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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
- 26
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Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:

A.12.0pt'>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.)p>

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

Goku walked into the kitchen,
dusted the dirt off his knees and found his child, thi third born son, sitting
with his legs propped up on the table.
That was not unusual, because Goten often put his dirty shoes on the
table. What was odd, was that his child
was wearing a dress. It took Goku a few
moments but he slowly came to the realization that all of his childrene
be
boys, and boys were not supposed to wear dresses, but he looked at Goten, saw
the dress, and decided right there that he was not going to ask.

Nope.

Would
not even get involved, wasn�t about to stick his nose into it.

Would
just stay out of whatever psychotic decision led to his son wearing a
dress.

Goten�of
course�lowered his feet off the table (he always did when one of his parents
came home) and he stood up, stretched and gave his father a happy little
wave. Like he wasn�t standing there
wearing the dress. (Which seemed to be
like a very long t-shirt and said: �Fuck Me, I�m Beautiful.� ) �Hey Dad.�

�Uh��
is all he could manage to get out. Was
actually a bit curious as to why this thing was happening, but he had learned
his lesson in the past, that sometimes you just didn�t get involved in the
Twins� schemes. It was safer not to
know. BUT, Vegeta (his delicious mate)
did not necessarily agree with him about this.
So he disappeared, found Vegeta sparring with the other twin, grabbed
him and brought him back to the house.

His
mate was on the verge of screaming at him when he nicely pointed out Goten�s
new apparel.

When Goten managed to wring an emotion out of his parents, he
generally thought his day was complete.
So, having his mother scream at him just made his day.

�Ah,�
Vegeta said, turned to look at me, �Take me back.�

Poor
son, Goku thought sadly e ITe IT�ed his mate back to their oldest. He was going to get the snot beat out of him
for asking Goten to wear a dress.
(Vegeta still had those invisible standards of behavior by which
everyone was supposed to live, and Goku was fairly certain that �wearing a
dress� violated those standards.)

~~~***

The
emergence of the dress brought about many, many reactions. Vegeta (the mother) was ticked orefurefused
to talk to his oldest son that oldest one�s twin. Goku sort stayed away from Goten (as if he thought this
dress-wearing thing was some disease that one could catch like a cold.) Presta burst out into hysterical laughter
every time she came within seeing distance of her father, and usually ended up
rolling around on tloorloor clutching her small ribs, screaming �Help me! I can�t�I�can�t breath!� Bardock decided that perhaps Goten wasn�t so
terrifying after all and attempted a few misbehaviors in his presence. Gina would shake her head and mutter �what
Saiyans wouldn�t do for sex�� Vegeta
(the twin) spent a great deal of time smirking at his mate and brother. Pan (who stayed at their house afher her
father went back to his job) avoided the situation by always managing to duck
back out of the room�but a giggle was heard as she did this.

Trunks,
however, kept his response private.
Because there wasn�t a vulture in the house that wasn�t waiting for him
to say something to his mate about this nonsense. And he wasn�t about to make anyone�s day by asking Goten just what
he was doing. Partly because he found
it amusing, and mostly because he was impressed at the lengths one brother was
willing to go to make the other�s sex life easier. (Trunks, then, started to wonder just what he could have Goten
make Vegeta do in retaliation.)

This
set of reactions continued on for almost a full week, when Trunks found his
mate washing dishes (in a dress) and humming something to himself. He yawned and stretched (carefully
remembered not to sth hih his tail which was holding their very young
daughter.) �Why are you cleaning?�

�I
think it�s the dress.� He put an arm
around Trunks� shoulders and kissed him.
Then wrapped his tail around Aya and took her from him. Lifted her up to where he could kiss her
little forehead. �A whole week old
today,� he said with a happy sigh.

Trunks
opened the fridge and rifled through it, found nothing of interest and wondered
if he could get Goten to make him breakfast (you know, since he was washing
dishes voluntarily.) Straightened up
again to find Goten staring at their daughter with a sort of blank-eyed
fascination. She was looking right back
at him, and for that moment�just that tiny moment�he was jealous of the little
girl. Because she meant
something to Goten. But then, that
moment passed when he sighed at himself and looked at her with that same
fascination. She was theirs, she was
his daughter, and she meant something to both of them.

�So,�
he said, wrapped his tail around his waist and picked up Aya away from her
father. �Who are you going to get to
watch her?�

Goten
grinned. That lecherous grin that
reminded Trunks of when he had first met the twin. (And that was an interesting little story that involved a duck, a
naked woman and someone screaming �THAT�S HUGE!� just before they passed
out.) It was the grin that spoke all
the things that they didn�t have to say.
�Probably Gina.�

�Hn,�
he said. Grabbed one of the bottles out
of the fridge and warmed it up. �We can
put that dress to good use then.�

�Are
you insinuating something?� Goten replied.

�Oh. Never.�

~~~***

Vegeta
sat on the roof. (He remembered that
before the time-travel escapades he had done this all the time.) Watched the clouds pass through the sky
overhead and sighed. Felt strange, not
angry anymore, not really, but content.
Felt Goten through the bond and that was what made it strange, because
he was used to a grinning flippancy when it came to his brother, and there was
sincerity (granted there was still a lot of �screw you I�m better� going
on.)

Goten
had told him yesterday that it was going to be seven years and seven months, or
just about, before Gina could have another child, six years and seven months
for their Mother and eight years for Trunks.
Like this had some sort of bearing on anything. But then, he figured it did. Because they had these years in front of
them to raise the children they had.
Would probably end up with another fight to the death for supremacy and
control of the planet. (That would be
really nice if it would happen soon.)

He
leaned back against the roof, smiled to himself that this life they had built
was a happy one. (Would beat the crap
out of his brother if he so much as looked at the time machine again.) Wondered if his grandparents (Red and
Bardock) were okay. Figured they
probably were. They were
resilient.

Wondered
how many more years they had to live, him and Goten. Wondered if the mention of how many years between births was some
sort of attempt on his brother�s part to warn him that they did not have as
long as they thought.

~~~***

�Goten,�
Trunks said as he pushed himself up with his arms. Gave him a very skeptical look as to his choice in where they
were to phe �he �dress to good use.�
�Where the hell are we?�

�A
car.�

Trunks
turned his head to look around, saw that yes, indeed, they were in a car. He pushed himself up and looked out the
windows, at the dusk (it had taken them most of the day to part with their
brand new daughter, besides commandeering a car in the middle of a car lot was
always easier when there were less people hanging around. His mate had to brush the hair out of his
eyes, and Goten said: �We�ve got to get that cut. You look better with shorter hair.�

Trunks
just shook his head. �Why a car,
Goten?� (Although, one would not that
he didn�t seem to mind this whole car thing as he pushed the stupid dress up. (Vegeta so owed him everything for this
stupid little stunt.)

�Well,�
he said conversationally, as he undid his mate�s pants to slip his hand
inside. �I always wanted to do it in
the back seat of a car and never got around to it.�

His
mate wrapped his hand around him, gave him a strange little look of amusement
and obligingly shifted so Goten could push his pants down. �Well, I�m glad I could help you get around
to it, but don�t you think it�s a little closed in?� And it was turning out to be a problem, whereby his mate was more
concerned with the state of the car they were in than he was with him and sex.

This. Must.
Change.

So he
flipped Trunks onto his back, and filched the lube out of his pocket (Goten had
no pockets in the dress, unfortunately.)
Trunks busily looked at the car appreciatively, and ran his fingers over
the lovely interior, tilted his head back so he could see out the windows and
that was just freaking annoying, so Goten wrapped his slicked hand around his
mate�s erection, and when Trunks made that gaspy-fish noise he said: �Oh, so
you remember I�m here then?�

�Well,
it is a very nice car.�

�Right.� Then he lifted himself up, and sank down
onto his mate, bit his lip�it had been quite a while after all�felt Trunks�
hands on his thighs and gave him a lazy smirk.
Leaned down, put his hands on either side of his mate�s head and lifted
his hips. Canted them up and down and felt the slide of Trunks inside him as
his mate flushed out all prettily under him and whimpered.

Ha. So he was better than the stupid car after
all. (Now all he had to do was prove
that he was more important than that stupid ice cream and his life would be
complete.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

Goten: That was
utterly lemonless.

Trunks: But you wore a dress.

Vegeta: If we don�t
get decent lemons again soon, I�m going to go on strike. *puts up little signs *

Gk: HEY! We protest by ng sng sex anyway, remember?!

Lil�Geta: That
does sound like the best plan

Goten: Yes. It does.

Gk: Majority in
favor, I win the motion.

Vegeta:
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