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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.
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.
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They
entered the living room to find his little brother watching his mate with their
baby brother. Looked at the way Goten
was counting off things in his mind (could tell he was working through some
math problem because his finger tips tapped against his leg as he did it.) Couldn’t stand that the idiot either hadn’t
found out about Kane or did not care.
Because it was going to drive him crazy if all these fights he was
waiting for didn’t just show up soon.
Gina
plopped down on the couch next to Trunks and ticklerdocrdock. Made funny faces at him. And his baby brother laughed, bounced
rapidly up and down and put his arms out to reach for her.
That
made him smile, because Gina was going to be a great mom. (And since he had told her about her little
condition, she was going to be a Mom soon.
She didn’t seem to mind this news that she was pregnant. Just asked him how he knew, listened to him
tell her that he could smell it and asked when she would know for sure
from a pregnancy test.)
Goten
looked at him. Gave him a faint
grimace. “You know,” he said, “It was
just a low-blow to go to his Mommy like that.”
And
apparently his twin did realize that Vegeta had intervened and put an end to
the Kane bullshit. Didn’t seem to
concerned about it—which was bad, because that meant Goten was busy being
concerned about something else. “Well,”
Vegeta said, “She got him to drop the lawsuit pretty damn fast and the criminal
charges.”
“You
told her that he was obsessed with me.”
“He
was.”
“Low
blow. I never figured you tattle on him
to his Mom. Just think what would
happen if someone told our Mom everything we ever did.”
“Yeah,
well, apparently someone told Dad about the Truth or Dare thing.” Turned to look at Gina, she just
grinned. Didn’t look very concerned
about it. But he could still feel the
bruise on his jaw from the fight that had caused. There were very few things (concerning sex anyway) that made his
Dad angry but apparently feeling up your brother in front of a crowd of
sick-minded freaks was one of them. Not
that he had particularly enjoyed it. In
fact, he had to scrub his skin raw when the deed was done and brush his teeth
until they bled just to get the feeling of discomfort to leave. Goten—the king of ‘I can not be bothered’
had just laughed and dared all the rest of them to go streaking in the middle
of afternoon traffic. They all got
arrested and the twins never saw them again.
“Uh-oh,”
Goten said, “What are you going to get in trouble for that you haven’t told
me?” Goten asked. Stood up, looked toward the front door.
“I’m
pregnant,” Gina said. “That’s probably
what it is.”
Goten
punched him in the arm. “You dog.” But he stood there, next to him, waited for
the door to open and their mother to enter—plenty annoyed just by the look of
him. And their father was not far
behind, still trying to get his shirt on and muttering little pleady things
like:
“But
‘Geta, I promised!” And “You can’t take
away the sex!”
“What
is it?” their mother demanded.
Goten
gave him a look as if to ask if he wanted to speak first or if they should work
that whole angle where they both had something they ed ted to say that would
land them in the hot water. (It was
always easier to get both of them in trouble at once since they had a joint
punishment and got it all over at once.)
“Gina’s
pregnant,” Vegeta said.
“WHAT?!”
Mom yelled. He looked like he was going
to keep going with that yell, but Gina pushed her way between the twins and
stood in front of them.
“Now
you wait just a damn minute,” she snapped, “Before you say anything I think you
need to remember that you’re sons are both grown up and more than capable of
taking care of themselves. For that
matter, so I am I.”
Mom
snorted. “You’re nowhere near old
enough to decide anything.”
“Oh,
really?” she snapped, “Well, thankfully I don’t have to listen to what you tell
me to do, Mummy, because there is no law in the universe that says I need your
damn permission to get pregnant.”
“No,
all you need is a great deal of hormonal stupidity.”
“This
coming from you?” she said, put her hands on her hips, stared right back at him
when he gave her a stare. “He who got
mated while he was seeing the world in rainbow vision? Or more than that, you’re the one that drank
a whole beaker full of something you had no idea what it was. So if we’re handing out Stupidity awards, I
think you just won the grand prize.”
Goten
started to laugh, grabbed his stomach and almost fell on his ass as he
laughed. Their father was covering his
mouth with his hand and trying very hard not to say something like ‘She’s right
‘Geta’ because they all knew that she was.
Vegeta, himself, was having a hard time not laughing at his mate as she
effortlessly stared down his mother.
And
his Mom, he was standing there giving her a mighty glare, and narrowed his
eyes. Smiled—shockingly a real smile
that meant whatever that test he had to judge people by, Gina had just passed
it. “If not for my stupidity,” he said,
“You wouldn’t be standing here.”
She
smiled back. “So I owe you a debt of
gratitude that you’re less than average in the brains department. That doesn’t mean you’re going to be giving
me a hard time about being pregnant.”
He
patted her shoulder. “The pregnancy
will give you a hard enough time all on its own.”
Goten
finished laughing and sighed. “Now lets
see which one of them screams t he loudest,” he said, then cleared his throat
and informed the room that: “I’m working on fixing the hormone therapy that
made Mom a Mommy so I can have kids.”
~~~***
“No!”
Goku said, jumped in front of Vegeta.
“You’re going to give it Trunks right?”
He didn’t give a damn if Goten had forty kids or not, just so as long as
his son wasn’t the one that got pregnant.
He had barely survived his son’s insanity during puberty, he could not
even begin to imagine what the hell he would be like if he was pregnant. Trunks was down-right mellow in compared to
his own mate and his son.
“Uhhh…”
Goten said.
Vegeta
seemed to agree with him. “Don’t even
think about drinking it yourself.”
“Absolutely
no,” Vegeta—Goten’s twin—said, “You have no idea what you changing your body
would do to me. And we are not going to
be finding out while you change yourself into a woman.”
“Hey,”
Vegeta (his mate) said, and smacked his oldest son, “I am not a woman.”
“Maybe
you three should shut the fuck up,” Gina said.
She pushed Goku back, and turned to glare at her own mate. “Because this decision isn’t any of yours to
make. It’s between Goten and
Trunks.”
“But,”
Goku said, “You don’t know what its like to have a pregnant Saiyan
around!” He tried very hard not to
remember the horribly un-fond memories of the mood swings. Tried not to imagine his spastic
chaos-causing migraine-inducing revenge and sex-happy son as big around as a
barrel and hormonally imbalanced. Goten
pregnant could be the end of the world.
“Even
so,” she said, “It’s his choice to make.”
“Its
not just his,” Vegeta (his son) said, “We’re tied together and of he does that
to himself it might change something about me.”
“He’s
right about that,” Goten conceded, “From what I know about Twins, anything that
happens to one has an effect on the other.”
Gina
rolled her eyes and turned around to look at Trunks, who was still sitting on
the couch with Bardock in his lap—who was now facing his family and leaning
back against Trunks. “What do you have
to say about this?”
“Not
much,” Trunks said.
“Goten
is not drinking that stuff,” Vegeta (the mother) said, “There is no way in hell
we are going to allow that to happen.”
“It
would just be too risky.” Goku meant
this with every fiber in his body. Because he had faced Buu and he had defeated (helped anyway)
him. But he wasn’t so sure that was
even considered a challenge in comparison to dealing with his son should he get
pregnant.
“What
are you so afraid of?” Gina asked.
“Me,”
Goten said, grinned and seemed to be very happy with himself.
“Whatever,”
she said, “I’m going to go have lunch.”
“Me
too,” Goten agreed, followed her out of the room and left his family standing
there gawking at one another, with Trunks.
~~~***
Trunks
had some lingering, vain hope that someday they would be able to sleep in a
different room. Because he really liked
sleeping next to his mate, feeling how close they were and all that good crap,
but he didn’t like that Vegeta was always in there with them. Had to be or Goten wouldn’t sleep. He would just lie there, tapping his fingers
against his leg, staring off into space somewhere, but not sleeping. It was just plain odd that the two of them
wouldn’t or couldn’t sleep unless they were within so many feet of the other.
Tonight,
he was laying with Goten, and Vegeta had yet to make his way upstairs to sleep,
which mean he was yawning and trying not to fall asleep while Goten worked
through some problem in his mind and swished his tail around behind him like
pendulum.
“If
I don’t take the hormones, will you?” Trunks asked.
“Probably. Its not that big of a deal—although I
remember Dad saying that there were a few times during Mom’s first pregnancy
where he wished he could havockeocked him out and left Mom tied up in the
basement.”
“It
means that much to you?”
“I
don’t know,” Goten said, looked at him.
“Nothing really matters that much to me. Except you. My brothers. Parents.
Gina sort of. That’s it.”
“Do
you want it to mean something?”
Again,
a shrug. “I guess I want to have
something that means that much. Vegeta
got all the emotion bullshit. I
didn’t.” Kissed him. Fleetingly, like he was trying to understand
something in his own mind. Trunks just
hugged him, stayed close to him.
Closed
his eyes and thought. Wondered if
having children would make Goten care.
Wondered if he had children if that would change the fact that he didn’t
give a shit if he died or lived.
Wondered if it would calm the chaos that came with not having to feel
anything too deeply.
“I
won’t be disappointed if you don’t want to,” Goten told him.
But
you want to be disappointed, Trunks thought, you would want to feel
something. Sighed. Contemplated how strange his life had become
and what might have happened if Goten had never thought he had a nice ass. Blessed his nice ass, and all the wonderful
things that happened to him because of it.
“Did you tell Bulma that I was her son from another dimension?” he
asked. Had wanted to ask that since he
first saw her, but didn’t, and didn’t go anywhere near her because she looked
just like his mother and she wasn’t.
“Mom
and Dad did. You should go see her, ya
know. She’s really a nice person. Doesn’t particularly like me most of the
time, but that’s because I gave her gray hair.”
“You
said it would take a year?” he asked.
“Less
if Bulma helps. She figured out the mix
for Mom pretty fast.”
Heard
Vegeta climbing the stairs, and felt Goten yawning. “Okay,” he said. Didn’t
think too hard about what he had just agreed to, felt lips on his face and
smiled.
“Thanks,”
Goten told him as he yawned again and the door opened. Held him tighter and drifted to sleep as
Vegeta and Gina settled in their bed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
That be the end folkals.
Gk:
But…But…
Trunks:
Whew. I was worried there for a
few moments that I was going to end up pregnant.
Lil’Geta:
There is always the sequel.
Goten:
yeah! Smut! Smut for everyone!
Gina: None
for you. *glares at Lil’Geta.*
Gk:
haha. Better you than me.
Vegeta: Watch
it.
Gk:
Sorry.
Tatoosh:
Yeah. I was going to do a sequel whether folks
voted or not, but its good to hear that people want it.
Jaygoose:
Hm. I’ve never seen Trunks pregnant either. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm…. Going to fix that problem…
Getarian:
That
would be cool. Gathering up the Dragon
balls and wishing Gina into a Saiyan.
Oh,
the comment was: he said ‘when?’ (do you want to have kids.) she said ‘soon’
and he said: ‘good.’ So why was it good
that she wanted kids soon? (that was
she wanted explained.)
Alright,
I’ve got this theory about my Goten:
Mostly he reminds us all of his father.
But everyone knows that Vegeta could care less about those folks that
don’t pass his ‘test.’ In that sense,
Goten is like his mother. He doesn’t
give a shit if the whole world got sucked into a black hole just so long as his
brother, mate and family were okay.
(and he got all the sex he wanted.)
He doesn’t feel things like Vegeta does. He’s not afraid of death, or anything else. Like it says back in the first chapters, it
takes him years to build up enough baggage to have a ‘black mood’ while it
takes Lil’Geta like what, two days? So
there is a void of real ‘feeling’ there.
Or at least, that’s what I think.
Lol. Goku would be like ‘what are you going to
use the IT technique for?’ and Vegeta would say: ‘to get away from your horny
ass’ and then Goku would go all caveman and spend days reminding Vegeta why he
shouldn’t want to get away…
I
love me Saiyans. Gk & Geta fan
100%. And Trunks. I really like Trunks. (that should be obvious since he’s snuck his
way into every single fanfic.)
Thanks
about the job. *bites
fingernails.* I’m writing all this
response on Sunday because I have to go to work at 1AM in the morning (which is
about 16 hours from now) and I think I’ll be a little tired and annoyed when I
hom home Monday morning. I hope it goes
okay.
Webtester 01:
Lol. I don’t think Trunks could one-up Goten for
long. We all know how Goten likes his
revenge. It would be funny to watch
them try to outdo each other.
Mechanical Butterfly:
THANK
GOODNESS, that in this story Saiyans don’t reproduce like they do in More of
Us, Even More of Us or Frosting Chronicles (which should really be called Too
damn many of us, considering Goku has his adopted four kids, Goten has two
(plus one adopted one), Takashi’s got a chick pregnant with three, and there
are sixty other little ones running about all willy-nilly.an
an
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> No, in this fic there is one baby a
mama. So, while three kids are a
handful (especially when they are ½, ¾, and full Saiyan kids) they are not
everywhere.
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