Mental Therapy
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Mental Therapy
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy
necessary for you to read the story before it: Hormone Therapy. It is not
necessary to read Cross-eyed, but it would be nice if you did.
B) (Just in case I don’t make it obvious) Takes place 16 years
post Hormone Therapy & 1 year (probably about nine months) prior to the
Twin’s filching the Time Machine.
own DBZ. I own Vegeta’s uterus, his twin sons: Lil’Geta &
Goten.
Smut. Humor. Slash. Crude language.
~~~~~~~~~~~***
When
he took off his shirt, she did a double-take.
Stared at him so blatantly that Vegeta started to blush.
The Prince of all the bloody fucking Saiyans in the universe.
Bulma stared at him, at the brand new bite mark on his shoulder and at the
word: “GOKU’S” that was sucked into his chest (A huge ass line of
hickey’s spelled out this word) she felt like she was blushing too.
picture of the two of them together and how long it would have taken Goku to do
that.)
“Stop
staring,” Vegeta said.
“Did
he tattoo your ass too?” She didn’t
laugh. She very much wanted to, but she
did not. Instead she flipped a few
switches on the ultrasound machine.
Patted the table where he needed to sit and said:
“That’s
why I’m here, Aunt Bulma!” That was
Goten. Standing in the doorway, looking
annoying—she still hadn’t forgiven him for sleeping with her customer.
‘Cherry-popper.’ Oi.
“To make sure that nobody gets too touchy-feely.”
“Puh-leeze.”
“Puh-leeze
all you want,” Goten said, “But poor ‘Geta has been traumatized from hearing
our dear father walking around and explaining to everyone that will listen why
it is that Mom is solely his.” With
that bit of information shared, he sat down on the chair near the door and
started to twiddle his thumbs.
Vegeta
laid on the table, and put the gel on his own stomach, spread it around and
then allowed her to use the ultrasound—just as long as she didn’t touch him in
any way. She sighed, rolled her eyes at
the damn Saiyans and moved the ultrasound around, looking for the little
heartbeat. Found it.
And pointed to it. “Look,” she
said, “That’s your baby.”
“Just
one?” Vegeta asked.
“Yep.”
“Oh,
thank you!” Goten said from his place.
He didn’t even looeepieepish when they turned to look at him.
enjoyed every single moment that he had made their lives stressful.
Vegeta
wiped his own stomach off, got off the table.
And then pulled his shirt back on.
“Alright,
you crazy kids,” Goten said, standing up, “Got to take the old woman here and
get her washed up before Dad gets home.”
“Goku
didn’t know that you were coming?” Bulma asked.
“No,”
Goten replied, “He would have dropped a calf and then I would have had to take
care of it.” He waved her good-bye,
threw his arm around his mom and made them both blink out of existence.
Thank
Kami. It was only one kid inside of
Vegeta this time.
~~**
Apparently
spastic Saiyans had the tendency to go psychotic. Because that’s what Kakarot was.
Crazy.
of his shirt and proceeded to imprint the word GOKU’S onto his chest.
bruised. When he demanded why this had
been done, the psychotic one said: “Because I don’t like smelling Bulma on
you.” Like that woman stood a chance in
frozen hell of getting between him and his mate. Three days. And still the
marks had not faded. Goten had been the
one to come to him and tell him that should he want an ultrasound, that his
youngest son would kindly escort him to make sure there was no funny business
going on between him and Bulma.
So
he went. His oldest son met him back at
the house, handed him a bar of soap that he said: ‘Absolutely guaranteed there
will be no smell but your own stink.’
Shoved him into the shower and told him to get washed up.
going to be revealing some idiotic thing they had done to him soon because they
were awfully concerned about his well-being.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'> Spastic,
psychotic Saiyans could also sneak up on a person, which is why he found
himself staring at a fully clothed Kakarot standing in the shower, sniffing
suspiciously. After a long moment—a
very deep kiss—his mate seemed satisfied that nothing had happened to his
mate. And he nuzzled the mark he left
on Vegeta’s chest and disappeared again.
Idiot.
But
since the twins had allowed him to find out that he was only carrying one child
without the resulting pounding into the mattress type sex, he figured that he
owed them a bit of leniency on whatever they chose to tell him they had
done. He finished his shower.
sitting in here—Vegeta had taken the dirty ones and washed them with a soap
similar to the shower stuff.
And
met his twin sons in the kitchen where they were discussing ways to get money.
“Doesn’t
Aunt Bulma owe you for working in her lab?” was what Vegeta said.
“No.
guy.” A sigh, his son was pouting as he
made the biggest damn sandwich Vegeta (the pregnant one) had ever seen.
“Naw.
To demonstrate what he meant, the young Vegeta swished his tail back and
forth behind him.
“We
could do kink.” And Goten set about
making two more of the monstrous sandwiches.
“No.
together or some shit.” Vegeta (young
one) sighed. Showed his mother where to
sit at the table and then gave him a measuring glance.
sandwich that Goten offered him.
And
it was the son with the colorful T-shirt collection that said: “We are fairly
certain that Fluffers is pregnant.”
Fluffers
was the two-year old dog that the twins ‘bought’ from a pet store.
her head off at all hours of the night.
She smelled bad and was too loud so neither of the twins spent a great
deal of time with her, but Krillin and the others liked her.
“Pregnant?”
he repeated.
“With
a lot of puppies,” Goten added.
“And
this is your faults,” he said.
“Yup.
‘damned kids!’ speech if we told you ahead of time.” Goten took a huge bite of his sandwich and nodded to reaffirm his
belief in his mother’s ability to handle the situation.
Vegeta
considered this bit of information.
Wondered just how pregnant the dog was.
If they were going to have to keep the puppies and how the hell the
twins were responsible. (Decided he
didn’t want to know thatt bit bit.) “I
assume you’re going to be there to watch the puppies be born?”
“Every
step of the way,” Goten said.
“And
you’re going to be keeping the house spotless until that time?”
“Yes,”
that was the young Vegeta that said it, “And probably for a few months
afterward as well.”
No
more was said on the matter. The twins
ate, put up their mess and promptly moved to leave, stopped just before they
successfully made it out of the house because Vegeta (their mother) asked: “Where’s
Kakarot at anyway?”
“Sparring,”
was the answer, “With the others.
Gohan, Krillin, Piccolo.”
Then
they were gone and the house was completely silent. Leaving Vegeta to finish eating his sandwich and wait for his
mate to get his ass home. Yes, he was
mostly gratefully to his sons that he did not have to get another tattooed
chest because he had gone within five foot of Bulma, but that didn’t mean that
he was especially happy that he didn’t get the sex part.
being gone.
~~~~***
Goku
had spent the better part of a week thinking of how he was going to prove to
Bulma that Vegeta was absolutely just his.
That she needed to be very careful where she left her smell.
took satisfaction in that, but at the same time decided that it was nearly
enough. He needed to do something that
left no doubt in her mind. (Briefly he
had considered giving her a lecture about every aspect of his mate that belonged
to him, and then figured that if Vegetan’t n’t kill him for it that Bulma would
probably pass out from a nosebleed.)
Wished that he was more like his twin sons and able to come up with
stupid and effective means of proving a point.
Because
this was really stumping him. He could
just take Vegeta back to the Capsule Corp building and have lots of sex
everywhere until Bulma got the point.
(While that would be fun he wasn’t sure it was the best answer.)
he kept thinking of it.) Or he could
tear up all of Vegeta’s clothes and make him wear whatever Goku wanted him
to. Or he could get Goten to make a
Bulma-repellant and spray it on Vegeta every morning before he allowed his mate
to leave his sight.
OR
he could have lots of sex with Vegeta.
He
became aware that he was drifting around in the air only when his twin sons ran
into him (well, actually, Goten slammed into him, and Vegeta grabbed his
brother and yanked him back up to continue the fight.)
(Goten had his hands wrapped around Vegeta’s neck and Vegeta had stopped in
mid-punch.)
“Oh,
sorry, Dad.”
“Mom
was looking for you,” Vegeta informed him, “You should go home.”
Sighed
again. Wondered what he was going to do
to prove to Bulma who’s mate was who’s.
(And that it was a bad idea to leave ones smell all over another’s
mate.) And since his sons were right
here, and they were so very good at coming up with these sorts of schemes he
said: “Hey…”
Was
cut off by Goten saying: “Please don’t ask that question.
clothes on her bed and have sex on top of them. That way she’ll get the point.”
How?
Vegeta. And showing Bulma that only his
smell belonged on his mate (he guessed.)
Trusted that his sons probably knew what they were talking about and
said “Thanks guys!” and took off.
~~~**
“Why
the hell did you tell him to do that?” Vegeta demanded, voice only slightly
distorted by the hands around his neck.
“Because
Aunt Bulma won’t stop giving me that lecture about how fucking clients is bad
for business.” He ducked away from the
punch that had been ined fed for his face, and grinned.
“Still,
You know that once that stink gets into heotheothes it’ll never come out.”
Goten
grinned again and then laughed. “That
was the fucking point, ‘Geta. She’ll
have to buy a whole new wardrobe or wear clothes that smell like sex.
“That’s
not what I would have done,” Vegeta said.
“Well,
if my idea doesn’t work out Dad can always use whatever yours is.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Hm.
Gk:
Yeah! Sex!
Vegeta: I am
so not doing that.
Gk: I don’t
recall giving you an option.
Lil’Geta:
Oi. Kill me now.
Goten: Okay!
>
Jaygoose:
Yeah.
the plot. *sigh*
chapters. Its okay that you didn’t
review while you were gone. *sheesh*
Getarian:
Yeah,
I know that Goten’s lemons aren’t your favorite. (All you really needed to know
that there was a guy named Kane that was one of Bulma’s customers and he had
sex with Goten. Because it’ll come up
again in the story.) Take comfort that
there will always be plenty of Vegeta & Goku’s lemons to take care of that
problem. (Like the next chapter.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
If
you ask Goten he’ll tell you that he doesn’t get enough sex.
finally found Trunks.) And of course
Vegeta has air in his closet. Just enough
air to allow him to keep producing steamy lemons.
Thankies
for reviewing! Always enjoy reading the
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