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Hormone Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10207 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-Hormone Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 15
- 16
Hormone Therapy

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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.

I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.

But
I do own Vegeta�s uterus. And the birth
certificates for his twin sons: Lil�Geta and Goten.

~~~~~**

Having
seen what his sons would be like, Goku was astounded to find that they were
perfectly peacefully little babies. As
long as they were together, there was never a s out out of them. But if you attempted to separate them for
any reason, wailing started. So bath
time, needless to say, was interesting.
In the interest of getting it over with fastest, he and Vegeta each took
a baby and washed him. Goku generally
always ended up with Goten, and the little boy screamed out his frustrations
and lashed his tail back and forth in the water, spraying everything in the
general vicinity down with water. Then
he chewed on his father�s fingers�he just had gums, so it didn�t hurt�and kic for for all his worth.

But,
as soon as they laid Goten and Little Vegeta together in their crib, they were
silent. They fed them milk by giving
them the bottles, because they couldn�t hold them separately and do it. The twins seemed to realize they would have
to starve to death, eat separately or learn to hold their own bottles. And being the stubborn children of their
parentheythey chose to learn how to hold their own bottles.

Yep,
for the past two months life had consisted of attending to his children�s every
wish and desire. And that was good, he
liked being a father again. But he was
also mated, and his mate was there, looking absolutely delicious. Smelling nice again�not quite as nice as he
did when he first drank the hormone therapy�and his perfect body was completely
back to being perfect. Slim, sleek,
muscled.

These
thoughts, naturally, led him to inform Gohan that his oldest son would be
babysitting. Gohan had reluctantly
agreed to do it. (This after Goku
launched into a discussion on what it was like to be mated to such a sexy
person and not get any sex.) He had the
sneaking suspicion that Gohan had just agreed to shut him up. Which he didn�t care about in the least,
because as long as Gohan watched the twins, he wasn�t going to question the
reasons.

Convincing
Vegeta took a little more effort.

�Come
on, �Geta!�

�No.�

� �I am nothing like that woman,� he snapped.

That�s
what you think, Goku thought meanly.
And then he felt bad, because Vegeta really wasn�t like Chichi. After all, he liked having sex with Vegeta,
and he mostly liked being around him.
But this whole abstinence thing was going to kill him. It just wasn�t the way it was supposed to
be.

�Come
on,� Goku said again, pleadingly, �Gohan can watch the little ones for a
while. And we can go. Spar or have sex. Or both.�

�No.�

�Why?� He sighed.
Tried to think of an answer to his own question. Found none that really made sense. Thought that maybe Vegeta didn�t want to get
pregnant again. But that was
ridiculous. Goku would be able to tell
if he could get pregnant. And the way his
mate smelled now�that was not a �hey idiot, come screw me until I�m pregnant�
type smell. It was a �I am your mate; I
belong to you� smell. �You won�t get
pregnant,� Goku said.

�Did
it ever occur to you that not everybody spends all their time thinking about
sex?�

�No.�

�You�re
impossible, Kakarot.�

�Not
as impossible as you are.� He pouted
again. Thought of what he wasng tng to
do tomorrow if he couldn�t convince Vegeta to have sex. It would be a whole ten hours of bored
freedom. He would have to spar with
Piccolo or Krillin or something, and know the whole while he was doing it that
he could have been having sex.

~~~***

Vegeta
was starting to wonder why he liked to see Kakarot pout. Because it never failed; he always
eventually gave into the overgrown one.
Like now, even as the baka pouted as they got ready to leave, he knew
that he was going to give in. That he
would�despite all his claims to the opposite�end up spread out underneath the
spastic-Saiyan. It never failed. And since he really had no objections to
this except that he might again get pregnant, he didn�t really see the reason
to fight it.

But
he did. Every time.

Maybe
he liked to see Kakarot trying to convince him. Maybe not. It was a
mystery. One that he didn�t intend to
ponder.

They
flew away from the house, and when Vegeta was certain they were far enough away
from the house, he stopped, cleared his throat. Kakarot stopped, looked at him, waited a few seconds and then got
the biggest, silliest grin on his face.

�Really?!�
was the comment.

Vegeta
just nodded. Knew that the baka
understood he was agreeing to having sex.
Because that was all the baka really thought about, and thus, any given
time Vegeta would nod or say yes, it was pretty much understood that they were
talking about sex, and short thereafter he was divested of his clothing, spread
open and fucked.

Like
now. When he was instanansmansmission
to a rather barren crater. Shirt pulled
over his head, hands in his hair and on his neck, tracing all the muscles and
lines of his body, down to his pants, and Kakarot slid his hand inside and
wrapped his large fingers around his erection.
Vegeta pushed the gi-top down, pulled the dumb blue shirt off, untied
the pants. Felt his knees buckling as
he was stroked.

There
were definite benefits to having drank that stupid potion thing Bulma
made. This was a big one. His pants were pulled off and dropped into
the pile of orange and blue clothes.
Then he was picked up�hands on his ass�and pulled against the big
baka. Slid inside of. Wondered how it was that he didn�t mind this
at.

That
thought didn�t last past the first thrust into him, and he realized that they
were still standing. Spared a moment to
be impressed with Kakarot. Then hooked
his legs over the strong arms, felt the hands on his ass again, and using the
baka�s arms like a swing started to rock back and forth.

Felt
his momentum gain force as Kakarot pulled him against him harder and
faster. Was once again impressed they
had remained standing. Spared a moment
to hope nobody went past them, wherever they were.

Kept
one hand on the hard shoulder in front of him, lowered his other hand to his
own erection. Stroked it�tried to match
the rhythm he was making with his hips, found that it was impossible and just jerked
his hand spastically, feeling a delicious sort of pain as his whole body
started to get hotter. Starting in his
hips, spreading up to his waist, then his chest, felt the tingle of the bite
move down to meet the orgasmic pressure building.

Tried
to breath through it. Found that he was
panting in hard breaths.

And
they were still standing, surprise, surprise.

Hands
pulled him against his mate one last time, he felt the hot rush inside of him,
felt his body pulsing in response, and then he let his eyes roll back into his
head, shuddered and shook and felt the world going all black and white spotty. Then Kakarot moved his arm, wrapped it
around his back, smiled into his shoulder.

�Thanks
Geta.�

Sure,
he thought dizzily, anytime.

o:p>

~~~**

Goku
wasn�t about to go home to his children stinking like sex. So he grabbed their clothes, Vegeta and
instant transmissioned�thought of what lovely applications this technique had�them
to a lake. Threw the clothes on the
shore and jumped into the water. It was
cool and soft against his overheated skin, and he swam around the lake a couple
of times, treaded water in the middle of it and watched Vegeta shaking his head
as he washed himself off.

Life
was good.

That�s
what Goku thought. Life was really
good. Much better than it had been five
months ago. He was mated�a bond much
stronger than marriage�he was a father.
He had his own home. His own
family. Vegeta had stopped hating
him. Nobody had attacked Earth in a
long time. (Not that he expected that
to last; it never did.) He got all the
sex he wanted. (That was one of the
best parts.)

Good. Perfect.
Wonderful.

That�s
what life was.

He
closed his back and let himself float on top the water. Felt the sunshine all over his skin, felt
the ripples under him. Thought of how
wonderful it was to be him. Thought of
what life would have been like if he had never bit Vegeta. Didn�t like what he thought of, because mostly
he would still be having bad sex, or no sex, still be fighting all the
time. Have two less children. And hadn�t the twins said something about
androids or a heart virus or something?
He wondered why that didn�t work out in this world.

And
as if there was a great cosmic king of coincidences that looked down on all
people, there was a shuddering of wind around them, a minor explosion of dust
and light, and the time machine was there.
(Minus most of its colorful sayings, meaning that this trip was pretty
early on for the twin�s time travel.)
The hatch opened. A black-haired
head popped out. Then�who he thought to
be Goten�popped out and walked to the edge of the water.

�Hey,�
he said, �Go�Da�You!� he said pointing at Goku.

He
smiled, because he knew who this was, and the twin didn�t know that he
knew. So he moved over toward the
shore, looked at Vegeta, who was smiling actually, and moved so he was only
waist deep in the water.

�Here,�
is what Goten said, tossing him a vial.
�Have Aunt Bulma give this to everyone.
It�ll save your life.� Then his
(future) son turned, jumped back into the time machine and as the hatched close
Goku was pretty sure heard: �He�s Not a GIRL, DAMMIT!�

Watched
them disappear. Looked down at the vial
in his hand, felt Vegeta as he moved to stand next to him. �I wonder what�s coming,� Goku said.

Vegeta
just made a noise. Like he agreed, or
didn�t, or didn�t care. Vegeta�s noises
were confusing like that.

Goku
closed his fist around the vial, sighed and got out of the water. Pulled his clothes back on, realized that he
would have to keep training if he wanted to be able to defeat whatever was
going to threaten them. Looked at his
mate, felt his earlier thought return to him.

Life
was good. And no matter what came at
them; life would only get better.

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

Sadly;
that is the end of this one.

Gk: THE END?!?!

Vegeta: Breath, idiot.

Gk: But�But�But� THE END?!

Vegeta: Give her a day or so and she�ll probably be doing a sequel.

Gk: But� all the sex! It�s going to waste!

Vegeta: Well, we�ll just have to see what the audience has to say on the
matter, won�t we?

Jaygoose:

Watching children get born makes me not want to have
kids. Too messy, too many people
staring at places they ought not stare.

Getarian:

*sigh * Glad
you liked it. Unfortunately, I was at
my wits end trying to think of a way to keep this story going as it was. Couldn�t come up with immediate plot. Decided that if I did continue it, it would
be years into the future.

Oh, and if I remember right, Dracula is Vlad or
something like that. He was a baron or
something, and he fought in wars, and was really smart and really
terrible. I can�t remember if he
impaled people, but I know that that is one of the origins of the vampire thing.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Yes, the troublemakers are born. Vegeta has his figure back. Life is goo.

Hectate 18:

I watched this show called �birth day� on the
discovery channel. I was like: that is
disgusting. And my mom told me that
when you�re the parents its different than just watching someone else have
kids.

Oh, and I loved the line of Goku thinking that Vegeta�s
nether parts were his belongings. I
think almost everyone liked it too. So
yeah!
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