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.
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five months did not qualify her to be a ‘fighting’ mate.
involved a lot of yelling and telling Vegeta to go fuck himself in a corner
somewhere and leave her be. Physical
stuff wasn’t her deal. Didn’t
particularly want to learn more about it either. (Not that Presta was about to let her pupil go without a
fight.) So she relied most on her
star-background in high school soccer and track. Running. Running she
could do. (Especially with these new
and improved muscles of her, that thus far she had not been able to see but
they were there.)
Running
in the open was not that productive, because Vegeta could fly.
were, Saiyans flew faster than they ran.
He hovered up there, let her run (let her wear herself out enough that
he could pin her down withhavihaving to wait for her to stop fighting, but not
so much that she wasn’t…still wriggly.)
And she felt a bit gypped by this system, was definitely going to go
have a talk with Mummy about learning to fight for real.
When
at last he did finally swoop down and tackle her (near the edge of a oasis type
thing where there was a lot of clear and cold water) she was more than ready
for the next phase and the end of the “I run to amuse you” phase.
so it was her back in the dirt and not her face) and promptly lifted up her
T-shirt.
“Hey!”
His
response was a muffled sort of thing where he more coned wed with licking her
stomach that he was with giving her a proper reply. She knew what he was licking on her stomach too.
never really gone all the way away, and she didn’t like them, but he seemed to
absolutely adore them to the point that he lavished his attention.
had the same sort of obsession and that they (meaning Goten) figured it was
because the ‘dominant’ mate was always pleased to see their mate being either
pregnant or showing signs of having been pregnant.) But still, he didn’t stay there to worship too long, moved up her
rib cage to her breasts. Those he loved
as well, and she wasn’t going to say anything, but she figured that he liked
them better for being more Saiyan (AKA, smaller.)
“You
should wear skirts all the time,” he said from within her shirt.
her jeans.
“Oh?”
she replied, wiggled and resolutely clamped her legs shut, just to give him a
hard time. “Why?
when it’s convenient?”
“That’s
the general idea,” he replied. Kissed
her breasts and crooned something to them.
pan>pan>(As if they were more important than the rest of her and needed extra
reassurance or something.) He managed
to get the third button undone as she tried to scoot back away from him.
on either sides of hers, hands on her waist band and she crept backwards (using
just her arms which made any progress slow) and he followed.
“Hey!”
she shouted, smacked him on the back.
“Get your head out of there!”
She pulled the shirt over his spiky hair and wrapped both her hands in
the outrageous man then PULLED as hard as she could, brought her legs up—and
that moved him faster than anything, because Saiyan males were very protective
of that second brain they kept between their legs.
he demanded, “You said it I just agreed.”
“I am
not your willing sex-toy.”
He
gave her a look that was for her to interpret as ‘Oh really?
and sat on her leg. “You’re my mate,”
he said in response.
“Right.
Equal. I don’t have to wear a
skirt just to give you easier access.”
“Fine,
then don’t. It was just a
suggestion.”
And
like that, the argument was over. (For
him.) He went right back to his
previous activities, lifted her shirt up, stuck his head in it (she was
starting to think he preferred it this way, because more often than not, he
didn’t really ever take her shirt off.
Ripped them sometimes, but never took them off.
He gave her breast another nudge, licked her nipple and then sucked on
it. Murmured something and went right
back to undoing her pants.
Damn
Saiyans with their damn one-track minds.
When he had the buttons all undone, he slipped his hand into her pants
(he had prevailed upon her not to wear panties) and his fingers slid against
her with all the knowledge that their years together had given him.
simple press of his fingers to her.
Damn
Saiyan.
“How
about half the time?” he murmured as he switched from one breast to the next.
She
sighed. “Alright, if you can get Goten
to wear a dress for a week, I’ll wear skirts.”
“How often?”
shirt and looked down at her even as his fingers continued their distracting
business of making her hips lift and lower against him.
Why
were they still having this conversation?
“Uh…four days a week?”
“And
all Goten has to do is wear a dress?”
“Yeah?”
“Okay.”
of her pants (she missed that lovely hand) pulled his own shirt off, had to
roll over to the side to get his pants off (which allowed her to take off her
own, and the shirt) then he kissed her (not her breasts, but her mouth this
time) as she moved to straddle his hips.
He drew her down with his hands and she spared a moment to wonder how he
always managed to get himself out of trouble with her.
Then
he slid into her and all those little thoughts were pushed out of mind.
~~~***
“You
know,” Goten said, “We can keep Pan for a little while if you think her Mom
wouldn’t mind.” He was doing that
midnight feeding thing with Aya.
Holding her with one hand and the bottle with the other.
would end up being. (Well, not like,
skin color, but hair wise.) Because the
traditional Saiyan black hair was the dominant gene, but her eyebrows were very
light colored. (She was mostly bald,
poor thing.) And her tail…oh, her
tail. He had a feeling that Presta was
going to torture her little sister something awful when it came to the tail.
parents. Darker than his—almost black,
actually—and as light as Trunks. Not
exactly ringed, but with a non-pattern that looked almost like a raccoon’s
tail. Poor dear.
The
living room, in which Gohan slept on their couch, had been taken over by the
two little girls, who were sacked out in sleeping bags on the floor.
girly crap that he wasn’t that interested in.
Except that at one point Pan said her Mother was better and now had a
black eye for her snottiness. But
Presta (after handing out the blackened eye) then explained that her own Mother
had been killed, and Pan apologized.)
“I’d
have to talk to Videl. She doesn’t have
a problem with Pan learning from Dad.
So she might let her stay.” He
rolled his eyes, “As long as I don’t have to ask her while Mom’s there.”
“Yeah,
well, figured I offer. Since they seem
to get…along. As well as any Saiyan
children I’ve seen anyway.”
“Do
you think that Dad wants more kids?” Gohan asked.
“Probably.
change around the days and months and years to ‘earth’ years.
And he’s still have kids. Red’s
a lot younger than him though. The
problem will come if Mom looses his fertility.”
“And
this cycle thing is every eight years?”
“Yep.”
“How
many do you want?”
“As
many as I can get Trunks to have,” Goten said.
“Hell, I’d have enough to repopulate a planet if I thought he’d let me.”
~~~***
To
his (amused) shock, Kakarot was actually still sleeping when he woke up the
next morning. He yawned, crawled out of
bed, padded down the hallway, stood outside his oldest’s son room to see if he
had in fact returned home the night before, and Gina stuck her head out of the
bathroom with a toothbrush in her mouth (child wrapped up in her tail) “Hey
Mummy. Presta taught me how to sense
Ki.”
Great.
So he
didn’t have baby watching duty. (And he
definitely needed to build a new bathroom onto this damn house before anything
else happened.) She seemed to realize
that he wanted the bathroom and moved out of it. “I’ll finish brushing my teeth in the kitchen.”
the stairs.
Disgusting
how his children just flaunted their happy sex lives everywhere like that.
personally, but he had the feeling that the first kid he kicked out his house
would be one of his granddaughters. He
had heard accounts of Kakarot’s mother and had no desire to have that sort of
annoyance in his home.) Still, he
claimed the bathroom, was going to take his shower and remembered that he owed
his mate a certain revenge for his ‘haha, I traumatized my son by making you
scream my name where he could hear you’ thing.
So,
he left the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. Pulled the covers off the bed, tossed them in the corner of the
room (not that Kakarot cared, he just adjusted his ki to keep himself warm and
sprawled himself out on the bed.) And
(Vegeta was starting to think that this was his natural state of being) he was
aroused. Which was normal.
after night sex, evening sex, afternoon sex and before-noon-after-morning sex.
He
sat on the idiot’s thighs, so that his knees were pressing into the bed on
either side of his legs, and whimpered.
A deep sort of whimper that was like a whine. Touched that mark on his shoulder (the first one) and thought
dirty little thoughts until he was hard.
Tilted his head back a little, and dropped his hands down to his splayed
legs, ran his fingers up and down his own thighs until he was shuddering and
Kakarot was staring at him with an open-mouthed amazement.
Good
morning, he thought vengefully. Dragged
his fingertips all the way up to the joint of leg and hip, curled one hand around
his erection and made another dark whimpery-whine, then slipped his other hand
behind his erection, to the entrance into his body, slipped into himself and
moaned the idiot’s name.
“Kakarot…”
There
was an inelegant squeak for a response.
He moaned
again, tipped his head to one side and moved his hand on his erection.
strong fingers wrapped around his waist, lifted him up, moved him forward so he
could feel Kakarot’s hardness against him, moved his own fingers and was
impaled on the erection.
He
rose his power level until his hair flickered yellow, made his body tighten
around the baka, got hotter—he knew this because he could feel it—and that made
him howl.
“VEGETA!”
Triumphant
smirk.
What
a good mate he had to do what he wanted.
Of course, Kakarot’s own ki rose too and he flipped them over, attacked
his shoulder, drew blood, reclaimed him and set about proving just how good
morning sex could really be.
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270
words over. *sighs heavily *
again.
Gk: *clearroatroat
* Excuse me. That did not count as a lemon.
Vegeta: I concur.
Lil’Geta: I didn’t
get a full lemon either.
Gina: I actually
feel pretty damn gypped.
Goten: I’m going
to get mine. *happily grins *
Trunks: Oi.
dress?
Webtester01:
Okay.
Ginia:
*sweatdrop
* Actually ‘Family Therapy’ was what I
was going to call the next one. *meep
* Been trying to think of others.
the title perfectly. So great minds
think alike, then?
Lenora:
“didn’t
see that one coming” *falls over out of
chair, rolls around on floor laughing and then dies * I didn’t see ‘that one’ ‘coming’ either, dear!
Oh…sorry.
instantly went “nobody’s seen him coming, I’ve never given him sex in my fic.”
Ah, you can borrow Goten and Trunks, just as long as you give them back.
Jaygoose:
Does
it have to end? No.
Probably won’t. I mean, all the
characters are still alive. (I have
en ten the task of rebuilding the Sayian empire with their broods of children
yet…) So, no, it probably won’t end.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yep,
I figured you’d vote Vegeta/Goku sex was the best. But I didn’t want to put in a vote without your opinion.
Macha:
Bardock
was just being a brat. And his food got
cold because he was a brat, so he didn’t want to eat it because it was cold,
and then it got colder and so on and so forth.
(Darn little kids.) Well, Saiyan
children are very resilient so I think the baby is safe with Pan.
Getarian:
< *falls
right out of chair * GASP!
chapter!?!?! Oh no!
J/k.
chapter, so that probably showed.
;) And I didn’t think you were
ignoring me about the e-mail. You said
you had to get on a bus and go to the IC and all that.
Hope
you enjoyed this chappie more.
Tooties until Monday FOLKS!