maybe
he isn’t a total waste of Saiyan genetics after all.” He dropped his power level, landed on the ground.
Gina stood up and hugged him.
“Don’t
think that you aren’t going to have a lot of making up to do,” she said.
meowed pitifully. “Lets go get started
on that making up.”
Goten
laughed, picked the cat up and handed it to his brother, gave him a smirk, and
then the oldest twin was gone. Leaving
just Goten to stand there and shake his head.
“Prick,” he said to the empty air.
Trunks
climbed to his feet. “Speaking of
fucking.”
Goten
turned to look at him. “You are the
snottiest damn virgin.”
Trunks
shimmied out of his pants again, gave his mate a glare and said:
There
was that lecherous little grin again.
Hot fingers wrapped around his growing erection, and Goten breathed into
his ear: “Oh, there are parts of you
that are still virgin.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Well. That’s
it folks.
Goten: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Gina: Unlike
Vegeta for whom sex will never happen again.
Lil’Geta:
Hey! But you said…
Gina: Trunks
is cute. I had to agree with him.
women who you divested of their panties…
Trunks:
Haha.
Goten:
Yeah! I’m so happy I’m gay!
Jaygoose:
I
loved the whole ass thing. I love that
Goku just says it like he’s talking about the weather or something.
Goku. Oh, and I’m glad you weren’t
upset about the ice cave thing. Yeah!
Mechanical Butterfly:
Well,
maybe if folks read Mental Therapy they’re like the twins and then they’re read
this. (that’s a big maybe.)
whole Original characters thing. *sigh.*
I’m glad you liked it.
Getarian:
I’m
so happy that everyone reviewed and (all those folks that reviewed) liked the
story! Yeah. Unfortunately (should there be a sequel to this one) any story
after this will have to wait until Mental Therapy gets a bit further
along.
Thanks Guys!