Family Therapy
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Family Therapy
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Sequel to Group Therapy
Which
was the sequel to Mental Therapy, Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
DISCLAIMERS and CAUTIONS:
it, fifty cents and a piece of bubblegum wasn’t enough.
Luckily I own the entire Hormone Therapy world wherein Vegeta has a
uterus, so does Trunks. There is a set
of Twins, Gina and a slew of little annoying children.
I no longer feel that you MUST read Cross-eyed because it’s gotten a
1000 hits. BUT, if you want EVERYTHING
to make COMPLETE sense than you should read Hormone Therapy, Mental Therapy, Cross-eyed
and A Prince Among Men. (My universe
has gotten huge, hasn’t it?)
Okay, just about seven years and seven months (enough time for Vegeta
to be fertile again) have passed. So
there will be ‘lust-crazed’ sex with the purpose of getting people pregnant.
(homosexuality) and there is *gasp and shudder * straight sex.
Goten. (he’s a warning all his
own.)
And this is AU. And it’s all
about humor (and the endless lemons.
Goal for this story: get a lemon in every chapter like Hormone
Therapy.)
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special parts and Presta’s hand over his mouth for the two of them to quell
that urge to bite. Gohan’s urge, not
hers, because human side diluting his blood stream or not, when your in the
throes of the heat cycle thing, your Saiyan side demanded you lay claim to the
good thing you had. And she was not
about to sign her obedience over to him.
So
her hand was pressed over his, and the other hand was somewhere, she kept
losing track of it, because once it had been in her hair and then it had been
wrapped around her own tail, than it had been on his arm, then his back.
she discovered that it was on his hip.
His hips that was beating into hers so hard and quickly that she was
sure her thighs were going to be bruised, but the rest of her was all for it.
peak just beyond her ability to reach and she was throbbing with that need from
the tips of her toes to the spikes in her hair.
And
every noise she made resulted in him moving more purposefully, until she was to
the point that no air was getting to her lungs and her mouth was working but no
noise was coming out because everything was hinged on the hardness that was
thrusting into her, sliding on the slickness of the previous peaks and making
her wish she could get a noise out because just one little moan, one little
cuss would break the insanity that was coiled up so tight inside of her that
she couldn’t breath or thing other than to curl her hands into his skin and
surge her hips back against the contact.
The same motion over and over until she was dizzy from it, and still it
got harder and harder to get to that peak.
His
hands moved up her side, gripping her skin tight, pulling her against him and
holding her in place, and his hands closed over her breasts.
~~~***
“What
are you doing here?” that was Gina. She
glared at him with no uncertain amount of venom that spoke of just how
disappointed she was in him for keeping this from him.
“They
told me to get lost,” Trunks replied.
Sighed heavily and looked at his daughter, who was curled up in Vegeta’s
lap with her small head pressed to his shoulder, ringed tail wrapped around her
leg and he would have given up his own tail to be the one in that cage with
her. It was a strange sort of jealousy
that moved through him when he saw her there, but when she heard his voice, she
turned, clamored off Vegeta and ran over to the bars. Stuck one of her arms out of the cage and grabbed at him until he
crouched there and gave her his hand.
“Mommy,”
she whispered, “Mommy, where’s Daddy?
Is he okay?” Did she have to be
so disgustingly cute? He felt for a
moment like he was going to cry just because she was on that edge of tears
herself, but he was saved from that rather public display of his emotions by
Vegeta climbing to his feet, and Goku turning toward the fight.
“They
aren’t doing very well,” Vegeta said.
Wrapped his hands around the bars and looked toward the fight.
“They
lost level four,” Goku replied, “I should go help them.”
“No,”
Trunks said. “Leave them alone.
cage will fall apart.” Which sounded
stupid even to him, because the point was to keep that thing from
happening. But the scar on his shoulder
didn’t hurt and if Goten was really in trouble… What? The scar wouldn’t
hurt because his mate was never afraid of anything. Death did not faze Goten.
The past week had proved that even more perfectly than the suicidal act
of destroying the androids seven years ago had. But Gina would know, because Vegeta, the more intelligent twin,
was afraid of death.
“They’re
my sons,” Goku said.
“Yeah,”
that was Presta, and she showed up stinking awfully, tousled and bruised and
angry as all hell. “And he’s my
father. Except I don’t have kids to
hang around and keep safe. So I’m
going.” She glared right at him, as if
asking him to make some sort of objections, but he didn’t.
she was fifteen and everyone knew that teenagers know everything.
Gohan
appeared just as she was leaving, and he looked just about as bad as Presta
had, only he had the strangest smile on his face—Trunks knew that smile, it was
sort of like the one that Vegeta (the twin) got after he got laid after a long
hiatus, and it was nearly identical to Goku’s constant smile.
“DAD!”
Pan screamed, “How could you just…” she motioned at him “My best friend!
Masuyo
was sitting quietly in one of the far corners, eyes closed, and he, of all of
them except the parents, was the only one paying attention to the battle that
was raging.
~~~***
Vegeta
(twin and first born son of his mother by the same name) put his hands on his
knees and panted for every breath that made it into his starved lungs.
amused by them, but not at all like he was really hurt by thefforfforts thus
far.
“I
think we’re in shit,” Goten muttered next to him.
“Yeah.
going to be, obviously.”
“You
ever learn that spirit bomb bullshit that Dad tried to teach us?” Goten
asked. Wiped his forehead and looked at
him. Still smirking, but there was the
barest hint of fear in him.
“Nope.
“Starting
to think it might have been a good plan.”
Vegeta
shrugged. Little late to worry about it
now. He straightened up str stretched,
watched Buutingting increasingly bored.
So his brother sighed, and the two of them went back into fighting
stance, would have done more, but there was a streak of bright gold, and Buu went
flying back and landed in the scarred ground.
Presta
turned and looked at them. “Figure
something out quick,” she snapped, “This thing is going to kick my ass.”
his first daughter playing the distraction queen, because he grabbed his
brother and turned him to face him.
“Okay,
‘Geta, waiting for a great idea to accidentally fall out of your skull.
legs like he always did when he was doing some quick math.
fact that Buu was screaming as it raced back across the sky and kicked Presta
hard in the gut, was a true skill.
“Like
what, Goten? Should I reflect on our
childhood? Remember that time when we
changed the Bulma lotion for marshmallow crème? Or when we went to that school and put the psychotropic drugs in
their mashed potatoes? Or that one time
when we were playing truth or dare with the morons and they dared us to…”
But
he didn’t finish that sentence because Goten grabbed smacked him.
You’re a bloody fucking genius, Geta.
Really. Brothers or not, I could
just…kiss you!” And a part of Vegeta
knew that was not what his brother was going to say, but was rather happy the
words Goten intended to say were not said.
“Please,
feel free not to.”
Goten
gave him the biggest, most disturbing grin of all time.
“Please
tell me your joking and how did you get that out of them daring use to strip
down to our boxers anyway?”
“The
scar, remember. They asked me who bit me?
were that whole obsession with seeing us making out came from?”
head. “Sheesh, you’ve got a freaking
small memory.” Still, he dragged his
brother closer to Buu. “Here’s the
plan,” he said.
“Shut
up, ass, I know the plan.” He did.
brains or something so whatever Goten thought of was already in his mind and
all he had to do was go with the flow.
So he looked at Presta getting her head pounded in by Buu and
yelled. “HEY BUBBLEGUM MAN!”
He
shoved his power level up, felt it go up into third, and then fourth and he
grabbed Goten’s arm and yanked it up to his mouth, felt Goten grab his hand and
yanked it up to his mouth and then just when the pinkng wng was right on them,
he sank his teeth down into his brother’s arm overtop the scar he had put there
when he was six. Felt the power well up
inside of him and then it exploded.
Goten’s
teeth dug harder into his hand and he rolled his eyes, returned that action and
heard something popping and burning away.
Then, a darkness rose up over him and he was kicked back.
brother in the same situation, bloody grin in place, and all around them there
was smoke.
Presta
stood in the air between them.
“Morons. He was dead in the
first five seconds. What the hell was
that about anyway?”
“It’s
a twin thing,” Vegeta said. Looked down
at his hand and frowned about it. It
hurt like a sonofbitch and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. But, at least Goten was in the same situation.
“Whatever.
cage now?”
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Goten: I have a
boo-boo.
Vegeta: That’s nfunnfunny
Goku: Can I have
sex now?
Lil’Geta: Next
chapter.
Presta: I just saw
my father and my uncle biting each other.
Trunks: *sigh
*
Goku: SEX!!!!!!!
a:
*sigh*
trouble, but luckily, nothing happened.
Nothing bad happened.
Mechanical Butterfly:
the bad guys in the universe. *sighs
* And they’re winning.
androids, their parents will probably have decided to kill them, so its sort of
a lose-lose situation. ;)
Jaygoose:
that little amount of time he was there and you were going to come back and
tell him how much you hated my guts and my story was stupid and all that awful
stuff. *pause *
I didn’t screw him up. ;)