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. (Those people, mind you, are
mostly male.) So there is SLASH
(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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Vegeta
(mother and pregnant one) stood in the kitchen, at the island thing in the
middle, busily making himself a sandwich when there was a dull pop behind him
and just before his mate’s hands would have touched any part of his whole body
he snapped: “Think about it and you’re
an eunuch.”
To
which his mate elegantly replied: “I told you that you were stingy.”
However,
other folks came into the kitchen to interrupted his solitude.
three weeks and thus far, not only did Gohan not remember who he was, he didn’t
managed to remember anything you told him.)
“Hey,” he said. Stood there
awkwardly for a moment. “Uhhh…”
Vegeta
rolled his eyes. “Vegeta,” he said, to
remind the man who he was.
“Right.
you’re…?”
“The
Prince of All Saiyans?” he supplied.
“No,”
Gohan said. Looked confused for a while
longer, then came up with the brilliant statement: “You’re the Mommy!”
where (if there was any justice for pregnant folks like him who were getting
round just waaay to soon for his liking) he would hopefully end up stung by
wasps or bees or wander off and not find his way back for a few years.
Next
to bounce into his kitchen was his son.
Goten. The moron.
leaned it back so the legs were off the floor and he didn’t put his feet on the
table, but that was only because Vegeta was actually in the room at the moment.
“What
do you want?” he demanded. Had yet to
forgive his son for putting him in a giant cage and almost killing
himself. He loved all his children, but
Goten was the one that worried him.
“Geez,
think I’d get a warmer welcome than that.”
Goten shook his head, “I just wanted to let you know that you’re not
alone in the ranks of the impregnated.
Gina’s pregnant now too.”
Yippy.
“So,
any chance of you getting over being pissed at me before the next apocalypse?”
“Fix
Gohan,” he said, “And then we’ll talk about it.” He picked up his food and carried it out of the kitchen, up the
stairs and into his room where Kakarot was sitting and pouting about his mate’s
stingy and stubborn insistence that sex wasn’t the most important thing in the
universe. “NO,” he said as he crossed
the room and sat on the bed. Crossed
his legs and set the plate on his lap.
Glared at Kakarot who was pouting mightily now.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> “Not
even a little?” was the whimpery suggestion.
He
gave his mate an even darker glare.
“Kakarot,” he said without any patience, “There is nothing little about
you.”
Which
brought a brilliant smile to the idiot’s face.
“Thanks ‘Geta.” Then the pout
returned. “Really, I’ll be quick.”
Vegeta
just rolled his eyes.
~~~***
Goten
strapped his older brother to a chair.
Gohan looked confused. And then he
promptly set to taking his blood, which made the demi-Saiyan squeal and
holler.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (Apparently, fear of pointy
objects was an inherited trait, except neither him nor Vegeta had inherited
it.) “Oh shut up,” he said.
against the back of the chair.
Trunks
cleared his throat and glared at him.
“Don’t you think you should have told him what you were going to do
before you did it?”
“Ow!”
Gohan yelled, “Let me go you freakish bastard!”
“Nope,”
Goten replied, “If I told him, it wouldn’t have worked.”
“Free to go. And stop calling my
Mom ‘the mommy’ alright. A pregnant
Prince is your worst enemy.”
“There
wasn’t a nicer, less violent way for you to fix the memory loss?” Gohan
demanded. Stood up, and promptly fell
back to his ass, pressed his hand over the bruise forming on the side of his
head and made a grunty-groany noise of pain.
“Sorry,”
Goten said. Carried the blood sample
over to the medical part of his lab and set about comparing it to the other
samples that he had lying there. Trunks
was helping…some. Not much, because his
dear mate was just displeased with the whole of the idea of it, and that was
fine. He could be displeased all he
wanted. (There was also the fact that
Trunks was undoubtedly horny, and Goten hadn’t ravished him since before the
whole every known-enemy returns thing.)
“I’m
sure,” Gohan said. Climbed back to his
feet again. “Why’d you draw my blood anyway?”
“Comparing
genetics.”
“To?”
Goten
straightened and gave his brother the ‘idiot glare’ (which implied he was
looking at a great idiot.) “GEE,” he
said, “I really wonder who the hell I could compare your genetics too.
fucked recently?” Pretended to think
for a moment and then returned to looking at the slides.
“Did
biting Vegeta swap your charming personalities?” Gohan asked.
“No,
they’re both assholes now,” Trunks answered for him. Went over and helped Gohan make his way out of the lab.
that were outside of the Capsule building, tossing paint balls at each
other. When his mate came back over to
him he was on the receiving end of a glare.
“What the fuck, Goten?”
The
problem there was, he had no damn clue.
So he ignored it. That wasn’t
hard. He was good at ignoring things,
exceptionally good at making things not matter. Concentrated on the slides he was looking at, and the fact that
his daughter was still in full-swing of her first fertile cycle.
mated for life. Had their first
kid. Not exactly what he wanted for her
at this age, but if she wanted it (which she didn’t) he wouldn’t have stopped
her.
Only
she had come to and and asked him if there was some way to not get pregnant and
then repeated he concerns that her and Gohan shared some form of genetic
material that made them related. (This
concern mostly spurned by Pan who was a royal bitch just like her
grandmother.)
“Whatever,”
Trunks said, and left.
~~~***
In
the end, Goku always won. They both
knew that. But sometimes Vegeta gave
him a real run for his money. Held out
until he unleashed the full force of the pouting-strategy.
that, and Goku had just decided that ‘fine’ and ‘be that way’ wasn’t going to
work. So he waited until Vegeta
finished eating and then stripped off his clothes (Goku’s own clothes that is.)
his hands over his own body. Up and
down his chest, down his stomach, just barely to his very insistent
erection. Up and down, endlessly until
he shivered with each brush of his fingertips to his skin and it got harder and
harder (no pun intended) to not wrap his fist around himself and do that horrid
act known as masturbation. Pulled his
legs up and opened them wide, ran his hands up and down his thighs and made
little noises of self-interest.
Practically
heard Vegeta roll his eyes, and then his mate set the plate on the floor, stood
up and stripped himself naked. “I
should just leave you here, you big fucking baby,” Vegeta said.
straddled Goku’s thighs, sank down onto him unexpectedly.
into the slick heat of his mate’s body, made Vegeta groan.
He
nuzzled the scarred skin of both his shoulders, ran his hands over his back and
down to his rather perfect ass. “Thanks
‘Geta,” he murmured. Rolled them over
and curled their tails up. Set to
making Vegeta yell his name—just because he had gone to such extreme lengths to
get to this point and figured ‘why not go for broke?’
~~~***
“GO,”
Trunks yelled at him, grabbed him by the arm and shoved him toward the door,
“And FIX your stupid ass brother and whatever crawled up his ass and took up
residence there because I am fucking sick of him.” Pointed.
Gina
was standing in the room too and she looked mighty impressed that Mr. ‘I stand
here and look pretty but never say what’s on my mind’ had apparently just grown
a pair. Vegeta, himself, was mighty
shocked by this sudden birth of male-hormones.
“I thought you were in charge of what got shoved in his ass, Demi,” he
said.
“Haha,
there I laughed. Go!”
Tough
crowd. So he IT’ed out of existence and
reappeared in the lab to find his brother standing in front of a rather large
collection of blood samples. “So,
what’s living in your ass?” he asked.
“Don’t
know,” Goten replied. Didn’t sound too
concerned about it. Switched a slide
out. There was a machine that was
making a lot of beeping noises on the table with the microscope and Vegeta sat
down in a chair far away from the equipment he could damage.
“Why
en’ten’t you made with the fucking of Trunks?
Demi’s high-strung you know.”
Tapped his fingers together to give himself some sort of patience,
because he just did not have any. Goten
stood up straight and looked at him very seriously.
Opened
his mouth. Closed it.
Then looked at him again. “I don’t
want to.”
“What?”
Vegeta demanded, stood up and looked at him.
“What do you mean, you don’t want to?
You always want to.”
“I
realize that,” Goten said, “But I don’t want him like that right now.
da
daughter. When I’m done with
that…then… Whatever.
“Oh,
whatever, Goten. Every time you work on
something big and serious you go off and do something stupid so you can figure
it out.”
There
was a shrug in response, and Vegeta sighed heavily. Tried to figure out just what the hell could be bothering his
brother like this. Found himself at a
mental impasse, and shook his head.
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Goku: I love
it when I win
Vegeta: How
would you know what ‘losing’ is, you never do?
Goku: And I
never intend to.
Goten:
Someone, quick, figure out what’s wrong so I can have sex.
Trunks:
Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!
Macha:
I’m
glad folk liked the Chichi-explanation.
;) I liked it.
stupid, he really had amnesia.
EleneK:
*growls
at Pan * Yeah, she’s being a bit of a
witchy-poo right now, but either she’ll get over it or she won’t be in my story
ever again. And you’d think Gohan would
know not to get involved. * I didn’t give him amnesia because I
hated him, I gave him amnesia because I wanted to include him in the
jokes.
Tien.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
*writer
is absent *
*what
could she be doing? *
*there
is the wafting stench of lemons *
*originating
from the twin’s room *
*whatever
could the author be doing?*
I loved your answer to Goku’s “where did we go
wrong?” question. *still giggling
*