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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
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Group Therapy

Card

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.

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

Pushy
damn brat who thought he knew better than everyone else. Now Goku was stuck roaming around the planet
looking for Dragon balls so Gina could be a Saiyan like the rest of them. Why?
(And he had asked this question himself many a time.) Because:
Goten�s mate was freshly pregnant, he had a brand new daughter to look
after and he would have spent all the time looking for ways to make trouble
rather than finding the dragon balls.
Vegeta (his son) had a brand new baby son to look after. Vegeta (his mate) would have been able to
find them and get them back, but he probably would have enjoyed the time away
from the house too much.

Besides,
since Goku really wanted to be able to get back to his mate and sex, it was
just added incentive for him to hurry up and find all of the damn balls and get
them back to his son so Gina could be a Saiyan.

Which
is why he hated all of them. Which was
why he was flying around in rain storm trying to find the damn dragon
balls. Oh, his son had so better be
more than thrilled about this. His mate
had just better be expecting to not leave their room for many, many, many,
many, many hours. Days.

Hell,
maybe weeks.

Maybe
MONTHS.

Send
him out in the middle of nowhere to find Dragon Balls and see what he would do
about it.

~~~***

They
were both in the lab with him� Well,
all three of them, really, but he didn�t consider Trunks as a trouble maker so
he didn�t refer to him in this count.
Presta and Bardock were the troublemakers he referred to. She was going through his various little
tidbits of nothing that was left lying around from projects he either had
finished or never intended to. Bardock
was climbing on top of a set of shelves that housed a whole slew of
nothing�that were also pretty rickety.

�So,�
Presta said, flipping open a folder and then shutting it again when she found
it was written in their language and not the Saiyan one, �When are we going to
train?�

�When
Dad gets back.� He was working on a new
model of the hover car that Bulma wanted finished. It had the slight glitch of backfiring and had thus far injured
five of her mechanics. So she figured
that her least favorite nephew should take over the project. Which was fine with him, he could use the
money. (Yes, she paid him for his
brilliance, and he spent that money on nothing except to gloat about how he had
money.)

�You
said you would train me when you got your mate pant,ant,� she said. Started to look through a container of
various chemicals. �He is pregnant.�

Trunks�yes
he was there, but he was reading over the history of Saiyans as Goten had
written it and consciously (stubbornly) ignoring them all with all his
power. Presta and Bardock had both
tried to get him to respond to them by flicking lima beans at his head, but
thus far�besides the pile of beans�there had been no results from that.

�Yes
he is,� Goten said, �And as soon as Dad gets back we can start training you.�

�Why
do we have to wait?� she asked.

Oh. He hated eight-year olds. He remembered what he had been like as an
eight year old, and thought that if his mother wasn�t giggling in sadistic
pleasure over the fact that his daughter arrived that age, than he knew nothing
about the Prince. In fact, he could
almost hear his Mom chuckling right now.
�Because he has a lot more patience than I do.�

�Well,
what about Trunks? Couldn�t he train
me?� She asked.

�Nope.�

�He
doesn�t know how to fight!� Bardock said from his precarious perch atop the
shelves. He grinned in satisfaction that
he had managed to crawl his way all the way up there. And in a few minutes he was going to be bawling because he
couldn�t get back down. �Trunks never
fights anyone.�

Goten
snorted. �He can fight, he just wasn�t
trained.�

�Yes
I was.� Look at THAT, his mate was
listening. �Gohan trained me.�

(And
he kept his opinions about his long-lost older half-brother to himself.) �Oh, yeah,� he said, cracked a grin, �But
Mom and Dad didn�t train you. Look
Pinkie,� he said before she could open her mouth and say anything, �You are not
going to win this argument. You will
wait until he gets back because I think it�s important that you get the basics
down pat, first.�

�Bardock
taught me the basics!� she exclaimed.

�Right,
his basics. Now you�ll learn Dad�s.� He stepped out of the model and flipped it
onto its side so the under belly of it was showing. Shook his head to get his hair to stop tickling his ear and
sighed. Could not figure out just what
the problem was here.

�And
just what are you going to teach me?� she demanded. Stormed over to glare at him where he could see her.

�I�ll
teach you how to fight large groups of people.�

�What
about Vegeta?�

�He�ll
teach you to fight dirty.�

�What
about Grandma?�

�He�ll
teach you Ki-blasts�

�And
Trunks?�

�Survival.�

�YOU
ARE JUST IMPOSSIBLE! Is there ANY
question you DON�T have an ANSWER for?�
Apparently getting all of her questions answered was not satisfying
enough for her.

�I
haven�t run across such a question yet,� he replied. Ruffled her hair when she tried to kick him, and made a face at
her. She just glowered back�proving
that her nickname was well deserved.
�But if I do you will certainly be the last to know.�

�Bastard,�
she said. Walked back over to the carts
of chemicals she had been investigating.

And
Bardock started to sob. (Had finally
looked down and noticed that he was very high up, that he could not fly and
that getting down would prove to be a feat a bit too difficult for his tiny
little self to figure out.) He bellowed
out a scream and started kicking his feet.
This, too, made Trunks look up at him as if to ask if they were supposed
to help him get down or if they were doing that cruel thing where they had to
leave the child to figure out his own mess.

He
didn�t even have to answer, because Mom was there, looking like he wanted to
smack someone�probably Goten because he had let Bardock climb up there in the
first place�and he helped his youngest son off the shelf, patted his poor
scared little head as his baby curled up into his mother�s grasp and sobbed out
how scared he had been. Odd, how
sometimes Bardock reaction just like any other toddler, and sometimes he was
too grown up for his own good.

Presta
huffed. �You guys are boring.�

~~~***

Yes,
Vegeta did realize that sending his father out to find the Dragon Balls was
something of a cruel thing to do. But
he had meant what he said about waiting until Gina was ready. (Still did, in a twitchy sort of way.) But it was just grating on his nerves in the
worst way. He had to sleep with his
back against the wall�His mother and Gina had decided to separate the two mated
twins so they could have privacy, and Goten had immediately moved his bed up
against the common wall between their rooms.
And he slept the same that Vegeta did, with his back to the wall. It wasn�t nearly the same as sleeping in the
same room, but at least they could still sleep. (Bardock had been moved to a new room that had once been a
storage/junk room.)

Anyway,
his brother had apparently made up with Trunks sufficiently enough that they
were all back to their happy humping lifestyle. His father (before he was sent on his Dragonball finding mission)
was happily continuing his quest to become the first Saiyan to have sex for
twenty four straight hours without interruption. And that left just the children to be the only ones that weren�t
having sex. And they didn�t want
to. So they didn�t count.

Gina
did, but she would just give him a sad little pat and say that she was really
happy he was being so patient.
Yeah. Right. Whatever.

MONTHS,
okay, MONTHS since he had gotten laid.
MONTHS. He had even given in and
masturbated, just so he didn�t feel so very much like killing his grinning
little brother. ASSHOLE who just
grinned and let everyone know that nobody would ever stop him from having
sex. Which was just PEACHY for
him. But Vegeta was not getting any and
that was not okay.

Which
is why he was petulantly standing next to the baby�s crib, watching him sleep
and almost wishing that he would wake up just so Gina would have to wake up and
take care of him. (Didn�t really want
that to happen, because she honestly needed her sleep.) Considered tapping his the scar on his hand
until Goten showed up and getting into a fight with him just to pass the time.

Decided
not to do that. Just because he knew
that Goten would be smug about it.
About how he was getting laid and his poor, neglected brother was not.

And that
was when his mother knocked on the door, and opened, it, held Bardock with one
arm�while the little one whimpered and rubbed his adorable little eyes�and
said: �Kakarot�s back.�

OH. THANK.
KAMI.

He
reached into the crib and picked up his son, gently just so he wouldn�t wake
up, crossed the room and nudged Gina�who woke up like she had never been asleep
and gave him an odd look because the baby wasn�t crying and there was no other
possible reason he could want her awake.
�What?� she asked, yawned.

�They�ve
got the Dragonballs.�

�Oh,�
she said, �I suppose you�ve got a baby-sitter all lined up.� Now, neither one of them had officially
decided not to be having sex until she got turned into a Saiyan, but Goten
kindly pointed out that once she was, neither one of them would really be able
to stop it from happening. He likened
it to the whole �baby-lust� thing that Saiyans went through when the women were
fertile. And they were already mated,
so they would feel the urge to reseal that mating bond, and that would mean
happy, horny, humping Saiyans.

Of
course, Goten also warned him that Bardock imparted that female Saiyans
generally gave their mates a good chase when it came to mating. So he needed to be prepared for that. But Vegeta could instant transmission. And Gina wasn�t a trained fighter.

�Mom
said she�d watch him.�

�Alrighty
then,� she said, stood up, didn�t even bother to change out of her
pajamas. (Bright red ones that said
�Devil Kitty� on them.) �Lets go.�

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

Lil�Geta:
She hates me.

Goten: Yeah,
well, she loves me.

Lil�Geta:
HATE. Card HATES me. I never get laid.

Gk: Me
either.

Lil�Geta: OH WHATEVER!

Gk:
What? I don�t. Not nearly enough. And�hey! Why are we
babysitting?!

Vegeta: Just
to torture you.

Gk: *takes
Masuyo and hands him to Goten * I DO
NOT THINK SO.
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Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy