Family Therapy
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Family Therapy
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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)e pae 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 war all all his
own.)
an
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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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It
hit him with the force of a thousand tons of bricks. It was just that big olighlight bulb that went off in his
head. Somewhere between Gina climbing
into bed next to him, and feeling the scar on his hand burn, hearing her little
murmured sigh and knocking her out of bed as he leapt to his feet, he realized
the only thing in the whole world that would make his brother not interested in
sex. (He meant, besides himself,
because he had this power if he got pissed at Goten enough.)
the floor where he knocked her, and he IT’ed right out of the room, reappeared
in his parent’s room. (Thank all the
Gods, they were sleeping.) Grabbed his
mother by his and and yanked him out of the bed. (Naked, unfortunately.
But His mother had nothing he hadn’t seen on one of the two genders
already.) Other than the unfortunately
singe-burn that he got from his dear mother letting loose a ki blast at short
range, no injuries were had.
“You
need to get dressed, go find Goten and stop being an ass.
and we have to fucking raise it.”
His
mother climbed to his feet, grabbed a sheet off the bed (flipped his father
right out of bed and that didn’t even wake him up.) Wrapped himself up in a sheet (he was very…uh…shy about his
stomach.) “What?!”
Vegeta
(the son one, not the enraged mother) sighed.
“Goten. Remember, second born
son. Genius? Fucking moron that locked you in a cage while you were pregnant
and proceeded to kill himself in an attempt to keep everyone from suffering
rather nasty consequences? Remember
him? Get off your high horse and go
forgive him so he can fuck the demi and we can all finally get some sleep.”
His
mother blinked. “What?” but quieter
this time, “Why do I need to forgive him?”
He
had his mother’s glare, this he knew.
So he unleashed the full wrath of the ‘Prince of Saiyans’ glare at his
mother. “Just go do it.”
out of the bedroom and to Goten’s lab—where he practically lived
nowadays—didn’t reappear, but left his mother there. Went back to his room and stood in the ‘doorway’ thing between rooms
and watched Trunks sleep. Sighed heavily
and once more felt a strange twist of pride and pity for the demi-saiyan.
~~~***
Alright
then.
He
was here to forgive his youngest twin son.
Right. Okay.
Then,
of course, he saw Goten. And everything
that his oldest didn’t say became obvious.
He sighed, felt a sense of the unreal because of the two twins he had
figured it would be the elder that needed to hear his Mother tell him that he
hadn’t done a bad thing. Got>Goten never
needed that, never even cared really.
But then, of all the things that he had done, Goten hadn’t ever done
anything to earn Vegeta’s disapproval.
Ever. He’d pissed his father off
in a real way more than once. (The pink
hair thing came to mind.) But Goten had
never gotten on his mother’s bad side.
“What
are you doing?” Vegeta asked.
Goten
looked up from the papers scattered across his table. “I’m dancing a jig.”
“How
many days has it been since you slept?”
“Five.”
Vegeta
sighed, heavily. Blamed Kakarot for
their children’s stubbornness. Then he
crossed the room (clad in but a sheet) and grabbed his idiot child.
Goten try to jerk away, but Vegeta held him by the hair and hauled him out into
the open part of the lab. Let him go
and gave his son a real measuring glance.
“Tell me that it was so bad you had to keep us out of it,” he said.
happened.’ Because he could easily
figure that out. He knew what he was,
knew for a fact that if Kakarot hadn’t told him not to, he would have
fought. Probably would have endangered
his unborn children. And little
Aya. He remembered her and how she
would have been lost or hurt. Didn’t
need his son to tell him that.
“It
was worse,” Goten said. Looked
uncomfortable. Dug his hands down into
his pockets and looked highly uncomfortable.
“And
there was no other way.”
“No.
Vegeta
nodded. “Then you didn’t do anything
wrong. So what’s bothering you?”
since you locked him in a giant cage that was designed to save my life’ because
his son already knew it.
Goten
heaved a great sigh. Ran his hand though
his hair. “I’m trying to recreate a
sterlization effect that the Saiyans from Presta’s world had, only make it so
its not permanent and not painful. Then
of course, there’s the little side project of mapping her and Gohan’s DNA to
see if they’re related. That was loads
of fucking fun when I did it to mine and Trunks’ DNA. Only Gohan’s is taking five times as long as Trunks’ for no
reason.”
“Why’d
you do Trunks’?”
“I
wasn’t about to have kids with someone that had half my dna, Mom.
defects. There is a reason humans have
the taboo on incest. They’ve inbred
their way to where they are now and doing it anymore just causes problems.”
Blah-blah-blah.
said was that he was concerned about kids.
That’s it. So why all the fat?
fuck him so your brother can sleep.”
“Well,
should I take that as a direct order from the Prince?”
He
glared at his child. But he did it
lovingly.
~~~***
Trunks
woke up for two very good reasons (he thought them to be good reasons)
things that meant it had to be Goten’s hand and Two: there was a very warm body pressed up against his that was at
least partially unclothed. So he opened
his eyes and looked at Goten, saw him grinning, and made a cut off little noise
of sleepy pleasure. (That hand in his
pants was a very skilled hand.) Turned
his head away from Goten, toward the glass doors that were mostly slid closed
and then looked back at his mate. “Not
here,” he said.
Goten
didn’t look like this shocked him very much, and he made his point by sliding
his fingers into Trunks as he bent and kissed him (and simultaneously IT’ing
them to one of the twin’s favorite spots.)
Used the hand that wasn’t massaging him from the inside out to pull his
pants down, used his tail to help and Trunks had to do very little other than
shift at the appropriate times to assist in the pants-removal process.
and out of the way, opening himself up wider for the fingers that moved deeper
into him and rubbed mercilessly against him.
Made all his body quiver with that sensation and it was a rather insane
thing. (It had been far too fucking
long since the last time.)
Trunks
sat up enough to grab Goten (who was all naked, and that wasn’t a freaking
shock, Goten would live naked if not for the fact that he had daughters and a
snarky T-shirt collection) by his erection and pull him down, press him against
his own fingers as they slid out of Trunks and he lifted his own legs, hooked
them over Goten’s arms as he leaned forward and pressed his palms to the
ground. Felt that hardness push into
him again, and his mouth dropped open as his head rolled back, his whole body
stretched out and pushed back to accept the invasion as quickly as
possible.
“Don’t
tease me,” he said, curled his hand his hair (it was getting too long again)
and Goten grinned at him. Moved his
hips, quick, thrusting into him and making him squirm.
too fucking long for shit like that, he groaned and whimpered as he was thrust
into, felt the strokes getting harder and faster and whined for more, edged his
power level up (consciously, and that was just about the last thing his brain
had a hand in.) Felt Goten’s get higher
because he was the dominant. Trunks
grabbed one of the arms that were on either side of his shoulders, grabbed the
strong arm, dug his fingers into the skin hard and tried to jerk his hips back
as he bit his lips and tried very hard not to start crying out loud enough to
draw the attention of unwanted wildlife.
Goten
shifted just a little, moved his arms a few inches and changed the way Trunks’
legs were folded, made him really lose his breath then, because that changed
angle made starbursts of color explode behind his eyes as his back when rigid
and his muscles tightened up impossibly, he quaked when every stroke into him
and sucked in air through his clenched teeth.
Dropped the hand out of his hair and grabbed Goten’s other arm.
through the overwhelming pressure, that feeling that made everything about it,
that made him whimper and shake and need more of it. Felt it building, felt it growing tight and hot and his face was
flushed and his eyes slid closed as he tried to keep them open.
Goten
moved just a bit harder, and Trunks felt it break, the explosion of pleasure
throughout him, and his muscles when limp like jelly as Goten moved inside of a
him as he quivered and whimpered and tried to breath. He felt Goten’s body shiver against him, felt the heat deep
inside of him, and his legs were slowly lowered back down, just around Goten
now as he was kissed. Little
kisses.
“Sorry
for being a prick,” Goten murmured.
He
patted his mate’s back and would have said something reassuring and wise, but
he was tired now, and Goten had to be exhausted after five days without
sleep. So he just nodded.
room, because his ears popped, and the bed reappeared under him.
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Lil’Geta:
to sleep
Goten: I’ll
take that as a complement and ignore any other connotations.
Lil’Geta:
So, how do you feel about being prostituted out for a chapter of a
story?
Goten: *grin
* Oh, I’m feeling pretty damn good
about. *waves lemon in front of Lil’Geta
* I’ve read it.
Lil’Geta:
Hey! Give it to me.
Jaygoose:
Yep.
Maybe someone should start throwing drinks in people’s faces.
Webtester 01:
Lol.
This story isn’t finished yet, but I’m not entirely sure there’s a
sequel to it.
Macha:
I’m
happy Goku wins too. But I love that
Vegeta keeps trying. *pats the Prince
* that’s right dude, just keep trying!
Mechanical Butterfly:
*heen
* Okay, I need to know how you want to
get this here lemon. I’m not going to
post it here on the AFF.net, so I’ll have to e-mail it to you (after I see that
there’s a new malicious chappy.)
I
love that Vegeta is a Mommy. *pats him
* Mommy Vegeta.
And you’re right. It would be
funny for them to attempt to make a ‘little’ sex.
GAH!
ass’ and you said ‘blah-blah, Goten and Lil’Geta connected.’)
smell, because I finished the lemon.
*Smirk * Took me a bit to figure
out how I wanted them to do it. *smirk
more * But I’ve got it managed.