Mental Therapy

Once he had walked into the kitchen and found that
one of the capsule’s he had been working on perfecting had exploded and left his
kitchen covered in toilet paper. When
asked why he had used toilet paper to stock the capsule system, Goten had told
his mother that ‘last time I used nickels, and when it exploded it hurt like
shit and put holes through everything.’
Thus the decision to use something soft, and it also explained where the
cities’ supply of TP had gone to.

It was afternoon now, and he was returning for a
spar. Still, when he walked into the
kitchen there was Goten, leaning back in his chair, damn feet on the table, tapping
his fingers overtop the bite mark on his upper arm. He was wearing a black shirt that said “Been there, fucked
that.” His head was tipped back and he
grinned when Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

The chair set itself back on the ground, the feet
left the table, he used his own shirt to dust the dirt off and then pulled
himself up to the table appropriately, and kept tapping the bite mark. “Hey, Mom,” he said.

Kakarot had taught them that. It was their first word. Mommy.
For six years he had been Mommy.
The Prince of All Saiyans. The
Great Vegeta. The Super Saiyan. Mommy.

“I thought you were supposed to be with your
brother,” Vegeta said.

Goten nodded.
“That’s what I thought too.
Either he’ll show up soon or I’ll track his ass down and beat it for
him.”

What lovely Saiyan children he had. Violence solved everything. Mostly, they kept their violence playful,
but occasionally they got into real all-out battles and generally ended up
either beating the other unconscious or killing one another. In fact, this seemed to be a past time for
them. Deranged children. “Stop that,” he said. The tapping thing was annoying the hell out
of him.

True to their nature, Goten didn’t stop. “Can’t,” he said, “I’m trying to get him to
show up so I don’t have to hunt for him.”
Lazy asses.

“ALRIGHT YOU GODDAMN PEST!” and there was the oldest
son, appearing in the kitchen via his father’s Instant Transmission technique,
screaming and seething with rage. He
grabbed his twin by the back of his neck, hauled him to his feet and punched
him. Goten stumbled back, caught
himself, braced his feet, and then, was picked up again and tossed out the
door.

Kakarot had come home. He pointed out the door and looked directly at his other son (the
oldest Twin.) “OUT!” he shouted. “NOW!”

Vegeta (the young one) ducked past his father and
went to continue beating his brother.
He was much louder than the average person, so his angry yells of “DO
YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FOCUS ON FUCKING WHEN YOU’RE CONSTANTLY TOUCHING
YOUR OWN DAMN HAND?!” and “ANNOYING PRICK.”
And “WAIT UNTIL I DO IT TO YOU, BASTARD!”

Kakarot closed the kitchen door, and shook his
head. “We should have stopped at zero,”
he said this, but it was completely understood that he didn’t mean it. In fact, it seemed that he had been
trying—to no avail, mind you—to get Vegeta pregnant since the twins had turned
six. Of course, close the heals of
their eighth birthday there had been the whole Majiin thing. So the sex had been put off while they
fought that battle. And the year
following that, since they were all recovering from fighting the blobby pink
thing. And ever since then (for seven
years, mind you) the baka had been intently trying to have more children. Vegeta took great pleasure in the fact that
all the efforts had produced no results.

Goten came back through the door. Bloody lips and grinning, grabbed a small
silver case off the table, waved his parents good-bye and went back out to
finish fighting his twin.

“Well,” Kakarot said, moving closer, sniffing the
air, “Now that they’re gone…”

Vegeta considered fighting. Decided that he was actually done with fighting (since he had
been doing that all day) and figured that as long as he got food out of this,
he would just let the Baka do as he wished.
Felt the larger arms wrap around him, lift him up and he was kissing his
mate. Opening his mouth and tilting his
head to allow better access. Felt hands
move down to cup his ass, wrapped his legs around the waist before him.

“Upstairs,” he said.
Because the twins generally disappeared for hours (or days) at a time,
but every so often they reappeared in mere minutes. And Vegeta was not in the mood to have them ruining his
afternoon. Kakarot instant
transmissioned them up to their bedroom, inverting them so Vegeta was pressed
into the bed and Kakarot was rubbing his thigh between his legs.

Hand moved down, slipped inside his pants—the blessed
thigh moved away—and after a quick stroke to Vegeta’s erection, the fingers
moved further back, slid into him. One
finger, pressing against the soft, slick flesh, and then two.

Vegeta spread his legs, pushed his feet to the bed,
and lifted his hips up, used his own hands to push his pants down, wiggled one
leg out of them, and then was stilled when a third finger pushed into him. Kakarot moved away from his mouth down to
his erection, closed his hot—Kami he had the hottest mouth every—mouth around
him. Sucked on him. Using his long fingers to thrust in and out
of Vegeta.

And Vegeta, himself, pushed back against the fingers,
up into the mouth. Groaned, clenched
his teeth and bared them. Wrapped one
hand in the hair of his mate, the other in the covers under him. His vision went all spotty as the fingers
moved faster and Kakarot started to bob his head up and downan
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Fuck, fuck!

A dual rush of liquid, and he bit his own fist when
he felt Kakarot swallowing around him.
Then the fingers slid out of him, the big baka pulled back, licked his
fingers clean, made pleased little noises, watched Vegeta. Then he stood up, shrugged out of his
clothes.

Vegeta used those few moments to shuck his shirt and
pull his pants off entirely. Kakarot
reclaimed his mouth. Bruised his lips
as the big one used his hands to spread Va’s a’s legs, tilt his hips up and
slide into him. Much more substantial
than just fingers; and he paused only long enough to breath in then he was
thrusting. Vegeta broke his mouth away,
bared his neck—felt strange as he pushed back into the thrusts, like he was
empty (which he definitely wasn’t.)
Felt teeth sink into his skin again, felt the hands move up to his
chesressress flat against his muscles and then down, under him, rising his ass
up again. Felt himself being pushed
into as far as anyone could possibly go.

Felt his eyes roll back, felt the world go yellow
around him. Heard the growl that rose
from Kakarot’s chest. Spared a brief
moment to wonder what was so familiar about this, and then—in a flash of sheer
white—he felt the waves of warmth inside of him, a ripple of something and the
emptiness went away, was replaced by a feeling of fullness, a warmth.

And the world went black.

~~~***

“Where were you anyway?” Goten asked. He flipped a few more numbers on the capsule
system, set it on the ground and hit the release button. Ducked just in case it decided to explode
again. Found that it performed its intended
operation perfectly. And there was now
a whole feast of food before them. “I was busy,” Vegeta said.

“Oh,” Goten said, smirking, “Having bad sex?”

There was a scowl.
A look of disdain. “No, I was
not having bad sex. I’m not you.” A bread roll was lazily tossed at Goten’s
head.

“Then what?” he asked again. Caught the roll ate it in two bites. “Because you weren’t fighting. And unless you’re fighting or fucking you
generally come right away.” A pause. “And I do not have bad sex.”

“Puh-leeze,” was the response, “I’ve seen the twits
you sleep with. I’m surprised you don’t
break them in half.”

“As opposed to Ms. Blonde Queen USA?”

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Ate a chunk of ham and thought for a moment. Had a hickey on his neck. Was wearing a shirt that said: “I HATE PEOPLE.”

Goten took advantage of this momentary silence to
think. Then said: “Sucks that there aren’t more Saiyans. I bet sex would be a ton better with other
saiyans.”

“Just don’t say that around Dad. Trust me.
I’ve heard that conversation and it’s not pretty.”

Goten laughed.
“Ah, poor baby. Not interested
in hearing about your parent’s sex life?
I bet it’s fascinating.”

“How did Mom have kids anyway?” Trunks asked, “Why
hasn’t he had any since us?”

Goten
snorted. “Have you met us?” He considered the first part of the
question, about how his mother had gotten pregnant in the first place, since he
was in fact a male. That did pose a
whole flurry of questions. “I bet Aunt
Bulma would know.” Resolved to ask hehen hen next he saw her, Goten turned back to his brother. “So, where were you?”

“I
was busy,” Vegeta said.

“Having
sex?”

“Do
you have to know everything?”

“It
is the defining mark of a genius.
Besides you already said that you were, so either you’re doing the
naughty with someone you don’t want me to know about or you got someone
pregnant.”

“No
one’s pregnant.”

That
was a load off his mind. Goten was
always afraid his brother’s stupid preference for the female species would get
him in trouble. There were two things
his parents told them not to do. One
was: bite someone with the intention of having them mated to you forever. The second was worded something like this
(from their mother’s mouth: ) ‘I don’t carat yat you fuck, but if you bring
home children I’ll personally remove your ability to have any.’ So either don’t get chicks pregnant or get
castrated. Goten was never more
thankful that he got the boy-sex preference.
(Twins had this thing where parts of their personalities were opposite
while parts were identical. Or at least
Saiyan twins did.) “I would like to
have sex again soon,” he said sadly.

“What
happened to that one kid?” Vegeta asked.

“He
was not a kid, ‘Geta. Hs ous our age.”

“Thus,
he was a kid. Now what happened? Did he bruise too easily or something?”

Yeah,
Goten and Vegeta often found that their human sex-partners ended up looking
like someone was abusing the hell out of them unless they were careful. “No.
Decided that he wasn’t gay anymore.
Found a pretty girl or something.”

“I
guess you fucked the gay right out of him,” Vegeta said. He grinned at his brother—one of those
annoying smirks that he had when he thought he was clever.

“Right,
as opposed to the girls that run screaming from you to the arms of the nearest
available lesbian.”

“I’ve
actually got to watch lesbians. Not
that interesting.”

“Sometimes
its hard to believe you aren’t gay,” Goten said.

“Men
smell bad,” is what Vegeta said in his own defense, “I don’t understand how you
can stand to be near them much less fuck them.”

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Haha. Sequel!
(And you all thought it was over.)

Lil’Geta:
Great. Now I will referred to in
the narrative as (the young one.)

Vegeta: Deal with
it.

Goten:
Hahaahahahahah! ve ave a name
that isn’t like anyone else’s!

Gk: Except mine
and Gohans. We’re all
Go-somethings.

Lil’Geta: Plus,
all of us got sex and you didn’t get any.

Goten: I’ll make
up for it.