Hormone Therapy
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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs.
Sex.
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.
But
I do own Vegeta’s uterus. And the birth
certificates for his twin sons: Lil’Geta and Goten.
~~~~~**
One
month later and the house was made, Vegeta was fat and they were moving
in. s"> Vegeta didn’t help.
anything except fighting. But
nooooooooo, Kakarot said they had to move the stuff into the house.
she wouldn’t be crowded by their family.
Vegeta didn’t care. Didn’t see
why Kakarot cared. He thought it would
be a little nice to have complete privacy again. Wondered if he could get the annoying woman to put lasers on the
house so when that little bald freak came to visit he would get fried instead
of informed of Vegeta’s sex life and pregnancy.
had given into the big baka’s begging.
Gohan moved in with them—or else, he had a room there that was piled
with the kid’s belongings. But the
child himself was rarely there. Which
Vegeta didn’t find odd in the least bit.
Saiyan kids were largely independent.
Once they were old enough to fight for themselves they often only went
home for food. So they saw Gohan at
breat, lt, lunch and dinner, and other than that, they didn’t seem much of
him.
Oh,
and he was here now, helping Kakarot move the last of the stuff in.
was excited they were going to have little brothers. Whatever. Vegeta wasn’t
excited. He was getting too fat too
soon. Especially since the annoying
woman couldn’t tell him how long he was going to be carrying the twins.
ultrasound, told him they were really big for their age, and then said she
would try to come up with some sort of logical dat date.
Another
thing that had not happened: sex.
covert passes at him since that last day in the kitchen.
For a month. And Vegeta was
starting to think that the idiot thought Vegeta wasn’t sex-worthy anymore.
thought; but stupid thoughts kept popping up in his mind like that.
were being produced by the pregnancy.
That
didn’t stop the thoughts though. He sat
outside on the lawn furniture, arms over his chubby tummy, and frowned as
Kakarot easily toted things back and forth, shirt missing, nice sheen of sweat
all over him. Hated the stupid,
effortlessly slim idiot. How dare he
show off that he was not changed by this bond when Vegeta was sitting here
trying his damnedest not to care that he was getting a round stomach.
look like if this went on for nine months.
He’d be a fucking balloon.
Then,
when morning faded to afternoon, the last things were in place in the
house. The kid ate, waved good-bye to
his father and disappeared. Kakarot
brought him food—trying to fatten him up more doubtlessly—and sat next to him
on the chair. “Hey, ‘Geta.
“Hn.”
Thought about trying to lose the weight, but the thought of his
so
sons revisited him, and he knew that he would just inadvertently cause them
damage if he tried to starve off the weight.
Big
hand touched his stomach. Big oaf made
a pleased little noise.
Vegeta
removed the hand, bent it back, caused bones to make nasty cracking
noises.
“Ow!
Hn.
stomach like he was some kind of woman.
Nobody touched him. Especially
not his stomach. He wasn’t a fucking
good-luck troll where you rubbed their stupid stomach and made a wish.
else he would beat their heads in. It
had been a while since he killed anything, but that didn’t mean he had
forgotten how.
All
of his indignation made him ignore his mate, and he was quite unaware that the
big one was frowning at him and glaring until he was picked up, thrown over a
shoulder and carried into the brand new house.
He beat at the bare back demanded: “Put me down, Kakarot!”
bed—and then immediately divested of his shirt. “Stop it!”
But
the big one ignored him. Kissed his
collarbone, sucked on his chest, his nipples, and then moved down further, big
hands framed his waist, and lips descended, leaving burning little marks
everywhere on the slight bulge. Until
his whole stomach was burning from the touch and his hands were twisted so
tight in Kakarot’s hair that he was hurting his own fingers.
could barely breath and then whispered:
“See?” breathless, husky voice, “I brought us inside this time, ‘Geta.”
“I
am less than amused,” Vegeta shot back.
A
kiss to his ear, a nip, and then: “I wasn’t trying to amuse you.”
touched his waist, and down into his pants, wrapped around his awakening
erection. Back around to squeeze his ass.
suddenly come up, Kakarot moved away, jumped off the bed, paused only long
enough to say: “I’ll be right back,” and left.
Vegeta
was tempted to leave the big oaf. Just
get up and fly out the window, go find somewhere to hide until Kakarot got it
through his head that this was not the way you treated anyone, much less the
pregnant… And what exactly did he have
in his hands? Vegeta leaned, tried to
see what the idiot had brought back with him.
But Kakarot was grinning and hiding whatever he had run away to
get. With one hand (the other being
behind his back) he untied his pants and let them fall off.
between Vegeta’s legs.
It
was ICE CREAM, of ALL THINGS. The big
baka opened the carton, dipped a spoon in, lifted it up and dribbled the
FREEZING melty ice cream on his waist.
Smiling all the time like this was a big game. "> Vegeta shoved himself up to his elbows and looked at the bulge
that now bore the chocolate letters: M I N E.
“You
need to learn a new word, Kakarot,” was what he said. But instead of being deterred, his mate set the carton on the bed
and moved down to lick the sweetness off Vegeta’s skin.
taking a far longer amount of time than he really needed.
to pant, and his skin was burning with heat again, there was another dribble of
coldness, spelling out: G O K U ‘
S. And the biggest, proudest smile he
had ever seen on his mate’s face.
The
sucking, licking thing once more commence and he flopped back on the bed,
pushed his midsection up into the contact, thought that maybe ice cream wasn’t
such a bad thing after all. And that
was when he was spoon-fed a mouthful of the smooth, wet chocolaty stuff.
mouth and tongue, licking the ice cream back out of his mouth, and Vegeta
arched under his mate as he felt the hands tugging on his pants.
Yes.
for his mate, shivered when Kakarot slid into him again—a whole month had
obviously not changed the man’s ability to find his way inside of Vegeta—and
life was good again. Kakarot moved away
from his mouth, licked the sweetness off his lips and his chin, and pushed
himself up so he could look at all of Vegeta as he thrust into him.
And
Vegeta hated the flush of pride that ran through him as his mate licked his
lips and stared. Hated that he was
stretching and arching for his mate.
That he wanted to prove he was the same as he had been before this
bulging tummy. Hated that he knew it
didn’t matter to Kakarot. Hated that he
was comforted to know his mate still wanted him.
Then
there was a smile again—a troublesome kind—and Kakarot covered his hand in the
ice cream, lowered it… NO!
lips before the hand was wrapped around his erection, and the massive
temperature difference made him scream.
He dug his hands into Kakarot’s skin wherever he could and bared his
teeth, threw his head back, pushed back harder on the erection inside of him,
and harder into the tight—sticky—hand around him. Trembled, and felt his whole body convulsing around Kakarot.
pleasure in the fact that his mate was pleased.
And
then Vegeta collapsed into the sheets, tried to catch his breath, and the big
one moved down—out of his body—and moved his hand away from Vegeta’s erection
only to replace it with his mouth.
Sucked on him like a blowpop (pardon the pun.)
Life
was good.
~~~**
Wow.
melted carton of ice cream. He had
never actually knocked Vegeta out before.
Not even when they were fighting.
That had to be some kind of record or something.
care who saw him naked, but Gohan probably did. Carried the ice cream down to their brand new kitchen, tossed it
in the trash, licked the spoon clean and thought that it was a great idea he
had thought up. Worked out for him—and
‘Geta, of course—perfectly.
He
was still angry because his hand was bruised.
But didn’t mind it that much.
Other than the fact that Vegeta needed to know that Goku was still his
mate, and thus had every right in the world to touch whatever part of Vegeta,
whenever and wherever he wanted. But
since his mate was pregnant he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.
ravished him. Goku wasn’t that
observant of the world at large, but he did know that Vegeta didn’t like
carrying their children. He didn’t like
that he was showing already. But Goku
liked it. He liked it very much because
that was his children.
He’d
even really liked it when Chichi had started showing. She hadn’t liked him messing with her stomach either, but he
didn’t really care then, and he didn’t really now. Because it was ‘Geta and because Vegeta was his mate he would
refrain from petting his tummy in public, but Vegeta needed to know that once
they were in the house, Goku’s ability to restrain his natural impulses would
probably become non-existent. He liked
to touch the slight rounding waist that held his children.
sons, that there were two of them—and best of all—what he was going to name
them.
He
was waiting, just like ‘Geta, to know when they were going to become part of
the outside world instead of staying inside Vegeta. But Bulma didn’t really know, and they hadn’t asked those two
that would probably know (his twin sons) before they left.
surprised. And for that matter, who was
going to deliver the twins? He didn’t
see Vegeta going to a hospital, and Goku was sure as hell not going to do it.
and washed and dressed, but they were actually quite nasty looking when they
first came out.
Bulma!
yes"> He trusted her.
(Mostly.) And she was a genius.
realized he was bored, and decided to go find Gohan and spar.
~~~~~~~~~~**
Wow, a full chapter!
disperse like cockroaches when the light comes on. *
Gk: Yeah sex! Yeah Ice Cream!
Vegeta: Hn. Next time we’ll try
that little stunt on you.
Gk: Uhh. No.
Vegeta: Excuse me?
Gk: I said no.
Vegeta: And that matters…?
Jaygoose:
Yes,
the transition chapters are annoying.
Because I can’t put more into it than the transition itself (like Goku deciding
he wants a new house) because that would be giving away too much.
decided he wanted his own home.” So I
have to beef it up. *sigh *
Getarian:
Yeah!
but you made me feel better about it.
And
a live action movie?
Noooooooooooooooooo! Absolutely
not! There is no way.
could never, ever pull it off. No.
*shakes head. * About the
collecting thing; I have a collection of twenty-some odd Agatha Christie books
(mind you, I don’t read them) because my step-grandmother gave me two of them when
I was seven. So I have collected these
books ever since. I don’t read
them. But I keep buying them.
(now that everyone has proof I’m crazy.) I should probably get rid of them.
LadyLupin:
Oh,
sure, disappear for days and come back and yell at me about updating!
Mechanical Butterfly:
Wow,
and this ficcie was supposed to be a quick lemon or two and be done with
it. See what you reviewers do to
ficcies?! They just keep growing
because of you guys!
CrazyGurl:
0%'> I
will not hint either way if what Goku dinka’s will happen will happen.
story, you aren’t really going to get any spoilers for this one until I want
you to. Mwhahahahaha!
I’m insane. *