Mental Therapy
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Mental Therapy
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy
Sequel
to Hormone Therapy
First:
A) As this is a sequel it is entirely necessary for you to read the story
before it: Hormone Therapy. It is not necessary to read Cross-eyed, but
it would be nice if you did.
B) (Just in case I don’t make it obvious) Takes place 16 years post
Hormone Therapy & 1 year (probably about nine months) prior to the Twin’s
filching the Time Machine.
Second:
I don’t own DBZ. I own Vegeta’s uterus, his twin sons: Lil’Geta &
Goten.
Third:
Smut. Humor. Slash. Crude language.
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Trunks
opened his eyes, blinked and looked at the side of the (really freaking small)
bed that Goten was usually on. Found
that it was empty and cold, and rolled onto his back, rested his hand on his
bare stomach, knitted his eyebrows together and wondered why it felt like
someone was tapping on his back endlessly.
Tried to imagine just where the hell his mate was if he wasn’t trying to
molest him for his morning sex. This
was the very first morning since he got here that he wasn’t being woke up by a
hand or a mouth.
Looked
across the room at where Vegeta was sitting on his bed, watching Gina
sleep. They always slept completely
dressed unlike Goten who thought it was almost sacrilegious to go to sleep
unless they were at least half naked.
The older, ruder, darker twin gave him a glare.
That
must be the annoying tapping sensation on his back. Sat up, was thankful he was still wearing pants at least—a shirt
was too much to ask for and after the four consecutive day he decided it wasn’t
worth it to blush at the hickies on his chest.
“Where is he?”
“Probably
in his lab.”
Trunks
pulled on his shoes, left his chest naked because he was probably going to end
up naked anyway, left the room, found that the parents were already awake,
paused for just a moment to watch the man that looked like his father holding
his infant son and slightly swaying from side to side.
and ran into Goku as he was climbing the stairs with a bottle.
“Good
morning!” Goku said.
He
mumbled something, did not have the energy this early in the morning to be
cheery, and left the house. Walked
across the open yard between their house and the Capsule building, found the
door that led straight to the labs, and lo and behold, there was his mate,
setting up what looked to be some sort of twisted chemistry experience.
“What
are you doing?”
“Fixing
something,” Goten said.
Trunks
yawned. Sat at the table, looked at a
portfolio and upon flipping open the lavender cover found that he was looking
at a typed journal of something called ‘hormone therapy.’
his mouth open and looked back at Goten:
“Just who are you trying to get pregnant here?”
Goten
turned and looked at him. “I don’t
know. Just wanted to see if I could do
it. Why? Don’t want to carry my babies?”
Way.
He blinked. “But…
And I didn’t say that. But why
do you want kids?”
Goten
shrugged. “Always figured that ‘Geta
would have the kids. But that was
before I found out about how Mom got pregnant.” He picked up a needle off the table and took Trunks’ arm.
anything. It’s your decision.
That
was too much to think about, so he did the next best thing and resolutely did
not think about it. Yawned again and
leaned the chair back.
“Oh,”
Goten said, “Do you want your tail back?”
He pulled yet another capsule system out of his pocket.
“Are
you ever going to take anything out of your pockets?”
“I’d
lose it if I did. Anyway, don’t tell
Mom and Dad, but ‘Geta and I went back to the Saiyan planet and snooped around
for a while. Found out how to trigger
tail regeneration.” He flipped open the
capsule and there was a stack of papers.
Pulled them out and dropped them on the table. “I’ve got to put that stuff in order. Its everything we learned about Saiyans.”
“Do
you always wake up and be this smart?”
Goten
grinned at him. Moved back to his side
of the table and leaned, kissed him. “I
thought you didn’t want to greet the day with sex all the time.”
“I
like it better than all these questions.”
“Hmm.
He yanked Trunks out of the chair and kissed him, hooked an arm around
his neck and pulled them together.
Trunks
pulled the shirt over Goten’s head, broke them apart only long enough to get
Goten’s chest bare. Then felt lips
right back against his, felt the arm that wasn’t around his neck go down
between them and push into his pants, fingertips against his skin until the
whole hand was wrapping around him as he hardened. Felt Goten’ laugh, and pushed his own hands into his pants,
pressed his palm flat against the warm skin.
“This
works better with no clothes,” Goten told him as he moved his lips from Trunks’
mouth to his neck. Pulled his hand out
of his pants and worked on undoing them.
Then pulled the tie on his own and wiggled out of them—idiot wasn’t even
wearing shoes.
“Really?”
Trunks said. Kicked his shoes off, and
let Goten drag him over toward a flat, empty table. Waited as his mate sat on the table and wrapped his legs around
Trunks, pulled him up against him.
“Want
to be rid of that pesky virginity once and for all?”
“What?”
been taken over a week ago. Unless…
Goten
gave him a long look, handed him a certain infamous tube and leaned back,
rested on his elbows and licked his lips.
Waited. “Well?”
Oh.
defeat android? He was used to
that. Watched Goten unwrap his legs from
around him, lift them up and shit that was just plain surreal.
very sincerely that Bulma didn’t walk in for any reason as he stared at his
mate’s splayed legs and the shameless way he was all displayed.
“Should
I talk you through it?” Goten asked.
No.
mate’s descriptions. So he opened the
little tube, pressed the oily lube into his hand, covered his fingers in it and
then slicked his erection. Didn’t look
at Goten because he knew that he was being watched and wasn’t sure he could
survive this if he looked back. Lowered
his fingers and closed his eyes as he pushed one finger inside of
Goten.
Thanked
everything that was responsible that his mate did not make noise.
forced himself not to contemplate how embarrassed he was about this.
felt the kiss on his cheek, fingers wrapped around his erection.
“I’m
too horny to do this properly,” he said, “How about we do the whole foreplay
thing next time?” pulled Trunks closer to him, canted his hips and guided his
mate to his entrance, pulled him in and met Trunks’s eyes as he stopped
breathing.
Had
to lean forward and grip the edge of the table just to keep from
collapsing. Because he had thought the
hands and the mouth down there was exciting he had never even thought of what
it was like to actually be buried inside of his mate. Now that he was, he couldn’t even think clearly enough to
appreciate it.
Felt
Goten’s hands on his back, petting him.
Then watched as his mate laid himself out flat on the table, hips right
on the edge, hanging off a bit as he wrapped his legs around Trunks, looked at
him. Smiled—didn’t grin—and said:
Oh.
Pulled
out experimentally, bit back the groan at the heat and the friction and then
pushed back in, saw stars exploding all around them and thought that this was
why he was always the one on the other side of this little mating.
Trunks. Traced the flush as it started
on his chest, spread out, bent and kissed his chest, sucked on the skin
there. Felt that he was thrusting without
even a hint of rhythm. Didn’t spare the
energy to feel foolish.
Goten
took his hand, moved it to where his tail was sliding up and down the table and
wrapped his fingers around it. “Here,”
his mate said. Propped himself up on
one elbow and dropped his hand down to his erection with the other.
same rhythm and smiled when Goten started to shake and jerk against him.
Thrust
harder and faster and felt everything coming together in a dangerous peak that
would probably kill him. Tightened his
hold on the tail in his hand, stroked it faster and heard Goten collapsing back
on the table, watched the body arch, felt himself being pushed farther into his
mate’s body.
Pressed
his open mouth against the skin, screameundlundlessly when he felt himself give
into the heat and the tightness, sucked on the salty skin, and kept moving his
hand even as his hips stopped. Heard
the muttered curse word and felt Goten go still, pant, and looked up at the
flushed face.
“Not
bad,” was what his mate said.
~~***
Vegeta
met his oldest in the kitchen—was starting to think that the twins camped out
in there when they had something to say.
Stood in the doorway and waited for whatever it was to be said.
“I’m
going to go deal with Kane,” his son said, “He isn’t dropping the charges and
I’m sick of him.”
Wanted
to say that he would do it—because he wanted to beat the hell out of that
annoying man—but didn’t. Didn’t even
ask just how his son was planning on dealing with his brother’s stupid
mistake. Watched Vegeta, his son, turn
and leave and wished him wit with whatever he was about to do.
Got
pushed into the kitchen by a smaller—female—body colliding with him.
yawning and running her fingers through her long dark hair.
“Sorry,”
she said. Yawned loudly and then
stretched. “Hey,” she said, “What am I
supposed to call you anyway?”
He
thought about this for a second, but before he could come up with an answer she
just smiled and said:
“I’ll
call you Mum. I didn’t like my own
mother, she was a high-society bitch.
Uptight.” Yawned again, crossed
the kitchen like she had always lived here and fixed herself a bowl of
cereal. Was moving to sit down at the
table to eat it when the kitchen door opened and admitted Goten and his
mate. Both were grinning like lechers,
both were stinking, and were shirtless.
“Hey,”
Gina said to Goten, “’Geta told me about the Truth or Dare game.”
“How
long did he hold out?” Goten asked. Grabbed himself a bowl that was roughly five times the size of
hers and made a real bowl of cereal.
“An
hour or so,” she said. Sat on the
COUNTER. “You pervert,” she said to
him.
“It
was not my dirty mind that came up with the dare.”
“You’re
still a pervert for doing it.”
“Doing
what?” Goku asked. He too ran into
Vegeta and went passed him in search of food.
“Making
out with ‘Geta,” Gina said, “When they were like twelve.”
That
stopped Goku dead in his tracks, and Vegeta had to press a hand to his mouth to
keep from bursting out in laughter at the way his mate when completely still,
gathered up a great deal of anger up and just before he managed to get the
scream out, Goten had disappeared (bowl of cereal and all.)
“WHAT
THE HELL ARE YOU… GET BACK HERE!” And
his mate blinked out of existence as well.
“Ew,”
Trunks said, “They kissed each other?”
“Yep.”
“That’s
gross.”
“I
would be interested in seeing it.”
“Perv.”
Oh,
Vegeta thought with a shake of his head, he had the most brilliant children ever.
All of them. And their mates
too.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Goten:
Uh-oh.
Trunks:
Uh-oh what?
Lil’Geta: I
see a dead end in the near future.
Gina: Say it
isn’t so, Joe!
Joe: it
isn’t so.
Gina: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Goku: I
don’t know. But he’s interrupting any
discussion of sex we could be having.
Vegeta:
Actually, we’re supposed to be informing the audience that sadly, this
ficcie has run its course and the next chappie or so should be the last one.
Goten: AND,
since the author tossed in that nice twist (me and the hormone therapy thing)
to ask the audience if they were interested in a sequel or if we should just
shut our stupid mouths and go away.
Goku: Think
of the sex, folks!
Vegeta:
Please let us know what you think.
Jaygoose:
There
were three or so alternate versions of Goten’s story but that was the one I
liked the best. And it doesn’t matter
if you came up with the saying or not, it was how you put the shirt to use that
made you creative.
Getarian:
No,
I don’t think the twins actually told their parents they didn’t clean them up
by hand. Remember Lil’Geta said: “its
years of yard work we didn’t do”? But they
had to gripe to keep up appearances.
Yeah,
I thought Goku & Geta were getting all misty-eyed.
because no parent wants to see their children grown up.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yep.
loves to cause Chaos.
Yeah,
I don’t really care if Kane falls off the side of a building to his untimely
demise, but I can’t just keep being mean to the feller because he fell victim
to Goten’s charms and got obsessive….
You know I think I can keep being mean to him.
I
remember when I had AOL and I couldn’t do anything on the internet because it
kept kicking me off. (and it was
slow.) but, happily, now I have
high-speed.