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
mal
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.
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Vegeta
looked at his brother with a highly skeptical look, watched him pet his mate as
Trunks did his very best to inform Goten just what he thought of them ever
having another kid. (One could infer
from the threats on Goten’s manhood, that should they want more children, Goten
would need to be the one doing the delivering.) He recognized that stupid disc thing though, it was one of those
machines that Goten made to test out his time-traveling engine.
were doing something and Goten would chuckle at his own wittiness.
< But
this little disc was something of an ominous omen. He disregarded it because if something really bad happened, Goten
would have told him to go get the parents and thus far he had not done that.
capsule system of his, flipped a few numbers and set it on the table.
whatever it was inside was ready.) Then
he gave his mate a smirk.
“Oh,
dear offended one,” he said as he moved down and flipped the sheet over Trunks’
legs up a little. “Don’t take this the
wrong way, but I’ve got to check and see how you’re doing.”
“I’m
fine,” Trunks snapped.
“I’m
sure you are,” Goten replied. Then all
his attention was focused on what he was doing—whatever that was—and Vegeta
looked at that damn disc, at the unopened capsule system and being the nosy
older brother he was, he picked up the paper that was inside and read it.
Alright.
(Why, it said the kid was small, there shouldn’t be blood loss.)
serious look on his face. And sighed.
Goten said in passing. There was the
unspoken agreement, that should it come down to a problem with blood loss,
their mother was probably the closest match to Trunks’ bloodtype.
“Get Bulma too,” Goten said as if reading his very mind.
“Why?”
Trunks asked, “Just what the hell is happening?”
Goten
looked up at him. “Nothing
serious. Just you might lose a lot of
blood. So we’re going to make sure we
can take care of that if it becomes a problem.”
“What
about the baby?”
“She’s
fine. Small. Healthy.”
“If
she’s not, I won’t be the one losing blood,” Trunks informed his mate.
And
Vegeta definitely was not jealous of his brother anymore.
burning in his chest that he thought he had avoided since they came back from
their time traveling. Felt that strange
darkness weigh on him, and the sense of foreboding that this little message
laid on him. Knew that if something was
really going to happen that Goten would have warned them from the future.
He
found his mother emerging from the shower, and said—in as few as words as possible:
“Trunks is in labor. Might have blood
loss. Going to go get Bulma.
said: Goten sent himself a message from
the future that says Trunks is going to be weakned by blood loss and in the
hopes of counteracting this, he needs to test your blood type so transfusion is
possible. I’m going to go get Bulma
because she might have Trunks’ blood type.
His
mother nodded, turned, opened the bathroom door again and told his father to
get Bardock and the obnoxious females out of the house for a while.
~~~***
“Goten,”
he said—thought he was being very, very patient about this whole ‘let us know a
secret that Trunks must not know’ thing.
“What does that paper say about the baby?”
His mate
gave him a very tired look. “I told
you, she’s small. It doesn’t say
anything else. But that shouldn’t be a
problem. Presta was born small.”
Not
comforting. Not nearly comforting
enough. His mate was supposed to
say. ‘it says she’s a chubby little
baby who is perfectly healthy and grows up and is perfect and happy for her
whole life.’ Not the truth.
asked Vegeta (the twin, not the mother stepped into the room.)
Goten
picked up the stupid capsule thing again and pressed the button to open
it. Pulled out a strange beeping
machine and his mother held out his hand, let Goten draw blood, then he set the
hinehine on the table. Tapped his
fingers against his thigh for many, many long moments, and when the damn thing
beeped, he picked it up, read whatever the screen said, punched a few buttons
and pricked Trunks’ finger.
Set
it back down.
“When?”
he asked.
“When
what?” Goten replied.
“When
are we going to have a fucking cookout, Goten.
What the hell do you think I’m talking about? When is she going to be born?”
He
looked at the clock on the wall. “In
about twenty minutes.” Then looked back
at him and gave him a pat on his knee.
Asshole. As if he was going to
be anywhere near his knee anytime soon.
“Why
is there bloodloss?” Trunks asked.
“I
don’t know. The message wasn’t from
that far into the future.”
THAT
WAS NOT COMFORTING. “Then how do you
know our baby is fine?”
“Because,”
Goten replied—he was being waaaay too patient—“If she weren’t, we would have
warned ourselves long before now.”
Damn
his logic. The machine beeped again and
Goten picked it up, made a sour face at it—and as if summoned from that
unpleasant thought—Bulma appeared in the room via Vegeta.
out her hand for the finger prick.
~~~***
Bulma
was the match—logically one of the two, his mother or Bulma would have had to
be a match to Trunks’ blood type—and she sat patiently while Vegeta (his
brother) set up the transfusion thing (they, thlveslves had done this before)
so that should it be needed it would take only seconds to work.
Of
course, the plan was for it not to be needed.
So after the blood-match was found, he slid down on the bed and rested
his ear against the stomach—extra sensitive hearing was very useful, especially
when it was nearly the equivalent to an ultrasound—and listened to the baby, to
the contractions, and tried to imagine what could cause bleeding.
counted the seconds bleeding away. Felt
Trunks’ hand on his head and tried to figure out what was going to happen.
either of his mother’s births. Hadn’t
asked Dad about when Chichi delivered Gohan (figured that would have something to
do with it considering Trunks was only half-Saiyan.) Oh damn his and his stupid ‘I didn’t give you a reason for this
happening’ self. He should have known
that he would be pissed if he didn’t have the reason.
And
LOOK at that, his aggravation paid off when another little silver disc
appeared, Vegeta grabbed it, flipped it open and smirked.
“ALRIGHT,”
he read, “I get it! I’m an tientient
asshole who HAS to KNOW EVERYTHING ALL the TIME!” The grin got bigger.
“Then it tapers off into some mumbo-jumbo written in a language I have
never seen.” He handed him the
paper. Goten took it, read over it
while Trunks shifted and tried to get more comfortable—a sheer impossibility
given there were three people (Mother, Brother and Bulma) standing around gawking
at him while he had to suffer through a labor knowing that he was potentially
going to bleed out.
“And?”
Trunks said.
“Actually,
this is pretty damn simple to fix.” He
motioned for the silver disc and Vegeta handed it to him, he reached inside of
it and pulled out a little package.
“What
are you going to do with that?” Trunks demanded.
“Well,
this,” he said as he opened it, “Is going to stop you from bleeding.”
family and they all got up and left the room, allowed him the space (and Trunks
the privacy) they needed.
~~~***
“And
how,” Trunks demanded five minutes later, “Is putting that,” he referred to the
little pill like thing, “down there going to stop me from bleeding?”
“Well,”
Goten said—washed his hands in the hot water that was sitting on the table in
the room thanks to his insightful mother.
“It will reinforce the walls of the birth canal.
we obviously didn’t make the actual passage strong enough to withstand a Saiyan
birth. So that should strengthen it
enough that this won’t be a problem ever.”
He turned, looked at the clock and then smirked.
“You’re
a persistent bastard,” Trunks replied, grimaced and watched Goten grab a few
tools—evil looking things—and a blanket off the table.
splayed legs. And somehow RIGHT NOW was
the perfect time to discuss their child’s name. “Look, I loved my mother, but I don’t want my daughter named
after her. Not her first name.”
“Okay,
so any suggestions?”
“How
about you come up with one?” Trunks snapped, felt his whole body getting
tighter—alright, not the whole thing, but he didn’t like the feeling.
him that he was not made for this sort of thing.
“Rini?”
“NO.”
“Salali?”
“What
the hell kind of name is that?”
“You’re
right, plus she was a horrible kisser.”
“We
are not naming our child after one of your flings.”
Goten
rolled his eyes at him. “How
about…” Obviously his mate did not have
any suggestions that were not the name of some trollop he had slept with in the
past.
“Aya,”
Trunks said. (Had no idea where exactly
he got that name from, but didn’t question it.
He liked it.) And he pulled his
legs up (thought insanely to himself that he had a lot of practice holding his
legs up and out of the way thanks got Goten.)
“Sounds
good. Now, how about you stop hogging
our daughter and let me see her?”
“I am
NOT HOGGING her!”
“Whatever.”
He
had the distinct impression that his mate was trying to distract him away from
the fact that he was pushing. (Not
incredibly painful, but yet again, his body informed him that he was not given
muscles for this purpose and he was a little weakling boy.)
“First
you don’t want to name her, then you don’t want to give birth to her and now
that you’ve named her you don’t want me to see her.”
He
rolled his eyes. “Right, that’s
it.” He grit his teeth—was determined
to prove his idiotic body wrong about this ‘you’re not capable’ thing it was
trying to tell him—and pushed. Now that
was a fucking bizarre feeling.
“Ah,”
Goten murmured, “Haha, I got to see her first!” Then he did something that Trunks could not see, and then there
was the even more strange feeling of the child finish her little trip into the
real world. He fought with his legs to
sit up—partially—and looked at Goten holding their child with his two fingers
around her neck efficiently clamping off the cord and then he looked at
him. “Yes?”
“Well,”
Trunks said, “If its not too much trouble, I would like to hold our child.”
Goten
just ignored him, cut the cord and Trunks took the blanket from him—just so he
couldn’t hog little Aya away from him any longer—and then his daughter was
handed over to him, and he held her, saw her blinking her first little
blinks. (And despite the fact that she
was freshly born and thusly covered in slightly disgusting substances) She was
the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
“Hey,”
Goten said, “Lay back down.”
Whatever.
quiet for all there rest of her babyhood.
And The door opened, the older twin appeared. “I’m here, leave me alone.”
“I
just wanted you to meet Aya. Sheesh, if
it’s a fucking hassle then leave.”
Goten finished whatever he was doing down there between his legs and
then (with a great look of absolute distaste) disappeared from the room
carrying something wrapped up in a plastic sheet.
“Hello
Aya,” Vegeta said. And Trunks
(graciously) let his brother-in-mating (it wasn’t law, so he wasn’t going to
say ‘law’) touch his child. But only
once. “Maybe you should let Presta see
her. I think the little one is
worried.”
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Okay.
400 words over the count!~ So I wanted
to name the girl after some small animal.
There were a few choices: Rini
(bad Sailor Moon flashbacks there; means Bunny), Salali (Native American means
‘squirrel’) or Aya (very pleasant flash backs to Aya from Weiss; means ‘Bird’
in Hebrew.) So Aya won out.
Goten: BEFORE you
SAY anything about SEX
GK: *pout *
Goten: I think you
need to realize that there was a brand new baby born. So obviously someone had sex.
Gk: Wasn’t me.
Bardock: Then
where’d I come from?
Presta: Like all
of us, you too fell from the sky.
Pan: I was going
to say adoption.
Vegeta: My child
was not adopted.
Bardock: That’s
right Mommy! You tell them!
Trunks: Ah.
Goten: No.
Trunks: Well, your
ass needs to go back in time and drink the drugs then.
Getarian:
Lol.
Now I have to keep Gohan there until Vegeta can retaliate and get Goku
screaming his name. *still giggling *
Poor Gohan, he’ll go home so disturbed.
Oh, and I’m glad you liked my little domestic scene.
Gina was not even mentioned here.
Need to get back around to the poor girl. *goes to find her. *
Hmm.
Have I ever written anything and then wished I hadn’t said it.
will say, but because I keep thinking “ERG, I could have made it BETTER!”
Mostly I’m okay with the chapters.
Ok. I’ll wait for the e-mail to
find out what this revenge thing is.
Ah. That was sweet of you to be worried, but at the same time, I
don’t see Goten letting anything happen to his mate. Not when his cosmic-sized brain could stop it.
only a mechanic, doctor and historian he’s also a physicist and a fighter?
That’s the next poll!)
Webtester 01:
Oi.
Jaygoose:
Lol.
*holds up pointer and shows Goku & Geta getting sweaty “If you do
this than this” *points at Trunks going into labor* “Will happen to you.”*
I think that would make a much bigger impact on the men of the
universe wouldn’t it? Its okay.
use. It has given me all the names of
my OC. (Except Tanna.
but I dropped the ‘i’ )
Pam:
Hn.
chapter. That was plenty.
Macha:
Got
it. On list of to do: watch Saiyans
have sex. Not on list: get beat up by
Saiyans.
Lol.
for lemons * Actuuuuaaallllllly that’s
how I wrote my very first lemon. I put
up a ‘request’ book on FF.net and folks told me what they wanted to see.
First lemon I ever wrote was a Squall/Quistis one.
Mechanical Butterfly:
cla class=MsoBodyText> *glows
bright red *
Er…uh…o.O?
everyone likes so very much, so I couldn’t tell you.
Oh,
it wasn’t mean of lil’Geta to call his mate ‘fat’ she was the one that thought
she was. And, no you didn’t read too
much into it. But Goten wasn’t about to
let anything happen to his mate or daughter.
POLL: (This was
my signature at FF.net, so forgive me.)
Thus far in the fics, Goten has been a mechanic (fixing
the cars), an engineer (building the capsule system), a doctor (this delivery,
making Saima fertile again and developing that ‘torture’ serum with the
chemical neutering) a chemist (all those dyes and whatnot he’s made) a
physicist (building the time machine engine) a historian (writing the history
of the Saiyans) and
your ass in a fight.
SO: the poll
is: What CAN’T he do?
¥