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Mental Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mental Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-Lemony Interlude
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-Funny Interlude
- 15-13
- 16-14
- 17-15
- 18-16
- 19-17
- 20-18
- 18
- 19
- 20
Mental Therapy

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Sequel to Hormone Therapy

Sequel
to Hormone Therapy

First:
A) As this is a sequel it is entirely necessary for you to read the story
before it: Hormone Therapy. It is not necessary to read Cross-eyed, but
it would be nice if you did.

B) (Just in case I don�t make it obvious) Takes place 16 years post
Hormone Therapy & 1 year (probably about nine months) prior to the Twin�s
filching the Time Machine.

Second:
I don�t own DBZ. I own Vegeta�s uterus, his twin sons: Lil�Geta &
Goten.

Third:
Smut. Humor. Slash. Crude language.

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

The
bathroom was steamy, and she was sitting in the (really big) tub with her back
pressed to Vegeta�s chest, knees pulled up, his hands on her and she just
sighed. Loved this turn of events,
because her parents could not harass her any longer. (She almost wanted them to, just to see what Goten would do to
them if they tried.) She was with her
mate, and his family, and for the first time in her life she felt as if she
were really home.

The
hot water rocked when Vegeta shifted behind her, and she felt his wet tail
against her side, ran her fingers over it, thought of what it would be like to
have little kids of her own one day.
That thought was reoccurring more and more as of late because she
babysat Bardock a lot�which made Goku really really happy and the grown up
Vegeta was starting to give her a glare as if to say �are you trying to kill
me?�

Vegeta�s
hands moved from her knees to her stomach, he bent and kissed the scar on her
shoulder. Didn�t say anything, but she
didn�t really expect him to. He was
waiting for the fight�she knew that just by the way he was tense all the
time�waiting for Goten to realize that he had intervened and handled Kane.

�I
want babies,� she said, turned her head, looked at him. Felt one of his hands moving up to cover her
breast and he smiled.

�How
many?�

�I
don�t know, three or four. I was
talking to Goten,� a few days ago when he had reappeared after she had splurted
out his Truth or Dare indiscretions and he had been grinning, sporting many a
bruises and bleeding. But he was happy
about it, hugged her, and thanked her for giving him such a wonderful excuse to
fight. �He said that if we want kids we
should have them while I�m young.�

�He�s
not always right, you know.�

�I
think he�s right,� she said, felt his hand move from her stomach to her thigh
and shifted, felt the hot water getting warmer and didn�t whimper, even though
she wanted to because his fingers were moving up and down the length of her
thigh. �I don�t think it�ll be a piece
of cake to carry your little babies.�

�You�re
more than strong enough,� he murmured.
Kissed behind her ear, moved down to her neck, murmuring little things
like that. Let his fingers brush
against her, made her jerk her legs and dammit, the asshole was trying to
distract her from this conversation.

She
reached her arms behind her, wrapped both her hands around him as he was
hardening against her, and squeezed�hard enough that it probably hurt. �Stop it,� she said, �I want to finish this
talk.�

�I
thought we were finished,� he said, didn�t stop his fingers as they teased her
entrance, and she grit her teeth and tried not to let him win.

�So
we�re going to have babies?�

�Not
if you don�t loosen up your grip,� he said this with a dark irony. �It would be more difficult for you to get
pregnant if you accidentally harmed that.�

�You�re
impossible,� she said to him, felt his fingers push inside of her, and leaned
her head on his shoulder, whimpered and opened her legs as wide as they could
go to give him all the space he could want.
Brought her hands in front of her again, raised one to grab his hair and
the other to wrap around his tail.

�Not
really.� He grabbed her waist, turned
her around, and pulled her onto him, exhaled like a moan when he slid into her,
and she took extreme satisfaction in knowing that only she could make him moan
like that, see his face when it looked like that, taste him when he kissed her,
and anybody else that thought they ever got to see him this way was a fucking
liar because she was the only one.

�When?�
he asked. Nuzzled her breasts and
sucked on the skin between them.

�I
don�t know. Soon.�

�That�s
good,� he said. Moved his mouth to
capture one of her nipples and used his hands to move her on his erection.

She
would have demanded he explain that comment, but the water was splashing
against her already overly-warm skin and he was moving inside of her, touching
her and tasting her, and she only had enough focus to grab his hair and try not
to scream out what a great boyfriend he was.

~~***

�Here,�
Goten said. Held out little Bardock�by
his tail�and waited for Trunks to look up at the upside down baby before he
dropped him in his lap. �Dad took Mom
to their �special� place so they could have sex without scarring poor �Geta
anymore.�

�What?�

�Dad
likes to scream Mom�s name. Makes �Geta
get all twitchy.�

�So
we have to baby-sit?� He picked up the
little baby, held him upright as Bardock started to bounce, wrapped his tail
around Trunks� fingers and made a happy face as he blew bubbles. Wrapped one of his tiny, chubby little hands
around Trunks� thumb and reached the other hand out to grab at him. �Are they supposed to be this active? Isn�t he like only three months old?�

�Something
like that,� Goten said, sat in the chair next to the couch and yawned. �But he�s a Saiyan. We skip over that sleep, eat and poop stage
pretty fast. Give him a few more months
and he�ll be walking.�

�And
you want kids?�

�Yep.�

Which
was not something Trunks would have thought he would hear from Goten. His mate seemed pretty damn happy with his
fucky-go-lucky lifestyle. He would have
thought that having kids would have interrupted that �lets go pin you against
the wall and suck you until you�re screaming like a four year old�
mentality. (Not that having children
had ever interrupted Goku.) But as he
watched Goten watching him and little Bardock, he realized that there was a
downside in the lack of caring.

Vegeta
cared about everything, Trunks knew, cared and felt so much that it was a
wonder the boy hadn�t killed himself with the depth of emotion. But Goten saw everything, understood
everything and didn�t feel it.

�Do
you really think you can get that hormone therapy to work?� he asked.

�Depends
on which one of us would be the one to use it,� he said, �Technically, both of
us share genetics with my Mom, but since you�re part human it would take longer
to get the appropriate mix.�

�Any
estes tes on that time?� Lord, here he
was thinking about drinking something he didn�t even know would work the right
way so he could grow a uterus and be able to give his mate (which he had only
known for a wopping seven months) children.
What a boring life he had been leading before he had met the twins. Fighting psychotic androids was cake
compared to living in this nut-house universe.

�Probably
at least a year.� A sigh. �Bulma said it took her a couple of months
to get the stuff right for my Mom. She
said she would help if I told the parents about it and you agreed to it.�

Great. Now he was going to have to make a decision.

~~***

He
tightened his grip on the black hair and panted, blessed the arm around him
that kept him standing and shamelessly thrust his hips forward, into the hot
mouth that was wrapped around him.
Heard Kakarot mumble something, didn�t fucking care what he said just so
he didn�t move away. Let his head hang
back, felt the arm that was around him between his legs, felt the fingers
inside of him and the mouth on him, and thought he was the luckiest damn Saiyan
in the history of Saiyans.

Moved
endlessly against the fingers and the mouth, undulating like water, and wanted
more, wanted to be moving harder, wanted to feel Kakarot inside of him, wanted
to be inside of him. Wanted to scream
and pant and beg. Didn�t, but he wanted
to.

Bit
his lip and felt the moan in his chest that was rising, breaking through his
control and he yelled when he felt the baka chuckle amusedly, felt the throat
against his erection, and the tongue hot and pressing against the long vein on
the underside of his hardness. Felt his
hips jerk a last time and the spiraling insanity as he released, the slick slipperiness
around Kakarot�s fingers inside of him, and groaned again as the baka swallowed
around him.

Shuddered
and collapsed against the arm that held him and the body that was
standing�fingers still inside of him.
Felt lips on the scars on his shoulders, kissed Kakarot when he nuzzled
his face. Released his death-hold on
the black hair and panted to catch his breath.
Watched his mate lick his lips and felt the hardness against him.

�I
love how you taste,� Kakarot told him, licked his shoulders, wrapped his
hands�both of them now�around Vegeta�s waist, lifted him up held him in place
while he licked his skin everywhere he could reach.

Was
slightly suspicious that something was about to be revealed he didn�t
necessarily want to hear, because Kakarot was being pretty damn nice. Licked his hand and dropped it between them,
gripped his mate�s hardness and tugged on it.
�What?� he asked. Wanted to know
right now if there was something he was going to have to be pissed about.

��Geeeeettaaaaaaaaa,�
the baka whined.

�Tell
me what you�re hiding.� Another tug.

�I
can�t.�

�Yes
you can.� Held Kakarot with one hand
and pressed his hips against him, teased his mate by pressing against him,
brushing his erection against Vegeta�s entrance but not letting him move
inside. Kept doing that, watched
Kakarot get more and more desperate and said again: �Tell me.�

�But� I�m not supposed to. I promised.�

�Promised
who?� Vegeta asked, let his mate slip into him just a bare inch, pulled back,
watched his face as he got more and more annoyed about it.

�Vegeta,�
he said, �I promised him I wouldn�t tell you.�
Then he used his grip on Vegeta�s body to bring him down completely onto
his erection, smiled�because he had succeeded in getting inside of his mate�and
looked at Vegeta.

Now,
what the hell could his idiot son have told his father (probably accidentally)
that he didn�t want to tell his mother?
Hmm. He wondered. (Not really, and there was a great well of
annoyance rising in him that he was once again trapped against his mate, and
unable to disappear and go scream at his idiot son. He really needed to learn that damn IT thing.)

�Hurry
up,� Vegeta said.

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

Goten: Look
at you interrupting their lemon without even having to be there!

Lil�Geta: I
know. I�m so talented.

Gina:
Hmph. We better get to the next
chapter pretty damn quick so you can explain that little comment you made.

Trunks:
*frantically thinking about how much he loves his �private area� just
the way it was. And how much he likes Goten and whether or not he should say
yes to the insane plan of Goten�s. *

Gk: That was
not a good lemon. Vegeta got all the
good parts and I have to �hurry up� what kind of bullshit is that?!

Vegeta:
Oh. Please. You are such a whiny bastard sometimes.

Emma:

Hm. I got all votes for a sequel thus far. (of
course those folks that don�t want one probably won�t review and say �hell no�
or anything.)

Jaygoose:

Well,
yes, I felt I should ask because I could keep writing forever and it doesn�t
mean anyone wants to read it.

Webtester 01

Yes,
Goten did make a noise. *sigh * I like my Saiyans with tails. It was how they were supposed to be.an>

Mechanical Butterfly:

Little
hentai. *shakes head * You want to watch the twins. (Or read about them.) Unfortunately, I don�t think I could really
fit that into this fic. *Tries to
imagine having to justify Goten & �Geta just randomly kissing. *

Getarian:

Yeah,
I think it was easier for (Mummy) Vegeta because he didn�t have a choice. But Trunks actually has to think about
it. (Thankfully now that Trunks is
non-virgin, Goten can stop teasing him.)

No,
its not TMI (for me anywho, other folks might be blinking and wondering why you
shared~we�ll just ignore them.) I
understand. I ran into fanfiction by
accident, and Lemons by an even bigger accident. My friend told me about it (this while she was obsessed with
Gundum Wing) and I went on the internet to look for stuff. Found Weiss Kruez and started reading those,
didn�t read anything that didn�t have my favorites in it because I wasn�t
interested in folks getting all sweaty and groiny if it wasn�t the ones I
liked. You have to actually care about
the character before you give a damn if they�re naked and whatnot. Otherwise it�s like watching an infomercial
or something. You�re like �okay, could
you hurry up and finish already?�

Goodness,
how could I even think of writing a sequel that did not have Vegeta & Goku,
Lil Bardock, Gina&Geta in it as well as Trunks & Goten? Hmmm?
Goku would never stand for getting less than his fully helping of
sex. So have no worries that a sequel
wouldn�t involve everyone.

No update on Sunday! New job for me. *sob * So
updates might be at different time, but they should still be everyday. .
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy