Group Therapy
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Group Therapy
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Sequel to Mental Therapy
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'> Which
was the sequel to Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
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it, the twins would be in the show and everyone would be running and screaming in
fear of Goteinsainsatiable need for chaos and sex.yes\"> (However, I do own: Vegeta’s uterus, the twins, Trunks’ uterus
(when he gets one) and Gina.)
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12.0pt\'>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.mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt\'>
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12.0pt\'>There will be SEX. Between two
males and between man & woman.
There will be CRUDE LANGUAGE.
(Goten’s T-shirts will be mentioned.)
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12.0pt\'>And this is AU. And it’s all
about humor.
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Vegeta did not like Chichi in any way, she was a good cook and that skill had
been handed on to her son—mostly for himself and Trunks (because he was being
nice to the pregnant one because his oldest son had informed Gohan that Trunks
was from an alternate dimension where Gohan was some sort of hero, and his
child had said this because Trunks had told his mate that he wanted to tell
Gohan.) Trunks had looked at the food,
said ‘No thanks’ and promptly retrieved cookies from the cupboard.
Not
that lunch was exactly the first t on on his mind at the moment.
lick all the taste of the perfect steak out of his mouth as he blindly divested
him of his clothes. Then when his tail
wrapped around Kakarot’s wrist as his hand slipped between them to wrap around
his erection, he was abruptly turned around.
Made an elegant noise, and found himself staring down at the end of the
bed. Looked over his shoulder to see
just what the hell his mate thought he was doing.yes\">
And
found that Kakarot was kneeling behind him, running his hands around the base
of his tail with a single-mindedness that was just slightly unnerving.
it up in his fist and stroked it—he loved his tail—and when he jerked his hips,
he heard the little amused noise from his mate just seconds before he felt the
hot mouth against his back. A tongue
pressed to the joint of tail and back and he had to close his eyes to keep from
groaning too loudly.
Damn This Fingers
Kakarot straight to hell.
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little tail fixation didn’t last too long considering how insanely arousing it
was, and that made him start to smell very appealing.yes\"> So after a few minutes of his tail being worship, he was turned
around once more, picked up—by hands on his waist—and dropped onto the
bed. Watched Kakarot get out of his
clothes—always an amusing sight—and when his mate was naked, he jumped on the
bed and went right back to sucking the lingering taste of lunch out of his
mouth.
brushed against his entrance, made him shiver, and then Kakarot pulled back a
little. Gave him a smile.
his whole body arch up against the larger one.
Damn
him all to hell.
Kakarot
kissed his neck, sucked on his skin as he thrust into him, moved down to the
mark on his shoulder, nuzzled it lightly and then pressed his teeth to it.
teeth into him.
Vegeta
grabbed his mate’s tail as it lashed around behind him, curled his fist tight
around it as the teeth dug into him and made his skin flush.
leg, rubbing against Kakarot’s side with every movement of his hips.
mate’s back, drew blood with his nails and grinned at how that made Kakarot
shiver above him.
Good.
He
pulled back, licked his bloody lips and smiled at him.
slickness, and he moved harder, spiked his power level—made the room around
them shake—smiled devilishly. Thrust
with the sole purpose of making Vegeta scream (he recognized that look, and the
way every single thrust into him struck theces ces inside of him that made him
mindless) and then a hand wrapped around him, and he heard the dumb ass word
through the fog again: “Mine.”
Rewarded
his mate’s prowess by arching his back again, panting and managing to get his
name shouted fairly loud.
~~~***
Vegeta
(the one that wasn’t currently being ravished by his mate, sadly) looked at
Gohan’s face with a great deal of amusement, as his poor older brother walked
into the room at nearly the exact same moment their father pushed up his power
levelde tde the house shake and his mother scream out “Kakarot!”
Poor
boy. He wasn’t used to this sort of
thing. His face went completely white
(which really made the word ‘Loser’ stick out brightly.)
Presta
and Pan (who were in the kitchen cleaning up the mess from lunch) both shouted
“GROSS!”
Bardock
was humming to himself as he put together a puzzle.yes\"> Happily ignoring the obvious activities of his parents because he
was still a toddler and they truly had an amazing ability to ignore things.
right back to sleep.
“That
explains so many things about you two,” Gohan said.yes\"> Patted his youngest brother on the head and sat down in the
chair. “Where’s Gina?”
“Taking
a nap.”
“And
Trunks?”
“Same.”
Gina was hiding (not that he’d tell her to her face) but she felt a bit self
conscious about her new colors. So
Vegeta left her be and let her hide, talked to his brother about when the color
was supposed to go away and Goten had told him that it wouldn’t leave until he
gave them all the ‘antidote’ which meant his brother, alone, held the means to
end all of their rainbow-colored lives.
“How
many months along is he?”
“Four
I think,” Vegeta said, leaned back on the couch to where he could see into the
kitchen. “Hey, Presta!
She
mumbled off something in the Saiyan language—because Saiyan months were
different than earth ones so she had to calculate it—then she shouted: “Five, I
think.”
“Five
months then,” Vegeta corrected.
“And
how long is he supposed to carry?
Didn’t Vegeta give birth to you guys at four months?”
“Yep.
though. It really depends on the person
themselves. Some last longer than eight
months, some much less. There was one
person that was only pregnant for two months.”
“Lucky
girl.” Gohan sat there for a minute,
self conscious rubbed at the word on his forehead, then said: “So what happened
with Presta anyway? Why did you guys
bring her home with you the first time?”
“Because
Goten gave her to her mother. Saima and
Radditz were supposed to raise her.”
“Radditz?”
Gohan asked. (Ah, the difference in
their worlds. Because dear old uncle
Radditz had once tried to kill Gohan…or kidnap him…or something.)
“Yeah.
assigned to be purged. So she didn’t
have anyone. Goten could sense she was
alone and we went and picked her up.”
Conveniently he left out the parts about her being raped and them
torturing the bastards that did it to her.
But Gohan wasn’t his brother’s mate so if he wanted that part of the
story he would have to ask Goten.
“Hey,
guys,” that was Gina, “I think one of you should go get Goten.”
Gohan
looked at the stairs, where she was standing, leaning over the banister.
“I
think Trunks is in labor.”
~~~***
He
had been reaching for a pen at the exact same moment his brother showed up via
IT, grabbed him by the neck and IT’ed them both back to his bedroom.
for the pen that was no longer there.
Instead, there was Trunks who looked highly perplexed indeed.
“I am
not having this kid yet,” was what Trunks said, “I’m not fat enough.
Vegeta
punched him in the shoulder. “I hate
you sometimes. Gina was too fat
and he thinks he’s not fat enough.
Asshole.”
Goten
just shrugged. Turned his attention to
his mate and sniffed the air. Yep,
certainly smelled like he was in labor.
(He made a quick mental note to send himself a message about this birth
from the future. Because if he intended
to warn himself about something bad happening, there should be a little round
saucer machine bearing a letter appearing just about…)
“What
the fuck is that?” Trunks demanded when a rotating silver disc appeared in the
air.
Goten
smiled at his own genius, grabbed the disc and opened it.
over it. Then he set both the note and
the disc on the table and sat on the bed next to Trunks.
matter.” Patted him on the head.
“Don’t
treat me like a child.”
“We
need to pick a name,” Goten replied calmly—it was great having the upper hand
by being able to send himself information through time.
eyes and went in search of the necessary ‘supplies’ for this little home birth
they were going to have today.
“I
don’t think now is the best time for that,” Trunks replied.
“So you
were thinking what, we’d name her when she was five, maybe six.
a name for you?’”
“Well,
do you have a name?”
Goten
always prided himself on having a great internal clock, and even as he was
bitching, Trunks’ contractions were coming very regularly.
concern, but they were evenly spaced.
“Do you want to name her after your mother?”
“Could
we get this fucking wet stuff away from me?” Trunks asked.
Goten
sighed. Stood up again, started pulling
the blankets and sheets off the bed, left the pillows there, and blessed his
brother when he returned bearing supplies.
Spread thick, absorbent type clothes on the bed (held Trunks up with one
arm while he did this and had to listen to him complain about that.)
dark sheet over his pale legs and gave him a look.yes\"> “Name?”
“Why
do I have to pick the name?”
“I
just asked if you wanted to name her after your mother.
whichever.” It occurred to him that he
had not named Presta, and was now offering away the name of his second child to
his mate. Not that he really minded,
but that meant the next one would be his problem to name.
“I’m
a little busy HAVING A BABY RIGHT NOW!”
“You
know,” his twin informed him with a pat on the back, “I’m not so jealous now.”
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Alright,
so I’m a bit ‘iffy’ about naming the kid after Bulma.yes\"> I’m thinking it’ll be her middle name.yes\"> Now all I have to do is come up with a first name that I can
pronounce and/or spell without having to check back (Poor Masuyo, I never can
remember how to spell his name right.)
GK: *sparkly eyed
* I made you scream my name!
Vegeta: *is not
speaking to mate. *
Gohan: *twitch *
Gk: Why are you
twitching, he didn’t scream your name.
Lil’geta: He has a
low tolerance for listening to the free parent-porn show.
Gohan: *twitch *
Presta: *pout
* Stupid baby.
*more pouting *
Jaygoose:
Yeah,
one more final. And *sobs *
Which is probably becausve nve never seen GT and thusly have no idea
what she acts like in it.
Lenora:
Oh,
shoot! I’m supposed to tally up the
votes today. Darn it!
Mechanical Butterfly:
Good
to see you again! Dumb school making
you write a dumb paper instead of reviewing.
I loved the ‘Champion Kicker’ line on Pan’s forehead.
Now
who said that Goten buys his shirts from anyone?yes\"> With everything that’s come out of his pockets, its very possible
he has a printing machine in there. *Grabs
Goten and starts rummaging through his pockets *yes\"> Besides, didn’t he say in APAM that he made the shirt
himself?
Yeah!
Macha:
*squints
and tries to figure out just what it is that Macha is trying to say *
finds they are all have mass orgy * Oh,
lemonfest! I’ve got it now!
Trying to think of a festival-type thing we have around here.
DC has that ‘cherry blossom’ thing, don’t they?
east-coast. *shrug *
Lemonfest!
No,
you see Goku and Vegeta can steal steak from you but you cannot steal staek
from them.
Getarian:
I
write annoying kids because I have annoying sisters.yes\"> And because I can still behave like a two-year-old with the best
of them. ;)
You
know that’s a very good point about Gohan and who he’d be comfortable about,
and you know what else. (I’ve been
thinking about this for a couple of chapters )
Lil’Geta hasn’t gotten pissed off in a long time…
Wonder who’s going to be the next one to incur his infamous wrath?
Oh?
Pink-haired Vegeta. What would he
do? *ponders *
Hm… )
Ah,
no, that is a sign that Trunks is going to be unpregnant soon. Contented during
the pregnancy, bitchy during the delivery.
I’m
glad folks like Gohan. (Here.)
fic. (Except More of Us, you’re right
there, he wasn’t so bad.)
Must
away now…
o:p>
Okay POLL RESULTS:
APAM: Spank the Monkey: 3
GT: No, It’s
not a Banana in my Pocket: 3
Gt: My Ass is Your Ass: 1
GT: Why YES you
can Blow Me: 1
MT: Been There Fucked that: 2
MT: Guaranteed Orgasm: 2
MT: www. Underageass. com We deliver! : 1
MT: Virgin: 1