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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.)
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“Oh
Kami,” Goten muttered, “I really hope this is a shared dream or I’m going to
have so much explaining to do.”
Vegeta
smirked, was standing there, next to the bed, with his arms crossed over his
chest, and it was highly amusing to him.
Which, in itself, was the most unnatural thing in the world, because he
knew for a fact that if he ever walked in on his brother and Gina he would kill
her, maim him and spend the rest of his life finding new and interesting ways
to make Goten pay for what he did. Or
maybe not. He felt very amused, and
there were rather disturbingly pleasant thoughts of going to find Trunks and
evening he score. And while he was sure
him and Trunks would have a quite a rousing bout of sex, he wasn’t so sure the
Demi would exactly flop on his back and spread.
Goten
turned his head and looked at him.
“This is a dream right?”
Vegeta
sat down on the rock. Yes, a huge gray
rock that was in that neutral-non-space of their shared mind. But Goten was lying in bed with Gina, in
fact, just minutes ago his brother had been fucking her. Now they were sleeping. Trunks had yet to make his grand entrance, a
fact that Goten would need to explain as soon as he managed to get his naked
ass out of the bed. “Yes,” he said,
“It’s a dream.”
Goten
blinked, shook his head, and in doing so, the bed, dream-Gina and his nakedness
all disappeared. He reappeared in the
neutral area wearing one of his oldest T-shirts. (I swallowed.) “I
think she’s horny,” was what his brother said, “And damn.”
Vegeta
smiled. “I always did have better sex
than you.”
“Hn.” He scrubbed his hands at his hair and
yawned. Then flicked his tail back and
forth like a pendulum. “Alright then. Why are you smiling.”
“I
don’t know,” Vegeta replied, “Won’t go away.
If I end up with your fucking twisted sense of humor I’ll beat it back
into you.”
“Fine
by me.” Goten tapped his fingers
together. “Why didn’t you have sex with
her? Why me?”
“I
don’t dream,” Vegeta said. That one was
incredibly easy. They both knew that
Vegeta had never dreamed. It just
wasn’t something that he did. No
dreams, just this darkness of the neutral space. “Maybe we should wake up.
Or is this some sort of coma?”
Goten
pulled his shoes off—for what reason, Vegeta did not know—and sighed. “Its probably a coma. I mean, I know for a fact that when my
power-level dropped it went below zero.
Which means I should be dead again.
Still, we should be able to wake up.”
~~~***
Goku
was starting to think that avoiding Gina was the best bet for everyone. The children had learned this fact the hard
way when she had actually screamed at Aya.
Really just SCREAMED. A
blood-curdling, ear-drum piercing scream.
Masuyo had grabbed his little cousin before she actually reached Gina
otherwise Goku was fairly certain Aya would have kicked her Aunt’s ass in a
real way. Trunks took care of his
kid. Wrapped her up in his arms and took
her away to train off her extra energy.
(Goku great sympathy for Trunks who not only had a spastic mate, but
also spastic children and was a very calm person himself.) Gohan’s children had disappeared after the
cage incident, and promptly told their mother that they had been sedated and
caged. Which of course made Chichi and
Videl scream about how their (just how Gohan’s kids became Chichi’s he would
never know) children would never be allowed anywhere near Gohan or the ‘stupid
family of Saiyans.’
That
didn’t have anything to do with Gina though.
And Gina was quite a righteous bitch right now. She snapped at everything but her own
son. (Part of Goku realized that the
only reason Masuyo wasn’t getting snapped at was because he wasn’t around.) She snapped at Presta, and Presta (who was
going through her first ever fertility cycle) snapped right back. That ended in a fist fight that Gohan (his
poor stupid son) had broken up and Gohan ended up needing stitches and having
amnesia.
Which
is where Goku was now. Standing in
front of his son. “Who am I again?” he
asked, “Because the little one that you said was my brother told me I was an
accident of science that escaped my creator and is currently on a mission to
eat the brains of frogs and crawdads everywhere.”
Goku
paused. Sighed. “Ignore him. Your name is Gohan. You
are my son.”
“Really? You don’t look old enough to be my
father.”
“I
am.”
“Are
you sure?”
Goku
felt, really, that Presta should be the one taking care of this problem, but
everytime the two of them got close to one another it seemed that Gohan’s
amnesia disappeared and his instinct to take and fuck took over. Which couldn’t happen, because Presta was
only fifteen and pregnancy wasn’t an option.
Besides…he had this squicky feeling in his stomach that Gohan was
technically related to Presta…he thought.
He could be wrong. He wasn’t
sure, and Goten wasn’t exactly awake to tell him one-way or the other. “Yes,” he said for the forty-ninth time, “I
am sure that I am your father.”
“Who’s
my Mother?”
Oh. The answers to that question. Unfortunately before he managed to get a
real answer in, Bardock jumped in the room and helpfully said: “She’s a bitch
so heinous that hell itself spat her back out.
In fact, we have a poll running that she got Dad drunk or high or something
before she took control of his mind and forced him into a very compromising
sex-act that could have resulted in complete mental retardation forever
scarring him. Luckily, my Mother, the
best Saiyan in all the universe, saved him from this fate and…well…you’re
doomed.” Bardock gave him a pat on his
shoulder and smirked at Gohan.
“You
poor man,” Gohan said. Patted him.
Goku
sighed again.
~~~***
“HOLY
FUCK!”
Gina
was sitting in her side of the room, tapping her fingers on the desktop
endlessly. Trying very hard not to be
mean to anyone else, when that shout—in two voices—startled her so bad she
actually fell out of chair she was sitting in and landed on her ass on the
floor. Had to scramble back to her feet
and get over to the side of the room where the twins were sitting up.
“Oh,”
Goten said, “How long?”
“A
week and three days,” Gina said, “What the fuck is that? A week!
Nobody sleeps for a week.”
“Shower
needed now,” Vegeta said. Scratched his
stomach and rolled out of bed. When he
did, Goten was yanked after him, and the younger twin landed on top his
brother, made some inelegant noise, and tried to shove himself off, but their
tails were wrapped up rather tightly, and their squirming was interrupted when
Trunks opened the door. Aya was next to
him and her eyes got really big.
“What
is Daddy doing?” she asked.
Trunks
smirked. “I’ll tell you when you’re
older.” Then he turned her around and
pushed her down the hall, stepped into the room and closed the door. “You know,” he said, “I always thought it
would be the other way around.”
“Not
me,” Gina said. Happily watched the
half-naked twins trying to get their tails unknotted, and every time they
jerked, they got pulled back together, so that if you didn’t look at the fact
they were wearing pants it would be very compromising indeed.
Of
course, that was interrupted when the door opened again and Vegeta (the mother)
appeared in the room. “What the fuck
are you doing?” he demanded.
Both
twins stopped. Which was almost worse
than the movement, because Vegeta (twin) had his legs bent and his knees were
pressed to Goten’s sides while both the older twin’s hands were around their
tails, and Goten was trying to get off his brother, so his hands were pressed
to the carpet and his knees were scrambling for purchase on the smooth wooden
floor.
“Hey,”
Goku appeared, “Aya says that Vegeta and Go…AHHHHHHH!” He stopped, pointed, and then looked at
Vegeta, looked at his sons, looked at his mate, looked at his sons and then
looked at her and Trunks. “You’re
WATCHING this?”
“We
should be taping it,” Gina said.
“’Geta,”
Goku said sadly, “Where did we go wrong?”
“Oh
stop being drama queens,” Goten said.
Had to say it without looking at them, because he was still trapped on
the floor thanks to his stupid tail.
When Vegeta finally did manage to get them untangled, Goten rolled over
onto his back, then, just to be a prick, looked at his brother and said:
“So…was it good for you?”
“I’ve
had better,” Vegeta replied. Then he
climbed to his feet. “Showering
now.” And promptly disappeared. Just left.
Just like that. Like she wasn’t
sitting around waiting for him to wake up every second of the past week and
three days. Like she wasn’t intolerably
horny.
“Are
you absolutely sure?” that was Gohan.
Goku
looked murderous. “YES. DAMMIT!
FOR THE LAST TIME. I AM YOUR
FATHER!”
~~~***
Vegeta
(young one, freshly showered and having consumed about two and half pigs worth
of meat) found Gina in their room, picked her up off the chair she was sitting
on, covered her mouth (which was opening to bitch at him doubtlessly) with his
and slid his hand (that one that wasn’t around her back) into her pants. She murmured something, wrapped her legs
around him, one arm around his shoulders and used the other to undo her
pants. With the zipper undone, he could
move his hand more freely, and he pressed her fingers against her until he felt
her get slick and then dipped inside of her body. Heard the moan and felt it, and she bit his lip. Licked it apologetically.
“Stop
teasing me, ass,” she said, dropped back away from him, ripped her shirt off,
and shimmied out of her pants. Tore his
pants open (wow, he should make her abstain more often if this was the result)
and wrapped her hands around him.
Dragged him forward by his erection, until her back was pressed against
the wall, then she hovered, and wrapped her legs around him, dug her heels into
his back and he slid into her body.
Made her moan again, and he covered that scar on her shoulder with his
mouth. Dug his teeth into her as he
started to move. Faster and harder
until she was digging her fingernails into him and cursing dirty things like:
“Fuck…harder!” He was more than willing
to comply.
Lifted
her up by the tail until she was just the right height for him to pound
into. And he did, thrust into her
faster and harder until he felt like his hips were bruising, and she just
panted and growled and dug into him harder, shivered and pulsed around him. Her blood was hot in his mouth and it was
that, the reclaiming of her as she lost all her breath and beat his shoulders
with her hands that finally drove Goten out of his mind for the first time
since Buu. He kissed her as she shook,
and stopped moving, waited for her to catch her breath again, and she smiled at
him.
“I
missed you,” she murmured.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Goten: Where’s
my sex?
Trunks: That’s
what I’d like to know.
Lil’Geta: I
think it left when it realized you have a child to deal with.
Goten: Damn
Presta.
Trunks:
*sigh * I guess I’ll just have
to amuse myself without you.
Goku: Poor
dear. *pats Trunks *
Macha:
Yes. Yes it is.
;)
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