Mental Therapy | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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First: A) As this is a sequel it is entirely
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.
Second: I don’t
own DBZ. I own Vegeta’s uterus, his twin sons: Lil’Geta &
Goten.
Third:
Smut. Humor. Slash. Crude language.
~~~~~~~~~~~***
“How
do you know that nobody is going to catch us?” Gina asked. This was the very first time she had seen
where her boyfriend lived. (Well, he
was much more than her boyfriend, considering she was eternally bound to
him.) He held her hand and showed her
around the yard, pointed out all the pits where he and his brother had tossed
each other through the ground. “I thought
all of you had super-sensitive noses and hearing and stuff.”
Vegeta
snorted. “We do. But Goten is that way” he pointed to his
left, “Looking for something that he refuses to tell me about, and Mom and Dad
are that” pointed to his right, “Either fighting or fucking.” He stopped, pointed at a short fence that
boxed in a whole hoard of yipping little lab puppies.
“Oh! They’re so cute.” She dropped down to her knees and picked up one of the little
ones (there were like twenty of them.) It licked her nose and yipped, wagged
its tail happily and all of the puppies siblings were whimpering.
Vegeta
picked up a couple of them (with a much put-upon sigh) and petted them to keep
the whimpering down to a minimum. “Its
Goten’s fault. Now we have to keep the
whole house clean for six months.”
“Poor
baby.” She said. (Didn’t really
care.) Picked up another puppy and
rubbed its little back. “Cleaning the
whole big bad house.”
“Whatever.” He exchanged the puppies in his hands for
another set. “You don’t live with the
deranged ones that I do.”
Once
the last of them had been petted she stood up and looked at him. Gave him a measuring glare and then shook
her head. “I thought that you and Goten
were born at four months.”
He
looked confused as to how this had become a part of the conversation. Which was normal because she often just
brought up things out of the blue. “We
were.”
“Well,”
she pointed at the puppies, “They have got to be at least two months old. And that means that your mother has been
pregnant for four months now, at least.
Why don’t you have a squalling baby brother?”
A
snort. “I do have a squalling baby
brother. His name is Goten.”
“Very
funny. Now answer the question.” She put her hands on her hips, tried to look
intimidating, but trying to intimidate Vegeta was like trying to make a
stonewall giggle. Not going to happen
anytime soon. He just picked her up,
slung her over his shoulder and said:
“I
do not know the answer to that question.”
Carried her away from the puppies, and she sighed. “For that matter, Mom isn’t even really
showing that much.”
“Well,
does Goten have any theories?”
Obstinate
Saiyan bastards. She wiggled around
until she was sitting up straight in his arms and looked at him. “I will not have sex with you again until
you can tell me why your mother is not giving birth.” And she was dropped dow the the ground and he was giving her that
‘NOT FAIR’ look that he always did when she took away his nookie. Serves him right. He had a brother he could be an obstinate asshole toward. She was his mate.
“Hey,”
he said as she turned her back and walked away, “What if he doesn’t know?”
“Then
I guess you’ll have to find a way to make him figure it out.” Took great amusement in the fact that he was
whimpering like a puppy. He was
stronger, but she was the one that held the real power here.
~~~***
It struck him as odd in a
way that was completely dimmed do to the fact that his mate was pushing him up
against a mountain and devouring his mouth.
Felt Kakarot’s large hands sliding against his hips, thumbs rubbing back
and forth over the little tiny rounding waist.
Because when he was four months pregnant with the twins he was as big as
a barrel and birthing the annoying ones.
Of course, it was
hard to hang onto that thought as he was divested of pants. Growled as he untied the idiot’s pants, and
reached inside of them to free the erection his mate had been grinding into him
since the sparrhad had changed over to this.
Felt the tongue licking his teeth and the pleased little murmur. Wondered how it was that the two of them
didn’t pass out from oxygen deprivation.
Hands opened his thighs, a
thumb pressed into him, and he jerked his head back, knocked his skull into the
stone and as he saw stars from that movement of brilliance, he heard his mate
chuckle and felt him push into him.
Blinked his eyes until he could see Kakarot grinning at him, sucking on
his thumb.
Would have threatened
Kakarot with something, but that thought was stolen away when he felt the
movement in him. Felt his skin get all
hot with a flush, watched his mate drop his head down to his neck—wondered how
the hell those marks ever healed if they just kept getting remade. But teeth didn’t break the skin. Kakarot licked him, sucked on the mark,
dropped both his hands back down to Vegeta’s ass, held him where he wanted him
as he pushed into him.
And he panted. Slid his erection against the slick stomach
pressed to him. Wanted them to be
moving faster, wanted to be moving harder, wanted to feel all of his mate’s
power. Whimpered and moaned and let his
power level rise. That, instinctively,
triggered Kakarot’s own power, and he got harder, moved faster, and Vegeta
grinned.
Felt the skin on his back
get torn from the little sharp edges of the stone behind him, dragged his
fingernails down Kakarot’s back to share that little annoyance. Fingers wove in his hair on the back of his
head, and he let his head fall back, felt the hand in his hair hit the stone
and thought dizzily that he was pleased it wasn’t his skull hitting that rock
this time.
“Mine,” he heard, like
brain-washing. Because he was
Kakarot’s. Had been since the very
first time. Would be until the end of
time.
“Kakarot,” was what he said
in return. Felt the excited shudder
pass all through the body before him, tightened himself as his mate pushed in a
last time, kissed him. Held onto him as
his vision went white and spotty and he made a senseless sound that rose to the
sky and informed everyone that his mate was pet.
~~~~***
Well
the past two and a half months had been all shades of absolutely fun. He had to come up with a machine that would
feed twenty yippy pleady, annoying little puppies. Because their mother, Fluffers just did not have the milk to
nurse them and he was not about to sit there and hand feed twenty puppies every
two hours for the rest of his life.mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Goten:
Ooooooo! Trunks is going to show
up?!
Lil’Geta:
Oh. God.
Trunks: And
both of you will have to tell your parents that you’re mated.
Goten: They
already know about you. ‘Geta has to
fess up about his romantic attachment.
Lil’Geta:
Why do you say that like I’m going to get in trouble?
Goten:
Because you’re mated to a girl and girls can get pregnant.
Jaygoose:
The
twins strike me as those sort of folk that are good to have as friends and
terrifying to have as enemies.
Mechanical Butterfly:
There
are people that don’t like yaoi?
WHERE?! *looks around quickly. *
Yes,
poor Bulma. She doesn’t really have a
choice when it comes to Goten working for her.
He would work there whether she told him to or not. And bad thirty-two year old pervert snooping
around Goten’s stuff. He deserved
it! *nods. *
Getarian:
I
would definitely watch DBZHT! I would
love to see the twins and their parents.
Nobody would even have to invade earth.
Because the twins provide all the plot twists needed.
Glad
you liked the chapter, and sorry foe noe not so-great responses to the
reviews. I’m trying to type this up on
two hours of sleep. *insane * because I didn’t get to sleep in the past
thirty-six hours. GAH! I still have to go write ‘The Meaning of
Pride’ chapter. *goodness. *
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