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.
is *gasp and shudder * straight sex.
SAIYANS. (I consider this a warning.)
Humor. Goten.
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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“They
are your babies,” his oldest told him, “You’re taking care of them for a
while.” Then the twins (those were the
girls, they were twins first and then little Radditz snuck in) were dropped in
his lap. Radditz was handed over to his
father (who immediately faced the kid away from him just in case he decided to
pee again and it managed to get through the diaper.)
“They’re
very cute babies,” Gina said. Then she
turned tail and ran away with his son.
(She, after five months, was finally showing off her pregnancy
pooch.)
“Why
do we have to take care of them?” Kakarot asked. Radditz (ever the industrious month-old baby) had his tail curled
around his father’s wrist so when he clamped down on his fingers with his gummy
little mouth, and his father dropped him (this was actually a game) he would
swing back and forth like a pendulum.
Vegeta
gave Kakarot a look. This question of
his was a new one, which suggested that perhaps the baby-having years of their
life had finally reached an end.
Normally Kakarot was more than happy to take care of his own
children. (After six of theirs, he was
figuring that the happy go lucky baby-raising years might be reaching an
end. Finally.)
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his waist and set him on the table, pulled his arm out to look at it.
get you in trouble.” Then he dropped
his head down and licked the bruise on his arm that he had gotten from Aya
learning how to draw blood. (Oh, that
hurt.) Goten, thankfully, had a
preoccupation with his mouth, and he ran his tongue over the bruise and made
Trunks shiver a little because it the bruise wasn’t hurting so much anymore.
“She
did fine.” He knew how to draw blood
himself. Had learned years ago.
that he had. Or Goten, which made him
wonder just which one of the twins had gotten the short attention span side of
the genetics because Goten could concentrate for hours on one little task when
it interested him enough.
“She
could have done better,” was the reply, “You should cry.
cried.” Then he pulled his mouth away
from that mark and his hands slid around his waist to his back and pulled him
to the edge of the table so his legs were hanging off and Goten was pressed
against him.
“It
didn’t hurt enough to cry,” he retorted.
“Doesn’t
matter.” A grin. “If you cried she wouldn’t
mess up anymore. Aya’s a devious
child. She’s messing up just to see if
you’re going to say something.”
“Ah.”
possible for it to look messier than it did) and sighed.
He
nodded. “Yep.”
“And?”
considering a question a proper question until you actually asked the whole
thing. Saying what he just had was a
yes or no question, you see, and thusly when answered with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’
that was the end of the discussion, no need for elaboration.
“Its
nothing….well…its something obviously…”
He was being undressed during this conversation.
with buttons!) and then when the hands got back down to his waist, the thumbs
slid down the line of his muscles to the waist band of his pants.
was opened. “You’re not actually
fertile yet.”
You
would think Goten would be more upset about this. But no, he was just sliding open the zipper, and yanking at them,
making him lean back on the table and lift his hips up.
“That
means in…three or four months you’ll be fertile. Remember, Aya wasn’t conceived until after Masuyo was born.”
to his shoes. They (being tennis shoes)
were yanked off quickly and his pants followed, landing in a clothe thunk on
the other side of the lab.
“So
all this horniness is without reason?”
Goten
nodded. “Yep. You’re probably just letting off smell because Mom and Gina
were. It’s a group thing.”
with his knees bent and the heels of his feet on the table.
legs. Only his wagging tail obscured
the vision of his mate’s strip show.
“So
all this fucking was purposeless?”
“Pretty
much.” And Goten was naked.
his hips to the edge of the table again, pressed his thumbs against the
juncture of leg and hip and them moved up, to his waist and Trunks wrapped his
legs around Goten.
“Right.”
pulled him closer, felt the hands still on his skin and grinned.
this vein of sarcasm, as the more sarcastic he got, the more Goten seemed to
like it, but his mouth was immediately otherwise occupied.
tail away from Goten’s erection, and he was pulled against the very edge of the
table, legs up and around his mate’s chest as he was pulled against the
invasion. (You would think with all the
muscles that flexibility would go down, but it never failed to truly amaze him
the strangeness of his ability to be a human pretzel.)
He
clawed his hand into Goten’s shoulder and ran his other hand through the messy
hair fisted his fingers in it and pulled their faces apart.
leaned back, away from Goten, lay on the table and rolled his hips back onto
the hardness inside of him, inviting it to move and grinned breathlessly.
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Yes.
infants with their parents. Because
they wanted to watch Presta and Gohan duke it out. Exactly. Woo.
Although,
Vegeta thought, it was actually interesting to see Gohan fight against the
angry Super Saiyan. (One must remember
that technically, Gohan did have more power than Presta, and that fact alone
was the one saving his life at this point.
He could go SS2 and Presta had never made it past Super Saiyan.)
“Who’s
going to win you think?” Gina asked.
Flicked her tail behind her and tapped her fingers on her rounded
waist. (Yes, Gina got very moody when
pregnant, but mostly, she wasn’t too psychotic in the early months.)
“Probably…”
answer that. Presta knew how to fight
dirty and she was raised in a Saiyan world.
But Gohan was older and more powerful albeit less practiced of
late. But at the same time Presta was
giving off smell still, and Gohan was a male…
It was just too tough to call.
“Who do you think?”
“Mmm.
Duh.
(that was what she didn’t say but what was clearly implied in her voice.)
“Probably?
win just as well as you?! Just what the
hell that, Vegeta? Probably?!”
as she stormed away.
“Poor
bastard,” Presta saiom tom the middle of her fight (for that matter, why in the
hell were her and Gohan fighting anyway?) and he flashed her a toothy grin as
she ducked under one of Gohan’s attacks and moved behind him, grabbed him by
the arms and wrapped her legs around him, effectively immobilizing him.
“HA!”
Gina shouted from where she stood many a foot away. “I TOLD you!”
“Hey,”
Presta said happily, “Why don’t you come with me? You can see how real Saiyans live.” She said this like it was a plausible idea for Gohan to go (being
a half-breed with no tail mind you) to the Saiyan home world.
Not a good idea. Him and Goten
were twins and they had gotten a ton of shit from the people.
that is) were not nice folk. They were
crude and smelly and no offense to his older brother, but Gohan was a
priss.
“I
can’t leave…I’ve got things I have to do.”
“Its
called a time machine, moron. We’ll
leave and come back within a half-hour, here.”
She didn’t release him however, and he was still trying to get her off
him (unsuccessfully. Goten did the same
thing to him when they were little and nothing short of Dad and Mom would get
the moron off until he was good and ready.)
“…”
“That
was a great answer,” Presta said.
Smacked him on the head with her head and the resounding crack was
enough to make him wince in pain. Goten
did that too.
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Goku:
I want more sex and less babies
Vegeta:...O.o?
Goku:
There has got to bea way to have sex without making babies.
Vegeta:
*grin*
Goku:
O.o! Besides thatway.
Vegeta:
*grin*
Goku:
Or thatone.
Vegeta:
Nope. That's theonly ways I know of.