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Hormone Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10207 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- 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-Hormone Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
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Hormone Therapy

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.

I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.

~~~~~**

It
was after the Great Baka had thrust into him that Vegeta realized the woman was
still sitting at the table. He bared
his teeth, tried to gather the sense to yell at her. Wondered why in tell ell Kakarot was such an exhibitionist. That was until the lips descended on his
neck, and he could honestly care less if the whole world was in the kitchen,
because none of them were as important.

As
it turned out, Vegeta didn�t need the sense to yell at the woman, because
Kakarot swiped out his arm, broke a table leg, grabbed the chair and yanked it
out from under her�all without even pausing in his thrusting�and when she
clattered to the floor, he broke away from Vegeta�s neck long enough to snap:
�Out!� and �Mine� before he was completely absorbed in Vegeta�s neck again.

How
did they end up here again? Oh, right,
he had been gloating all day about that morning�s round of lovely sex. Should have known better than hold that over
the baka�s head for the whole day. Now
he was trapped in those arms again, panting and struggling and sliding
again. Not that this was such a bad
thing, but a little variety might be nice.

He
came for his mate, growled out Kakarot�s name, bruised the baka�s shoulders,
and found that when it was done, he was still sitting in the baka�s lap,
staring at him. Wondering how they had
gotten here. Insanity, surely, because
there was no way he would have done this unless he was crazy. Yet, as he looked at those eyes, watched the
baka lick his lips and run his own hands through his hair. Watched that black hair spike and flop and
return to its natural state, as he watched all this, he knew that it was
something deeper happening. Something
that mating didn�t account for. Because
people that hated each other could mate.

He
thought of his sons. The twins. Of how strong they had been. How much they looked like the two of
them. A perfect mix. The older one, Vegeta, just like him. A smirk, of course he was. He was the eldest, named for his planet, his
position as Prince. Arrogance came with
that. The younger one, smarter,
slightly quicker. Like Kakarot. But they were identical in every other way. Same power level, same face, same hair, same
annoying smirk and that laugh.
Troublemakers. Saiyans. Perfect.
His children were perfect. In a
way that they never could have been if he hadn�t been mated to this big
oaf. And he felt gratitude. More than that. Maybe something like love.
He didn�t know because Saiyans didn�t waste time writing poetry and
sending flowers.

Kakarot
probably did. He probably loved
Vegeta. Because he was raised on
Earth. But he also was a Saiyan and he
understood that love had very little to do with this mating. Vegeta was his. Nobody else�s, ever.
Vegeta was completely his property and while the Prince didn�t like to
think of himself as something that could be owned, it probably wasn�t such a
bad thing. He would never be lonely
again. So he rested his head on that
shoulder, sighed, let himself be held.

~~~**

Bulma
recovered from the shock of seeing Goku ripping off Vegeta�s clothes�Kami, what
a perfect body�just in time for Goku to shimmy out of his own, and she thought
she�d die right there. But by the time
she started breathing after that, the chair was pulled out from under her, and
she was instructed to leave. Sure, she
thought vindicitively, screw on my kitchen floor and kick me out. But she left anyway. Let them do what they would. Didn�t want to end up like Chichi, bruised
and angry. For that matter, she
wondered if the horny ones ever thought about Chichi, or Gohan. Not that Chichi spent a great deal of time
worrying over her absent husband. She
just called to tell Bulma that Goku should not come home, because he was no
longer welcome.

Gohan
never showed up here. He lived with his
mother when he wasn�t training. There
were things more important than parents to a little Saiyan, apparently. Well, more than apparently, considering
Vegeta�s sons were time-hopping imps.
Erasing their own existence. How
stupid would you have to be?

When
she stepped outside, Krillin was still hanging around, his fingers in his ears,
and his eyes squeezed shut. He looked
rather ridiculous. She cleared her
throat, ignored the symphony of noises coming from her kitchen, and yelled at
him: �What did you come here for anyway?�

Krillin
came down to where he could hear her, and shrugged. �I just wondered what Goku was doing. We never even see each other anymore. Not since he and Veg}wq�
Started whatever they�re doing.
Gohan misses him, so I told him that I would come talk to him.�

The
sounds ended. �Wait a few minutes, they
should be out here soon.� Then she sat
on the bench and looked up at the darkening sky. The Saiyans should probably move out. She wasn�t going to be able to concentrate with them constantly
going at it. And she certainly would
never find herself a permanent man if she had two Saiyan twins constantly
making trouble in her house. She
huffed, debated how she was going to tell them, and bit her lip. If they left, she�d go back to being alone,
and she wasn�t sure she really wanted that.

~~~**

Goku
yawned, stretched out on the bed, and the curled up. Listened to Vegeta grumbling something�which he always did�and
then waited until he felt his mate lie down.
Sleeping was nice after such a well-rounded day. Sex.
Food. Fighting. Sex.
There was that annoying part of the day where Krillin was trying to make
him feel bad, and the sad part where he realized he was neglecting his
son. Then food again, and now sleeping. With the sleek warmth of his mate next to
him. Little ki signals inside of
him�the twins�and he thought he was a very lucky man indeed.

If
only life would stay that way forever.
But he knew that it wouldn�t.
Because something had changed.
Nothing drastic. Just someg
ig
inside of his mind, in that part he usually associated solely with Saiyan
instincts, and he knew that tomorrow when he woke up the lust thing wouldn�t be
as pressing. He felt himself
accommodating for the oncoming pregnancy, probably much faster than
Vegeta. He felt the associations in his
mind shifting. Yes, Vegeta smelled nice
still, but it wasn�t a �come fuck me now� smell it was a �I�m bearing your
child� smell. Different. Not nearly as intoxicating, but still nice
to wake up to he was sure.

As
he fell asleep, he wondered if maybe he shouldn�t try to find some other place
for them to live. Now that rational
thought was being restored, he realized that he was abusing Bulma�s good will,
and probably should ask her to help him find a house or something. Somewhere far away from the cities, because
he had an inkling that the grown-up versions of his children were downright
mellow compared to what they would be as children. Yes, he thought as he yawned again, snuggled against Vegeta, tomorrow
he would ask Bulma about finding a new house.

~~***

�Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
GOKU!� Bulma screamed at him. Which
defeated the whole purpose of him using instant transmission to appear in her
lab in the first place. He was trying
to be quiet so he didn�t wake up Vegeta�who for whatever reason in the world,
was napping. And her scream was enough
to wake up anyone within a five-block radius.

�Sorry,
Bulma,� he said. Then he stood there
for a moment, watched her finish writing a note. �I was thinking that maybe �Geta and I should get our own place.�

�Yeah,�
she sighed out, sadly, �I was thinking you were going to need your own house
too. Something that those twins of
yours can�t destroy.� Then she pulled a
piece of paper off a precariously perched stack and showed it to him. �So I was thinking it would be something
like this.� She proceeded to point out
the rather modest little house. Three
bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms, a living room, a training room�similar to
the gravity room, but not as high-tech.

�Yeah,�
he said, �That would work. But I don�t
think I could ever make enough money to pay you for that, Bulma!�

And
then she smacked him on the back of the head, which was really more than a pat
to him. �You saved the world and my
life how many times you big goof?� Then
she sat back down and gave him a glare.
�I don�t want to hear anything about money.�

Well,
wasn�t that completely opposite of Chichi?
All she seemed to talk about was money this and money that, and he
should have a job to get more money and money would be helpful around this
house unlike somebody. Although she
never said it, Goku had the sneaking suspicion that she was talking about him. Wouldn�t surprise him for ten seconds to
find out that she thought he was worthless.
But Vegeta didn�t, and Bulma obviously didn�t.

�Thanks
Bulma!� he said. Gave her of of those
patented Son grins, and felt one hundred percent better about everything in his
whole life. Because he was going to
have a real family. A Saiyan
family. With a mate and children and he
was going to take care of them, because they wouldn�t care about money or jobs
or not making messes in the house or anything.
They could camp out all the time, train all the time and be perfectly
happy for ever and ever.

~~~~~~~~~**

What
a dreamer. Sheesh. *This chapter is a transition chapter. Thus the shortness. *

Gk: Are you saying I should be more like Vegeta.

Vegeta: Are you saying I�m an asshole?

Gk: Huh? I didn�t say
anything about assholes.

Vegeta: So you do think I�m an asshole.

Gk: WHAT?

Getarian:

Wow. That was
a mighty long review. But I liked it;
so feel free not to whittle any away.
Hn. I was going to have Vegeta
come up with his ingeniously evil idea earlier, but the time didn�t seem right. I was all whimpery while I was writing the last chapter because I was
like: but Goku should be strutting around waaaaa, but then I figured I should
give Vegeta a little break and let him strut.

Oh, and I never made it to the bebe saga. I watch DBZ on tv, and they often skip
episodes just to annoy me.

Jaygoose:

Honestly, I never decided who Bulma went and
found. But it was probably Yamcha. Weren�t they together for a while on the
show? Oh and if I went and bought the
tapes (which I want to do once my job starts actually PAYING me something) then
I�d by the GT ones too. Just because a
collection isn�t a collection until you�ve got the whole thing.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Ya know, I read one where Vegeta got wimpy, but that
was because he�d been pregnant before and Freiza had made the kid
miscarry. But that one had an evil
Kakarot in it too. Hm.

I spent most of my time learning how to make people
laugh; so I developed a pretty broad sense of humor. However, normally my writing is pretty dark and angst.
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