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Chapter 12

Gohan had never been put on the floor by his brother before but now that he was lying with just one blanket and no pillow on the hard, cold floor of his little brother’s room he was starting to understand that maybe the worst thing anyone person could do in this universe was piss off twins. Vegeta (his brother) was livid. He had bitched at Presta for three hours in saiyan so quickly that Gohan couldn’t even begin to comprehend it, so he didn’t try, lay down next to his new mate instead.

Caradoc was hot everywhere, but he slept as far away from Gohan as the blanket would allow. It was great to have a mate that was willing to kill people but unwilling to lay close enough to keep the two of them from staying warm the whole night. They were lying on the floor on the far side of Vegeta’s bed, away from the door and out of sight of anyone that might try to sneak in while his little brother glowered out the window and spat mean things every so often.

Presta was sleeping on the bed. Well, not sleeping, but she was lying on the bed, and Vegeta said that she was safe there as long as she put back on the damn ring that kept her hair from behind blond. Presta had originally objected and after a few curses, some threats to her ability to keep breathing and a near-fist fight, Presta was wearing the damn ring and laying on the bed. Which was a great disguise because anyone that came in would just assume she was there because Vegeta was using her as sex-slave or something. (Gross thought but great disguise.)

Caradoc wasn’t facing him. He wasn’t sleeping either, and Gohan was trying to figure out if is wos worth it to try and scoot closer. He didn’t like to sleep alone, and liked sleeping alone on the floor without a pillow even less. Decided he would just leave it and wait. Eventually Caradoc would come back over to him, right?

“I’m going to find Goten,” Vegeta said, “If you fuck, keep it quiet.” He shoved the dresser (which weighed more than a hippo) up against the door and disappeared.

“Asshole,” Presta said, rolled over on the bed so she was hanging off and looked down at them. “So?” Like it was a question or something. A question that transferred to Caradoc, who turned over onto his back and looked at Gohan with the same expectant “so?” that Presta had.

“Guys,” he said, in that whiny pleading voice that reminded him of his mother, “It’s probably not a good idea…I mean…we just got sent away because someone got murdered and Vegeta’s in a bad mood and…” But the other two didn’t seem to be listening to what he said.

Presta crawled out of bed, shucked the shorts that Vegeta had given her to wear under the long plain shirt-thing, and Caradoc (who was clad only in shorts) sat up and grabbed her by the hair, right there in front of him, and covered her mouth with his. She clawe HIS HIS mate’s skin and left MARKS, as she straddled Caradoc’s hips and opened up her mouth to let him suck on her.

Bitch.

“Stop whining,” Caradoc whispered between kisses. Then he rolled Presta under him and she whimpered something breathlessly into him but Gohan couldn’t quite hear it because that BITCH WAS FUCKING HIS MATE IN FRONT OF HIM.

~~~***

Kakarot felt weird. That was pretty much the only way to describe it. Vegeta kissed him and he felt light and heavy and open and empty and just…weird. Vegeta pressed him down against the pillows, ran his hands over his skin until he was so relaxed he felt like putty and his mind was numb because he didn’t understand anything anymore.

Felt the hands on the insides of his thighs, thumbs running up the muscles, all the strength and power of his mate until he was shivering from it. Then a kiss again, deeper, his mate’s tongue, and his legs opened wider of their own accord, hips tipped up, felt Vegeta’s erection against him, felt his own strange wetness. Felt eager which was the weirdest thing of all because he couldn’t remember ever feeling eager for this before. He wanted it now and his lungs were barely passing air as Vegeta teased him.

A whimper from him was what it took, and Vegeta was in hslidsliding deep on that weird wetness, but not filling him up. feltfelt a hollowness in him that was growing deeper and heavier and harder to handle as he felt like tears were going to come to his eyes any second now. His hands slid down Vegeta’s back to his hips, pressed him in deep and hard and them whined. Whined as he was thrust into, whined as he jerked back against the thrusts and wanted more.

They panted together, like kissing, skin sliding, the goal something they didn’t quite understand, and Kakarot’s vision was turning white on the edges as tension coiled, as Vegeta moved harder and faster, deeper into him and grit his teeth, shook everywhere.

There was the crackle of energy, a moment of silence, and then utter whiteness everywhere.

~~~***

Not much shocked him anymore when it came to Goten. He had seen just about every side of his brother he thought he was going to see, but every once in a long while, the idiot managed to sneak in something. Like when he IT’ed straight into his twin’s bedroom and found him curled up and sleeping in the arms and under the watchful gaze of Gatta.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded. Didn’t care if Gatta was just there to keep his brother warm so he didn’t die or something stupid because Goten was HIS brother and HIS responsibility and no idiot look-alike twin from an alternate universe had any business fucking around with his brother. Ever.

“Waiting for you,” Gatta said patiently, “Ta and I goingoing back to the future. The Duke’s been stopped, the law won’t pass and Goten assures me that he can fix what he did to my mother.”

Rational asshole. “Good bye,” he said. Didn’t have the compassion in him to give a damn about this kid and his big old eyes that just screamed: “Hug me.” He didn’t want to hug the bastard, didn’t care about his rough life or the hell he came from.

Then Gatta crawled out of betoodtood up and grabbed his clothes like it was no big that he had been all but naked in the bed with his twin. A twin, which if he would add, was already mated to someone else and had no business being naked around anyone, much less his alter-ego of this universe.

“Trust me,” Gatta said, “I understand how you feel. If someone tried to fuck with my brother, I’d gut them, castrate them and then nail their bloody remains on a cross for all the world to see.” He flashed a smirk and tugged his pants up.

“Whatever.” He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the jerk to leave the room before he moved and kicked the bed, jostled it hard enough that Goten woke up and looked at him, groaned something unintelligible and sat up.

“You know, Geta,” he said, “Next time lets not almost kill me with hypothermia.”

“Wait until I tell Dad I found you naked in bed with your brother,” he retorted. In English so none of the other people in the palace that might be listening could understand him.

“Whatever.” Then he flashed Vegeta an evil grin, “Besides, ‘Geta I’m in bed with my brother every night. Trunks is Mom’s son from another universe, you know.”

“One more reason you should be fucking the demi.” He felt dark. Felt heavy. Felt burdened with the amount of NOTHING that was on his shoulders and didn’t want to be in this fucking world anymore. He wanted to be home and that was it. Nothing else. No passing go, no going forward, no tricks, no turns, just jumping in the damn time machine and going HOME.

“How many reasons does that make now?” Goten asked, got out of bed—naked—and looked around for his clothes.

“Seventy two or something.”

“And that list includes ‘may result in procreation?’”

“Yup.” Not that he had anything against Goten having children or anything, but really, he didn’t think it was a great idea for Trunks to keep having kids, he didn’t think it was a good idea for his mother to have children. “Goten,” he started, wad hid his twin pull pants on and sighed. “Can you fix it so Kakarot will go back to normal?”

“Yeah,” his twin said, tiredly, “Me and Bulma figured out how to reverse the process. It’s pretty much the same.”

Vegeta felt uneasy with that statement. “Why? …why did you figure that out?”

His answer was a blank look from his brother and nothing more. As if the question either explained itself or was not important.

~~~***

It would never fail to amaze him how a super-powerful Saiyan (alright, demi-saiyan) like Gohan could be such a pansy ass. Honestly. The more Caradoc thought about it the more strange it seemed that Gohan had even attempted to think his way out of the impulse to just fuck. He was male, he was Saiyan and he was the dominant mate. These three facts almost always equaled uber-lust.

Instead, Gohan sat there murmuring nonsense about how they 'really shouldn't' Not that he was listening. Who would listen to that crap when there was a perfectly warm and beautiful woman (who also happened to be uber powerful) rocking her hips against his, long hem of the shirt she wore riding up and everywhere he touched on her was satin smooth.

However, his mate did not seem to appreciate this fact very much at all, because the plntnentness of warmth and softness was removed, Presta ended up back on the bed, head first and Caradoc found himself being pawed into place by his mate. He opened his mouth to object and found that it was overtaken by Gohan's, his pants (they were the twin's pants not his) were tore away (ouch.) Strong fingers slid between his closed knees and parted his thighs so he was straddling (sort of) the figure above him that was moving against him with the singlemindness of a stud-horse on his broodmare.

"Hey," he said between the violent kisses, ran his hands down the tingling hot skin of Gohan's back to the waist band of his pants and then back up. There was a desperation in the movements against him and he fought against that frenzy, back to where he could clear his mind and get air and think for a second.

Presta kicked Gohan, knocked him off to the side again and growled before she launched herself ontop of him. "Me first," she snapped. Made short work of his pants and lowered herself on him. Caradoc gulped in air as they pounded against one another, watched the show they made without any sense of jealousy--strange, since Saiyans were naturally jealous.

"Me next," he said, smirked to himself and sat up to get a better view as Gohan flipped the girl onto her back.

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Caradoc: Woo-hooo sex for me!

Goten: *sob* NO sex for me!

Lil'Geta: I wanna go home!

Kaki: Does this mean I'm pregnant? Please? Does it?

Dr. Yaoi


Hey! I want that check back...*simper* I guess...if its...for a...good...cause...*whine* *sob* No, really, I'm glad you liked Chichi...*eyes go swirly* Did I really just say that?

Macha


Lol. Yeah, there seems to be very little forward movement...until this chappie anyway. They are going forward now I think. (I hope.) And Gatta does seem to be mostly decentsighsigh* But there is only room for one set of twins in this 'verse.

Webtester01


Timer? That sucks. Glad you're reading. I hope Gatta and Ta end up happy, but not necessarily sure that Gatta really wants his throne.

Toooooootlies!