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.
~~~~~**
“Ve-Ge-Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
“Absolutely
not!”
“But…”
“I
would rather delivery my children in a tank of rabid sharks.”
chest—looked pretty silly with his rounded waist just beneath his arms.
that his conversation would go from annoying to sparring if he did.
importance of allowing someone else to deliver his children.
not possibly do it himself—well, Goku reflected, he probably would just to
prove that he could.
“Think
of the Twins, ‘Geta!” Goku whined. He
moved to follow his mate up the steps of their house, nearly fell backwards off
them when Vegeta turned around to glare at him. Hey, but like this, they were almost the same height!
“Don’t
you dare use that against me, Kakarot!
I am thinking of the twins.
Apparently a lot more than YOU are.”
“Hey,”
Goku shot back, “I just want what’s best for them, and I wouldn’t have any idea
what I was doing. You should let Bulma
do it.”
“Do
you want to have these babies or not?”
Goku
clenched his teeth and stifled the noise of aggravation.<
st
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> As if the arrogant prince could just will
the children not to be born.
Whatever. He wasn’t an
idiot. He knew better.
prince wanted them to. And this was the
same damn conversation they’d been having for four weeks.
those four weeks he’d tried every method at his disposal to convince Vegeta to
let Bulma deliver the twins. He had yet
to succeed. “Fine,” he said.
“Good.”
Displayed his back. He had a
very nice back. A very nice eveing,ing,
really. But his back was especially
nice. And his ass.
Goku
stood on the stairs, watched his mate walk away from him.
to run up the stairs after him when he heard the voice of his son.
“Hey
dad?”
He
wondered if bad timing was inherent.
Because if it were something he could give to his children he wanted to
know that right now so he could develop some sort of schedule to keep them away
from him while he was entertaining dirty thoughts. But as it was, he could do nothing but turn around and look at
Gohan. “Yes?”
This
had so better be important.
~~**
“EXCUSE
ME?!” Vegeta yelled again. He had been
in the shower when a rather large head of black hair interrupted, gave him one
of those smiles that meant the big baka had either done something he didn’t
want to do or was about to say something he knew Vegeta would not like to hear.
And the following words: “Hey,
‘Geta… Gohan said…
Well… Chichi’s sick and….
Uh… Well…” were pretty high on
the list, but not quite as high as: “So, I told him that we would go and…
her… Just for a few days.”
SURE,
Vegeta thought vindictively, stabbing the big oaf with his thoughts, Go run to
your little human wifey-poo and make sure she doesn’t DIE from some illness
because Kami knows that is more IMPORTANT than the Saiyan PRINCE that is
carrying YOUR TWINS. (Said twins
practicing their future moves inside of him at that very moment.)
“Well,”
Kakarot started again, “I’ll only be for a little while.
“Whatever,”
Vegeta said. He resolutely decided he
would not say another word on the matter.
His stupid mate wanted to leave him to take care of some sick human,
that was his business, and Vegeta certainly was going to remember not to rely
on the asshole in the future. He was a
perfectly capable prince. Granted, he
had never been pregnant before, but he would just deal with whatever came up in
the next few days. And Kakarot could go
FUCK HIMSELF if he thought he was going to get anywhere near Vegeta.
The
baka left the bathroom.
Vegeta
didn’t care.
~~~~***
Of
all the things Gohan was not accustomed to, he had to put Vegeta at the top of
that list. Nowadays anything about the
moody an pan prince was a novelty. Just
when Gohan thought he understood something about him, it changed.
straight, and was constantly yelling at his dad. (that was pretty normal; especially when they started to spar in
the middle of the living room.) But
after that, the Prince was always sleeping.
And Dad was always a little annoyed.
He hid it well, because that was who he was. But he’d be sparring with Gohan or Piccolo, and he’d wander
off. And they would find him hours
later, with Vegeta. As if he hadn’t
disappeared while they were sparring.
Then,
Vegeta went back to sleeping at night.
Yelling the normal amount. Him
and his dad sparred normally. It was
all good. And then, Mom got sick.
Gohan figured it was only fair. They
were preternaturally strong aliens, and she was just one human woman—and his
mother—and they could help her without getting sick. So they spent a few hours a day cleaning up her house.
pristine freaking palace compared to his Dad’s house.)
about how his dad wasn’t that great of a person and ‘it didn’t really matter
that he saved the planet if he couldn’t even keep his family together.’
Vegeta
seemed to share the same sentiments.
(Not that Gohan was going to be the one to tell the prince that he was
sounding an awful lot like a certain human woman that the Prince
abhorred.) Whenever they came home,
they would find him, training in their workout room, and he ignored them.
comment about how some people didn’t appreciate their mates.
and the understood implication that everything they were doing was absolutely
wrong.
And
his dad started to get twitchy again.
Gohan let this go on for a few days.
Finally, on the fourth day, he stopped his Father before they went to
Mom’s house and told him that he could handle his mother on his own, and that
he thought Vegeta would probably kill them both if Goku left him again.
Dad
agreed.
Which
meant, unfortunately, Gohan was all alone to face his mom.
to clean her house or bring her tissues or stuff like that.)
~~**
Goku
had reached his limit. He had set a
mental limit, and he had reached the very end of it. So he waved good-bye to his son, moved back through their house
to where his mate was starting his daily training session, grabbed him around
the waist, hauled him up—angry, glaring little frown and all—and kissed
him. Kissed him hard enough to bruise,
but soft enough to make sure his mate understood the vitally important
facts: Vegeta was Goku’s.
earth woman was going to change that.
Goku
rd thd the shirt away from Vegeta’s shoulder, moved from the mouth to the bite
mark and with only a low growl to warn his mate, sank his teeth straight down
into the skin. Heard an exhaled:
“Dammit.” But Vegeta didn’t fight him,
in fact, he moved his head so his neck was more bared, and wrapped himself
tighter around Goku, pressing his pregnant belly between them so they could
both feel the way their children moved inside their mother.
Yes,
Goku thought, those are mine too. When
he moved away from the mark, he kissed his mate again, with the taste of his
own blood on his lips, just so Vegeta would know who’s he was.
around his back and the other to touch whatever skin he could reach.
“Is
sex your answer to everything?” Vegeta demanded when he was divested of his
pants.
Goku
considered this for a moment as he pushed inside of his mate.
solution. Then, that sometimes he liked
it when they fought, because if sex was the solution to everything than he
would have to sleep with all the beings that threatened earth, and he didn’t
think he could even fake being interested if something like Freiza attacked
again. Or for that matter, he wasn’t
sure that they were even compatible.
Freiza had been running around naked the whole fight with absolute no
sign of…
Vegeta
kindly reminded him of what they were supposed to be doing by tightening
his internal muscles all around him.
Aerial
sex wouldn’t work, Goku decided in that moment as his knees started to feel
weak. It took a certain amount of
concentration to stay flying. Then he
moved, to where Vegeta was pressed with his back to the wall, and held onto his
mate by wrapping his hands around the hard thighs. Let Vegeta angle himself back onto Goky’s erection, shoving
himself with all the force he could.
And Goku pushed into him, harder and harder, feeling the slickness and
the tightness and wondered if this heaven would change after they had the
twins.
Hopefully
not.
Vegeta
hissed out between his teeth, clawed at Goku’s chest, and pushed harder.
have made his mouth busy by marking the skin with little hickeys.
mouth, suck on his lips and his tongue and taste how truly lovely his mate was.
“Harder,
Kakarot,” he said.
Goku
moved them again, to the floor this time, with Vegeta all stretched out under
him, arching and whimpering. Pushed
into him harder and lifted the shirt away from the rounded stomach.
move—and hoped that they didn’t realize what their parents were doing because
that would just be gross—then dropped his mouth down to kiss the stretched
skin. He loved it.
just didn’t understand that. Didn’t
think he should be cared for like Goku wanted to care for him.
He
wrapped his large hand around his mate’s straining erection, stroked him, and
pushed in harder. Listened to the
heightening yowl, felt the tightening of all the muscles around him.
Hved ved this very much. Loved
his mate very much.
And
then Vegeta tightened all at once, and went limp as he orgasmed, and Goku
kissed his lips again—didn’t really care that much that he had finished—pulled out
of the smaller body, picked him up and carried him upstairs.
objections to be carried around. Which was
probably good, because Goku wouldn’t have listened anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~**
Sorry that I put this out later
than the others. Needed to finish it.
and coughing and in general feeling pretty nasty. So, the update tomorrow might be a few hours delayed.
than I would like to finish the next chapter.)
Gk: HEY!! I do care that I
didn’t get to finish! I want to finish
having sex! We missed the whole best
part.
Vegeta: I liked it.
Gk: well, peachy for you!
Vegeta: Poor baby.
Gk: Come on, folks. Don’t you
want me to have great sex all the time?
Lady Lupin:
I’m
writing. I promise.
Mechanical Butterfly:
*sniffles
* I don’t want there to be a
live-action movie. But, oh well.
rubbing their tummies, and I (personally) always thought that had to be
annoying, so I never did it. And
finally my one cousin got a shirt that said “Hands off or you die” and I thought
that was a lovely sentiment.
Jaygoose:
Yeah
smut! (it’ll be much better smut
tomorrow, hopefully.) And the ice cream
thing was inadvertently all Mechanical Butterfly’s fault.
Getarian:
Yes.
appropriate level of sulky without making him whiny. I have to keep rereading everything and evaluating it.
Christie books. I give them a look
sometimes and think that I should probably read them, and then my friends give
me FORTY books to read. (no kidding,
they gave me like twenty six books by the same author and told me I should read
them, and then I had to because I said I would. Sheesh.)
That’s all until tomorrow folks!