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Which
was the sequel to Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
A.
I do not own DBZ. If I owned it,
the twins would be in the show and everyone would be running and screaming in
fear of Goten’s insatiable need for chaos and sex. (However, I do own: Vegeta’s uterus, the twins, Trunks’ uterus
(when he gets one) and Gina.)
B.
If you did not read Hormone Therapy or Mental Therapy than you will be
as clueless as newborn. You should go
read Cross-eyed, but you don’t have to.
C.
There will be SEX. Between two
males and between man & woman.
There will be CRUDE LANGUAGE.
(Goten’s T-shirts will be mentioned.)
D.
And this is AU. And it’s all
about humor.
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Vegeta
(the twin one) actually felt pretty darn bad handing his mate, niece, older
brother, other niece and little brother to Goten on a silver platter and saying
“Gee, nobody has managed to pull a prank on Goten yet.” Because they asked. (Gina asked him, and said that Presta
pointed it out and Bardock wanted to settle the score (since his older brother
terrified him.) Pan showed up a few
days ago, grabbed his father and demanded that her Grandpa teach her how to
fight. Thusly, Gohan joined when he
came to find his child, and all of them standing there—with the exception of
his father—decided they would try to prank his twin.) Fools.yes"> And he was wearing one of those ‘shit-eating’ ‘you only think you’re
getting the better of me’ grins that made Trunks worry that someone had done something
they probably shouldn’t have.
This
went on for a few days. And then, he
woke up, pulled a floppy T-shirt (Sexy Beast) on with his pajama pants, went
nstanstairs and found his mate sleeping in the living room with his brother and
nephew—little Masuyo was awake and drooling on his father’s chest. So he picked up the little boy and carried
him into the kitchen where he found Presta.
AND
NEARLY DIED RIGHT THERE.
He
felt the laugh in his chest and didn’t quite manage to get it out. Coughed and little Masuyo had the cutest
bright, big-eyed look on his face and his fingers—which had been in his mouth—slipped
down as he stared in utter disbelief.
“What?”
Presta snapped at him.
Oh,
he wondered if she had seen a mirror lately.
Besides the neon blue hair, the strange flecked purple skin, her teeth were
orange and she had the phrase “BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME” written on her forehead
in big, black letters. He choked on the
laugh again, and Masuyo went from astounded to afraid and he started to cry,
ducked his head against Trunks’ shoulder and whimpered. “Nothing,” Trunks managed to say finally.
The
crying child brought both the twins to the kitchen, where Vegeta stopped dead in
his tracks and STARED.
“Why
is everyone STARING AT ME?!” Presta demanded.
Her
indignant demand was interrupted by a small, blue-skinned child ducking into
the kitchen. He skidded to a stop,
turned to look at his brother, and flashed his green teeth in a dangerous
growl. “Why’d you do this to me?!” His forehead said: “Good try.”
Goten
just grinned.
And
then the kitchen door was knocked on—politely—and Presta seemed to finally
realize that something was wrong as she looked down at her own hands. (As if she missed the fact that her skin was
purple before.) Started to make a
pissed-off screech. Vegeta, meanwhile,
opened the door and Pan came into the house with fuschia hair, orange skin and
blue teeth. She punched Goten in the
leg. “Asshole!” (Her forehead read “Champion Kicker”)
Gohan
stepped into the house and gave his brother a glare. “Thanks, Goten. How long
before it washes off.” Pointed at his
own forehead (Loser.) “And my hair grows back?” He was also bald.
Trunks
shooks his head—couldn’t stop himself from the need to laugh, so he turned,
took the poor terrified baby out of the kitchen, and as he entered the living
room Gina came down stairs—foggy eyed and yawning—“What’s happening?”
She
was rainbow colored from toes to the tips of her hair and her forehead said: “Bad
Girl.” She moved over to him and tried
to take Masuyo, but he took one look at her and screamed out in fright. So Trunks swallowed the laughter that was
making it difficult for him to even breath at this point and pushed her toward
the kitchen.
She
looked confused, went to the kitchen.
And you could hear her screech for miles in every direction.
~~~***
Vegeta
(the mother) stepped into the kitchen the next morning to find a whole table
full of brightly colored people and his second son sitting on the kitchen
counter, with his mate right in front of him, between his legs, both of them
grinning. His oldest was holding his
son and shaking his head.
“I
told you not to try anything,” Vegeta (his son) said.
Which
explained why there were multi-colored folks sitting at his table, and one
bald, normally colored Gohan with ‘Loser’ written on his forehead. Kakarot ran into him—he usually did if
Vegeta stopped suddenly—and he burst out laughing.
“Oh,
man, guys!” he said, “You all look ridiculous!”
Ridiculous
was being kind. They looked downright
idiotic. And knowing his child, that
dye wouldn’t wash out of their systems (or hair) for at least a week. Which meant he would have to get used to
seeing these people around his house.
Joy. He gave his son a stern
look and Goten smirked.
“I
didn’t poison any of the food.
Swear. There’s nothing in the
house that will turn you colors.”
Which
was the only thing that Kakarot or himself had really been worried about. It was fine for the children to fight
amongst themseland and for a large group of idiots to try and prank his son,
but he was not about to get caught in the middle. So when Bardock came over to him and climbed up on to his back
and whimpered: “Aren’t you going to yell at him?”
Vegeta
just shook his head. “Why? He didn’t hurt any of you.”
“He
hurt my eardrums,” Gohan said. “Mom and
Videl screamed for an hour when they found Pan. Then they told me not to come back until she was normal again.”
“Ah,
shit,” Goten said, “I guess that means we need to build an extra room on the
house.”
“Oh,
haha,” Gohan replied.
Pan
frowned at Goten—looked a bit silly with her bright blue teeth showing—and then
she stuck her little nose up in the air and ignored him. Apparently, this little prank of his had
gotten Presta (who he heard had accidentally knocked Pan through a wall) to
think better of her cousin. She was
sitting next to her with her arms crossed over her chest, little nose also in
the air. And when they realized they
weren’t doing anything but looking silly, Presta said: “Come on Pan, and
Bardock, we’re going to go outside.”
Got up and left. (Nose still noticeably
pointed skyward.)
Goten
laughed. “Just wait until she goes
Super Saiyan. Should be like neon
lights.”
“I
want ice cream,” Trunks said.
“So,”
Kakarot said—having finally given up on getting Vegeta to move and IT’ed past
him into the kitchen—“Who’s making breakfast?”
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Neon
people. ;)
Gk:
Sigh. No sex for me.
Presta: I
hate you.
Gk: me?!
Goten:
No. Me.
Gk: Oh. Good.
Gohan:
HEY. LOOK!~ I’m in the story!!!!
Lil’Geta:
Bald. You’re bald.
Gohan: So?
Vegeta:
There was no sex in that chapter.
Everyone:
*blink *
Gk: Oh
well, We’ll remedy that! *grabs mate and hauls him away to bedroom. *
Christina G.
That
‘Spank the Monkey’ shirt was very popular.
Even more popular than I thought it would be. *ponders this * I’m just
glad nobody took the shirt to be literal.
*glances at Elenek significantly *
Anyway, thanks for leaving an opinion and reading and reviewing and such
good things.
Ginia:
Awww…thankies! You’re so nice! *hugs *
Mechanical Butterfly:
Hehe. Yeah.
I felt bad for Pan (as I giggled at her misfortune.) Really?
Cookie dough? I love that ice
cream too. *mmm. Cookie dough icecream. * Anyway.
Yeah, I thought that whole conversation between Trunks and Goten was
funny. *pats self on back *
*cough
* This phrase would not work on any old Vegeta. It will only work on this Vegeta, and it’ll be a cold day in…er…HFIL
before you get close enough to this Vegeta to use that phrase.
And
no, silly, you’re not supposed to vote again!
Only one time. No stuffing the
ballot box! (You voted three times
now. That’s stuffing!) Anywho.
That’s
all for today.
See ya folks on Monday!~
HEY!
EVERYONE. OPINION POLL!!!!
Which one of Goten’s shirts is your favorite? (List thanks to Ginia. If you haven’t voted than VOTE. This is the last time the poll will be
here.)
APAM: Spank the Monkey
C-E: I’m handing out Ass-whuppin’s Want one?
GT: My Ass is Your Ass
GT: Hands Off Asshole (special shirt made for Gina by Goten - probably dosen't
belong here)
GT: All Ass All the Time
GT: No, it’s not a Banana in my Pocket
GT: Why YES You can Blow Me
GT: Non-Professional Proctologist
MT: Been there, fucked that.
MT: I HATE PEOPLE
MT: I’m Easy, How About You?
MT: Guaranteed Orgasm
MT: Cherry-popper
MT: Please Take Me Now
MT: WWW. UnderageAss. Com - We deliver
MT: Hot Ride (Vegeta on their visit to Kane’s meeting)
MT: Virgin? (Trunks for the group revenge on Kane)
MT: I hold the patent to the Fuckn’suck (Vegeta for the group revenge on Kane)
MT: Lollipop Licker (Gina for the group revenge on Kane)
MT: Spank Me ~~Leave
an opinion (please?)
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