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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
- 11
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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.

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

Gina
was not in their room. For that
matter�nothing was in their room. Well,
not nothing, but nothing of hers or his.
So he went to the room next door that had (until today apparently) been
Bardock�s room. She was standing at the
window, humming and rocking Masuyo as she watched the events of the
outside. He walked up behind her,
wrapped his arms around her and looked over her shoulder. Presta and Bardock were talking.

�She�s
cute,� Gina said, �Why is her tail golden?�

�She
was born a Super Saiyan.� He kissed her
neck, breathed in the scent of her.
Found that he wasn�t even disappointed that she smelled motherly rather
than matey. Thought it was a nice smell
even if he wasn�t going to get sex anytime soon. (There were few occasions were he was willing to be abstinent;
having seen the hell of that other world again, having felt the fury of his
brother� After all that, he was willing
to wait. Willing to just enjoy this
time here and now and remember all the great simple joys in being mated, to having
nothing else to distract him but her and his child.

�So,
meet any nice boys while you were away?� she asked.

�No.�

This
apparently shocked the hell out of her.
She turned around and looked at him.
�No?� He watched his parents
disappear and was so intensely glad that Goten had made that noise-dampener for
their room.

�No. I told you we were only going to be gone
long enough to fix what was wrong. I
wouldn�t have done anything anyway.�
Meant this. Really meant
it.

�What
was wrong?� she asked. Offered him his
son, and he held him, watched him sleep�tried to imagine the horror his brother
had seen when he looked at his daughter, tried to imagine if he would have been
able to leave the monsters that did that to a child in one piece if he was
Goten. Could not imagine leaving them
with their ability to breath or think or feel.
He would have torn them to little bitty-bits if he had found his child
in that situation.

�Well,�
he sighed�he had already told Trunks, and Gina was his mate, so he could
trust her not to say anything. �Presta,
Goten�s daughter, was raped.� Saw her
face go sheet white, and he said quickly: �Not anymore. I mean, we went back far enough in time to
stop it from happening. But that�s what
was happening. That�s why he panicked
the way he did. Because her mother is
dead and he is her father, and if a child panics that way, the parent bond is
generally activated and all that.�

�But�is
your Mom and Dad�s? I mean, didn�t
Goten just have a full out panic attack?�

�No. I don�t think they�ll ever have that
connection to him. Because he�s always
been bonded like that to me. And me to
him.�

�Oh.� She turned to look out the window again.
Smiled at Bardock and Presta as they chucked the rocks at the Capsule building
and stained it bright colors. �So she�s
okay now.�

�Yeah. We had to spend a while teaching her to
speak our language, but she�s fine.�

�What
about Trunks?�

�Goten
will take care of him.�

~~~***

Okay. He screwed up. He was willing to admit that.
He was a bad mate for not mentioning it earlier. So he let Trunks get this fighting thing out
of his system. Dodged the punches and
let them land and fought back for a solid ten minutes and then he was tired of
it. So he grabbed Trunks and knocked
him to the ground, pinned him down and looked at him�found that when Trunks was
flat on his back he was generally more rational�and waited for words to be
spoken.

�What
else haven�t you told me?�

�Nothing.�

�Right. Like Presta was something you could just forget
to mention when you mated me to you and had me drink that hormone therapy.�

�Actually,
I did forget about her,� Goten said�he felt bad about that too��Or I definitely
would have told you. How long did I
know you before I told you I was from an alternate world and my mother was a
man? Huh? Or that I had been time hopping for years and looking for a way
to get home. Or that I wanted you? How long did we know each other exactly?�

This
shut him up. Because, really, there was
not much of anything that Goten had not told Trunks. (Excepting embarrassing admissions about his sex life that he
wasn�t so sure he was going to freely share.)
His mate sneered at him.
�Alright, fine. So you�re
right. But how the hell could you
forget about your own child?�

�Because
she wasn�t mine. I gave her to
Saima�that was her mother�and I decided I wasn�t going to remember a child that
I couldn�t have.�

�Is
that why you wanted more?�

He
sighed. Dropped his head down so it was
pressed to Trunks� chest. Wanted to
bang his head into the ground and find some brilliant way to get around this
hurdle. And then decided that there was
no quick and easy way. Emotions were
messy that way. �No. I wanted more,� he said this, pulling back
and looked at Trunks, �Because I wanted to have children with you. I wanted to see what we could make. The two of us.�

�I
hate you,� Trunks said. Didn�t mean it
at all. Jerked his hand away from
Goten�s grasp and dragged his head down to kiss him. Opened Goten�s mouth with his own and sucked on his mouth. Managed to free his legs too and opened them
around him. �I really, really hate
you,� he repeated, licked his lips and shook his head. �You�re a lucky son of a bitch.�

�Why? Because I�ve got you for a mate?�

�What
else have you ever been lucky with before?�

He
grinned. Made short work of the clothes
between him and his mate. Found that
Trunks was willing to assist him in this process�and just for a moment had to
wonder if this whole �get pregnant� thing affected his mate as much as it
affected him. If the smell was just as
enticing and the need was just as intense.
Figured that he probably should have asked Red that�because he figured
it would be a cold day in hell before his mother would admit he was a sex-fiend
like Dad. OR, he could just ask Trunks.

�Bulma
said there isn�t a medical reason why I�m not conceiving,� Trunks told
him.

He
kissed him. Remembered back when he had
first met Saima (that was four years ago in the life of the space-ship and he
had been a rather cocky little Saiyan then) and he had figured out a way to
pretty much guarantee conception. Ran
his hands all over his mate�s smooth skin.
Massaged all his muscles until he was pliant and whimpering. Kissed him and lifted his hips up, slid into
him and kept his had�the one that wasn�t holding the hips up�moving over the
skin. Rocked against him (hated slow
sex, but for the sake of a child, he was willing to do something out of the
ordinary) and kept kissing.

It
was disgustingly comfortable and soothing and there was no sense of urgency in
it at all. Only the gentle
acknowledgement that their bodies fit together seamlessly. He sucked in a breath when he felt Trunks�
fingers digging into his skin, felt that weird sense of power, felt his hair
stand straight up and the world went yellow and he grit his teeth against that
insanity.

�Oh��
Trunks breathed, �Did you feel that?�

Smiled. Kissed him again, and let the strangeness of
the smoothness overtake him as he released into his mate. Wondered just what the hell he was going to
do with a brood of daughters. (Probably
spend a great deal of time keeping them locked up in a basement where they
could not even think of boys much less date them.)

~~~***

Vegeta
sat up, looked somewhere toward the west, towards where (until this point)
there had been a great deal of fighting.
Then there was nothing, and now, as he felt the ki rise, there was a
strange explosion. Strange because he
felt it only because it was his son that had done it. Because there was no outward ki signature. Turned and looked at Kakarot. Thought back to the night that he had
FINALLY conceived the twins, and marked that as the first time his mate had
snuck up on him unawares. Thought of
how he had stayed a Super Saiyan the whole damn night without even realizing
it.

Of
course, that mate he was thinking about perked his head up�he had been glowing
the post-coital bliss�and then (as this had totally slipped his mind and was
suddenly infinitely important again) asked: �Hey, �Geta, what were Goten and
Presta joking about?�

Vegeta
was forced to admit that his son and Granddaughter now spoke more proficiently
than he could in their native language.
But he could still understand it well enough to understand what they had
been giggling about. �Apparently you
are a different sort of person entirely in the other world.� There was a smirk there, because there had
been some very crude jokes about �Kaki� who was Kakarot (as he would have been
if he had never left the Saiyan culture, apparently.)

�Well,
why didn�t they make jokes about you?�
His mate was pouting. That never
failed to make him grin. Kakarot, one
of the very strongest Saiyan in history, the strongest (known) fighter in the
universe and he was pouting.

�Because
in her world, I am the King.�

And
this made the pout turn back into a lecherous grin. �Mmmmm. King.�

�NO,�
he said, got out of bed before the hands could close around his waist again,
and stepped back, (as if this was going to stop the oaf.) (In fact, retrospectively speaking, Vegeta
figured that every time he attempted to say no to Kakarot it just ended up with
him getting the idiot that much more intent on having sex.)

Instead
of getting up the old fashion way and crossing the whole FOUR FOOT, the idiot
IT�ed right next to him, wrapped his arms around him and smiled like the
lecherous demon he was. �But,
Veeegeeetaaaa,� he whined.

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

Gk: Ah. Things are as they should be.

Vegeta: You
are so not getting any.

Lil�Geta:
HELLO! REMEMBER THE DRAGON BALLS

Goten: I
thought you were �willing to wait�

Lil�Geta:
That was five minutes ago.

Goten: Damn,
you are so romantic.

Presta: *to
lil�Bardock * is this all they talk about?

Bardock:
*finger in ears; looks confused *
I CAN�T HEAR YOU!

Presta: I guess so.

Jaygoose:

I
will admit that I wouldn�t have really been that upset at all. I would have been like �oh, another kid� and
I would have smacked him for not telling me about this kid before she showed
up. But mostly I wouldn�t have been
that bothered.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I
had a dog named Patriot and we called her Patti. (Not that you care but that just reminded me�)

Right,
as if my horny saiyans could stay annoyed with one another for very long at
all. I don�t think there�s a large
enough measurement for the amount of times that Vegeta has told Goku to go
screw himself. (You know, one day Goku�s
going to figure out how to do this and poor Vegeta will have to regret his
words.)

Aw,
of course I�m getting enough sleep.
Thankies for the concern.

Getarian:

*sobs
broken heartedly as she reluctantly admits that: * I screwed up! I put Goku
in there without meaning to. Goten should
have said �Dad�s mom� but I messed it up and put GOKU there! *continues to sob * I�m so sorry!

*composure
is instantly regained. * Anywho, I�m
glad you�re kind of liking Presta.

I
don�t think anyone is surprised that Lil�Geta has a grudging respect for
Trunks. I wasn�t shocked, anyway,
because he has always acted that way about him. Like he disagrees with Trunks on principal.

You
know *realizes she jumped over most of Getarian�s review * A lot of people have said that about my
writing. You know �how can you do that
so quickly� and I honestly don�t know.
I just don�t. Because I�ll sit
down and think of one thing, like a sentence or a scene and then I�ll write a
whole chapter or a whole story out of that one line. Like with More of Us the line was �The Smile was out of place� or
whatever that first like was. With Even
More of Us it was �Leave my fucking children alone!� or whatever he said (can�t
remember now.) With Hormone Therapy it
was the scene were Vegeta �sees� that he�s part girl now. Uh� (Figures that�s enough examples; because
she could go into individual chapter inspirations.) Anyway. That�s what I
do. Envision one thing and write all
this stuff about how to get to it or just that scene. *shrugs *

Now
that I�ve babbled about myself for a while:

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Sequel to Mental Therapy