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:
style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>A.
No. *sighs heavily *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I still don’t own DBZ, DBGT or DB.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I tried to buy it out, and wouldn’t you know
it, fifty cents and a piece of bubblegum wasn’t enough.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *sigh *
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.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>B.
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?)
style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>C.
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.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> SAIYANS. (I consider ta waa warning.)style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Humor.
Goten. (he’s a warning all his
own.) style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>
style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>D.
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.) style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>
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Bardock
concentrated, saw his target and was just about to let lose a nice volley of ki
blasts when the ear-splitting shriek of
“DAADDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEee!” nearly deafened him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Amaya took off from where she stood next to
him, flew across the open ground around them and tackled her Dad.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Gohan—despite his rather worn and rusty
reflexes—caught her before she could knock into him, and he hugged her, ruffled
her dark hair.
“Having
fun?” he asked.
Amaya
crossed her arms over her little chest and shook her head no.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Presta’s mean to me,” she said.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pouted.
But unlike little Aya who instantly got under your skin in that annoying
‘I’m so cute and you know it so give me what I want’ sort of way, Amaya never
managed to get everyone to obey her every word.
“Presta’s
not being mean to you,” Gohan replied, but he looked up at Presta all the same
with a raised eyebrow. And his niece
descended from her perch in the air.
“Hey,
Uncle,” she said. And the kids that had
been spread out and practicing ran up to the two adults.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (Well, Gohan was an adult and Presta thought
she was.) Aya grabbed her sister’s tail
and crawled up her back, wrapped her little arms around Presta’s neck and
looked at Gohan from there.
“Hiya!”
she said happily.
Bardock
rolled his eyes. Waited for Masuyo to
step up next to him, and Analu stood next to his father with a superior ‘ha-ha’
and a smirk that said he was older and thus better somehow.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (That how had yet to be discovered, because
Masuyo could kick the brat’s ass with one hand broken and tied behind his
back.)
“Where’s
Goten and Vegeta?” Gohan asked, “Goten said he’d send the kids home today and
Videl’s been looking for them since sun sun rose.”
Presta
shrugged. “Dad said they’re
training. Where’s Pan?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She said she was coming back yesterday.”
“Grounded,”
Gohan said. And then when hieceiece
glared at him he put his hand in neutrality.
“I didn’t do it. It’s just
stupid to try and ground a Saiyan. My
Mom used to do that to me all the time too.”
“Tell
your wife that,” Presta replied.
Grumbled something further and then looked down at the him and
Masuyo. Sighed and looked back at her
uncle. “So, come to get the terrors?”
“Unfortunately,”
he replied.
“Go,”
Presta said, and she reached behind her, wrapped a hand in Aya’s hair, lifted
her up off her back set set her down on the ground. “All of you, I want to talk to Gohan by myself.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Go, go go!”
He
went last, and walked away only far enough that anyone without extra sensitive
hearing wouldn’t be able to hear what she was saying. Presta probably knew he was listening in, but he supposed the
important thing was that the little ones that belonged to Gohan didn’t hear her.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She didn’t give a damn if everyone else
heard her, but she was a firm believer in either bashing someone to their face
or doing it were the kids couldn’t hear.
“You
need to tell Videl to shut her mouth and let your kids train,” She said
frankly, “I don’t what the hell my father is hiding but its some big shit.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Your father trained you even when your
mother didn’t want you trained, so grow a pair and do the same.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Then she patted him on the shoulder all
friendly like.
Gohan
sighed.
a human’ sigh. Not that he didn’t love
his wife, because he probably did, but you could only put up with so much shit
before it that love just didn’t mean as much as it used to.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Look at his father.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Bardock was pretty sure the reason why his
father got along so well with his mother was that they actually fought out
their shit a long time ago. None of
this bitch about it crap. “She doesn’t
want them to end up like the twins,” Gohan said, “My Mom’s got Videl all
convinced that they’re the spawn of satan or something.”
At
this Presta snorted. “Your wife is the
spawn of Satan.”
“The
devil, satan, not Hercule,” Gohan saspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
But he was grinning none the less.
“As
far as I’m concerned, the twins are exactly what you want your kids to be like
Gohan. Nothing is going to defeat the
two of them because they’ve fought just about everything there is to
fight. And they’re nearly thirty years
younger than Goku and Vegeta. Now I’m
sorry you married a harpy bitch, that must be some sort of bad family genetics
or something, but these kids are severely undertrained and if you don’t stand
up now and make it possible for them to learn some shit they’ll end up dead.”
Ah.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The art of Presta over-statement.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It was a beautiful thing.
Gohan
gave her a look. Then he shook his
head. “Fine. You’re right anyway. And
I’ll send Pan here too. Maybe she can
help keep them in line.”
Presta
hugged Gohan. “I knew you had a
brain!”Patted his shoulder again and
then turned to look at Bardock. >Gav>Gave
him a level glare that told him should even a word of the conversation she just
had be repeated he would need a tongue replacement because she would rip his
out.
~~~***
It
had been two days since the twins untimely disappearance.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Somewhere between. “Vegeta get off me, I need to take a shower” and “Hey…” (which is
what she had started to say when she came back into the room after her shower)
he, his brother and Trunks had up and freaking disappeared.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> No explanation other than for Presta to tell
them all they went to ‘train.’
Whatever. Their ki signatures
weren’t even registering to Goku and Mummy.
And they were their parents.
She
was just a slight second away from getting Presta all riled up and making Goten
come back (since he had that wide open bond with his daughter) and explain a
few things to her like why in the hell her mate was away somewhere ningning
inexplicably when there was NO FREAKING THREAT!
But
she was mostly a calm, rational woman and she wasn’t about to go terrorize a
teenaged Saiyan for no reason. Because
Presta had still been a Saiyan longer than her, still fought better and moved
faster than her. So getting into a
tussle over something that wasn’t life or death with the girl was not
necessarily something that any sane person wanted to do.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
So Gina
was left to look out the window and watch the children training.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> They had stopped destroying property with
those ki blasts yesterday and had moved on to meditating to control their ki.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Except little Aya who was furiously fighting
Pan like her very life depended on her victory. Of course, Aya always fought like this. She fought like every battle would be her last one and she would
never again see the light of day if she didn’t win.
There
was a popping noise, and she turned around to find her mate appear behind
her. Wearing only a rather dirty pair
of pants. No shirt, no shoes just the
baggy pants that tied closed with the drawstring on his waist.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
“You
so did not come here to have sex or I’ll kick you where the sun don’t shine,”
she said.
He rolled
his eyes. “Well, that was part of the
plan. Mostly I came here because Goten
and Trunks are having sex. But if
you’re really that against it, I guess I can go find Masuyo.”
“And
say what?” she said. Looked at his
chest. It was covered with healing
gashes and bruises and a couple of things that looked like burn marks.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He turned around and pulled a chair out from
the table on their side of the room, dusted his butt off and sat down.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His back was covered in the same sort of
scars, and there was even one long streak across his shoulders like someone had
taken a knife to him.
“Well,
I hadn’t planned anything,” Vegeta said, “But I figured it would be something
along the lines of ‘hello son. Remember
me? I’m your father.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He gave her a look.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I haven’t been gone that long.”
“Its
not that you’re gone, its that nobody can find you and you didn’t tell anyone
you were leaving.” She crossed the room
and stood next to him, let him put his hands on her waist and look at her with
those eyes of his thlwaylways made her give in eventually.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pressed her fingers to that healing gash
scar on his back.
“We
told Presta. Nobody else was
available.”
“Whatever,”
she countered, “You made sure nobody else was available.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Looked at him and saw that same strange
intensity in him that had been there those first few weeks after the time
traveling fiasco. That depth of anger
that made her just a little more than afraid to be his mate because at any
given moment he could very well snap and break all of her in just one
minute. “Am I fertile?” she asked.
He
sniffed, pressed his forehead against her stomach and sighed.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Yes.”
“Do
you want more kids?” She ran her
fingers through his hair, felt the dirt there and dusted it out of the black
spikes.
“Do
you?”
She shrugged.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “I think it would be nice.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I mean, Masuyo had people his own age, and
Mommy’s finally pregnant, and it would be best if there were more kids…”style="mso-spacerun: yes">
He
looked up at her, moved his hands from her waist, up her back and stood
up. “Yes, I want more kids.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He said this like it was a sad thing.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And she would have asked him about it, but
he kissed her and she vindictively put a ‘lid’ on her thoughts, focused on the
fng ong of his strong arms around her and the press of his hot skin against
hers. Didn’t care about all the things
he wasn’t telling her, because she knew it had to do with his brother and
anything that dealt with Gotes ons only Vegeta’s business.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She would never get on the inside of that
bond, and that was just the way it was.
She
untied his pants, pushed them out of her way and wrapped her arms around him,
lifted herself up and onto him, felt him slide into her and he pulled back for
a moment to pant out a breath, kissed her face everywhere he could and then
said—almost feverishly—“I love you.”
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*ducks flying things *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> That was a…er…hint of lemon.style="mso-spacerun: ye That counts!
Goku: Pathetic.
Vegeta: Its
because Presta talks too damn .
Presta: I really
don’t think that’s a fair assessment of the situation.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> After all there were many other contributing
factors, such as all the children involved and Bardock was the narrator of that
particular segment, if anyone should be blamed I’m fairly certain that it
should be him…
Goku: I see your
point.
Vegeta: *nods * style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Presta stole our lemon.
Goku: *gets all
chibi-big-eyed * What’s she going to do
with it?
EleneK:
*rips
hair out and sends little tufts of it flying everywhere * Now I am BALD!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *sobs *
pan>pan>*sobs more * I’m not ignoring
GOHAN! I have plans for him!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But I’ve got TOO many CHARACTERS!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *sobs more * …*cough * anyway.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> ;)
Lenora:
1'> *falls
on face * I didn’t respond to the
e-mail? I’m such a dope.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I’m sorry.
Yeah, I got the picture of Vegeta.
Lol. Liked it veddy much.style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Jaygoose:
You’re
getting so excited you can just drop that ‘am’ and move right on to the
verb. yes"> Yay! Trunks as a
badass! *scratches head *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Now where have I seen that before?
Macha:
Well…the
twins have never purposefully killed each other, actually.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This will be the first time they’ve ever
done that. So lets hope none of the
killing is permanent. *crosses fingers
*
Webester01:
Yep.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> All you’ve got to do is relax…style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Well, the Saiyans do.
pregnant’ scene from Goku’s perspective!
*is all happy *
Mechanical Butterfly:
Lol.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> style="mso-space yes yes"> Ask anyone, that works.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *glares at her computer *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But then you have to show it some love
too. *pats the computer *style="mso-spacerun: yes">