Family Therapy

Such
as now, when he sat with his brother on a cliff and looked out over
nothing. The kids (charming
troublemakers) were busily getting in trouble somewhere, but they were their
mother’s headaches at the moment. Him
and his brother were being lazy.
Sitting and just breathing. Like
they used to do.

There
were still things he didn’t understand, such as why his brother was building a
large cage (and Goten refused to elaborate on why that was,) why Goten was
working to figure out how old they were when they died (he didn’t particularly
want to know, honestly) and lastly, why it was that Presta was fighting them so
hard.

Figured
that last one had puzzled many parents for many years.

“So,”
his brother said, “Who do you think will walk in on Mom and Dad first?”

“Probably…” he had to think about that for a
second. Because it was really just a
matter of bad luck. And he hated to
think of one of the kids (or himself) as having bad luck. “Bardock.
Just because he bitches about it so much.”

Goten
nodded. “Yeah. A good scarring with get rid of that high
and mighty attitude of his, I think.”

~~~***

There
was a rule, Goku knew, that everyone old enough to have sex had to restrict
their little sex escapades to their room while they were in the house, but once
outside they could do it wherever they pleased. And being the father of this family, he had always thought that
this rule did not apply to him. (Besides
the Twins made the rule, not him or Vegeta, and all the kids in the house were
old enough to know to turn their little selves around and walk right back out
of the room if they were offended.)

So,
he trapped Vegeta against the wall under the stairs and kissed him until he was
breathless and clawing at him, stroked his tail and ran his other hand through
the thick, dark hair. Was very happy
that his mate realized pants were just not an option for a while and had taken
to wearing a bathrobe when he managed to escape Goku (which was not very often
or for very long) and that robe was pretty easy to open, revealed all the nice
warm bronzed skin, flushed with slick sweat and so pretty.

He
kissed him and felt Vegeta’s arms tighten around his shoulders, felt that his
mate was lifting himself up, felt the legs go around him, and the hips tilted,
the warmth of Vegeta as he pressed against him, and Goku released his tail for
a moment to assist in the process of getting his erection inside of
Vegeta. Felt teeth run over his tongue
as he pressed inside the gloriously warm body, the moistness, and he
whimpered. Pulled back and looked at
Vegeta.

Who
was grinning.

Who
(after all these years) had finally given up the protesting and decided to
drive him insane whenever possible by using the fact that he was drop-dead
attractive against Goku. Tipped his head
back to show off his neck, and moaned his name. Wrapped his tail around Goku’s wrist and used the grip he hand on
his mate’s shoulders to lift and lower himself.

Just
as long agetageta still remembered that he was Goku’s. All was good.

He
ran his hands down the ribs and his thumbs over the stomach, wanted to see his
mate get nice and round with their baby again, wanted another baby and wasn’t
even entirely sure why. Didn’t question
it as he thrust into Vegeta, as he heard the noises that he escaped from the strong
chest, and the saw the flush creeping up his neck and onto his cheekbones. Traced that pinkened skin with his mouth and
claimed the mouth once more as he wrapped his hands around the hips and held
them still as he pounded into him.

~~~***

“You
know,” Trunks said as his back hit the solid metal bars of the cage, “I’m
pretty…” his mouth was covered here and he felt the hands on his pants, rolled
his eyes and tried to bit the lips that intended to silence him. Goten just grinned at him, moved down to his
shoulder and kissed the claim mark there.
“Sure that fucking on the bars is not the part of the instructions.”

“Sure
it is,” his mate replied. Slid his hand
down into Trunks pants, pressed his palm against his hardness and rubbed it,
grinned at him, had his other hand around his back, toying with the joint of
back and tail. He sucked on the claim
scar but didn’t bite into it, slowly sank down lower until he was on his knees,
looking up at Trunks with that evil grin on his face. And Trunks could only glare at him and bite his lip.

lor lord, if Bulma walked in on them again he would die right here and his poor
mate would be all alone.

Goten
didn’t give a damn one way or the other.
In fact, the only person that bothered him (when they walked in on him)
was little Aya. Mostly because as he
put it: she was too young to be getting these sorts of ideas. Presta he didn’t care as much about because
she was old enough to be having sex and if she was stupid enough to walk in she
would have to deal with her own mental scarring. But Aya, adorable little girl with her father’s grin, was still
the baby of the family.

Goten
freed him from his pants, slipped his fingers back, pressed them against the
slick entrance and sank his fingers into him.
Made Trunks rub his head against the bars of the cage and bit his
tongue. Which, in turn, made Goten all
that much more determined, and he leaned forward, panted against Trunks’
erection for a few moments, then licked him, and took all of him into his
mouth. Ran his teeth along the length
of Trunks’ hardness until he made his mate shiver, and then he sucked on
him.

The
fingers were slipping in and out smoothly, making it impossible to feel
anything but that single area of his body as it was stimulated into painful
pleasure, and he wrapped his fingers in the dark hair, panted and hoped like
hell that nobody came and interrupted because he was fairly cin hin he would
kill them if they tried. Moved his hips
against Goten, deeper into his mouth and down against the fingers and he
whined. Felt the pressure building, but
not fast enough, not nearly enough, and whimpered again.

Goten
pulled away from his erection, kept his fingers deep inside of him and looked
up. “Yes?”

Bastard.

Fucking
bastard.

Arrogant
fucking bastard.

And
Goten knew it, stood up—didn’t move his fingers mind you—and kissed him,
wrapped his tail around Trunks’ erection and opened up his mouth, slid his
tongue inside so he was invading every part of Trunks he could. Made him pant and twist and need more of
what he was getting, and with one last kiss, one last swipe of his tongue
across Trunks’ lips, he pulled away, dropped back to his knees and closed his
mouth around Trunks again.

Which
was probably the best course of action.
Trunks felt the coiled tightness in the pit of his stomach release,
sagged against his mate, and shuddered just a little as his clothes were fixed
properly. Watched Gotuck uck on his
fingers and the lab door opened, there were fast little footsteps and there
stood their baby.

“Dad!”
she said, stopped, crinkled up her nose and then made an ugly face. “Ew.
That’s…EW!” Turned, flaunted her
pretty tail and disappeared again.

“Hope
it wasn’t important,” Trunks said.

“If
it was, she’ll come back.” Goten got
back on his feet, grabbed the book of instructions and flipped a few pages,
corrected a couple of figures and then looked at the cage he had been steadily
building for two months.

And
sometimes, Trunks felt just a bit used—considering when Goten got stuck on
something he either got into a fist fight with his brother or sought out Trunks—not
much, but a bit. Climbed back to his
feet and took in the smell that he was now giving off. Figured he should go take a shower before
more children came to find him and screamed EW in his presence. Looked at his mate who was busily going over
the instructions making minute corrections and muttering to himself about
whatever purpose he was building this cage for.

“Showering
now,” he said—just so Goten wouldn’t be confused as to where he disappeared to—and
then he went back to the house.

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That’s about 80 words shy of the count.

Vegeta: Those 80
words should have been devoted to

Gk: SEX!

Goten: Gee. I wonder what else they could have been used
for.

Aya: Telling what
my hair color was.

Trunks: Its black.

Aya: *looks in
mirror * Yep. But they *points at audience * don’t know that.

Trunks: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! STOP WATCHING US! *hides behind sheet *

Gk: *looks at
audience * Oh, hi! *notices audience looking at Vegeta * HEY!
THAT’S MINE! *grabs Vegeta and
carts him off *

Kelly:

Oh,
thankies. Hope you like it.

Angry Monkey:

Probably
didn’t mention it. It’s just black
though. All black. No purple to speak of.

Ginia:

Yeah… Goten was just being a good brother. And Gohan probably does appreciate the
excuse to get away from his wife from time to time.

And
about that cage… … …

Macha:

Ah. The kids can’t do anything worse than what
the twins did. Hopefully. *looks nervous * It probably wasn’t the best idea to have everyone go into ‘season’
one right after the other like they did.
But it’s their sex life. We just
watch it. *wink *

Hn. Can’t say I played in mud very often. I loved to play I water though. Sadly I, too, do not have the ki to dry
myself off with. *laments this as well.
*