Family Therapy | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3495 -:- 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. |
Which
was the sequel to Mental Therapy, Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
DISCLAIMERS and CAUTIONS:<
<
A.
No. *sighs heavily * I still don’t own DBZ, DBGT or DB. I tried to buy it out, and wouldn’t you know
it, fifty cents and a piece of bubblegum wasn’t enough. *sigh *
Luckily I own the entire Hormone Therapy world wherein Vegeta has a
uterus, so does Trunks. There is a set
of Twins, Gina and a slew of little annoying children.
B.
I no longer feel that you MUST read Cross-eyed because it’s gotten a
1000 hits. BUT, if you want EVERYTHING
to make COMPLETE sense than you should read Hormone Therapy, Mental Therapy,
Cross-eyed and A Prince Among Men. (My
universe has gotten huge, hasn’t it?)
C.
Okay, just about seven years and seven months (enough time for Vegeta
to be fertile again) have passed. So
there will be ‘lust-crazed’ sex with the purpose of getting people
pregnant. (Those people, mind you, are
mostly male.) So there is SLASH
(homosexuality) and there is *gasp and shudder * straight sex. SAIYANS. (I consider this a warning.) Humor.
Goten. (he’s a warning all his
own.)
D.
And this is AU. And it’s all
a hum humor (and the endless lemons.
Goal for this story: get a lemon in every chapter like Hormone
Therapy.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
They
left. And Trunks looked at his watch,
then turned, looked around, up in the air and around them and waited for the
catastrophic appearance of Cell. Oh,
yeah, he remembered Cell. He’d been
there. Hell, he’d been killed by Cell
once. He thought he had anyway. That seemed like a dream of a dream in a
distant world that no longer existed.
But sometime, somewhere, he had watched the Cell games. Watched Goku fight him and just walk away
with a grin and shove his son up to kill the…thing. Android, whatever it was.
“Oh
fuck me,” Vegeta murmured.
“He’s not any bigger than he was last time we fought him.”
Cell—yes,
it was Cell, and Trunks was pretty sure that Vegeta was right this time. He did look just a tad bigger than the last
time they’d seen him—looked at the twins and had the most interestingly
perplexed look on his face. Didn’t move
to attack them, but stood there, watching them as if he was trying to place
their faces and they had apparently not left a dent in his memory.
Goten
rolled his eyes, upped his power to Super Saiyan and his brother followed suit,
so they glowed for a moment and then settled into that power with their blond
hair and blue eyes, and this made Cell nod his head in recognition.
“I remember
now,” he said—Trunks forgot about that accent—“You almost defeated me
once.” It seemed mildly less than
impressed. “That was a good fight.”
“Hey,”
Vegeta said, “We did defeat you!”
“Uh,”
Goten said, “Sort of we did. We didn’t
destroy his nucleus.”
“What?”
Vegeta demanded, turned away from the enemy that stood there with a little
smirk on his face and the slight twitch of annoyance—hell, he had wings! Trunks had forgotten all sorts of things
about this guy.yes"> The smell might make the boys crazy for the girls, but it wasn’t
like she didn’t feel it to, feel the strange hollowness and the need to attract
the boys, mate with them, give him a kid—well, no. She didn’t have that urge so much. She just wanted the sex.
No meaningful attachments and she tried to muster guilt over this, found
it wouldn’t come and waited for Gohan to tell her they couldn’t do it.
“Okay,”
was what he said, moved his hand from behind her back. Leaned on one elbow to hold himself just
slightly over her body and used the other to press against her waist, up her
bare midriff to her ribs and stopped there, his skin hot against hers as he
looked at her. Started to think. She could tell he was thinking and that never
ended well. So she whimpered, rolled up
against him and felt the hardness that pushed against her. “She told me to get out,” he said, looked
very serious, “Videl. When I told her
the kids were training. She told me
that she didn’t want me around anymore.”
Okay. Not exactly the seduction she had
expected. She just gave him a dark
look, moved her hand down his chest to his pants and pushed inside. Curled her hands around him and when she was
absolutely certain she had his undivided attention, said: “Fuck the bitch. She’s not here now.” Used the hand not in his pants to wrap
around his head and yanked him down, opened her mouth and his and knocked their
teeth together, felt the hand on her ribs inch higher, brush against the
underside of her breasts and then, with a stroke to his erection, felt the palm
move up, pressed down against her. And
she moaned into his mouth, rolled her hips again. Felt the hollowness throb needily and used both her hands to
shove his pants out of the way, pulled away from his mouth and looked
down. Grinned when he followed her line
of sight and they both spent a moment to look at his erection before she shoved
her pants down (ah the joy of not having buttons and zippers) over her hips, he
assisted, but had to move his hand away from her chest. After much to do, she was free of the pants
and he covered her mouth again, pressed his tongue to hers and covered her
breast again as he ground down against her and the hollowness got painfully
needy.
She
whimpered, felt the wetness of her body in response to his heat and hardness,
and lifted herself up for him to take.
He slid against her and with her help, into her. The first person ever, mind you, and she
ripped her mouth away from him, dug her fingernails down into his skin and felt
blood well up.
His
eyes got huge as he stared at her and she stared back and for that moment there
was nothing but the breathlessness. He
lifted her shirt up, bunched it up under her arms and dropped his head down to
nuzzled her with his mouth. She watched
him, blinked weird tears out of her eyes as she moved her hips slowly,
experimentally. Wondered at how bizarre
this really was, and he moved in response to her. Thrust into her and that made what had once been hollow
(definitely not anymore) quiver and the unfamiliar feelings in the pit of her
stomach made her cry out in shock and surprise and suddenly every dirty little
thing her father had ever said made perfect sense to her.
Gohan
closed his mouth around her nipple and sucked on her, moved deeper inside of
her with the acknowledgement that this was the first time for her and there was
gentleness there, but of course, it could have something to do with the Videl
bitch that he had been married to.
Humans slo slow creatures. She
moved against him with more purpose, harder than he moved and quicker. Until he caught on, switched from one breast
to the other and moved to give her what she wanted.
~~~***
Vegeta
panted, put his hands on his knees to hold himself up and looked at Goten who
was doing much the same. Then looked at
Cell who was just giving them that arrogant look as if to say ‘Whup my
ass? I don’t think so.’ He struggled to breath and glared at
Goten. “Anything else you’d like to say
to him before we lose?”
Goten
thought for a moment. “Well…”
“You
should take a senzu bean,” Cell said, “I can feel your power decreasing and I
don’t want you to die too quickly.”
Vegeta
glared at him, felt the strange growl like thing rising from him, and as if
triggered by that, his power level grew, so did Goten’s and he heard his
brother’s sigh. Didn’t give a damn. That fucking thing before them thought he
was going to kill them and that was not going to happen. Not to mention e tim time it said
Kamehameha, Vegeta wanted to bury his foot in the things skull and remind him
just who that Kamehameha thing belonged to.
His father and his brother and nobody else had even so much as tried to
use it after the twins were old enough to fight.
Time
to stop playing, he thought, stood up straight and glared right back at Cell as
his hair grew out and the power level stopped right there on the border of
four. So much power in his body that he
could feel all of Goten too, felt his mind and his body and their thoughts w
the
the same thoughts. “Perhaps,” they
said, “It’s time for you to take your own advice.”
But
then Trunks said: “Twenty minutes.”
A
smile that echoed on his brother’s face.
“Sorry. No time for that. Time to die…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Yeah! I mean…yay?
No I mean it YAY!!! I love when
the Twins kick ass! Kick ass! Lets go!
Goku: I’m going to
my lawyer.
Vegeta:yes"> I’m fine. Hope I didn’t
screw up Cell though. Even if the Twins
are going to win, I didn’t want to them to win too easily.
Macha:
I
never did respond to the whole ‘i’m allergic to quons’ons’ thing. Well *pulls out a tissue * I have an allergy
*sneeze * to questions *sneeze * because *more sneezing * I hate to not answer
them. *sneeze * and answering them
*sneeze twice * sometimes give away the plot.
;)
Lol. Yeah, but what happens if folks don’t read
Saiyan enlightenment? All those poor
people are without a lemon yesterday!
*takes a stand * Okay, I’m not that
worried about. But still, I
promised. And I knew it would be
difficult to get people all hot and bothered in the middle of these fights.
Lenora:
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I didn’t know! *sobs * I wouldn’t have
just left it like that if I had known!
*sobs * And riiiiight, you’re
playing cards with Goten and Trunks…
Riiiiiiight.
Mechanical Butterfly:
I
like the Monkey ass one. ;) Es my favorite.
Yeah,
everyone wanted to know how Goku got out.
Sheesh, like Goten really built something that would keep his whole
family locked up together with no hope of escaping. *rolls eyes * I knew that
he gave them a way to get out. *ignores
people pointing out she’s the author *
Heh? Hehe? *sweat drops * I’ll shut up now.
You
know, I never considered that before.
Goku is used to being the one to keep folks safe. I don’t think you have to encourage the
Saiyan kids to cuss, I think it comes naturally to them.
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo