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Group Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Group Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-INTERLUDE 'THE MEMORY'
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
- 20-19
- 21-20
- 22-21
- 23-22
- 24-23
- 25-24
- 26-25
- 27-Last
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Group Therapy

Card

Sequel to Mental Therapy

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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So being a Saiyan for just under
five months did not qualify her to be a �fighting� mate. Her versions of �fighting� generally
involved a lot of yelling and telling Vegeta to go fuck himself in a corner
somewhere and leave her be. Physical
stuff wasn�t her deal. Didn�t
particularly want to learn more about it either. (Not that Presta was about to let her pupil go without a
fight.) So she relied most on her
star-background in high school soccer and track. Running. Running she
could do. (Especially with these new
and improved muscles of her, that thus far she had not been able to see but
they were there.)

Running
in the open was not that productive, because Vegeta could fly. And no matter how fast of a land mammal you
were, Saiyans flew faster than they ran.
He hovered up there, let her run (let her wear herself out enough that
he could pin her down withhavihaving to wait for her to stop fighting, but not
so much that she wasn�t�still wriggly.)
And she felt a bit gypped by this system, was definitely going to go
have a talk with Mummy about learning to fight for real.

When
at last he did finally swoop down and tackle her (near the edge of a oasis type
thing where there was a lot of clear and cold water) she was more than ready
for the next phase and the end of the �I run to amuse you� phase. He pushed her to the ground (turned her over
so it was her back in the dirt and not her face) and promptly lifted up her
T-shirt.

�Hey!�

His
response was a muffled sort of thing where he more coned wed with licking her
stomach that he was with giving her a proper reply. She knew what he was licking on her stomach too. The damn marks from her pregnancy that had
never really gone all the way away, and she didn�t like them, but he seemed to
absolutely adore them to the point that he lavished his attention. (Mummy had told her, in passing, that Goku
had the same sort of obsession and that they (meaning Goten) figured it was
because the �dominant� mate was always pleased to see their mate being either
pregnant or showing signs of having been pregnant.) But still, he didn�t stay there to worship too long, moved up her
rib cage to her breasts. Those he loved
as well, and she wasn�t going to say anything, but she figured that he liked
them better for being more Saiyan (AKA, smaller.)

�You
should wear skirts all the time,� he said from within her shirt. Nuzzled her breast as he worked to unbutton
her jeans.

�Oh?�
she replied, wiggled and resolutely clamped her legs shut, just to give him a
hard time. �Why? So you can toss me over the nearest surfaces
when it�s convenient?�

�That�s
the general idea,� he replied. Kissed
her breasts and crooned something to them. pan>pan>(As if they were more important than the rest of her and needed extra
reassurance or something.) He managed
to get the third button undone as she tried to scoot back away from him. But he followed with no real problem, knees
on either sides of hers, hands on her waist band and she crept backwards (using
just her arms which made any progress slow) and he followed.

�Hey!�
she shouted, smacked him on the back.
�Get your head out of there!�
She pulled the shirt over his spiky hair and wrapped both her hands in
the outrageous man then PULLED as hard as she could, brought her legs up�and
that moved him faster than anything, because Saiyan males were very protective
of that second brain they kept between their legs.

�What?�
he demanded, �You said it I just agreed.�

�I am
not your willing sex-toy.�

He
gave her a look that was for her to interpret as �Oh really? When did you quit?� Then he pushed one of his legs between hers
and sat on her leg. �You�re my mate,�
he said in response.

�Right. Mate.
Equal. I don�t have to wear a
skirt just to give you easier access.�

�Fine,
then don�t. It was just a
suggestion.�

And
like that, the argument was over. (For
him.) He went right back to his
previous activities, lifted her shirt up, stuck his head in it (she was
starting to think he preferred it this way, because more often than not, he
didn�t really ever take her shirt off.yes"> �I�ll finish brushing my teeth in the kitchen.� Gave him a pert wave and made her way down
the stairs.

Disgusting
how his children just flaunted their happy sex lives everywhere like that. (He didn�t know many Saiyan women
personally, but he had the feeling that the first kid he kicked out his house
would be one of his granddaughters. He
had heard accounts of Kakarot�s mother and had no desire to have that sort of
annoyance in his home.) Still, he
claimed the bathroom, was going to take his shower and remembered that he owed
his mate a certain revenge for his �haha, I traumatized my son by making you
scream my name where he could hear you� thing.

So,
he left the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. Pulled the covers off the bed, tossed them in the corner of the
room (not that Kakarot cared, he just adjusted his ki to keep himself warm and
sprawled himself out on the bed.) And
(Vegeta was starting to think that this was his natural state of being) he was
aroused. Which was normal. Morning sex was Kakarot�s favorite right
after night sex, evening sex, afternoon sex and before-noon-after-morning sex.

He
sat on the idiot�s thighs, so that his knees were pressing into the bed on
either side of his legs, and whimpered.
A deep sort of whimper that was like a whine. Touched that mark on his shoulder (the first one) and thought
dirty little thoughts until he was hard.
Tilted his head back a little, and dropped his hands down to his splayed
legs, ran his fingers up and down his own thighs until he was shuddering and
Kakarot was staring at him with an open-mouthed amazement.

Good
morning, he thought vengefully. Dragged
his fingertips all the way up to the joint of leg and hip, curled one hand around
his erection and made another dark whimpery-whine, then slipped his other hand
behind his erection, to the entrance into his body, slipped into himself and
moaned the idiot�s name.

�Kakarot��

There
was an inelegant squeak for a response.

He moaned
again, tipped his head to one side and moved his hand on his erection. Watched the idiot watching him, and then
strong fingers wrapped around his waist, lifted him up, moved him forward so he
could feel Kakarot�s hardness against him, moved his own fingers and was
impaled on the erection.

He
rose his power level until his hair flickered yellow, made his body tighten
around the baka, got hotter�he knew this because he could feel it�and that made
him howl.

�VEGETA!�

Triumphant
smirk.

What
a good mate he had to do what he wanted.
Of course, Kakarot�s own ki rose too and he flipped them over, attacked
his shoulder, drew blood, reclaimed him and set about proving just how good
morning sex could really be.

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270
words over. *sighs heavily * Guess got to cut words out of other stories
again.

Gk: *clearroatroat
* Excuse me. That did not count as a lemon.

Vegeta: I concur.

Lil�Geta: I didn�t
get a full lemon either.

Gina: I actually
feel pretty damn gypped.

Goten: I�m going
to get mine. *happily grins *

Trunks: Oi. Is this before or after you put on the
dress?

Webtester01:

Okay. *sits and stares at e-mail box * � � �

Ginia:

*sweatdrop
* Actually �Family Therapy� was what I
was going to call the next one.yes"> I didn�t see �that one� �coming� either, dear! *more post-death laughing * *wipes a tear away *

Oh�sorry. I read that line and my little hentai mind
instantly went �nobody�s seen him coming, I�ve never given him sex in my fic.� *cough *
Ah, you can borrow Goten and Trunks, just as long as you give them back.

Jaygoose:

Does
it have to end? No. Not really.
Probably won�t. I mean, all the
characters are still alive. (I have en ten the task of rebuilding the Sayian empire with their broods of children
yet�) So, no, it probably won�t end.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Yep,
I figured you�d vote Vegeta/Goku sex was the best. But I didn�t want to put in a vote without your opinion. ;)

Macha:

Bardock
was just being a brat. And his food got
cold because he was a brat, so he didn�t want to eat it because it was cold,
and then it got colder and so on and so forth.
(Darn little kids.) Well, Saiyan
children are very resilient so I think the baby is safe with Pan.

Getarian:

Tooties until Monday FOLKS!
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Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy