Family Therapy | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Which
was the sequel to Mental Therapy, Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
DISCLAIMERS and CAUTIONS:
A.
No. *sighs heavily * I still don’t own DBZ, DBGT or DB. I tried to buy it out, and wouldn’t you know
it, fifty cents and a piece of bubblegum wasn’t enough. *sigh *
Luckily I own the entire Hormone Therapy world wherein Vegeta has a
uterus, so does Trunks. There is a set
of Twins, Gina and a slew of little annoying children.
B.
I no longer feel that you MUST read Cross-eyed because it’s gotten a
1000 hits. BUT, if you want EVERYTHING
to make COMPLETE sense than you should read Hormone Therapy, Mental Therapy,
Cross-eyed and A Prince Among Men. (My
universe has gotten huge, hasn’t it?)
C.
Okay, just about seven years and seven months (enough time for Vegeta
to be fertile again) have passed. So
there will be ‘lust-crazed’ sex with the purpose of getting people
pregnant. (Those people, mind you, are
mostly male.) So there is SLASH
(homosexuality) and there is *gasp and shudder * straight sex. SAIYANS. (I consider this a warning.) Humor.
Goten. (he’s a warning all his
own.)
D.
And this is AU. And it’s all
about humor (and the endless lemons.
Goal for this story: get a lemon in every chapter like Hormone
Therapy.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
“Are
you sure this is entirely appropriate?” she asked. Felt his hands sliding up under her shirt, saw his smirk and
would have rolled her eyes, but his hands pressed against her breast at that
moment, very warm and rough and she sucked in a breath.
“It’s
probably not,” Vegeta said. Smirked all
the broader. These stupid twins always
loved to do things that they thought weren’t the right things. What the hell was that anyway? Some sort of internal meter that kept track
of just how many times they purposefully spit in the eye of convention. He dropped his smirking face down to kiss
her neck, pushed her back against the dohat hat led out of their room (they
were on the bedroom side of the door) and she put her arm around him so she
could lift herself up and not make him hunch over like that. (He wasn’t tall, that was sure, but she
wasn’t either.)
“Your
mother is having babies down the hall,” she said. He moved his hands down so his fingers could rub against her
nipples. She glared at him, but he
moved down to kiss that skin that was both her neck and her shoulder and she
shuddered against him as he sucked on it.
“As
long as he doesn’t start screaming on’ton’t distract me.” Then the shirt was yanked up—not off mind
you—and his head disappeared under the shirt as she was lifted higher so he
could easily nuzzle her breasts.
“Pervert,”
she said.
“He
is,” and that was Goten standing in the doorway between their two rooms, shirt
splattered with quite possibly the least sexy stuff known to man, and she
grimaced as he grinned at her. “Having
finally gotten the chance to feel you up,” he said, “I now understand his
preoccupation.”
“Go
away,” Vegeta said from within her shirt.
“But…’Geta…”
“Go
away or I’ll kick your boyfriend in the balls.” Not that this conversation was distracting him from his
single-minded mission of making her shaking.
Nope. Not at all. His hands were still sliding down, long
fingers under the waist band of her skirt and his mouth closed over one of her
breasts and he sucked on it like his brother wasn’t standing there.
“Ow.” Goten grimaced. “How do you know he even still has any?”
This
question not only made her wonder about it, but Vegeta actually stopped
in his suckling for a moment while he contemplated that statement.
“Anyway,”
Goten grinned, he always grinned when he won and he always won. “I just wanted to say that baby number the
first is born. Mom’s going to be extra
special bitchy so I’m going to get senzu for him. We have a sister.” Then
he disappeared.
“Wow,
a girl,” she said.
Vegeta
pushed his head up through the neck of her shirt (she hated it when he did
that) and the shirt ripped. “Why does
he always do that?” He shook his head
in distaste for his brother and those stupid little things that he did, then
ducked his head back down and turned all his attention to her breasts.
~~~***
“Oh. Wow.”
Goku was holding one of Vegeta’s legs up for him and his other hand was
just sort of hovering waiting for there to be something to do with it. Vegeta himself was managing the opposite
leg, and he wasn’t exactly pleased about this whole birthing thing. In fact, in complete contradiction to the
previous two births, Vegeta was cursing his very existence. “I didn’t know you could be both. No.
Wait. I guess you can.” Thought about it a moment. “Motherfucking son of a bitch.” Contemplated it. “Does that mean you’re a bitch fucker? Because I mean, if you’re fucking your mother and you’re her son
and she’s a bitch doesn’t that…”
“KAKAROT!”
was the reply, “FOCUS.”
The
little girl was lying on the bed (because stupid him had not yet gotten crib
out of storage and thusly they had nothing to put the child into) rather
content. Just lying in the little nest
thing that Vegeta had made around her.
Sleeping.
“Right.” He looked down again. “Hey!
Look. The head’s coming out!” Watched and felt Vegeta’s whole body shake
with the effort of pushing. First the
little face, and chin, and he reached down to hold it’s little neck as Vegeta
heaved in a breath and then bore down hard again, pushing their child out. (Which came with that inevitable flood of
warm liquid.)
Vegeta
collapsed back onto the bed and pressed both his hands against his
stomach. Muttered something in the
original Saiyan language and then looked at him, very tired. Sweaty.
“Boy,”
Goku said. Cut the cord, wrapped the
little one up in a towel and handed him over to the tuckered out Mommy. Went about the nasty part of birthing the
placenta and he dropped it into the metal pan with the other one (wrapped up in
towels, that is. You didn’t just leave
nasty looking things like that lying about.)
When he looked back at Vegeta he finally figured out that something just
was…not…right.
“Oh,
Kami,” he whispered, “Geta, you’re still pregnant.”
~~~***
“I
really think this is inappropriate,” she said for the second time. He didn’t even pause as his hands slid into
her panties (he really didn’t like that she had to wear them) and pushed them
down, out of his way. Rubbed his
fingers against her and made her moan as her legs clenched against his
sides. Always that instinctive thing to
close the legs. Pressed his thumb
against her as she quivered and pressed his fingers into her, slick and hot and
moved back to suck on her long-neglected right breast. Silently bemoaned the face that he didn’t
have two mouths.
“Fine,”
she managed to get out, “Play dirty.”
She wrapped her hands around his tail and stroked it roughly. Rolled it between her palms and wrapped her
fist around it tight. Made him lose
concentration and he pulled his head back, felt her hand moving around in front
of him to curl around his erection, but she couldn’t move much because his
pants were in the damn way. “I can play
dirty too.”
He
kissed her, felt her mouth part and fight against his, claim him just as he
would have, hungry. Gina didn’t protest
much or often because she liked it just as much as he did. Great to have a mate that was just as horny. (As if any one person could be as horny as a
twin.) She pulled her mouth away first.
“Don’t
you think we could do this…” pause to pant, “Without the hands?” she pulled her hands away from his erection
and his tail and fought with the tie on his pants, ripped it open and shoved
them out of her way.
“Good
plan,” he agreed. Nodded, moved his
fingers out of her, up to her side to hold her up as she rocked her hips
forward against his and he slid against her, and then into her. Sank down into her and she whimpered, leaned
forward and kissed him again. Curled
her fist into his hair and pulled.
“Great plan.”
~~~***
“Here
you go!” Goten said. Appeared with a
senzu bean. (As well as other things,
they were sure.) Handed the magic bean
over to his father and then pulled a silver case out of his pocket, flipped
some numbers and pressed the button and POOF, a whole array of baby needs
appeared. The crib (two actually)
diapers, bottles (already made) onesies and blankets.
“You
knew,” Vegeta said, glared.
“Only
today.” This made his son smirk at
him. “There is a reason to get an
ultrasound done, Mommy. So little
surprises like this don’t happen. So,
do my little siblings have names?” He
pushed the cribs into place on the walls, set to making them with the bumpers
and the sheets on the mattresses. All
professional like. He really hated his
son sometimes.
Kakarot
dropped the senzu bean in his mouth and glared at him until he chewed it up and
swallowed it. (What a drama
queen.) Then he took the little girl
and said: “Her name is Bulla. Vegeta
has to name the boy.” Laid their
daughter in the crib.
“Boy?”
Goten asked.
“What
did you mean by that?”
“Nothing.” Then the kid disappeared with that stupid
freaking IT technique that he was going to murder Kakarot for teaching to
anybody. He looked down at the little
boy in his arms and sighed. So. Considering Goten lied horribly when he
wasn’t putting forth an effort, and the fact that the boy was an apparent
surprise, he was figuring that his last child was a girl.
“What
are we going to name him?” Kakarot asked when he returned to the bed after
diapering and tucking in Bullaan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (Which,
by the way, Vegeta had suggest the name for.)
“We’re running out of relatives to name our sons after.”
Vegeta
smiled at that comment. “I’m sure I
could get Goten to look up your family tree, Kakarot.” Which got him an almost sour look in
return. “Maybe we should name him after
your brother.”
A
skeptical glare.
“Radditz
was a good Saiyan,” Vegeta said, “Even if he did try and kill you or your son
or whatever your problem with him is. I
tried to kill you.”
He
got more blinking in response to this statement.
“Good.
Glad you agree.” Then he handed over
their littlest son—Radditz—to his father, and Kakarot gave the child a look,
the child then proceeded to pee on his father.
“See?” Vegeta said, grinning—he really felt much better after that
senzu, even if the contractions were starting to pick up again—“He’s just like
Radditz already.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****
Radditz= Kakarot’s brother. Bulla= as far as I know is the other name
for Bra. I like it better than
Bra. Vega= falling star. Oops.
Not supposed to know that last name yet. Forget about it! Forget!
Goten:
Seriously, dude, where is Presta?
Lil’Geta:
Talk must not. Sex am having.
Vegeta: *is
cackling like crazy *
Goku:
Oh. Sure! Laugh at the guy who got peed on!
Vegeta:
*trying to breath whilst laughing *
Trunks:
*smirking *
Goten: I
think Mom’s turning blue.
Goku: That’s
it! *storms away. *
Vegeta:
*gasping for breath between gales of laughter. *
Angry Monkey:
Don’t
watch Malcolm in the Middle. Except
occasionally. When I flip the channel
and it appears. Then I watch it. *scratches head *
Webtester 01:
Oh. I sorry.
Didn’t mean to make you anxious.
Is all better now.
Ginia:
Actually
2-something is the number of the chapter.
I didn’t know what number it was and I didn’t have the extra twenty
seconds to check. Thusly the chappie is
2-something. ;) Good to hear from you. (Also good you’re taking a little break from
the website. Always good to take a
little breather.)
Macha:
Naw,
you’re not confusing stories. Vegeta
was supposed to have paternal twins.
Now he’s having paternal triplets!
Yay! (Oh, and ADHD people can
get very concentrated on one idea. I’m
not sure how that works, but they can fixate on one idea and hang onto it
forever.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
Happy
Birthday to you! Yay! And thanksies for reading. And for passing the site on. *gets all sparkly eyed* It’s a relatively new site so its not
getting tons of business. Hopefully
that will change. ;)
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo