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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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Now there were a few things that
Presta had always accepted as the absolute Gospel Truth. One was don’t mess with Red. The other was Nobody in the World is better,
faster or stronger than Bardock. These
things had always been the truth as far as Presta was concerned and should have
remained the truth for all time.
Then,
of course, she got brought to this world, met Goku (the nice and cheerfully
slow version of Kakarot) and Vegeta (Her grandmother the King) and the rest of
the slightly freakish Saiyans. Goku was
a Super Saiyan (whoo-hoo, so was Kakarot) and so was the King…Vegeta. And her father, and her father’s mate and
her father’s brother and her father’s other brother. So, there were a lot of Super Saiyans (including herself) but she
had stubbornly held onto the fact that Bardock was faster, better and stronger.
Until
today.
Because
today she had took off her little silver earrings tucked them into her pocket
and burned in anger, jealously—anger at herself for being jealous—and she had
tried to stand her ground against her Uncle.
He, however, seemed to think she was too slow, too hesitant and not
nearly pissed off enough. For all her
attempts to stay in the fight, she lasted but a few moments, and he just burned
in rage brighter. GOT STRONGER.
Stronger
than Super Saiyan level.
That
was when her dear Grandpa Goku dusted her off, sat her (she was buried head
first in the ground) on her butt and told her not to move while he finished the
fight for her. Then he took off into
the air, shot his own power level straight up to where his son’s was. Proved that he was definitely Bardock’s
child, trained by him or not, and she had an appreciation for his skills. But he still wasn’t better than Bardock.
(Or
Red, for that matter, who was her personal hero.)
And
her Uncle Vegeta grabbed his father, kneed him in the ribs, grabbed both his
arms, threw him like a stick straight into the ground—made a hell of a dent—and
then howled in annoyance Brought his
hands together—no actually, it looked like he was touching is own hand…
Weird.
And
that was when her father showed up, stood at her side for a second, pulled his
shirt off and said: “As long as you promise to stay right there and not move
you can stick around and watch for a little while, Okay?”
“Uh…alright?”
“Good.” He dropped the shirt on the ground and rose
up into the air, gave his brother a raised eyebrow and then—to beckon the
fight—clenched his hands into fists.
That was apparently all the provocation that his brother needed, because
Vegeta moved forward, to attack her father, with his fists, but the younger
twin ducked out of the way and idled in the air. Like he was trying to piss his brother off.
Her
grandfather finally dug his way back out of the ground, walked over to her and
sat down. Put his chin on his
hand. “Now we’ll never get to eat.”
So,
at first, she was pretty sure he was just being dramatic. But as the HOURS passed, she came to realize
that he was not exaggerating. The twins
were flawlessly fighting. Fighting with
the sort of smooth, strange perfection that only two people with one soul could
really attain. Every attack was met
with another, blocked, diverted or smashed through. They threw ki blasts back in forth when it got dark, glowed in
the fading light and still fought.
Maintained their high powerlevels and pounded each other with the sort
of strange fury that was calmed only by the presence of the other.
That
was truly impressive.
“Alright,”
her grandfather said, “I’ve had en.
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Vegeta
realized he was not a patient Saiyan, but if his mate had left him the DAY OF
THEIR CHILD’S BIRTH, he would have torn off certain necessary parts and FED
THEM to HIM. Trunks, however, seemed to
not share this homicidal tendency, because he sat at the table—a bit too easily
considering he had just given birth but hours ago—and held his daughter with
one arm (she was sleeping, cute little girl) as he ate. Gina had cut up his food for him so all he
had to do was pick it up and eat it.
Gohan
seemed to be a bit ‘er, why isn’t there screaming happening? Did Goten drug Trunks or something?’ about
the second twin’s spontaneous disappearance.
It had been hours aspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (One
would then wonder why it was that they were just now eating, right? Well, it wasn’t so much they were, that
Trunks was just now eating. And Bardock
was pouting so he was STILL eating; it always took longer when you
pouted.) “So…” Gohan said (had
disappeared for a few moments after he ate his dinner and scrubbed the word
‘loser’ off his forehead.)
“He’s
not drugging me,” Trunks said. Glared
at them all. “So don’t ask.”
“I
bet he gave you a senzu bean, though, didn’t he?” That was Gina.
“Part
of one,” Trunks replied.
“So…uh…don’t
take this wrong way or anything, but why aren’t you upset about Goten just
leaving. For hours. Without explanation?”
This
apparently perplexed the brand-new mother, because Trunks looked at him and
Gohan like they had just grown extra heads and arms and turned strange
colors. Then, with a slightly worried
glance at Gina he said: “They’re fighting.”
“I
thought you guys knew that,” Gina said, “Can’t you feel them?”
And
in response to that question, his mate appeared in the kitchen via IT with
Presta hanging on to his neck and the two twins unconscious and hanging from
his arms. He dropped his sons on the
ground and stepped over them to get to his place at the table. Sat down and looked around expectantly.
Bardock,
then—seized the chance to be rid of the food he did not want to eat—and pushed
his plate at his father. “Here, Daddy. You can have this.”
And
the bastard would have eaten the food, too.
But luckily before he could do that, he happened to catch Vegeta’s
rather cold stare, and he pouted (just like their youngest) and with a sigh
pushed the plate back. “That’s okay, Bardock. Daddy will get his own.”
Vegeta
could just see the ‘DAMMIT” in his littlest’s mind but it did not yet come out
of his mouth. (The cussing stage came
after the biting one.) So the little
boy stabbed his food with a growl and a frown and pouted about it some
more. (One would think that eventually
the child would realize that all this pouting is doing was making his food
cold. That had not yet happened.)
“I’ll
get you a plate, Goku,” Gina said, stepped over her mate and his brother, and
set about making HIS mate a plate. (Not
that he was going to do it and the girl was sweet for the gesture, but Goku
shouldn’t have let the idiots stay out that long and fight, so he should be up
off his ass making his own plate and feeding Presta.)
“I’ll
move them,” Gohan said. Stood up,
reached down and grabbed the twins by their tails—which was the most convenient
thing about Saiyan children—and toted them into the living room.
Gina
handed Goku a platter of food and he said: “Thanks!” and then set about devouring
it.
Presta
sat down—having found her own food like a good independent child—and started to
eat. Looked at Trunks long enough that
Vegeta was starting to get annoyed (and he was sitting next to the girl, so it
would be no big to just smack her and tell her to stop staring) but Trunks
didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, he
stopped eating and looked back at her.
“Do you want to hold her?” he asked.
Presta
looked a bit more than shocked about this.
“Uh…I…” Looked embarrassed and said: “If you don’t mind.”
“Come
here,” Trunks said, scooted so he was facing away from the table and she got
up, walked over to him (looked more nervous than he had ever seen her be) and
very, very carefully took the brand new baby, Aya in her arms.
The
change this made in Presta’s attitude toward her sister was nearly visible in
the air, like a neon sabovabove her that suddenly flicked on and went ‘Awwwww,
isn’t that cute?’ (Of course, he
remembered the first time Gohan held one of the twins, and that wasn’t cute so much
as horrifying for the kid. He couldn’t
remember now which one of them he had held, but they forgot to warn him about
their annoyance at being separated and whichever twin he was holding had bawled
his little eyes out, kicked and screamed and howled out injustice.)
There
was a rustling in the other room, some thuds, and the twins appeared, bruised
and grinning—dirty and stinking. Goten
ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Told you
you’d like her, Pinkie.” Kissed
Trunks.
Vegeta
stretched. Looked at his mate. “Where’s Masuyo?”
“Sleeping. Pan’s watching him.”
“Oh. So he’s okay for a little while then?”
Gina
grinned. “Maybe. Depends on how long of a little while you’re
talking about.”
Presta
got to the point where holding the newborn went from being cute to overwhelming
(and boring for her little eight-year-old self) and she handed Aya back. “Thanks,” and returned to her chair and her
food.
“Go
away already,” Vegeta said to his oldest, “We’ll take care of the kid.”
“Thanks
Mommy,” his son said, and Gina gave him a wink and said: “Yeah, thanks Mummy.”
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GASP. 17 words over the count. *sobs brokenly * I am a failure! A
failure! Oh well. Guess I’ll just have to subtract them out of
the Meaning of Pride… *runs off to cut
out words *
Trunks: I want a
T-shirt that says “No, I am not drugged.”
Goten: Okay.
Gk: *gobbling up
food *
Vegeta: *sigh
* No sex for me.
Lil’Geta: But it
looks like I’m getting some!
Gohan: You know,
according to the reviewers evil suggestions and the author’s amusement, Vegeta,
you are going to get sex. Because I
have to go home soon, and you’re supposed to traumatize me more before I go.
Crowd: *blink *
Gohan: What? So I read the plot line. If you call the whole post-it note full of
writing a ‘plot line.’
Ginia:
You
see, when I see your name I think Virginia.
So I don’t think ‘Gina’ but then I was looking for a name for Lil’Geta’s
mate, then I was like hmm…Gina. (And I
dropped the “i” from your name.) So
anywho, I always meant to mention that and never did.
*grin
* I figured I’d get the most votes for
Vegeta. He does seem to have great sex.
Jaygoose, Jaygoose, Jaygoose:
;) I’ll take one of those off if you want. Yeah, the ‘end’ *cough * ‘end’
Suuuurrrreeeeeee, like anything ever ‘ends.’ (Nobody mention the More of Us universe.)
Elenek (Anon)
Huh. You know, that is one of the simplest
responses (besides cook) that I have gotten thus far. You’re right, though, he couldn’t beat them at chess.
*falls
out of chair and dies * GOHAN?! Oh my goodness.
Macha:
*sigh
* *pats her on the head * It’s okay.
The ending of one ‘Therapy’ fic is the beginning of the next one.
Getarian:
Yeah! I’ve got three (no four, no three) ‘centuries’ YEAH!
I want to get a double-century with Meaning of Pride. Whoop whoop! *bounce bounce *
I
love Goku with his kids. *snaps photos
* It’>It’s just so sweet. I love Bardock, hedoradorable.
I
don’t know if I were in Presta’s place (and not Presta, but myself and thus not
related to any Saiyans) I would hand the baby over to someone else and jump in
the shower with them. ;) Trunks is my second (almost third now that I
love Vegeta so much) favorite character.
*pats
her on the head * Goodness, just an
ending for this chapter of the ficcie.
The next two chapters (I think they’ll be two) are the ‘lemons’ of the ‘ending’
(have you noticed there is almost always a lemon at the end of my fics?) then there’s
going to be more. A new story. ;)
*drools
at vision of writing Vegeta * Oh…yeah…he
is sex-appeal. *drool *
Mechanical Butterfly:
GASP. You didn’t give an answer to the poll! *sobs *
Yeah. Lol.
I thought Presta’s reaction to Aya was great. *pats Presta * I love
that little girl. Just think what she’ll
be like in…*muffled words *
*sigh
* well, gots to go write tomorrow’s
chappie now.
POLL RESULTS
Vegeta (and Goku): 4
Gohan: 1
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