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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
about humor (and the endless lemons.
Goal for this story: get a lemon in every chapter like Hormone
Therapy.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Hail, Vegeta thought sourly, the
victorious moronic bastards. His twin
sons trudged up to where the cage was, bloody and bruised. Exhausted to the point that any second they would
hit the ground and not wake up for a long time. Grinning bloody grins and hanging onto their power level (nearly
zero now, and he had seen what happens to them when it gets lower) with every
single ounce of their determination.
Aya
screeched, jumped against the bars of the cage and yelled at her dad. “DADDY!”
Goten looked at her, then at his brother, and for just that moment, it
was as obvious to the child that stopped bouncing as it was to everyone else,
that the twins weren’t exactly sure just which one of them was this girl’s
father. Because those bleeding marks on
their skin were fresh and bright red, and the bond that twins share was greater
and more powerful than anything this world or the Saiyan world had ever even
thought of.
“Just
open the cage,” Trunks said. Glared,
probably felt that strangeness too. But
even if the twins couldn’t tell themselves apart, the rest of them could. Vegeta could; always had been able to since
the first second he’d held his two sons and Kakarot had asked him which one was
which.
Goten
and Vegeta (his son) fell to their knees and grabbed the bars they had
ki-melted to the frame of the cage, yanked on them, harder and harder until
that power level of theirs was nearly bottomed out, and the cage fell apart
into a worthless pile of pipes and bars.
Nothing spectacular, nothing that could keep anyone trapped inside.
Then
there was the rush of children, Aya and Masuyo and Gohan’s kids—but they didn’t
go rushing off to their father because he stank like sex and Presta and all of
his kids were big-eyed and whimpery because their Mommy and Daddy didn’t love
each other anymore.
Aya
grabbed her father and Masuyo grabbed his, and they held on viciously. That was the price of victory, the rush of
children and the respect that never faded.
Because even to this day, even today, when his sons had defeated every
monstrosity that him or Kakarot ever faced, they would never forget that once
their parents had saved them, and forever, their parents would be stronger and
better than them.
“Okay,”
Goku said, hauled Bardock up into his arms even though the boy was eight, held
him and Bardock let him hold him.
Looked at his brothers with the haunted knowledge of someone who was
waiting for the last straw to fall and break the camel’s back.
“Yeah,
whoopee! So wonderful that you almost
fucking killed yourselves. Lets all
throw a goddamn party!” Gina snapped.
Picked her son up by his tail and Trunks shook his head, but didn’t
disagree with her. “Sheesh. Look at the two of you.”
And
the twins did turn and look at one another.
“I think he’s a rather handsome man, actually,” Goten said.
“I
am,” Vegeta replied.
“Oh,
you assholes. How much time do you have
before your next big death scene?”
Trunks
looked at his watch and then said: “Two hours.” He picked up his daughter and she crawled onto his back, wrapped
her arms around his neck. “Come on
kids, time to eat.” Motioned all of
Gohan’s kids forward—even Pan, who stared at her father like he was an alien to
her. Presta hadn’t come back yet, but
that was probably because even Saiyans felt something akin to embarrassment
occasionally and she had just fucked her best friend’s father.
“Oh,
fuck me,” Goten said, “Two hours?” he
fell back on the ground and whined.
“Too
tired,” Vegeta—the twin—said, fell back and landed next to his brother, rolled
onto his side at the exact moment Goten did, so their backs were pressed
together, and it took only seconds for them to fall asleep.
Bardock
managed to get Kakarot to put him down and ran after the retreating Trunks and
the band of hungry children. Gina
muttered something that none of them could hear and she disappeared. Which left only the two of them (Kakarot and
himself) to see Presta come back to Gohan’s side.
“Where’d
everyone go?” she asked.
“Food,”
Gohan answered.
“Oh. Good is probably a good idea. I’m starved.” And as simple as that, the two of them were gone, and only the
two parents stood with their sons.
“Do
you think it’ll be different?” Kakarot asked, “With non-identical twins?”
“Probably. Lets just hope it’s not like having two
Bardock’s.” He would have said more,
but Kakarot was giving him that look.
That one look, you know, that tells you it has exceeded the two-hour
time-gap for sex and you should be at the mercy of your mate. “You have got to be kidding,” he said.
“Nope,”
Kakarot said, “Come on ‘Geta. You
remember what it was like with the twins!
You got all stingy with the sex.”
Pouted here. “Don’t be stingy,
‘Geta.” More pouting.
He
glared. “If you get me more pregnant, I
swear I’ll tear your balls off.” Not
that Kakarot really heard the threat, all he heard was “yes” and that was all
he cared to understand.
~~~***
“Why
the hell did they bite each other?” Gina asked. Felt annoyance tearing through her that her idiot mate was so
hell-bent on killing himself, and that wasn’t it. She was lying to herself.
She was pissed because her idiot mate had claimed someone else. Not like he claimed her, because even if she
did want to see it, the twins just were never going to fuck each other, but
Vegeta had claimed Goten, and Goten had claimed Vegeta and they were even more
inseparable now than they had been just three hours ago.
Trunks
thought for prolonged time. He was
smart like his mate. But he didn’t know
everything Goten did (nobody did) so when he came up with an answer it usually
was part right but not all right. “Must
have been a power-boost. I think there
was something about that in the history.
They…oh I don’t know. It’s like
a mating bond only it goes a lot deeper.
They meld their powerlevels together and WHAM they make one great big
power wave.”
“So
whatever killed Buu was the equivalent of a Super Saiyan level eight?” she
asked.
“Yep.”
“I’m
surprised the world is still here.”
~~~***
Goku
loved Ve. He loved the inches under his fingers, those inches around his
mate’s ribs. Warm and wet (they were in
the shower) smooth still and muscled.
Loved every single one of the inches that were wrapped around him as he
moved inside of Vegeta. Loved his
mouth, loved the long line of his throat and the way it rippled when he moaned
and the feel of his heartbeat against his hand.
He
loved that heartbeat, moved inside Vegeta to that beat. Faster and faster. Kissed him then, covered his mouth, covered the moans and his
name, and growled. A strange growl as
he pulled Vegeta closer to him, thrust up into him and felt him slide against
the shower wall.
Pulled
away from his mouth and whimpered, moved down to his shoulder, licked the round
scar of the claim. Sucked on it until
it bruised, and then pressed his teeth to it but didn’t break the skin. Vegeta ran his hands through Goku’s hair.
“Just
do it,” he said. Pressed his mate
harder against the warm skin and tasted the salt of him. Then sank his teeth down into him. Stilled inside his body, and felt Vegeta
rippling around him, felt his hips keep moving and his hardness pressed against
his stomach. Concentrated on the
feeling of his mouth on Vegeta, the weirdness that he had never noticed before,
but noticed it now in the way he could feel some part of himself wrapping
Vegeta up and holding him.
“Kakarot,”
his mate said, grated the word out and it made his hips surge. He loved his name in that gravelly voice,
especially when it was filled with such need like that. So he moved again, thrust into him and
pulled his teeth out of the claim, licked it until it stopped bleeding and
watched Vegeta roll his head back, felt the smaller hands on his arms as Vegeta
fought for the leverage to push back against him. Watched it happen, as he moved deeper into him against that place
that made him quiver and wriggle and blush spread out over his cheeks.
Felt
the splash of heat against his stomach and with a groan, buried himself one
last time into his mate and filled him again.
(Spared a few seconds to pray that he hadn’t gotten Vegeta more pregnant
because he liked his balls just where they were.)
~~~***
Trunks
almost felt bad about it. Because the
twins were sleeping very deeply. Cutely
even. Both half-naked, beat up, bloody. Their tails were wrapped up into one, and he
had to unwind them to drag Goten away from Vegeta. Because if you separated them far enough they would wake up
automatically, and there was no other way to do it. (Well, there was another way, but it wasn’t a great way.) So he dragged his mate along, and when they
got just about six foot away, Goten jerked in his arms and looked at him.
“Not
already,” he whined.
“Yep,”
he replied. “Ready to kill
yourself?” Held Goten until he found
his own footing and stood on his own.
Tapped his arm over the bloody mark until Vegeta jerked away and wrapped
his hand around the new scar on his hand.
“Sure,”
Goten said. Looked up at the cloudy
sky. And like an evil omen, the clouds
grew dark and heavy and thunderclapped.
“I swear, every time I kill an android it fucking rains. What is that?” He yawned. Pulled the
metal rings out of his pocket. Two sets
of them. One for each hand. “Aya okay?”
“Yeah. She’s sleeping. Bulma gave all the kids a little sedative. They were spastic as hell.”
“Ready?”
Goten said to his brother.
Vegeta
nodded.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Hey,
everyone. I’m not going to be updating
tomorrow. (Saturday) or Sunday. Too busy.
*weepy * I’m sorry. But at least
there isn’t a huge cliffy here.
Goku: *grin *
Vegeta: Oi.
Goku: *grin *
Vegeta: Stop that!
Goku: Can’t *grin
* this is my happy sex smile!
Vegeta: Well,
than, no sex would solve that problem
Goku: you can’t!!!
Jaygoose:
Me
no Buu fan neither. I loved the
fighting though. (Vegeta & Goku’s
not Buus.) I really, really loved all
the scenes that had Vegeta and Goku in them.
And I finally got to see one of the episodes from before Buu hatches or
whatever, when Goku and Vegeta are fighting.
*swoons * Oh, I love it. *cough *
Anyway. I’m not terribly fond of
any one bad guy, actually. I like
killing the androids. O.o And Freiza.
I love killing Freiza.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Poor
Gohan. *pats him * No obedience for you.
Lol. I loved it when they thought the spirit bomb
was too boring to learn. *thinks of the
five episode spirit bomb during the Freiza/Namek saga. Hmm… *
I really don’t know why they think its boring.
Okay,
so I was just a writing away on that chapter, and I went back to read it and
there was this one line that struck me as a bit too…suggestive. (AKA, I was like, if I leave that there MB
will squeal) the original line that Goten said was “Brothers or not, I could
just blow you.” And I was like ‘er’…O.o. Maybe not.
Because really, I put enough of the whole ‘screw your brother’ thing in
there.
And. *rubs hands together evilly * I was thinking of a trade…or bribe…You see…because
I have been very patiently waiting for the next chappie of evil-doppelganger
Goku…so, I’ll write for you a full-chapter lemon staring just your favorite
twin boys if you can give me another chappie of that story. *grin *
*dangles lemon *
*shrug
* Anyway. Just thought I’d mention that.
The lemon will be like a fanfic to this fanfic, because the boys never
did sleep together (or never will in the actual story) but I’d write the lemon
for you if you got a new chappie.
;)
Macha:
Huh?
The biting thing you mean?
Hopefully.
*Kicks
limes * stupid imitation lemons! I want
a real one already! *frownd pnd pouts *
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