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Group Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Group Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-INTERLUDE 'THE MEMORY'
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
- 20-19
- 21-20
- 22-21
- 23-22
- 24-23
- 25-24
- 26-25
- 27-Last
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Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy

Which
was the sequel to Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.

WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:

A.
I do not own DBZ. If I owned
it, the twins would be in the show and everyone would be running and screaming
in fear of Goten�s insatiable need for chaos and sex. (However, I do own: Vegeta�s uterus, the twins, Trunks� uterus
(when he gets one) and Gina.)

B.
If you did not read Hormone Therapy or Mental Therapy than you will be
as clueless as newborn. You should go
read Cross-eyed, but you don�t have to.

C.
There will be SEX. Between two
males and between man & woman.
There will be CRUDE LANGUAGE.
(Goten�s T-shirts will be mentioned.)

D.
And this is AU. And it�s all
about humor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

He
felt like an ass. How could he have
FORGOTTEN? Not that Goten really
believed he forgot so much as decided not to remember. And nothing like seeing your twin have the
�first born� grandchild to smack you in the face and remind you that dammit,
Masuyo was not the �first born.� He was
the second. The
panicky feeling didn�t pass, but he controlled it. Calculated it and fed it into a heightened rage, because there
was the memory that played in his mind like a mantra, reminding him of Bo, Do,
So and Memphis�if Memphis was even still alive after the beating �Geta gave
him�and he shivered in disgust at why that memory had come back to him. Thought of his child and the fact that those
fuckers were still alive and swore that if so much a hair on her head was
disturbed he was going to do more than just rip off extra body parts.

Felt
Vegeta there with him, only as a sense of calm amid the storm of fury and panic
that he had become. Fixed the damn Time
machine in two hours. Grabbed a rather
nasty capsule system off his shelves in the lab. Saw Vegeta wear the same grim determination, and the two of them
left.

He
didn�t even think about Trunks. Felt
even more like an ass when they shifted through time and dimensions, and
thought that he would make it up when he got back, that Trunks would understand
because this was a child out there somewhere that was calling for him.

That
was the panic. His daughter. She was screaming somewhere and desperate,
and if he was the one getting this message from her, that meant her Mother was
dead. Saima. Dead. He could not ignore
her. Couldn�t leave his child to face
whatever made her scream. Because there
were things about her that he had never told anyone.

Presta�that�s
what Saima had named her, �quick� it meant, because Presta had been born at
five months. He closed his eyes,
thought of what she had looked like as a baby.
Thought of the pandemonium, thought of what Red had said to him. �You should take her� his grandmother had
told him, �She doesn�t belong to this world.�
But he hadn�t. Had promised
Saima a child and she would keep his daughter.
Keep the little girl who was born a Super Saiyan with blond hair and
blue eyes. Born with a golden tail and
more power than any other person that belonged in that world. He had left her there, with Ki-repressing
earrings on her ears. Left her with
Saima and the third Class and made himself forget about her existence because
he had honestly thought he would okay.

He
wasn�t.

More
importantly, Presta was not okay.

The
ship stopped, touched down, and he was out of it faster than Vegeta could even
get up from his seat. They found her,
because Vegeta could hear the same panic resounding through him that Goten
could. Found her instantly, and the
sight that awaited him made his blood turn into lava in his veins.

Shut
down his ability to think entirely.

Memphis�apparently�had
survived. Bo, Do and So too. And here his daughter was. Bleeding and crying and THOSE BASTARDS HAD
RAPED HER! HIS DAUGHTER. His eight year old daughter. He dropped to his knees next to her, felt
tears in his eyes for the very first time in his whole life. Looked at her as she sobbed and scrambled
back away from him.

Her
tail was gone. She was cut everywhere,
clawed apart by their hands and bruises and crying.

That
sound broke through the shock. He
turned and looked at Vegeta.

�We�ll
stop it,� Vegeta said. Dead pan. Without emotion. He moved forward, grabbed Goten by the hair and he screamed at
his brother, clawed at the hand in his hair, fought and twisted and wanted to
be let go. Knew they were going back to
the Time Machine, knew they could stop this before it happened, and still hated
that he was being pulled away.

Vegeta
IT�ed them to the cramped inside of the ship, flipped the appropriate switches,
turned the dial back a few hours and in the blink of an eye, they were back in
time. Back just when the panic was
starting, back when he could save his daughter, and he disappeared without even
caring that Vegeta wasn�t with him.

Reappeared
in the middle of a forest. Looked
around and reflexively grabbed at the thing that ran into him. Looked down, saw black spiky hair, saw a
small face turn up to him, BLUE EYES.
And earrings, and it was her. It
was Presta.

Her
gold tail was wrapped around her leg and she was shivering. Everywhere.
Vegeta showed up next to him, and only when he saw the blinding bright
light of his brother did he realize that he had gone into Super Saiyan without
even realizing it. Picked Presta up and
held her, felt her relax against him.
Of course. He was her father and
even if her mind didn�t realize that, her instincts did.

�Where
are they?� he asked.

She
pointed to their left, and he turned, saw the four assholes right there. Memphis with his face still smashed
in�permanantly disfigured that way�and the other three with the most
disbelieving look on their faces.

He
tilted his head to one side. �Couldn�t
rape me so you came after her?� he demanded.

�No�no�no!�
they screamed, �We didn�t! We
wouldn�t!�

But
Vegeta was already standing on the other side of them. pan>pan>He knocked them all out with a singular wave
of ki. But that was not enough. Not nearly.

He
looked at Presta. �What happened to
your mother?� he asked�realized he was speaking in the Saiyan language as an
afterthought.

�Died,�
Pr sai said. She was looking at him
like she was trying to figure out who he was.
Which was natural, because nobody had ever told her that her father was
from an alternate dimension.

�Who�s
supposed to be taking care of you?� he asked.
Reached into his pocket and pulled out the Capsule he had brought. Watched his brother picking the assholes up
one by one and strapping their ugly, unsightly asses to trees.

�Red
and Bardock,� she said, with a flip of long black hair, �But they�re trying to
get the Divisions into order. I sort of
got pissed at them and ran away.�

�Smooth
move,� he said. Tried to set her down,
but that didn�t work. Her arms and legs
just tightened around him, and he sighed.
Shifted her so she was on his back and opened the capsule system. Walked over to the assholes. Tossed two of the syringes to his
brother. �Know what to do with them?�
he asked.

�I
helped you invent it,� Vegeta said.
Darkly. And there was no
mistaking the fact that he wanted to kill them. But death was something entirely too good for these assholes. Death would be too easy. Simple.
That was what he thought all those years ago when he rose out of the
panic, and that was what he felt today knowing that they would have raped and
tortured his daughter. He lifted the
syringe, stabbed the needle into them.

1'> It
was a serum. Taking the idea of
�chemical neutering� to a new and cruel state.
It would make them impotent for the rest of their life, sure. But it also hurt. Made every single disgusting inch of their skin burn and
itch. Would keep doing that until the
day they took their own miserable lives.
And for an extra helping of unusual cruelty, it made their impotent-ness
ache. Everytime they so much as moved,
as the wind blew against their nether regions it would feel like someone was
stabbing straight through them. Remind them
with every single minute of their day the agony of what they would have done.

~~~***

Killing
them would have been less satisfying, Vegeta thought. It would have been easier, but it would have been less
satisfying. The serum would work. There was no antidote. There was no relief. And besides, they were strapped down to the
trees with those nice and painful ki-rings embedded into their skin, there was
a slim chance that they would escape, but hopefully, the four of them would
just ROT. Stay tied to those trees and
fester and rot away. Alive. Feel that they were decomposing.

Such
happy thoughts accompanied him on their trip back to the base camp. And they found Red and Bardock looking
around frantically for their great-granddaughter. (Their youngest son, Tuari clinging to his mother.) When the two of them showed up carrying
Presta, there was a sense of immediate relief, and the look of �oh shit, what
the hell happened.� ">

That
feeling of �Oh shit� was well deserved, because after making sure that nobody
was around to see, Goten laid his grandfather flat out on the ground. Punched him in the head and knocked him back
so hard he actually fell over. Bardock;
he who had never been defeated in his life.

That
single punch, though, burned all the unfulfilled fury out of his brother, he
felt it leave. Instantly. And good-nature prevailed. Simple as that. (Which is one of the reasons he hated Goten sometimes. Because nothing ever bothered him for very
long.)

�You
had better have a good reason for that,� Red growled.spanspan>

�My
fucking daughter was left out in the wilderness by herself, I think that�s a
good enough reason. Considering our
dear friends, the rapists were frolicking after her.�

Ah. And his Grandmother was floored too.yes"> Okaaaay. *looks sheepish* Hope you�re surviving finals.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Dunno
be ashamed, silly. Glad to see your
flight when okay (is assuming flight was okay since you�re leaving a
review.) Yeah! I was hoping I didn�t confuse anyone (well,
anyone that reviewed.) I thought that
if I didn�t offer some sort of introduce to the little brat (the �Memory�
interlude) than the folks that aren�t readiA PrA Prince Among Men� would be
hopelessly confused.

Getarian:

Okay,
a little short term confusion will not lose me any reviews or hits. Got it.
*scribbles away on pad of paper*

�The
crackers are compromisedan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Oh, that was
a bit humorous. Hehehe. I like it though. I always say things of that vein and people look at me like I�m
nuts and say: �Uh�couldn�t you just be normal?� I can�t think of a good example hespanspan style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> So I won�t just make one up. (That would be dishonest.)

Anywho�I
like the twins. Can�t imagine them as
the �responsible� ones, but then again, they were sort of the ones in charge in
�Cross-eyed.� Hn.
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Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy