Hormone Therapy
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Hormone Therapy
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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs.
Sex.
I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.
~~~~~**
Goku
waited. It took many hours, but hunger
finally got the better of the stubborn prince, and since Goku was hiding
outside the hallway, he grabbed the reluctant one and hoisted him up, covered
the scowling mouth with his own and kissed him. Sloppily, but quickly, and then he smiled at him.
Vegeta
rolled his eyes. Goku carried him down
the hallway, back to their room and dropped him on the bed.
feeling generous—wasn’t so inclined to be patient. So he did the whining thing, and the pouting thing, and Vegeta
rolled his eyes again, but pulled off his shirt anyway.
bed and leaned, Vegeta’s hand stopped him by pressing hard against his chest.
“What?”
Goku asked. This being patient thing
was not getting him anywhere, and yet, at the same time he realized that
forcing the issue would just push the progress backward.
“”Stop
telling people about how we have sex,” Vegeta said. And he seemed to mean it too, because his hand wasn’t moving, and
when Goku tried to lean around it, the other hand came up to stop him.
Which
of course made it that much easier for the larger one to press down, push
Vegeta flat onto his back with both arms holding Goku up—but they were both on
the bed, Vegeta was under him and half-naked, so Goku counted this as forward
progress and was very encouraged. “Ok
Vegeta,” Goku said. He probably would
have agreed to wear a grass skirt and fight forty Freiza clones with one arm
broken at that point, just so long as it got him closer to the sex.
Apparently
that was what Vegeta wanted to hear, because he let his hands fall away, Goku
had to catch himself with his own arm, and he licked his lips as the Prince
wiggled under him and maneuvered his way out of his pants.
Verrrry Gooood. Goku licked the
exposed skin, sucking on it lightly, feeling blood rush to the surface and
leaving behind little trails of his own saliva. It was very nice, Vegeta always tasted nice.
him, then the bones of his knees digging into Goku’s ribs.
“Over,”
Vegeta said.
Goku
wrapped an arm around Vegeta’ back and rolled them over, scooted back up the
bed and pressed his own back to the wall.
Then he realized that in his great haste he had forgotten his own
clothes, and after inspecting the state of his closet that morning—or else,
after Bulma had—he realized he didn’t really have clothes to rip off, and
thusly was forced to wiggle out of the gi, push it down so it was all around
his waist, then lift the Prince up, set him on his chest while he flexed his
hips up and fought with the pants to get them off. Once naked, Goku repositioned the Prince—exactly where he wanted
him—and Vegeta dug his fingers tight into Goku’s shoulders, pinching the
muscles there and probably leaving ten bruises in the process.
“Can’t
you ever warn a person?!” Vegeta demanded.
But he was panting, and smelling nice, and sweaty again already.
re
realizing—lifted and lowered himself slowly, like rocking.
slipped down from his shoulders and Vegeta grabbed his wrists, brought his
hands to rest on the Prince’s strong thighs, and he felt the muscles working there,
lifting and lowering, bringing this very nice paradise.
Goku
moved his hands around the body, briefly pressed a thumb to the tail spot,
delighted in the tightening around him, the little whimpers, and then tightened
his hands on the Prince’s ass, pulling his whole body closer to Goku’s.
kissed the Prince—since his scowling face was right there.
And
that was nice too. Sharp teeth cut into
his lips, he sucked on the tongue that forced its way into his mouth and then
moved his hands up and down the man’s back, rocking him harder and harder, but
with no urgency. Harder but not
faster. There was something different,
Goku thought, about what they were doing.
He moved away from the heated mouth, to the shoulder, sucked on the mark
but didn’t bite, felt Vegeta do the same, and then they panted together.
whimpered for each other.
But
there was no urgency in it.
Until
Vegeta snarled something unintelligible.
“Over.”
Goku
obliged, turned them back over so Vegeta was on hick wck with his knees almost
pressed to his chest, curled up, and then Goku looked at him, watched his face
as he thrust into him, watch the way Vegeta sucked in breath like he was dying
and his chest heaved and he whimpered and moaned and shook, twisted his head
back and forth and Goku smiled. Because
it was his mate. Because this smell
around him was just for him. He
massaged the thighs around his waist, felt the whole body beneath him tighten,
thrust in harder, felt ki spike, felt the stretch around him, and just like
lightening strike, he felt something explode all around them.
~~~**
Well.
(naturally; that’s all Kakarot ever wanted to do.)
choice in thoughts?) Because that next
morning when he woke up, with his legs still wrapped around the big one,
hardness still inside of him, he realized that the two of them had actually
fallen asleep this way and by some strange twist of fate had stayed together
the whole of the night.
That
would hurt, Vegeta was sure. He tried
to move back, felt the arm around his back tighten, the hand on his ass dig
into his skin. He was not going
anywhere apparently. So he tipped his
head back, tried to get the hair out of his peripheral vision, and discovered
that somehow, the baka was maintaining Super Saiyan level.
He was sleeping!
With
a snorting noise the large one woke up and Kakarot was staring at him.
Vegeta
had no clue. And having no clue, he
didn’t even have to fight against the compulsion to answer, because he had no
answer. “It would seem we fell asleep.”
“You
smell different,” Kakarot informed him.
But he didn’t try to move away or move or anything really, other than
keep his arm and hand on Vegeta to impair his movement.
“First
time it’s happened to me,” Vegeta informed hspanspan style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> Of course, before Kakarot decided that screwing every two hours
was the daily recommended dosage of sex, Vegeta hadn’t really ever been
so…sexually active. He’d had a few
affairs, with women, so he had no clue what exactly one was supposed to do
after waking up and finding one’s mate STILL inside of him.
radiating outrageous power.
“Really?”
What
kind of question was that? Really?
“What do you think I am? Some kind of
whore?”
And
Kakarot smiled! Nuzzled him even though
Vegeta was outraged at him, and murmured into his ear: “My whore.”
Well,
that was not comforting to know, because Vegeta was nobody’s whore, thank you
very much. He tried to push back, but discovered
that he was being pushed onto his back instead, and glared at the larger
Saiyan. “Do you even know what a whore
is?”
“No.”
didn’t matter. “But you’re mine.
Anything. You’re mine,”
and there was a growl in that word, and a possessiveness in the way that
Kakarot was wrapped all around him, kissing him, licking him, nuzzling every
inch of skin he could get to.
Vegeta
tried to summon the need for outrage, found that he was too tired, and just
sighed. “We need to get up.
Kakarot
gave him an odd look then grabbed handful of his own hair and lowered it to
where he could see it. “Oh,” he said,
“Wow!” And for a few moments he
concentrated solely on trying to power down.
Slowly, he faded back into his regular coloring.
heavd lid light—as if he would float away if the baka weren’t weighing him
down.
There
was a knock on the door, and without waiting for a response, Bulma pushed the
door open, and stared at the two of them.
“We’ve got a problem.” Her hand
was bruised black from knocking, and as Vegeta sat up he became aware that
there was something huge happening.
Goku
was blond again, just like that, and growling.
He stood up, yanked the gi back on and turned back to look at
Vegeta. “Stay!” he snapped.
gone.
Bulma
struggled across the floor and sat on the bed.
She looked at him and then huffed.
“I’ve been trying to get that door open for four hours.
moments. Nobody could get in.
Vegeta
was struggling against Kakarot’s command, trying to break the compulsion to
stay exactly where he was, because he was a Saiyan, dammit, and he was not
going to sit here and wait for the overgrown idiot to come back after fighting
whatever the intruder was. That was not
what the Prince of All Saiyans did. And
while he was seething in rage, Bulma took another blood sample—that woman was
obsessed!—and used her little handheld computer thing to analyze it.
“Congratulations
Vegeta!” she said, “You’re a mommy!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Don’t
you want to know what Goku is doing?
Gk: ‘Geta. What is a whore?
Vegeta: Its someone that gets paid to have sex.
Gk: OH! Can I be one?
Vegeta: No.
Gk: Why?
Vegeta: Because you have to sleep with lots of annoying people.
Gk: So?
Vegeta: Lots of annoying chichi-type people.
LadyLupin:
The
first time I read your review I was like “er?” and then it occurred to me what
you were talking about and I laughed—which of course made those folks around me
think I was bonkers, but that’s okay—no the rabbit didn’t die.
would be endangered if he didn’t let Vegeta rest a little, I guess.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Poor
‘Geta, if he’s not careful they’ll end up having sex in the middle of a highway
just because Goku wants to know what its like, huh? The aerial sex might happen.
I was trying to think of new ways to write lemons and that was one of
the things I came up with.
Jaygoose:
Someone
once said to me: You are not
funny. You are funny looking.
to get over that comment, but I think your review might have been the
breakthrough I was needing. *falls
apart in big sobby mess* Thank
you!
Hectate 18:
Vegeta
as a woman seems to know what he’s doing a lot better than Goku did.
story was f*cking great. Lovely
pun. ;)
Crazygurl:
Vegeta
is still essentially a boy. He just has
the necessary parts to give birth. Don’t
go and do anything rash, dearie, I want you to be able to keep reviewing, and
honestly, how are you going to be able to do that with an icicle in your
chest? Hmm?
Getarian:
The
extra reviews should be gone. And you
can just call me Card. CardDragonBall
is too many letters. *sheesh, should’ve picked a shorter name!*
Methinks
he doth protest too much, as well.
Especially since he’s the one that didn’t want to have sex.
weird way that he does. Yes, *author
rubs hands together and laughs maniacally* let the games begin!