Mental Therapy
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Mental Therapy
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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.
(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.
Humor. Slash.
He
picked the dirt out from under his fingernails. Wriggled his toes.
Thought about the capsule system.
There was an essential flaw in the hardware somewhere.
because he would have to enlarge the whole system, tinker around with it and
then collapse it back into the silver case.
ERG. Too much work.
Goten
stifled the yawn, spread his legs a bit wider, lifted his hips up.
idiot anyway. He could just hear Vegeta
giving him a lecture about how he should not be allowing a stupid human put
things inside of him. He didn’t
smirk—because that would probably distract the grunting idiot and while Goten
liked sex generally, it wasn’t that much fun when you were the equivalent to
the hole in the wall. Wanted to ask for
a toothpick. Just because.
Touched
his scar. Wondered if that was Vegeta
bugging him. Felt his fingers brush the
mark again.
THANK
YOU KAMI.
He
concentrated—not much, but a little—tightened himself around the idiot.
Whatever.
again. Waited for a few seconds.
his belt loops. Rolled his eyes.
here. Pressed his whole hand over the
mark on his arm.
“Leaving
so soon?”
“Fuck,
yeah,” Goten said. Raised two fingers
to his forehead, didn’t even bother to be discreet about his hidden alien
heritage as he disappeared out of the smelly room and reappeared sitting next
to his brother on their cliff. Felt
dirty. “We have so got to find more
Saiyans.”
“I
told you that you had bad sex.”
“I
doubt that even qualifies as sex.” He
stared at his hand. “I could have had
more fun by myself.”
“That
is truly sad.”
Goten
picked up a rock, dropped it.
Calculated its terminal velocity before it hit the ground.
moron’s room. “Hey, just a minute,” he
said, Instant Transmissioned back to the room.
Endured the high-pitched screech that resulted from his sudden
reappearance. Ignored it.
shoes. Then disappeared again.
Found
that Vegeta had stood up in his brief absence.
“What
did you need?” Goten asked. He hopped on one foot as he pulled his shoe on, and
then the other. “Or was this payback
for the other day?”
“I
just thought you should know that mom’s pregnant again.”
“WHAT?!”
Goten shouted, “Really?!”
“No,
I lie to you because I have no other source of entertainment.”
I was going to beat you to a fucking pulp for telling mom that I put the
pink hair dye in his bathroom when it was your idea; but seeing how you just
suffered through shitty sex, I’ll let you go.”
“Oh,
please. Don’t be so kind.”
mind. Instantly realized why his mother
was pregnant again and thought that it was a pretty odd reason.
were fighting the bubblegum man?”
“His
name was Buu,” Vegeta said, “And yes.
He gave me a fucking migraine.”
“Like
being around girls who are going out of their time of fertility?”
This could make a lot of sense.
“Yes;
actually. But why does that have
anything do with…”
“And
doesn’t it seem to you that for the past couple of weeks our parents have been
entirely too interested in disappearing?”
“I
fail to see where you’re going with this.”
Goten
sighed. “Of course you do.
the bad-temper and attitude.
follow this: Every eight years Mom goes
through a fertility cycle.”
~~~~***
Goku
pressed his h ove overtop of Vegeta’s, smelled the great smell of sex and
Vegeta. Wondered how it was that they
ended up against the wall. But they
were. He was pressed up against
Vegeta’s sweaty back, buried inside of his mate, smelling his hair, hands over
his mates.
Very
nice.
And
Vegeta was doing that whole body shuddering thing every time he pushed into
him. Pushing back against him.
together.
Goku
slid against him. Farther inside of
him. Raised his mate up off his feet by reaching down, pulling the legs up,
hooking his hands around the thighs and leaving Vegeta to steady himself with
his hands on the wall. Pressed in
harder, angled the hips so he could go deeper still, and at the same time, as
he ground his own teeth together, he became aware that the general smell of his
mate had changed.
Didn’t
spend very much time to think about when he heard his name being groaned
out. Swiveled his hips, lifted Vegeta
so that he was barely still side of him, moved his hands up to the slim waist,
turned his mate and then pulled the perfect body back down.
against his stomach, and he released inside of Vegeta.
other.
“Hey,
‘Geta,” he said quietly. Knowing that
admitting this next bit of information was probably going to end with him
getting yelled at. “I think you’re
pregnant.”
“I
already knew that, Kakarot.” Vegeta
pulled back, leaned on his shoulders against the wall.
“How?!”
“I
don’t need you to tell me what happens with my own body.”
“It’s
not your body,” he said, felt himself hardening—ah, bless Saiyan
constitution—again. “Its all
mine.” He watched Vegeta shake his
head, but he felt the quickening all around him, the re-awakening erection
against his stomach. Kissed him, his
lips, his chin, his neck, shoulders.
Murmured: “Mine, mine, mine,” as he did.
Felt
Vegeta stretching against him, grinding against his hips, and he just
smiled. Kissed him on the mouth, opened
his lips, thought as he slid his tongue inside to taste his mate, that this,
too, was all his.
“OH,
shit,” was the interruption, “I thought we all sat down and had that lovely
discussion about how you two were only supposed to fuck in your room.”
“Apparently,”
that was Goten, because he had that tone in his voice, “The rules do not mean
anything to them. I guess this means
we’ll just have to go and beat the shit out of each other without them.”
“Parents!”
that was Vegeta, with a playful disdain in his voice. And then they were gone.
Vegeta
(His mate) pulled back, licked his lips and frowned over Goku’s shoulder at
where the twins had been standing.
Bared his teeth as Goku pushed into him harder.
contentment, and Goku kissed him again.
(Who wouldn’t?) Ran his hands up
and down the strong planes of his mate’s body, chanted ‘mine’ in his own
head.
~~****
Mud wrestling.
him to a mud-wrestling tournament.
Scantily clad women, rolling around in mud while an overly
testerone-filled male sprayed them down with a hose. He had to wonder about Goten sometimes; because he came up with
the oddest forms of amusement. But the
idiot stood there, tilted his head to one side, hands in his pockets, watched.
Boring.
“Why
are we here?”
“Spare
me your opinion,” Goten said.
Puke.
he always seemed to get when he was reflecting on something that he didn’t want
to think about. Emotions.
often, Goten would reflect on the meaning of emotion. This generally brought about a fistfight.
minutes.” If he was going to get into a
fight he wanted to take care of something first.
He
blinked out of existence and reappeared in a shower—not his own shower—and the
current occupant of said shower just looked at him. Her hands in her soapy hair, smiled at him.
“GINA!”
was her mother’s scream. “WHAT WAS THAT
NOISE?”
“I
dropped the shampoo bottle, mother!” she yelled. Gave him that sly grin and let the water rinse all the soap out
of her hair, watched it as her hair straightened out and went down her perfect
back. She stepped closer to him and
grinned, shook her head to get the hair off her shoulder, and he bent his head
and kissed the mark he’d left on her.
Whispered into her ear:
“When
are you going to tell her?”
Gina
snorted. “Tell her that I got claimed
by an alien who bit me?” Another little
snort. “Never, I was thinking.”
to press her lips to his, and he put his arm around her—felt water soaking him
even though he was still dressed. She
said: “A kitten would help me tell her.”
Her hand went around his back, stroked his tail.
about me?”
Vegeta
shrugged. “Never.”
hand.
“You’re
being paged,” she said. Stepped away
from him. “You’d better go.”
He
didn’t want to, but she turned her back to him, and he felt his fingers press
over the scar again. Conceded that he
had to go deal with his brother, and blinked back out of existence.
his brother hit the ground, and a group of the smelliest humans he had ever
smelled were laughing their heads off.
Jeering, and there was one that spit at the ground just below Goten’s
feet.
“WHAT
THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING ALLOWING THAT IDIOT TO PUSH YOU TO THE
GROUND?” Vegeta looked down at his
brother, saw the grinning face look back up at him.
“I
don’t want to hurt them,” was the defense, “They’re all really flimsy.”
“Flimsy?”
was the angry demand, “Was I flimsy when I was fucking you?”
Goten
rolled his eyes, and Vegeta felt a spike of anger inside of him.
hair, hauled him up to his feet and said: “You let that asshole fuck you?”
Goten
just grinned—like grinning was going to solve everything—and shrugged.
of them.) “Come on, ‘Geta, I can’t fight them.
I’ll probably break them all.”
“Excuse
me?” the pack leader said.
“Do
it,” Vegeta said, “Or I will.”
“Neither
one of you would be able to take all of us on.”
Goten
gave him that scowl. But Vegeta saw the
darkness rising in him; like emotion.
Darkness that Goten never inhibited, but he could feel it.
the ground and turned to face the oncoming crowd. “I’ll try to go easy on you.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Don’t
worry. The twins are not going to take
over the story. Next chapter will be
much more of Vegeta and Goku.
Lil’Geta: What the
fuck do you think you’re doing?
Goten: Trying to
assuage all their manly prides.
Vegeta: If you
don’t kick their asses I will kick yours.
Gk: Come on guys,
leave Goten alone. He was just being
nice.
Both ‘Getas:
NICE?!
Goten & Gk:
Here we go again.
LadyLupin:
Yeah!
thought about writing a sequel for a whole five seconds when I posted the last
chapter of the other one. And then I
wrote it.)
Getarian:
Yep.
laugh-riot. (I like humor.)
there’s going to be shenanigans afoot.
Oh, and lemons. Oh, and Goku
& Vegeta going at it like bunny rabbits!
Yeah! Smut!
Humor!
(I’m
insane. It’s allright.)
Mechanical Butterfly
Well,
Gomia, Vegeta (the little one) will soon reveal the origin of this “don’t bite
anyone” rule. I promise.
you. (Hate to have you constantly
wondering.)
Jaygoose:
Oi.
the same story. That ought to be
interesting.