Family Therapy
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Family Therapy
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Sequel to Group Therapy
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) have 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 warning all his
own.)
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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<%'> “Why
do you have clothes on?” Presta stood
there, in the doorway, considerably stunned by this turn of events.
leaves and twigs. (This fact was
important to note only because the rest of her, besides the hair was perfectly
pristine.)
“Uh…hello?”
Aya snapped. Shifted on her little
knees and resettled in the chair that Goten had brought over to the table so
she could sit on it. Why exactly they
were doing this, he had no idea, but his mate insisted that he have this
ultrasound done, and considering he promised Aya he’d teach her ‘things’ once
she got the puzzle box open, he was obligated to allow her to do it.
“Oh.
Aya
gave her older sister a really sour look.
“Do you want an ultrasound too?”
Like it was a punishment.
“Nope,”
Presta replied, “I just came to get the keys to the time machine.”
were just going to fork over keys without any explanation whatsoever.
< Goten
(who had been plugging in all the equipment for this here ultrasound) looked at
his daughter and blinked once or twice.
“Excuse me?” Like he hadn’t
heard her or something. Goten, the boy
with hearing better than any other known animal or insect, could not hear what
his daughterd.
“I
want to go home and see Red.
Bardock. Maybe my mother.
All these people do is bitch about their boyfriends.”
“Right,
all those Saiyans do is beat the shit out of everyone and fuck,” Goten replied.
Aya
smirked. (She didn’t hide it at all,
how much she liked curse words.)
Trunks
just sighed. Laid on the table and
stayed out of this argument, use use he really couldn’t side with either of
them. He wasn’t from this world either,
but he didn’t want to go back to his own.
It sucked ass. This world was
far better, but from what he understood, Presta’s world was actually pretty
decent. (For a Saiyan that is, and Presta
was definitely a Saiyan.)
“Look,
Dad, take me there and drop me off for all I care, I just want to go
back.”
Goten
sighed. “How do you know they’re not
dead?”
“I
don’t. But I still want to see
them. I d>I don’t care how far back in time
you have to take me. I want to see them
again. Hell, take me back to the same
day you picked me up. Both Bardock and
Red were on that planet. The King and
Kaki were at the palace.”
Aya
didn’t look too heartbroken about the prospective loss of her sister.
could get the gel and the little thing that was the ultrasound sounder
thing.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (He sounded stupid in his own
head, but really, he was a smart boy.)
~~~***
“I
thought you couldn’t ever separate twins,” Gina said. Held little Vega (the last born who had waited a full seven hours
after her brother to be born) in her whi while Vegeta (her mate) held her twin
sister Bulla. They didn’t look that
much alike. In fact, Vega was taller
with darker hair.
“Maternal,”
Vegeta corrected, “You can’t separate maternal twins. Paternal ones are just like everyone else…
maternal.”
“This
cannot be right,” Bardock said. He was
attempting to change Radditz diaper (because Bardock had idiotically mouthed
off about how he wasn’t changing the girls’ diapers and thusly he was now
forced to change Radditz and that meant the little idiot with the big mouth got
peed on. Life had the best sense of
justice.) “Is that right?”
Vegeta
looked. “Nope.
Which
set Bardock off into a cursing rant.
Punctuated by ripping diaper, and then he set to putting one back
on.
~~~***
“Kakarot,”
his mate was saying to him, “You can not possibly be thinking,” Vegeta
obviously had forgotten about the past…oh, twenty-four years or so of their
life. Because everyone knew that Goku
could, would and most often did think about it all the time, “That I would want
to have sex with you,” This was a big stupid thing to say.
him! “I just gave birth three days ago.”
Three days was a freaking eternity!
He was all healed up. (Senzu
beans. One before Radditz was born and
one after Vega. All healed!)
the family were taking care of the kids.
Vegeta had nothing to complain about.
“Is this one of those times where you’re going to walk around behind me
whimpering until I give in?”
Duh.
“And
what do you have to offer that would possible make this worth my while?”
pan>pan>“Incredible
orgasms,” Goku said (because it was painfully obvious)
clock, “the next four hours.”
Vegeta
gave him that look of disbelief, then tugged his gloves off, dropped them on
the kitchen counter and shrugged.
“Alright then.” And Goku would
have shouted out his gleeful happiness, but he was most concerned with
Vegeta. Wrapped both his arms around
his smaller mate, pulled him up against him and kissed him as he IT’ed them out
of the house (the twins could find him should something happen with the
children) to Bulma’s home, into the bedroom that was still set aside for the
‘humping horny saiyans.’ Vegeta slid
his arms between them and yanked at his clothes, shoved his shirt up and then
yanked at his pants—roughly—until they were open enough to push down.
Goku
made shworkwork of plucking Vegeta’s clothes off. Watched them shred away to reveal the darker, tanned skin found
there. Ran his hands down Vegeta’s
chest to his stomach where the stretch marks were still prominent against his
skin and ran his thumbs over them. Which
made Vegeta mutter something.
“If
you expect this to continue, you had better find a new fascination.”
at him. Pointedly glared at him until
his hands moved from Vegeta’s beautiful and perfectly lovely stomach to his
back, one hand pressed to the small of his back and the other against his ass
(he really had the best ass.)
“Better?”
he asked.
To
which the response was hands shoving him back on the bed, and just before he
could hit the sheets, he rolled them over, so he landed against Vegeta, and the
nice warm thighs parted around his hips, and hands drew him down, to be
kissed. Vegeta’s tail wrapped around
his wrist and yanked him over to his mate’s erection. (Yes, Vegeta got very demandy sometimes.)
and shifted against him until he was properly positioned to slide into
him.
Vegeta
tipped his head back and bit his lip, trembled all around him and muttered
something or another. Not that Goku
could really see through his eyes—they kept sliding shut—he panted out for
breath hard and the arm holding him up quivered as his whole body struggled for
breath. Definitely been too long since
last he had done this. Felt Vegeta’s
hand on his arm, and his shoulder and fingertips digging into his skin.
“Next
time,” he heard his mate say, breathlessly as he relaxed, “We switch.”
:1'> Goku
cracked a grin. “Riiiiight.”
down to lick the claim mark—just as a warning—before he sank his teeth through
it and felt the blood in his mouth.
Moved inside of Vegeta, and moved his hand on his erection.
“Wasn’t
there something about orgasms?” Vegeta a.
away, to sit more upright on him, hands pressed against Goku’s chest and legs
bent at the knees. Flushed and shiny,
beautiful really, and his tail waved back and forth behind him.
moving, rolled his hips down against Goku slowly, steady rolls, long drawn out
rolls.
Not
exactly what Goku wanted. Vegeta back onto his back, lifted his legs up so his knees were almost pressed
to his shoulders, and his hips were higher off the bed, moved deep inside of
him harder and faster than he was doing.
Thrust and heard the shocked little whimpers and gasps.
digging fingernails into his skin.
Smirked at that, felt the hips push back against him, the slickness
around him, the and and the quivering.
Kissed Vegeta again and felt him reach that peak before him, felt the
rush of heat all around him and licked his hand, wrapped it around Vegeta’s
erection and stroked him hard and fast as he pushed into him endlessly.
Made
his mate scream namename as he came for a second time, and Goku pumped one last
time into Vegeta and released. Grinned
all the while, and panted for breath as Vegeta’s grip on his shoulders
relaxed. As the Prince smirked and gave
him that look.
“Not
sure that made it worth it, Kakarot.”
He
always did love a challenge.
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n stn style='mso-tab-count:1'> Oi.
Goku: Oh,
yeah baby.
Lil’Geta:
Hey, is this whole Presta wanting to go home thing some sort of set up
for another ‘Prince among men’ story?
Goten: No.
Lil’Geta:
O.o?
Vegeta: He’s
right. It’s not.
Presta:
riiiight.
Goku: Who
cares?
Vegeta: Look
Kakarot. Shiny!
Goku:
*starts bouncing around like hyperactive puppy *
Macha:
Aw.
and Goten are probably really good at getting away from their parents before
they get into too much trouble (or immediately peril.)
EleneK:
Lol.
I didn’t get any evil-eye glaring or anything!!
Webtester 01:
Me
too. I think I have it fairly mild
though. (Or else, I’ve had it for so
long I’ve learned to adapt around it.
time. Can’t stand to have just one
story going at a time. Need the
distractions. (Thusly, I am watching
TV, listening to the radio and writing at the moment.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
Lol.
being all secretive-like. I half
expected someone to get suspicious back when I had (Goku?) ask Vegeta if he’d
had an ultrasound done.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
went to the site? *sparkly eyed *
Er…I’m
okay. Really. *cough * I am.
Lady Lupin:
Lol.
Yeah, I sort of like writing the birthing scenes.
though. Not entirely sure why.
Thanks
for the info on Bra/Bura/Bulla.