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Hormone Therapy

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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.

I do not own DBZ or any of the characterscauscause
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.

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Goku
waited. But he wasn’t patient. Sex was something different than what he and
Chichi had done, that was all he had to say about it. Vegeta was right about it being like fighting—instinct seemed to
make everything more intense and better—but he didn’t want to fight
Vegeta. Well, he always wanted to
fight, except now, when he wanted to have sex again. Because the sex had been good.
Very good. Better than
eating. And Vegeta had that nice smell
about him, with a slight sweat smell, but not so much that Goku was even
deterred. But he sat, crossed his legs
and watched Vegeta. Thought about
it. Maybe he had done something
wrong. Vegeta always got angry at him
when he did something that he ‘shouldn’t have done’ like when he held back
during their spars, but that wasn’t Goku’s fault. He was used to fighting humans, and you could never really power
up and punch through a human’s chest.
It just wasn’t the thing to do.
So he cocked his head to one side and looked at the Prince—who was still
propped up on his elbows, breathing unevenly.
Hair mussed—it did look longer than normal. Looking delicious, if Goku had any say on the matter. And then Goku thought about it for a
moment.

Because
Vegeta was only part female. He had a…a… Whatever you wanted to call it. The part that Chichi had too—except Goku
definitely preferred Vegeta’s now that he’d felt what real sex was—but he was
still mostly male. And that male part
of him was still like Goku’s—hard—and that didn’t seem fair, all things
considered. So Goku moved forward,
ignored the look of anxiety that just barely crept into Vegeta’s eyes, and
pushed him back to the ground. Goku
wasn’t part female, so he couldn’t let Vegeta inside of him, but he could do
something else. (It was one of those
things that Master Roshi had been talking about a long time ago when he thought
Goku wasn’t listening.)
>

“Kaka
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Goku
wrapped his hand around Vegeta’s erection, ducked his head and licked him. This made the little Prince jerk and
yell. Which was the desired reaction,
Goku supposed. He moved so he was
between Vegeta’s legs, lowered his head again and closed his mouth around him
completely. So far, so good. And for a moment he was trying to think of
what he should do. Reflex imposed and
he swallowed against the erection in his mouth. That made Vegeta’s whole body jerk, he arched clear off the ground
and grabbed Goku’s hair. Encouraged,
Goku sucked. And Vegeta started to flop
like a fish. Good!

But
this close to the origin of that nice smell, Goku was getting distracted. He wanted to go back to the sex. This was okay, and he felt like he owed it
to Vegeta to make him feel especially good—after all the Prince had made Goku
feel very nice—but he would much rather be doing the nicer part. So he sucked harder, kneaded the thighs on
either side of his head, and hoped that Vegeta would hurry up already and be
ready for the other part.

The
hands in his hair tightened, and yanked, pulling him away and up to meet Vegeta’s
eyes. He licked his lips—Vegeta’s taste
was there, like the blood had been, only stronger—and the Prince groaned. “Can we do it again, now?” Goku asked.

“Yes,”
Vegeta growled. He spread his legs and
waited as Goku slid back into him—yeah, the large Saiyan knew there brighter
fish in the sea, but he also knew that if you showed it to him once he could do
it again—and Vegeta was clawing his back again. Goku felt his erection against his stomach, and reached his hand
between them to wrap around it, felt his own saliva and smiled that he had
unwittingly provided the nice slide.
Vegeta was virtually yowling under him, hissing and jerking back against
him. That was nice. He’d been afraid that he was going to hurt the
Prince the last time, and that didn’t seem to be a problem, because Vegeta was
a Saiyan after all, and if the bared teeth and the snarling didn’t clue him in,
than the smell was enough to make Goku a little crazy.

He
thruardearder than last time, faster, felt his ki rising, tried to push it back
down. He’d felt how tight around him
Vegeta had been last time, and Chichi had been even tighter, and she had cried
and told him to stop. That whole fiasco
had been torture on his nerves. And it
seemed everytime he and Chichi had tried to have sex, it was the same damn
problem. But the Prince didn’t seem to
mind that Goku was so big. In fact, as
he scratched his nails hard enough into Goku’s skin to draw blood, the large
Saiyan figured he liked it pretty much.
So he dropped his head to lick the blood on Vegeta’s shoulder, felt
instinct rise, felt the need to protect this man from everyone else in the
world. Wondered what it would be like
if they ever went back to Capsule corp.
Wondered why they would want to if they could just do this all the
time.

“Dammit!”
Vegeta cursed, pulled on Goku’s hair again, dragged his face until they were
only a centimeter apart. Goku coufeelfeel the prince’s rapid breath on his lips, and smelling that sweetness, the
deliciousness that was his Prince, he lowered his mouth to Vegeta’s and pressed
his tongue against the other’s mouth.
And Vegeta let him, let him lick the roof of his mouth, and it was
perfect. Small hands grabbed Goku’s ass
and pressed him harder, so he obliged the hands, thrust in as hard as he ever
dared to fight a human, felt the shivers go up and down Vegeta’s whole body.

The
Prince pulled away from his mouth. “I’m
a Saiyan,” he snapped, “Treat me like one!”

Fine. Goku bared his teeth, felt the anger in him—that
part of him that he associated solely with Saiyan instinct—felt his ki rising,
didn’t control it, didn’t even try to as he started to literally pound the
prince into the ground. And that made
the yowling louder, made the smell better.
Goku slipped his arm around Vegeta’s back, pulled him up so his body was
arch, and shoved into him as hard as he could.
Look at that, Vegeta’s body tightened around him, Goku felt him release,
felt the warmth on his fist that was still sliding on the Prince’s
erection. Vegeta snarled, threw his
head back, bared that shoulder again, and Goku felt everything spiral inward
and downward as he climaxed—again—inside of Vegeta.

Goku
moved so he was sitting with his back against a tree trunk. Vegeta was panting against his shoulder,
sitting on his lap. They breathed
together for a few moments. Goku
smiled. Yep. This sex stuff was the best!

“Kakarot,”
Vegeta’s voice was very light, as if he was falling asleep, “Take me back to
Bulma.” And then he felt the Prince’s head loll against his shoulder, and Goku
sighed. Wondered what exactly he was
supposed to put on the Prince—because he figured Vegeta would not like waking
up naked. He had ripped their clothes,
so that wasn’t an option. He could very
well go back to his own house first and find something to throw on Vegeta
before he took him to Capsule Corp, but Vegeta specifically told him to take
him back to Bulma.

Oh
well. He would rinse them off—because the
Prince was his and nobody else needed to be sniffing around him for any reason,
nor did they need to be staring at his Prince—and then take them back to
Capsule Corp with instant transmission.

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Mindblo. That’s what it was.
Absolutely mindblowing. So much
so that when Goku sat them up, the world took on that orange hue again, and the
underbrush around them started to look like nectarines. Vegeta accepted this as a normal part of the
hormone-changing side effects. Forced
himself to tell Kakarot to take him back to Bulma. Spared half a second before blacking out to hope that he didn’t
wake up to find himself covered in sweat and cum and naked on Bulma’s metal
table.

As
it turned out, when Vegeta woke up he was wearing a bathrobe, and he wasn’t
lying on the metal table, but on the couch.
Bulma was next to him, tsk and shaking her head back and forth. Vegeta blinked, waited for the world to stop
appearing in double vision and then tried to speak—found that wasn’t possible,
cleared his throat and tried it again.
His voice was scratchy—that could have been from all the screaming—and said: “Where’s Kakarot?”

“I
told him that he had to find clothes.
Then I took more of your blood.”
She sat on the floor and looked at him.
“Well, I have bad news for yspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes">
The hormone therapy I was developing worked perfectly, and if you hadn’t
drank a whole six-months worth of a regimen, I might have been able to reve thi this. But I ran some tests while you
were…busy, and found that your body has completely changed to accept the
uterus, and changing it back would cause a lot of problems.”

Vegeta
blinked. His head was throbbing. And his shoulder was aching. When he reached his hand up to touch it, he
felt gauze.

“Goku
kept taking the wrapping off. I put it
back on after he left. Hey! Why are you…?” She tried to stop him from ripping the tape and guaze off his
shoulder, but he was quicker than her, and her efforts failed. He handed the wrapping to her.

“Leave
it,” he said.

“Fine.” She huffed.
“Did you understand what I said?”

“Yes,
woman. Now tell me why my vision is
screwed up.”

“That
should stop by tomorrow. It’s your body
making adjustments. The adjustments
take up so much energy other parts of your brain and body will just not work
right until everything is done getting realigned properly.”

Kakarot
was back. Vegeta could smell him even
before he appeared in the room. He stopped
just inside the doorway and something moved through him, so that he stood as if
he were going to fight for a moment, and when Bulma moved away, Kakarot relaxed. He pushed past her and knelt to look at
Vegeta. “You’re awake. Good!”
He picked Vegeta up—much to the Prince’s embarrassment and annoyance,
because he was more than capable of walking himself.

“Kakarot,”
he said, “Put me down.”

“No. You shouldn't be walking.”

Vegeta
closed his mouth and tried to stifle the impulse to do exactly as his mate
commanded. Failed, and was force to
accept the fact that until Kakarot told him otherwise, he would be forced to be
carried around by the overgrown Saiyan.
“Where are we going?” he said.

“I
made you something to eat.” He set
Vegeta at the table, and handed him a whole ham. “Eat,” he said.

And—of
course—Kakarot watched him eat until he started that spastic shaking thing
again and said: “So can we have sex
again now?”

Vegeta
thanked every deity he had ever known that it was only Bulma sitting at the
table, but even her jaw seemed to drop straight to the floor. And from her, there came a stifled
giggle. The woman was getting too much
amusement for Vegeta’s peace of mind, and he would have turned and obliterated
her if not for the fact that his mate had commanded him to eat and until he
finished that he couldn’t do anything else.

“Vegeta,”
Kakarot whined, “Can we?”

Vegeta
ripped the last bit of ham off the bone and chewed on it, took a mental
assessment of exactly how sore he was.
Considered if it was worth it to say yes. Decided it probably wasn’t the best idea, wondered if Kakarot
would take no as an answer and sighed. “No,”
he said, “Not tonight.”

The
baka pouted, but nodded reluctantly. “Tomorrow
then?”

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Review!
Review my pretties!

Gk:
Yeah! Sex!spanspan>Lots of Sex! Sex for me!

Vegeta: *attempting
to find way to break mating bond* Yeah
for you.

Gk: I
say: More sex now!

Vegeta: No.

Gk: What do
you mean no?

Vegeta. I
mean no. It’s the end of the chapter.

Gk: No
fair! *pout*

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