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Which
was the sequel to Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
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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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Goten had his head stuck inside yet another
model of the hover car, trying to figure out just what was wrong with the
stupid exhaust system that was blowing flames (and toxic fumes) out of
vehicle. Bulma had handed him this
project just a few days after his dazzling revenge on the members of his family
that thought they would be able to pull one over his eyes. As if.
And they were just a bit on the slow side to try and get him using his
very tactics. But it was just as
well. Nobody got hurt—except Gohan’s
hair, and his hair was stupid anyway.
“DAD!”
came the ear-splitting screech.
He
rolled his eyes. Oh yes, Presta was
adjusting to her new environment, thanks to the helpfully spoiled rotten bundle
of Pan that was giving her a crash course in how to be a brat. Earth style. It made him thinking longingly of just a week ago when she would
have drop kicked whoever was causing her problems. (Because fixing broken bones and houses he could do, but dealing
with her every little problem was starting to drive him INSANE.)
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?”
he screamed back. Turned around and
looked at her. (Had to remind himself
not to giggle at her new color scheme, especially when she flashed her orange
teeth in a clearly annoyed growl. And
he just sighed. “What did she do now?”
“She
won’t stop copying me!”
“She
won’t stop copying me!” and that was the smaller, screechier (he didn’t blame
her for being screechy, after all, her grandmother was Chichi) Pan.
“SEE?!
Presta screamed.
“SEE!”
Goten
held the wrench, considered the pros and cons of just knocking their heads
together, and since Presta was wearing her earrings (and thus her thick head
wasn’t as lethal) and he remembered his own father doing this many a time, he
reached out, grabbed Pan by her ponytail, and Presta by her spiky hair. Then with a great deal of restraint, he
knocked their foreheads together, and they screamed out in protest, scrambled
away from one another—both fell on their butts—and slapped their palms over
their head.
“OW!”
they screamed. “STOP IT!” at one
another.
And
Gohan appeared—must have that same ‘my child is causing havoc somewhere’
sense—and he sighed. “Pan,” he said
calmly, helped her get back on her feet, and she sniffled. Then she pointed at her own forehead and
said: “Goten made me hit Presta on the head, and her BIG HEAD gave me a bruise,
look Daddy.”
Goten
rolled his eyes, saw Presta do the same, and she gave him that smirk (oh, those
orange teeth were amusing to no end) that told him flat out he couldn’t punish
her for behaving the same as her father.
Therefore, she was not in trouble.
And with this all communicated in a smirk, she flicked her tail—in a
haughty manor—and walked out of the lab without even waiting to see if she was
going to be in trouble.
“Pan,”
Gohan said again, “Your forehead is fine.
Aren’t you supposed to be training with Grandpa?”
Pan
mumbled something and storm out of the room—proving yet again that she was most
certainly her Grandmother’s descendent.
Which left Gohan standing in the middle of Goten’s lab. They weren’t exactly the best of friends,
even if they were brothers. Gohan was
more like Vegeta, with all those emotions.
He had this undying loyalty to his mother that was really admirable, but
Chichi was a harpy bitch who had wasted no time in informing Goten just what
she thought of his mother. So
that loyalty was good, he guessed, but he did not like that woman. So he never spent a great deal of time
making sure his indifference didn’t hurt his brother’s feelings. But mostly, he didn’t mind Gohan. Thought he was an egghead and very
human-like, but he was a good person.
“Did
I tell you Videl’s pregnant again?” Gohan said—he had been doing a lot of
catching up this past week. In fact, he
even managed to mention that his son was not Spoon nor Kettle but Analu.
“You
stud,” Goten said. Dropped the wrench
into the box of tools. Wiped the grease
off his hands onto his shirt. (Like the
Orgasmic Bunny; I Just Keep Coming and Coming…)
“This
from the same person who managed to get a man pregnant? I think you win the stud award.”
“Naw,”
he countered, “Dad does. He got a man
pregnant twice.”
“Vegeta
no less,” Gohan said—which was another huge difference between the two of them,
because Gohan knew Goten’s mother as the Prince of Saiyans, the Great Vegeta,
the man that had tried to kill his father. And Goten knew his mother as the
Prince, his Mom and the man who tried (and failed) to tame his father’s libido.
“Hey,
maybe the impossible will happen and all our children will end up liking each
other.” He cracked a grin and rummaged
through his cabinet of interesting (and sometimes very dangerous) drugs. When he found the two he was looking for, he
turned around and looat hat his oldest brother. “They’ll all be around the same age.”
“Yes
they will.”
“Here,”
Goten said, tossed him the two bottles.
“The red one will grow your hair back.
Just drink it. You should have a
full head of hair by morning. And the
other one will take the stuff off your forehead.”
“Trying
to get rid of me.”
“Of
co.”
~~~***
Goku
did not pity his oldest child, or his youngest child or any of his
grandchildren or his daughter in law.
Vegeta (his second son) had fairly warned them not to attempt to ‘prank’
his brother and they had not listened.
Their brand new skin colors were their own fault and he wasn’t about to
baby any of them and say that ‘why yes, Goten is evil.’ Partly because he didn’t think Goten had
done anything worse than what they were planning on doing themselves, and
partly because he had never been pranked by his son and rather liked this
prestigious honor that he shared only with Vegeta (his son.)
Vegeta
(his sexy mate) agreed with him, and had not so patiently informed Bardock that
he needed to stop whining about his new and impressive blue skin because all he
was doing was sounding like a human child.
(And boy, that really shut Bardock up quick.) Of course, once he could not longer whine about his skin, Bardock
found that he could complain (something much different than whining) about how
Pan and Presta were being ‘girly’ and how Masuyo was too little and annoying to
do anything with. This of course, got
his poor littlest son nothing but his mother’s silence.
Eventually,
Bardock decided to go find the oldest twin and hang out with him because he was
the only one in the house that wasn’t a jerk.
Just
as well. That left Goku to sit in the
kitchen with Vegeta—who was eating. Pan
and Presta were fighting amongst themselves and he had told them he wouldn’t
train them while they were fighting—figuring that they would shut up and
focus—and they had promptly ran off to find Goten or Gohan or to get into a
fistfight.
So he
was free from having to train anyone, sitting in the kitchen with his mate. While his youngest son hid from him because
he was annoyed. So, what was wrong with
this picture?
Oh. Right.
Vegeta was still wearing clothes and he wasn’t having sex! (With Vegeta.)
“Don’t
even think about it, Kakarot.” Vegeta said.
“Think
about what, Geta?” It wasn’t that he
was even interested in the bantering portion of the little seduction (he did
like it mostly) but if he patiently suffered through the talking than Vegeta
would have time to eat and they would be all okay. Vegeta would be fed, he would get laid and his children would
be… Well, some of them were
mulit-colored or bald, but the twins were fine.
“Don’t
play stupid.”
“Maybe
I just want you to say it out loud.
What am I thinking about?”
He
got a raised eyebrow in response. A
little ‘don’t push your luck’ look and
his mate took a bite of his lunch (a rather large steak.) And he had the suspicion that his mate was
eating with extra slowness just because he liked to be evil. Because there is no other reason he would be
suffering here, depressingly devoid of naked Vegeta, while his mate taunted him
by chewing his food.
And
his happy little dream world where he had Vegeta all prone and panting was
interrupted by angry footsteps, and he turned around to look at the doorway to
the kitchen, saw Trunks storm through the room. Pull open the door and shout:
“I’VE
HAD ENOUGH OF YOU TWO!” Then he slammed
the door and disappeared outside where there were screaming little girls
heard.
“Wow,”
Goku said.
“Hn. I knew he had a temper,” was Vegeta’s
remark. Which made Goku turn his
attention back to his mate, and he noticed that still they were wearing
too many clothes. So he decided words
had failed him, stood up—noticed that Vegeta realized what was going to happen
and stood up. “If you try and grab me
I’ll kick your ass.” Then he started up
the stairs toward their room.
~~~***
So
they had been tossing rocks at Trunks’ window.
So they had been arguing about who had the thicker head. So they were loud enough and annoying enough
to make any sane person reach the end of their rope. That didn’t mean anything.
They were Saiyan children.
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Elenek:
*minds
wanders off with El’s about the dark Saiyans * … … Oh yeah, right. Responding.
No, I haven’t ‘said’ he trained or ‘showed’ it but you can assume he did
before he got pregnant.
Jaygoose:
No
supposed to vote again. Just wanted to
give folks a chance for the poll one more time. *will go look through and see if any one shirt got more than one
vote (Besides Spank the Monkey.) And
say that next chappie.
Macha:
Yep. Public sex!
I like my Saiyans horny and humping too! (Or kicking ass, which is just as good.) And uh…what is this story about? Well, honestly it started out being a way
for me to get away from the angst-serious-humor of ‘More of Us’ and a chance to
get Vegeta pregnant. Then it turned
into a lemon-fest where all of Vegeta and Goku’s problems are solved with
sex. And now, it has the twins. So.
It’s still about the humor and the sex, honestly. (despite the depressing plot that popped
up.)
Setharo07:
Lol. Thanks.
I hoped everyone would like the chapter.
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K-GT:
I
like that shirt too. It’s so
modest.
Getarian:
I
noticed a lacking review. *sobs her
little eyes out * Huh. Don’t know how you missed it either.
I
think at this point I’m more worried about Goten (being mature and thoughtful)
than I amut Ah,
I think Presta and Pan might end up being…*shudders * Friends.
LMAO. Oh, goodness. I could see myself messing up that camouflage and wearing the
rocktumetume in the grocery store.
(Although, if they’re shopping for lemonade I don’t think they’d
notice.)
Yeah,
I did totally forget about Gohan there for a little while. So he can stick around for a chapter or
two. *pets Gohan * After all I do abuse him in every other
story.
More tomorrow!
(Has to go fight with that stupid Meaning of Pride Chapter. DAMN THING!
) *mumbles and walks away. *
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