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Family Therapy

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Sequel to Group Therapy

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.     sp; sp;
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.)

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Vegeta, her mate, had won the
battle for the skirt wearing, but that battle was only completely in his favor
until their son learned to walk. As
soon as Masuyo was big enough to move on his own free will, the panties Vegeta
had long convinced her not to wear returned.
(Because despite her child’s natural power, he was also a natural
‘hide-behind-my-mommy’s-legs-with-my-head-in-her-skirt’) So that fight had been a draw really. She wore skirts, was very used to wearing
them, had taught Presta how to wear a skirt (a lesson that was forgotten when
the girl acquired her first pair of cargo pants) and was currently working on
convincing Aya that skirts were not meant to be worn over jeans.

There
were other more important worries, naturally.
Such as the fact that the parents (Mummy and Goku) were going at it like
bunnies at all hours of the day and night with no respect for the ‘fuck in your
own room’ rule. In fact, they seemed to
almost enjoy breaking this rule and re-christening all the rooms of their house
with their sex. It was downright
nerve-racking. (For her, because Vegeta
just shrugged it off as long as the name he shared with his mother wasn’t
screamed out in ecstasy. Goten and
Trunks didn’t seem to care at all, and the children hadn’t had the joy of
walking in on it yet.)

She
spent her mornings inching through the house hoping that she wasn’t going to
run into them rutting, and was always afraid that somehow they had managed to
hide themselves and the second she relaxed they were going to jump out from
behind a tree and just be there, fucking just to spite her. (Alright, that was a bit of an
overstatement, and she seemed to be a bit of a prude, but there were some
things you just were never meant to see.)
This morning, however, she was woken up by her mate tracing the mark on
her neck with his tongue, idly, like he had all the time in the world to do
this, and she murmured something, ran her hand over his back. Felt his fingers on the inside of her thigh
and grabbed his wrist before they could move anywhere inappropriate. Looked over at the second half of her
room—that was partitioned off with glass doors (those were never closed when
they slept.) Found that both Trunks and
Goten were gone, and released Vegeta’s hand.
Let it track its way up to where he could run his fingers against
her.

Pulled
her own shirt off so he could move that questing mouth downward, and he
murmured something in response to her—probably a thank you or something—and
busily continued to worship her.

~~~***

“It’s
not fair!” Aya shouted for the fourth time.

“You’re
right,” her father replied, “Its not fair that you’re repeating yourself and
giving me a migraine, yet, here I am allowing you to do it.”

She
tossed the mechanical box onto the ground and screamed at him. Flicked her tail in that same way that
Presta did when she was pissed off, and stomped both her feet against the
ground. “That’s NOT what I MEANT and
you KNOW IT!” She kicked the box thing
and said it again: “I can’t get it open!
Why don’t you just show me how?”

Goten
picked up the puzzle he had given her, pulled her hand out and dropped it back
into her grasp. Put his hands on her
shoulders and said: “When you can open it, I’ll start to teach you. Until you do, there’s nothing you’d
understand. It’s not unfair. I opened that damn thing before I learned
how to do anything else. So will
you.” Then he patted her on the head,
turned her around and pushed her toward the door. She stopped, just stood there.
Stared at the dumb puzzle, and contemplated dropping it. (Trunks knew she was, because that’s what he
would have done. He would have dropped
it on the floor and pounded it into metal slivers just to piss Goten off.) Aya growled out something and left the room
with the damn puzzle in hand.

“So,”
he said, leaned back in the chair he was sitting in as he watched Goten work
more on that cage, “How old were you when you opened that box you gave her?”

Goten
sighed. Picked up a screwdriver and
mumbled: “Two.” Then set about
tightening (ygaingain) a couple of the screws.

“And
did you ever figure out just where your brilliance came from?” He had looked at that metal box and was with
Aya on this one. He wasn’t sure anyone
could figure out how to get it open.
(And if they didn’t none of twerewere telling, because his child had
gone to everyone from Bulma to Pan and thus far nobody had a clue.) Goten, alone, seemed to have the answer on
this one and he wasn’t very interested in divulging secrets as of late.

“I’m
a freak of science, Trunks. If my
mother hadn’t drunk the hormone therapy and taken the fertility pills he did, I
wouldn’t be alive today. That’s why I’m
intelligent.”

“And
here I thought you’d say something cute like: because my Mom is or something.” If you asked Vegeta, the twin, why it was he
was so powerful he would tell you absolutely that it was his mother’s side that
had given him his power. Not to
disrespect his father, but he was of the firm belief that it was his mother’s
unending determination that had allowed his sons to get as much power as they
possessed. Goten, when asked this same
question, would shrug, say ‘Look at the parents’ and then go about his
day.

“Well,
that too. But Vegeta’s more like
Mom. They’ve got that strategy
brain.” He dropped the screwdriver and
stepped over to the wall, picked up a few more long bars and set about lying
them in place. He assured Trunks that
once the initial design was in place that they would be welding the bars
together. For now, they were screwed
and bolted and clamped and held together by other various means. Which just made the question of what the
damn thing was for that much more annoying.

~~~***

Vegeta
realized that logic did not play an important factor in where and when Kakarot thought
to have sex, but sometimes he really had to wonder just how he ended up where
he did. Like now, he was on his hands
and knees in the dirt (yes, they were outside) with his mate buried deep inside
of him while his tail was being sucked on (of all things.) Kakarot’s hands were on his chest and his
erection and he had to bit his own tongue to keep from alerting any sort of
wild animal of his activities. (He
liked wildlife as much as the next, but he didn’t think he’d appreciate seeing
a bear at this moment.)

They
had actually been doing something. He
couldn’t remember what it was now, but there was something.

Now
he was clenching his eyes shut as the noises (oh, he hated Kakarot for those
noises) were being pushed out of him by the hardness buried so deep inside of
him he was sure he could feel it in his chest, groaned and whimpered, felt the
smirk of his mate around his tail, and rolled his eyes (behind his closed
eyelids.) Dug his fingers into the
ground and grit his teeth. Tried not to
give the big baka the supreme satisfaction of knowing just how crazy he could
drive his mate.

But
Kakarot was not easily deterred. He
plucked at Vegeta’s nipples and rubbed his erection as he pushed into him at
the perfect angle to make his whole body jerk and shudder and betray him as he
heard that name rumbling out of him. The
hand on his chest flattened against him, and he felt Kakarot pull out, turn him
over, and he was pulled up to his feet (wobbly though his legs were) and his
mate gave him an odd little grin, which wasn’t a great comfort at all, before
he switched from sucking on his tail to licking his erection.

This unexpected
action brought a sharp gasp out of him and he wrapped his fingers in the dark hair
for the stability to remain standing (which was also helped by the hand on his
hip and the fingers inside of him.) He
panted as he was licked and then Kakarot mumbled a little “Mine.” And closed
his mouth around him. Murmured some
pleased noise and then started to suck on him.

Vegeta
shifted his hips forward, whimpered and pressed against the fingers that tried
to move farther inside of him, or faster, he wasn’t sure, and he grit his
teeth, tried to breath and found that once again, that task was not as simple
as it should have been. And just when
everything was centering in his hips, when it came to being a necessity to keep
going, to move faster and harder and reach that insane peak, Kakarot moved
away, held him by both hips. Brought
him down on his lap and impaled him on his erection again.

Kakarot’s
tail grabbed his and wrapped around it tight enough that he could feel it
tingling, and then his mate kissed him, waited for him to open his mouth and
invaded it with his tongue, licked out the taste of him as he moved him up and
down and thrust into him steadily. Held
him right on that edge of insanity and seemed to enjoy the way he was
squirming, ran his fingers over all of Vegeta’s skin until his chest was
heaving as it struggled to get breath, and still the big idiot didn’t let him
tip over into the best part of the occasion.

Until
he pulled back, looked at him very seriously, and whispered—yet again—“mine.”

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Vegeta: No, that
chapter had sucking.

Gk: And sex!

Vegeta: Yes. And sex.

Gina: I got sex!

Trunks: I didn’t.
*pout *

Lil’Geta: that
could be because you keep screaming at the audience. I don’t think Goten finds that extremely attractive.

Trunks: *sniffle
* So?

LadyLupin: