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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Presta
had seen a whole bunch of things in the years since she came to this boring
little world. But she stood just inside
the Twin’s room while the two of them ‘suited up’ so to speak for whatever they
were going to go do. It was probably
the strangest thing she had seen.
Because they moved with synchrony that was really amazing.
moment, wearing the same pants (well, the exact same pair of pants but they
each wore one of them not both of them in one pair of pants.)
respective dressers and pulled out silver cases, her father had capsule
systems, Vegeta had various silvery bags and one capsule.
pockets. Like there was some system to
this.
Then Goten
yanked a couple of plain black shirts out of the drawer, tossed one to his
brother and pulled the other on. Reached
into the drawer and pulled out a set of rings that clinked and chimed when he
held them—she had never seen those before, but they looked a bit silly.
Of course,
there was also Trunks, her step-mommy who was wearing a pair of loose, dirty
jeans, ugly yellow shoes, a Capsule Corp shirt with a blue jacket over it.
adjusted the strap and with a slightly out of practice move, shrugged it on,
pulled the sword out of the sheath on his back and looked at it.
blood.
“Where
are you going?” Presta asked. Because
she wasn’t here to see them get ready, she was supposed to be getting the ‘orders’
as it were as to what she should do with her little sister, Gina and Masuyo
while the ‘men’ were away.
“That
doesn’t matter,” her father said, “We’re just training.
especially.”
“Fine,”
Presta said, felt like she was being gypped out of some great secret, but was
willing to wait for someone to slip up and say it. None of them were especially well known for their secret
keeping. She turned to leave the room
as the twins looked at one another and nodded at the same moment, her father holding
his hand out for Trunks to take and then they were gone.
Oh,
the drama. She went down the hallway,
shoved open the door to the boy’s room and found Masuyo, Analu and Bardock
sitting in the middle of the floor, staring at her with huge eyes like they had
just been caught doing something they shouldn’t have done.
dressed, get your scrawny asses down stairs.
Five minutes to eat and outside.”
“You’re
not our boss,” Bardock said.
“Today
I am,” Presta replied. Ignored him when
he flipped her off, and moved to the next bedroom, where Aya met her at the
door, already dressed (jeans, a skirt over them and a T-Shirt that said ‘Kitten’)
behind her Amaya was yawning and trying to tug her shirt on, but that wasn’t
going so well, because her head wasn’t fitting through the armhole.
Why
were Gohan’s kids here anyway?
Pan wasn’t even here today. Aya
kicked her and went downstairs to get her breakfast. Annoying little child that loved to fight too much.
problem and handed her a pair of pants to put on. (Believe it or not, Aya was actually smaller than Amaya, and
thusly Amaya ended up stealing clothes from the boys when she stayed here.)
~~~***
His
hands tingled. It was the cinnamon oil,
he was sure, they were warm and tingling and slick as he ran them down Vegeta’s
chest, over his stomach and back up his sides.
Endlessly petting his mate, his front his back, down his legs and back
up to his chest. Patiently pampering
the Prince and he thought that it had better pay off with a kid or he was going
to find his son and strangle him. He
only had one more day (thanks to the Vegeta-imposed time limit) to get his mate
pregnant or he’d miss his chance this cycle.
And from the way that his mate was languidly spread out and happily dozing
during this massage, Goku wasn’t so sure this was the best plan.
finished, but his mate didn’t look too terribly interested in getting sex.
Goku
was always interested in sex, so he couldn’t fathom the opposite.
stroked the insides of his thighs and eared himself a distracted little whimper.
and slick and fragrant now, and leaned forward, saw Vegeta watching him and as
his slid his hands around to Vegeta’s back, his mate pushed himself up enough
to kiss Goku. Without any real sense of
urgency, just a kiss, and another.
He
felt Vegeta’s hips roll against him as moved his hands down the length of his
back to his rather nice rear, lifted him up and with another kiss and a passive
whimper on his mate’s part, he pushed into him. Felt his head get all cloudy and fuzzy, felt light and heavy and
full of air, but not urgent, and thought wildly through that foggy sense of
complete relaxedness, that this was it.
He remembered feeling this way with the Twins’ conception and Bardock’s
and that meant that they were going to get to have a BABY!
Vegeta’s
body slipped against his like fluid warm and tingling where their skin touched,
smooth and soft because Vegeta was just stretched out and happily accepting but
not wildly passionate. Strange, that
way, but Goku concentrated on the warmth of Vegeta around him, and the slide—everywhere
they slid together and it was aggravatingly arousing—and he moved with long
strokes, no urgency, just thrust deeply and slowly. Filled Vegeta until they were both moving to meet, until they
both felt the explosion of power that lingered there, and Goku wrapped his arms
around his mate, pulled him up and thrust into him as the world went yellow
again.
~~~***
“Fucking
Freiza and King Cold?” Vegeta repeated, “Presta’s versions?
Goten
rolled his eyes, stretched and concentrated on fluctuating his power (that too
was a stretch and an exercise) the way his father had taught him.
after all, and he wasn’t so sure his brother had bri brightest idea considering
how soon it was exactly that these monsters were supposed to be showing up.
“Yep,”
Trunks said, he was sharpening his sword.
“You two should be able to kill them and make it back in time for
dinner.”
“Haha,”
Vegeta said. Hated this whole cloak and dagger thing
where they had to lie to their parents by not telling them the truth.
notice it when multiple Freiza’s started showing up. And for that matter, he was fairly certain they would notice
something like Cell or Buu. They weren’t
exactly little nobody enemies. Cell had
been defeated by… Well, depends on what
world he came from who he had been defeated by. Because both Mom and Dad had fought him in their world, but it
was Dad that finally killed him. But in
the other world, Gohan killed him. So
if this Cell was their Cell, than he wouldn’t be much of a problem, really,
they were both as powerful as their father, but if he was Gohan’s Cell, than it
might be a bit trickery, because they didn’t know what powers he had.
“They
were pathetic,” Goten said finally, stood up and looked at him.
they’ve managed to escape dying by coming here. If we kill them now, they’re really dead.
“So
you’re telling me they aren’t pathetic.”
“I’m
tell you,” Goten said—with a smirk and a ‘oh yes, we be badass’ sort of glint
in his eyes “That we’re going to out-power our Dad. By the end of this week…
We’ll be past his level.”
Joy.
other to get the power boost and training to hit that next limit—four this time—until
they got to it and could power straight into it without having to wait.
“What
about the demi?” he asked.
“Trunks
is brushing up on some survival techniques.
We’re going to teach him how to fight dirty. You know, how you like to fight.”
“Better
than your method, all mouth and no fight,” Vegeta snapped.
“Oh,”
Trunks said as he slid the sword back into its sheath, “But I like Goten’s
mouth.” Said this without blushing,
said it with that calculated attitude he had before he had hopped a dimension
to be his brother’s mate. But it was
better than way. Because Vegeta didn’t
think that cookie-dough-ice cream-eating Trunks really stood a chance against
the things they were going to fight.
“I do
have a nice mouth,” Goten said, sucked on his own finger until Vegeta punched
him.
And
just like that, they were back to who they had been before children.
world. They were the twins that were
hopping through time and unable to get home.
The ones that were really the most powerful versions of themselves
because they had nothing to rely on but their own ability to survive.
fingers. Curled his hands into fists
and thought the evil thoughts that powered him before.
“I
hope you know what you’re doing,” Vegeta said.
Goten
gave him that smirk again. “Doesn’t
everybody?”
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I sure do.
Goku: Yay!
And a BABY!
Gina: *pouts
* where was I anyway?
Lil’Geta: She has
a point. Did I tell her I was leaving?
Vegeta: You
probably did and that’s why she wasn’t there.
Goten: Ah, if only
your mate was a dimension hopping bad ass like mine.
Trunks:
Puh-leeze. I’m not a bad ass.
Lil’Geta: That’s
right, Demi. You’re not.
G:
Riiiiight. We all saw you kill
Freiza and King Cold. You can’t hide
that bad-assness.
ACK! Ran out of
time to write chapters. *sobs *
Gotta go now, though.