Group Therapy
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Group Therapy
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Sequel to Mental Therapy
Which
was the sequel to Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
it, the twins would be in the show and everyone would be running and screaming in
fear of Goten’s insatiable need for chaos and sex. (However, I do own: Vegeta’s uterus, the twins, Trunks’ uterus
(when he gets one) and Gina.)
If you did not read Hormone Therapy or Mental Therapy than you will be
as clueless as newborn. You should go
read Cross-eyed, but you don’t have to.
There will be SEX. Between two
males and between man & woman.
There will be CRUDE LANGUAGE.
(Goten’s T-shirts will be mentioned.)
And this is AU. And it’s all
about humor.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
If
they had stripped him naked, spread-eagled him and put up a sign inviting
tourists to come and gawk he was fairly certain he would have been more
comfortable. In fact, he starstarting
to think he should just ask them to do that.
Bulma had told Goten that he needed to give Trunks a physical, and Goten
had launched into a whole spiel of medically-speaking perverted details of just
how fit and perfect his mate was. (The
terrifying part was that Bulma either didn’t pick up on the perversion of it
all or was ignoring it.) So, having
passed the first test, Trunks was sitting on the most uncomfortable metal table
and trying not to shiver while his mate and the obstinate mirror image of his
mate stood in the room and shifted back and forth.
Other
than ‘for your protection’ nobody had really explained just why Vegeta was
there to him. And he felt a little more
than naked sitting there (although he was fully clothed) while he waited for
Bulma to produce the miracle drink that was going to make him a uterus (and the
other necessary equipment) so he could have a baby for his overly horny
mate. He had had better ideas in his
life.
When
the woman did finally show herself, she was wearing some sort of pale-blue body
suit (as if giving him this hormone therapy was going to give her a deadly
disease.) “Okay,” she said through the
little metal plate over her mouth, “Everyone ready?”
Goten
was smirking, Vegeta was covering his hand with his mouth, and Trunks just
stared. Blinked.
her, and just what the hell they were doing to him, but decided that he didn’t
want to know.
She
used tongs to hand him a small beaker full of innocuous looking clear
liquid. It didn’t even have a
smell. He looked at Goten, and then at
Bulma, made a face and wished like hell that they had just spiked his orange
juice or something and not told him about it before they decided to give this
to him.
“Drink
it,” Bulma said. She was standing very
far away from him, near the wall.
So
he did. Drank it all in one
swallow. And besides the god-awful
taste, nothing happened.
“Okay,”
that was the blue-suited genius, “Now we have to wait about four hours.”
“What?”
uncomfortable table for four hours while the twins milled around and didn’t say
anything. (Although he was certain they
had some sort of non-verbal language that allowed them to have conversations
without having to speak.) “And why
are you wearing that?” he demanded.
“Oh,
this is for both of our protection.”
She sat down at the desk in the corner and set about recording the
observations thus far.
“Protection?”
“I
think you underestimate the depth of what you just got yourself into,” Vegeta
said—smirked like the fucking bastard he was—“You should know better than we
just how horny Goten is. Well, multiple
that by twelve, add insanely possessive dementia, and you should have the
barest idea just what you will be doing for the next couple of weeks.”
He
rolled his eyes. Felt something in his gut—well,
not his gut so much as lower, nestled in his hips, and his head felt dizzy, he
was suddenly very tired, and he tried to warn someone, but the whole world went
black before he could even open his mouth.
~~~***
Bardock
had just learned—the rather hard way—that one did not make one’s mother made
after one’s mother had regrown his tail and was pissed off at one’s older
brothers for whatever it was that one’s older brothers were doing.
little toddler self—standing in front of a wall that he had just splattered
with mustard and mayo, scrubbing at it with a rag and cursing his mother with
every fiber of his tiny Saiyan body.
Gina,
personally, thought it was even cuter.
Because the little boy had the same flame hair-style that his mother
did, the same genki cuteness of his father, and the rottenness of his
brothers. She pressed a hand to her
pregnant belly and felt her child kick.
Had convinced Vegeta not to find out what the gender of the baby
was. (Although Goten knew.
had come across this knowledge.) he
rather liked having this ongoing bet with him about what gender it would be.
in his family had sons. She said it
would be a girl, just to be a pain in his ass.
Mummy had grinned and said that Goten would have all girls.
off. (Gina hoped that this was true,
and Goten reluctantly agreed that logically, one of them would have all one
gender baby while the other would have the opposite.)
Mummy
sat down at the table, gave her an assessing look, and then did not say
anything. It didn’t take a
rocket-genius to realize that Mummy was upset about Trunks’ gender re-assignment
therapy. Not even upset, she thought,
but worried.
“Hey,”
that was Goku, “What happened here?” he looked at his youngest who had turned
to him full of childish hope that his father could rescue him for having to
clean up his mess. “Sorry buddy,” Goku
said, “Looks like you need to finish cleaning it up.”
And
the little boy tossed his rag on the floor, screamed at the very top of his
lungs, curled his little hands into fists and shouted: “I HATE YOU!
sponge and went back to cleaning immediately.
Gina
had to turn in her chair to see Goten standing in the doorway of the kitchen,
looking immensely pleased at his brother’s reaction to him.
Why didn’t he have Trunks? Where
was Trunks?
“How
do you do that?” Goku asked.
“Sorry.
against the tabletop. Annoyingly.
sighed. Leaned back in his chair.
“Why
are you here?” Mummy dema.
“Because
Vegeta is baby sitting Trunks, and Bulma told me that time would go by faster
if I went away.”
< “What
do you mean, time would go by faster, it’s been almost four hours since Vegeta
told us that you gave Trunks the formula,” Gina said.
“Oh,
really?” he asked. “Cool.
He stood up. “Going to go back
now.” And just like that, he was gone.
Bardock
ran to the door to make sure he was gone and then turned to his parents and
picked up right where he had left off.
“I HATE BOTH OF YOU.” Tossed the
rag against the floor a second time and took off.
Goku
and Vegeta (Mummy) played a quick rock-paper-scissors, and Goku lost.
his forehead.
“That
has got to be useful,” Gina commented.
~~~***
The
demi woke up before his brother made it back, so Vegeta was left with the
rather sticky task of exping ing to his brother’s mate that he needed to go see
if he had gotten his extra equipment while Bulma finished the blood tests.
to murder Vegeta and probably would have, but he couldn’t manage to stand up
for five consecutive minutes. When the
twerp finally made it to the bathroom, he was left to figure out how to check
for his new parts without Vegeta’s assistance.
Painstakingly
long moments later, and the door opened again, Trunks looked like someone hadlashlashed a whole waterfall of frigid water on him. He managed to walk back over to the table and sit down—which was
good because Vegeta was not about to touch him until after Goten showed and
reacted to the changed scent around his mate.
Bulma
tapped on the glass window that separated where she was from them and gave them
the thumbs up. (He was starting to
think that she was taking this anti-contamination thing a bit too far.
physically harmed by his father.)
That
was when the door opened and Goten whisked in.
He stopped. Went absolutely
still, and then, slowly, a smile spread across his face and his tail started to
flick back and forth. (Vegeta swore
that) Goten pounced. Landed on the
table, and grabbed his mate, sniffed him and then bent his head, dug his teeth
down into Trunks’ shoulder, and that was when Vegeta decided it was probably
the best time for him to leave.
~~~***
Wow.
He
hadn’t even expected that big of a change.
It was like, he had loved the way Trunks smelled before, but this new
one was blinding. Mind-numbing.
tasted the new taste of his blood and thought that ambrosia had to taste
disgusting in comparison to this.
He
pulled back, looked at Trunks, thought that his knees were pretty damn
uncomfortable against the cold metal of the table under them.
“There
haven’t been weird colors,” Trunks said, “Just a headache.”
He
nodded. Thought that he ought to at
least look like he cared about this information. Picked Trunks up, carried him out of the lab, into the house part
of the Capsule Corp, then upstairs, to one of the extra bedrooms.
clothes off—he had dressed Trunks that morning with the knowledge that he was
going to want to be able to get those clothes off quickly.
shirt, felt Trunks’ hot dry skin against his like brands, and dropped his hand down
between those long legs, felt the new entrance, slipped a finger inside, felt
the moistness, and slipped honguongue into Trunks’ mouth.
the whimper.
Oh.
He
really, really, tried to remember that Trunks was once again virgin, tried not
to give into the burning, blinding, driving need in him thamandmanded he slam
into his mate and take him until Trunks couldn’t even move.
for the first time and stop, pant against the deeper claim mark on his
shoulder, feel the hot hands on his back and feel like the whole world would
end if he didn’t move right now.
Kissed
the mark again. Heard the little
moan. Smiled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Gk: I think
the blue-suit was a step too far, Bulma.
Bulma:
Suuuuuuuuure, this coming from the Saiyan that had sex on my entire
wardrobe.
Gk: Vegeta
did too.
Vegeta: Not by choice.
Gk: Well you
seemed to enjoy it well enough!
Vegeta: Hn.
Webtester 01:
Yeah,
I was thinking the same thing about the tails.
Because if you watch Dragonball, (or the very beginning of DBZ) you’ll
see Goku & Gohan randomly regrown their tails when they’re in fights.
instant response to fear or a fight or flight thing. But when they got older that went away because they didn’t
respond to fights the same way. Thus,
the needle and the concoction inside of it.
So, yeah, tails!~<
Rc:
Jaygoose:
Damn
college, I agree. Thanks for reviewing.
Getarian:
Just
imagine what will happen if Goten & Goku start this unspoken rivalry to see
who can get away with having sex in a more public place.
Hee.
Oh~And
going back to your last review for Mental Therapy~ You’re right Gina was a bit too pushy sticking her nose in where
it ought not be when it came to Goten & the hormone therapy.
have to spare her the benefit of the doubt and hope that she realizes she doesn’t
get to push around Goku & ‘Geta.
(And you’ll just have to keep reading to find out, won’t ya?)
Mechanical Butterfly:
If
I told you how Goten got Bardock to listen to him it would not be a secret
anymore. So just wait.
I
think I would have died if my Mom or Dad said something like that to me.
realized that my parents are actually pretty perverted folks.