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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.
n stn style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:
12.0pt'>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.
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The
next morning, the table was filled with self-satisfied smirks. (Well, from everyone but Goten and Trunks,
and little Bardock.) Vegeta (his twin
brother) was smiling broadly and stinking like he had just had the raunchiest
sex in the universe. Was very laid back
and stuffing food into his mouth like it would disappear if he did not. Then there was Gina, who was bearing a brand
new claim mark, dirty and half-dressed (her clothes were ripped) sitting on the
chair like any Saiyan woman would have: like a boy. Her boobs were actually smaller—significantly so—but she had tail
to make up for that difference. It was
wrapped around her elbow and it was more than obvious she wasn’t used to
controlling it.
Then
there were his parents. His father was
eating his weight in food (several hogs had died to allow him to do this) and
smiling. Happy and babbling on about
how he was going to train Presta. (Who
had a satisfied smile on her face because she got gotten to fight for five
hours yesterday, and even if she did get her butt kicked, she had enjoyed it
immensely.) His mother was not smiling
or smirking, but only because he did not do that where his children could
see. You could tell by his overly
healthy appetite that he was more than happy about his yester-nights
excursions.
Then
there was his mate, who was still holding Masuyo, cradling him instinctively
against his chest with one arm while he ate with the other. And there was something just so damn… Sexy.
Didn’t turn away from his mate, just drank in that sight of
Trunks with a child.
“And
this is different from how? All you
guys do is have sex.” She was no
glowing this morning, because he had put the earrings back on, showed her how
to take them off and made her promise to not take them off unless she was
training. Eventually she would learn to
control that power, but right now she wasn’t that responsible.
“Yeah…well…wait
until you grow up, you’ll understand,” he said this in passing.
And
she snorted, “How grown up where you?”
“Thirt…”
he stopped, turned, and stared at her.
“You aren’t doing anything until your at least fifteen.”
“FIFTEEN?!”
she demanded, “And who made you the police?
You just said you were doing it when you were thirteen!”
“Yeah,
well, I’m a guy and it’s different.”
“Different
how?”
“Different
because people don’t stick things inside…SHUT UP VEGETA!” his brother had opened his mouth to interject
there, probably pointing out that sense Goten was gay, people were putting
things inside his body and that was counterproductive to his little discussion
with his child. “You are not having sex
until you’re at least fifteen.”
She
glared at him—looked too much like her Great-Grandmommy—and said, coolly, “You
can’t stop me.”
And
didn’t she think she was just so smart.
He narrowed his eyes. “If you
don’t think I can’t come up with something to keep you from doing it, you are
sadly mistaken.”
“Goten
making chastity belts…that would be a hoot.”
“You’re
a hypocrite,” she stated flatly.
“That’s
part of being a father. Get used to
it.” And he considered that
conversation closed. Gave his brother a
glare for his comment, and flipped him off.
“Hey,”
‘Geta said, “It would be funny. Just
who would you test it out on anyway?”
~~~***
Presta
lived up to her name, definitely.
Moving much faster than anyone else Goku had trained before. There was a great deal of natural talent
there. Natural power, definitely, and
then there was also just skill. A sense
that she had already been taught the basics—different from the ones he was
teaching her—and he had to keep catching her and reminding her that until she finished
learning these she could not move on to the more interesting fights.
After
him, she moved on to Vegeta—his mate—to learn the fine art of blasting your
enemy to little bits. She seemed to be
overly eager to get to that stage. As
lowilowing people apart was so great and…
Well, he had to admit that he agreed with her. It was sort of boring to rung through these exercises over and
over again. But necessary.
“Ka…er…what
should I call you?” she asked. Stopped
the drill and put her hands on her hips as she gave him a glare with those blue
eyes. Brushed her long blond hair away
from her face and waited for his reply.
“Grandpa,
I guess.”
“Okay,
Grandpa, could you show me what Dad was talking about. He said that I wasn’t the only one of three
Super Saiyans. Are you a Super Saiyan?”
“Yes
I am. In fact, I was the first
one.”
“Well,”
she gave him that same glare that his sons did when he said something that
should have naturally led to an action and did not. “Could you show me?”
He
nodded. “Sure.” Smiled like a dork, and saw that she could
smile just as dorkily. (Thought that
was a comfort, because his twins both grinned like their er.)er.) Then he inched his power level up, gathered
up annoyance and power and felt the scale tip, burned yellow and felt his hair
stand up straight.
“Wow,”
she said. “That’s so cool.” As if it was cool to raise your power level
rather than to be able to access it at all times. But then again, having that much energy all the time had to be a
bit of an annoyance. He found it
difficult to hand things that required a ‘delicate’ hand and couldn’t imagine
how hard it would be for her.
“Alright,” she said, “I guess we can keep training now. I want to finish this crap so Dad will stop
telling me to ‘have patience.’
Whateve/p>
/p>
~~~***
There
was something almost painfully attractive about knowing his mate was carrying
their offspring around in his flat tummy. Sexy.
Desirable. And as he watched
Trunks rocking Masuyo slowly to sleep—yes, they were still baby-sitting the
child even four days later—it just burgeoned up in him. Became unbearable, and he stood in the
doorway to his brother’s room. Flicked
his tail back and forth and Trunks looked up at him.
“There
is no way you find this appealing,” he said.
“Trunks,
when it comes to you, breathing is sexy.”
And he meant that. Everything
his mate did made him want to take him away and keep him in a place that was
just created for the two of them. To be
with him and around him and everything.
Worship him and his body (especially his perfect ass) and…yes"> Tilted his head to one side and felt Goten tilt the other way,
scooted closer to him because he was leaning uncomfortably while he sat next to
him. Goten made a strange humming
noise, shifted, lifted himself up and sat on Vegeta’s lap.
GIGGLED—he
could hear the giggles in Goten’s chest.
And
he opened his mouth and pushed open the mouth above his, touched his tongue to
Goten’s and felt the hands curl into his arms.
Ran his hands up the strong back—the back identical to his—and heard the
petty people gasp. Heard them
drool. Goten pulled back just a little,
ran his tongue across Vegeta’s mouth and then smiled again, kissed him again,
dropped one of his hands down to Vegeta’s chest. Dropped his hand down between them, down to where the idiots
couldn’t see and thus naturally assumed it was between Vegeta’s thighs. It wasn’t.
Goten’s hand was under his own leg, trapped between the two of
them. But he moved it, like he was
stroking, and that made the drooling idiots drool all the harder.
He
dropped one of his hands down to Goten’s ass and pulled him up tighter, snarled
a bit—just for show—and recaptured his mouth.
Strategically this was the best action, and he could smell the
pimpled-assholes getting aroused.
Freaks. Kissed Goten harder,
felt his lips bruise, and opened his mouth again, accepted the invasion of his
tongue and sucked on his mouth, clashed their teeth together and felt Goten’s arm
moving, felt his hips start to move.
That
hand on his chest moved up to his arm.
His idiot twin murmured and made pleased noises, switched the tilt of
their heads and kissed him sloppily just to make the idiots that much more
pliable and interested. And as he tore
his head back and panted for a moment, moved his hips and his arm and grinned
for all he was worth, the crowd of onlookers were practically drooling.
Goten
turned to look at them. “Time.” And then the bastard dare-er’s watch went
off. “Alright,” his brother said,
climbed off his lap and stood up. “I
believe I get to dare all of you to do something.” He looked at his watch.
“Look at that! Rush hour! Time for you to go streaking!” And he laughed at them as they went
sheet-white.
Jaygoose:
*has
mental image of someone running around house frantically shouting ‘I lost
them! I lost them!’ whilst clutching
their flat chest and sobbing. *
Lol. Anywho. Yeah, I don’t see the practicality of big
boobs on female Saiyans. Wouldn’t make
sense. Not the warrior ones
anyway. (As if there was another kind
of Saiyan.) Poor Gina though. I would be traumatized too. I guess Lil’Geta will just have to make an
extra effort to make her boobs feel special.
Webtester 01:
A
headband. Hmm. I never even thought of that. He could probably invent something like
that, just because it’s Goten and he’s a genius. And YEAH! Very pleased to
hear the next chappie is coming along.
Very very happy to hear that.
*waits impatiently * Okay, is it
ready yet?
Now?
How about now?
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