Mental Therapy | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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First: A) As
this is a sequel it is entirely necessary for you to read the story before it:
Hormone Therapy. It is not necessary to
read Cross-eyed, but it would be nice if you did.
B)
(Just in case I don’t make it obvious) Takes place 16 years post Hormone
Therapy & 1 year (probably about nine months) prior to the Twin’s filching
the Time Machine.
Second: I don’t own DBZ. I own Vegeta’s uterus, his twin sons: Lil’Geta & Goten.
Third: Smut.
Humor. Slash. Crude language.
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Kakarot
was mumbling something about how he was going to beat his sons into a coma so
they would stop making trouble and interrupted him when he was ng tng to have
great sex. And he did this while he pulled
his gi back on, angrily gnashed his teeth and tossed Vegeta his clothes.
Vegeta
got dressed with much less of a show.
Let Kakarot take his arm and IT them to where the explosions of ki were
originating. (Only their twins would
set off this order of ki. It was a
subconscious thing, Vegeta was sure, but they always set off the exact same set
of blasts.) And when they shimmered
back into the plane of reality, there was a swarm of sixty-some humans, some
with baseball bats, one unlucky fellow with what Vegeta assumed used to be a
knife. It was bent in half now, and the
man was shaking and staring at it.
In
the middle of the fray, laughing—as usual—was their youngest twin, Goten. He was dodging all their attacks, not even
fighting back, just dancing around in the midst of them, making them hit each
other. Laughing and making snide
comments like “To think you fuck better than you fight.” And “I’ve seen snails that hit harder.” And “I know this pig that is actually more
attractive than you.”
His
first born son was standing outside the crowd, arms crossed over his chest,
shaking his head sadly. Kakarot moved
over im. Then he cleared his throat and shouted: “EVERYONE STOP!” The
humans paused for a moment, except one guy who thought he’d be smart and he
brought the baseball bat down against Goten’s arm. Something cracked—bone or bat was not obvious—and Goten reacted
as befitted his heritage, kicking the jerk, and said human went flying out of
the crowd, landed on his back outside the crowd. Goten picked up the bat that he dropped and rested it on his
shoulder.
“What
are you doing?” Kakarot asked.
“They
said they wanted to kick my ass,” Goten said.
“I was just trying to give them the opportunity.” Another industrious fellow lunged forward
with a metal bat and when he brought it down, Goten turned, screamed in the
sort of anger that defined his older Twin.
Power shoved outward, and the whole crowd was knocked to their ass. Goten grabbed the bat the idiot had hit him
with, cracked it in half and punched the bastard. “When I am talking to my fucking mother you will WAIT.”
“Why
don’t you tell them how this all started,” Vegeta (the twin) said.
“Well,
you seem to want to, why don’t you?”
Vegeta
(the pregnant one) sighed heavily. Felt
one of those infamous battles coming on.
Honestly didn’t care what started the fight, didn’t care if his son
broke in the face of every single human here, because if they had to come up
with this many people to fight against just one of his sons, the stupid asses
deserved whatever was coming at them.
“I
won’t say,” Vegeta snapped at his brother, “Because it wasn’t my ass involved
in the controversy.”
Goten
crossed the open space between them in a few seconds, used the bat that he had
been holding to hit his twin, Vegeta caught the blow before it would have
landed on his arms, wrenched the bat away and tossed it off to the side.
Before
the fight got any further along, Kakarot grabbed them both by their hair and
pulled them apart, listened to them go ‘Ow, ow, ow!’ and ‘Hey!’ Cleared his throat again. Breathed.
And then turned to look at the crowd of amazed men that were slowly
climbing to their feet. “Shows over,
folks.”
Vegeta
thought of how ridiculous his children looked when they were trying to jerk
away from their father. He knew for a
fact that no amount of attempting would free his sons until Kakarot was good
and ready to let them go. He watched
the humans mill around. Then cleared
his throat. Pointed his finger at the ground under their feet and started
shooting small ki blasts at them. “He
said Go Away.”
“Come
on Dad!” Goten said. He was trying to
jerk away by pulling down, while Vegeta was just trying to move away, and
frowning as he crossed his arms over his chest and realized he wasn’t getting
anywhere.
Kakarot,
then, knocked their heads together and let them fall on their asses. Moved back to stand next to Vegeta. Waited for the pesky ones to sit up and rub
the bruises on their foreheads. “I was
trying to have sex,” Kakarot said, “And you’re stupid little fight interrupted
me.”
“It
wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle,” Goten said. He climbed back to his feet.
Turned his arm to where he could see it. The skin had broken open, and it was bruised all around the point
of impact, but it wasn’t broken—or else his twin would have already set it for
him.
Vegeta
(the young one) climbed to his own feet, dusted his pants off. Didn’t say anything in his own defense or
the defense of his brother. Stood
there, mouth closed, anger brewing. As
a mother, he sympathized with his child, because he knew what it was like to
have that anger. Knew what it was to
feel darkness. But he knew that he
would never understand the depths of it, because the only one that was capable
of that was Goten, and the younger twin bypassed his own share of that darkness
with a smirk, a flip of his middle finger and a snide remark. Could not be bothered.
Kakarot
huffed. “No more fighting with
humans. You want to fight find someone
who can defend themselves.>
>
“We
can defend ourselves from that pansy ass!” came the shout from the remaining
humans.
Vegeta
turned his head, and in the peripherial vision he saw his son light up like a
firefly and heard the scream of:
“WHY
DON’T YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I TEAR YOU DAMN JAW OFF?!” And for once, it was not Vegeta who said
this, but Goten. Seething in a rage
that had taken him years to build up.
He controlled it though, far better than his brother would have, because
instead of attacking the mouthy idiot, he curled his own hands into fists so
tight he was probably bruising himself.
Kakarot
turned to look at him. “It’s my turn
isn’t it?”
And
his mate sighed again. Moved forward,
bursting into Super Saiyan, grabbed their youngest twin and blinked them both out
of sight.
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