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.
~~~~~**
Four
damn months. Only four, and he was as
big around as barrel. FOUR MONTHS.
get this fricking big? Not that anyone
else seemed to mind. They just sighed
and got all dreamy-eyed. Told him that
he was so lucky to be having children.
Except Kakarot, because his mate was actually quite whiny about the fact
that his mate had told him point blank there would be no nakedness until after
the kids were born. And then, Vegeta
thought with a vindictive little smirk, he would be the one doing the fucking
because he was not going through this shit one more time.
The
book he had been holding—because unless he looked busy 100% of the time, there
was always someone there to ask him if he needed anything—fell away and he
stared at the sky. Thought of how nice
it would be to look like he had four months ago. Because yes, while battle gear and spandex did stretch to
accommodate any body size, this is not what it was meant to cover.
remind him that Vegeta was not some fucking woman. (Well, definitely mostly not.)
He was still very male. Still
very much the PrinceAll All Saiyans.
But,
alas, he could not do these things. So
when Kakarot came over and sat on the lawn chair next to his he had to endure
the inevitable stupid questions.
“Hey,
‘Geta,” said the baka, “What are we going to feed them?
Chichi had boobs. What are you
going to do?”
“They
have formula you can make for them,” Vegeta said. He sounded disgustingly patient.
Because it took too much energy to scream all the time.
occasions. And the sun was warm, and he
was warm, and tired. Thought that it
would probably be a good time to sleep.
That’s
when the great baka said: “Hey…
Geta…” He sounded awfully
hesitant.
Vegeta
opened his eyes, looked at his mate.
Who was pointing at Vegeta. More
specifically at his legs.
Leaking?
talking about would be pointless, because Vegeta couldn’t see anything but his
big old belly. But now that the idiot
had pointed it out, there was an awful wetness in the nether regions.
He
was not having these children now. It
was only four months. He was not ready
to have them yet.
The
baka put his hand on Vegeta’s stomach, had the most concentrated look on his
face that Vegeta had ever seen on the man.
And then Kakarot huffed, slid his arms under Vegeta and picked him
up. “Come on, Geta.
someone to hold him up—and wet a small hand towel.
“What
are you doing?” Vegeta demanded as he was guided into stepping out of his
pants.
“Cleaning
you off.” And then Kakarot did just
that. Stooped rather gracelessly, as he
was holding up Vegeta and he was busily wiping off his legs.
Kakarot stood up, picked him up again and toted him to their bedroom.
plastic on one side for easy clean-up) that Bulma had made for them.
weeks ago when she did an ultrasound on Vegeta and found that his twins were
almost the regular size for full-term.
Which meant the idiot woman that this might happen and had taken steps
to make sure they would be prepared.
Not that they needed any help.
Kakarot was piling up pillows, then he threw the sheet across it—leaving
Vegeta to stand on his own two feet, finally, and it was just about then that
the most interesting sensation started in his back, and squeezed.
crouched, curled his body forward.
Hissed out between his teeth as the pain pulled in tighter.
Arms
lifted him up, arranged him with his back against the pillows.
sitting on the bed next to him, watching him, and damn if he didn’t have the
most concerned look in his eyes. The
pain passed and Vegeta breathed normally—refused to pant—and Kakarot moved over
to sta stack of necessities on their dresser.
Picked up the towels, the clamps and scissors and all those sterile
tools, moved them to the nightstand.
Vegeta
watched him. Considered what he was
doing, why he had allowed it to happen to him in the first place.
large hand across the bite mark. And
the tingles that went through Vegeta’s whole body reminded him.
so close to him. Because Kakarot had
wanted him.
Hn.
Then
another pain blossomed out of his back, banded across his waist and he closed
his eyes, clenched his teeth.
Remembered to breath. Felt the
idiot next to him, shifting on the bed, petting him. When the pain left, he pressed back into the pillows again and
forced out normal breaths. Until Kakarot
gave him a look, moved down to look between his legs and then looked back up at
him.
“Breath
normally, ‘Geta.”
~~~~**
Goku
wasn’t a very smart mammal. This he
knew. But he’d (sort of) been there
when Chichi was in labor, and he remembered that you weren’t supposed to breath
regular little breaths like you weren’t in pain.yes"> And that’s what Vegeta was doing. So he told him to knock it off.
Was extremely relieved when the Prince started breathing heavier, and
his chest stopped heaving so badly. He
wanted to comfort him more, but felt that he should probably keep an eye on
what was happening with the birthing.
(Not that he thought he was qualified in the least to be doing this sort
of thing.)
Nothing
thus far. And he felt a bit odd to just
be sitting there. Staring at Vegeta’s
private parts. No wonder his mate
didn’t want anyone else to do this.
Goku, himself, probably wouldn’t have let anyone else do it.
Goku’s.)
Then
another contraction. He put his hand on
the rounded belly. Felt the
contraction, wondered what it felt like on the inside as he watched to see if
any part of a kid was trying to come out.
Wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do when that time came.
Listened
to Vegeta panting. “Getting closer,”
the prince said.
Goku
nodded. Rubbed the poor tummy.
a wet towel so he could wipe off Vegeta’s face. But he hadn’t thought about it before and he couldn’t leanow.now. The next contraction came faster,
and he looked down.
“Oh!”
he said, “There’s hair!”
Not
that Vegeta really cared. He seemed to
be quite concentrated. Rolling his body
up in the oddest sandwich-type position.
And then he was breathing heavily again and pressed back into the
pillows.
Goku
grabbed the necessary stuff. Sat it on
his lap, waited. This was the grossest
part. He remembered those videos he had
to watch. That was disgusting.
twins. He would suffer through it.
Another
contraction.
And
this time, he watched in transfixed horror as the little head emerged.
Kami. This kid was much cuter
than the ugly ones on the video. He
reached down, grabbed the little one under the back of his head and pulled—not
enough to hurt ‘Geta, of course, but enough so that when he pushed, the little
one came out completely. And he was
holding his son. His son that was
giving him a look directly from his mother.
For
a long moment, all he could do was stare at the baby, and then he remembered
all that stuffut cut cutting the umbilical and wrapping him up and that good
nonsense. And he set to work doing
that. Once the umbilical was cut he was
left with the nasty task of cleaning up the afterbirth.
Vegeta
reminded Goku that he was sitting right there by saying:
of venom lacking.
Goku
relinquished his beautiful son to Vegeta and cleaned up the nasty, nasty part
of the whole birth.
Vegeta
held his little first-born (unsurprisingly named Vegeta) and wondered if it
would make a huge impact on history if he named him something silly like Hubert
or Ernie. But, as he watched the little
coal-black eyes blink at him, he realized that even if his future sons hadn’t
come back, he probably would have named this little one after himself.
The
big one was cleaning up. Making little
disgusted noises—not that Vegeta cared that damn much, he was the one thad
dd
done the hard part—and he was left in momentary peace to look at his son.
him, growing strong from the nourishment that Vegeta had provided him
with. Understood why bitchy women were
always so insistent that their children were more attached to their mothers
than their father. Because he couldn’t
understand anyone being closer to his child than him.
Kakarot
came back. With a wash clothe.
and he thought that Kakarot was actually a pretty considerate person.
him. A smile came across his face.
confuse him with you?”
“We
won’t,” Vegeta said. He finally let
Kakarot take the little one because he felt pains starting in his back
again. He watched his first-born being
tucked into a crib and missed him immediately.
Even as he felt the pressure down there again, even as he pushed and
worked to bring the second one into the world, he wanted to be able to see
them.
“Uhh,”
Kakarot said.
“WHAT?”
Vegeta demanded. He was not in the mood
for that uhhh, thing. He was trying to
push out a baby, not guess what the hell the baka walkinlking about.
“Feet.”
“Feet?”
“Legs,”
Kakarot said. He was staring intently
between Vegeta’s legs.
Personally,
Vegeta didn’t care if the kid came out green and purple, just so long as he
finished coming out.
pulling down there again, felt something stretching and then tearing.
himself not to feel pain. Thought that
it still hurt, and he was definitely not doing this again.
(Especially since he’d seen how those twins had turned out, and
reflected that he probably wouldn’t have the time to get pregnant.
And
there was his second son. Crying.
over again about nasty things and whatnot.
Looked at his second—identical—son, and watched the little boy as he
stopped crying, sucked on the corner of the blanket around him.
Beauty.
And
then Little Vegeta started to wail, and his brother, Goten, joined in.
~~~~~~~~~~**
Yeah!
Gk: Nasty! First I have to
masturbate, and now I have to dispose of those disgusting placentas.
Vegeta: Shut up.
Gk: Its no fair. How about we
switch? I’ll give birth, you clean it
up.
Vegeta: No.
Gk: What do you mean, no?
Vegeta: Wrong story.
That’s all until tomorrow folks!
LadyLupi:p><:p>
Actually, I read your story before I read the review
for this story. So I beat you to
telling me to review! Now go work on
the writing.
Jaygoose:
Thanks. I
remember when my mom was pregnant twice in a row. (Vaguely, I remember, because I was like 9 and I had my own life
I was wrapped up in.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
Poor Bulma.
Her dreams would never have been the same if he had licked them
clean. Sadly, I decided against
that. Couldn’t really picture it in my
own head, and thus couldn’t write it accordingly.
Getarian:
Yeah! I was
trying to show how they cared about each other without having to say ‘I love
you.’ So yeah!
(before Vegeta got there) was hilarious.
Poor Chichi just keeps getting lower and lower on that Great scale o’sex.
Uh. Mercedes
Lackey is a fantasy writer. The books I
read are all set in *can’t remember the name of the city *
And my favorite was the Last Herald Mage trilogy because it had this one
character, Vanyel, and he was the prissy little peacock boy.
ended up getting all this power (won’t tell you details.) and there are three
books about him. I loved him.
And the Dracula thing. Yeah, it was Brams.
was because it was written through letters and whatnot.
all the people that were involved. And
it was a group of Englishman. But its
good to read to see the origin of some of the vampire myths.