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Family Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3495 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Family Therapy
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- 23-23
- 24-2-something
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Family 32!~

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"What are there names again?" Goten asked for the fourth time. He was holding Vega, and he kept calling her Bulla, which Vegeta (the twin) did not really mind but he had a hunch that as soon as their mother returned and found that his children were be called by names that were not their own that he would be less than pleased.

"Goten, aren't you supposed to be a genius?" He asked that drolly. He was tried. The children (including Aya now that she was assured she wasn't the cause of her mother's almost death) were out playing. (The children also included Caradoc and Gohan, and if energy signals were any sign of things, they weren't playing so much as imitating Goku the father all perversion.)

"Ha." Gina said, then she turned her attention back to Radditz who was peacefully sleeping on her rounded stomach. She had come down to help them baby-sit only because (as she put it) she was worried they might "fall asleep and accidentally smother the children" because she didn't care if Vegeta: "lived or died one way or another."

Trunks finally dragged his lazy (and smelling) ass out of bed. He immediately went past them to the kitchen. Goten had yet to follow.

"I am a genius," he said, "Now, which one is Bulla again?"

Oh yeah. Genius there.

~~~***

Right, so the Twins' "my dad is horny I must go assist him" radar thing still functioned appropriately. They came down the stairs, took the triplets and carried them from the kitchen to the living room, then Goten caack ack to say: "Aw, come on, Mom, don't you know that its just plain mean to torture Dad like that? He's a big saiyan with needs you know." (Yes, the kid realized that once Vegeta was done here, with Goku, Goten would be getting a beating for interrupting his parents' silent war.)

When Goten left, Vegeta appeared and pointed out to his mother that: "It's good exercise." Then mumbled something about 'get it while you can.' or some crap.

Vegeta (his mate not his son thank Kami) had sighed, tossed the food he had been attempting to eat on the counter and turned to look at him. Gave him that glare and Goku didn't give one bit of shit about it. Because he had WON! (He always won, but Vegeta was getting increasingly stubborn.) He would have hopped around and celebrated, but it was much more efficient to grab Vegeta, haul him up into his arms and drag him (IT style) to that special room in Bulma's house.

Once there, they stripped, he growled, Vegeta frowned, and they were on the bed. (That was great.) Kissing, groping, tail stroking, grinding, rubbing, probing, licking, sucking and biting were all precursors to that absolute moment of perfection when his mate opened his legs and wrapped them around Goku's waist, drew him down and in. The feel of the moist, hot flesh wrapped around him and he whimpered, sucked on the claim mark as Vegeta stretched under him and wiggled.

Who could get tired of this?

"Kakarot," Vegeta said, he was blushing across the bridge of his nose (Vegeta blushed when you rubbed him the right way) and his hands pushed on Goku's shoulders until they rolled over and he was on top. He sat there for one moment, shifted his legs so he had the leverage he needed and them leaned down, pressed his hot palms against Goku's chest and splayed open his fingers.

Goku tried really hard no whi whine. But every little movement made his hips jerk up, probing inside of Vegeta as if he did not already know every single inch of his mate. He let his hands drift over Vegeta's skin, over the scars on his chest and his back, over his muscles and the nearly invisible stretch marks that bearing his children had made. They were beautiful things, those faded stretch marks.

Vegeta started to move, looked at him, eyes open and bright in the afternoon sunlight that streamed in through the blinds. His hair swayed with his movements as he rocked slowly at first, and then faster. His hands curled into fists and he jerked hiss dos down against Goku, driving the erection deeper into himself. Over and over, until his arms were shaking and his hands slipped on the sweat they had made. Then he slid down to lay against Goku's chest and he tightened all around his mate.

Stilled for a moment and puffed hot breath against Gs ovs oversensitive skin, made him shiver and whine and try to be patient. "'Geeeeta..."

"you take over," Vegeta said. Like it was such a chore. But that was fine, as he rolled Vegeta back under him and kissed him. He like being on top. He liked digging his knees in the bed and driving down into Vegeta, thrusting into his body, and feeling the tightening of the soft thighs around his waist, watching him blush and pant and shake his head back and forth. Feeling those hands (small but strong) on his shoulders, in his hair. The taste of his mouth.

The feeling of his mouth on the claim mark that bound them together for all time.

~~~***

Right. He was in his lab. Various people were in here with him. (The babies whose names may or may not be: Radditz, Bulla and Vega did not count as people.) Gina was here to check on the health of the babies. Vegeta was here to be near Gina (she really did love his idiot twin. She just did not handle hormones well.) Trunks was here to be de-wombed and Presta was here to see if he could figure out whose kid was now taking form in her womb. (He sincerely hoped it wasn't Caradoc's. Full-blooded kid that was 75% royal genetics would be...a difficult kid to handle.)

So. First things first. He pulled all the silver cases out of his pockets and put them on the shelves on the wall. Then he tended to Gina. A quick look (using the ultrasound) proved that yes the kid was healthy. Probably chubby. Would be born sometime soon and then there would be another squalling little boy in need of a name. (Thank KAMI that 'Geta didn't have the pressing need to name his children after family members. Otherwise they might never be able to tell themselves apart.)

Gina left with a soft smile on her face and even let Vegeta go with her. Holding her hand. How cute.

Which meant that Presta was next. After a few routine and painfully simple tests he concluded that it was too soon to find out the paternity of the kid and she sighed and already knew that too. So she left (to go find Caradoc and Gohan who were probably still rutting.)

Trunks was last and he sat in the chair and looked at Goten. "I thought Bulma said there was no way to reverse the hormone therapy."

"There wasn't. I created it. Now there is."

Trunks sighed. "Did she mean what you thought she was going to, Goten?" He looked at him very seriously and Goten felt that stupid 'silent sincerity' thing coming back to him. "Aya?"

"Yes," he said. He meant it. Aya was his daughter, he loved her like he loved Presta. But it wasn't the same as the connection that tied him to Vegeta (his twin.) He didn't even think that he cared as much about his parents as he did his twin. Or Trunks. He cared about them. About Trunks, and Mom and Dad and Aya and Presta. But it would never be the same.

Trunks sighed again. "I am going to miss it...think of all the money we saved on lube."

Goten snorted. "Poor Trunks, you'll just have to go back to being old fashion gay."

~~~***

Okay. So. He was looking at his children. Gohan. His children. And he could NOT remember their names. He felt like he was such a horrible human being at that moment because he just cout ret remember. There was Pan. (That name he could remember. He just thought of his mother and her frying pan.) But the other ones. They were not so easy to remember.

Presta (who had found him and Caradoc post the FOURTH bout of sex) was standing at his side giving him a look of utter disbelief as if she realized that he had forgotten his children's names as well and would have liked to smack him for it.

Caradoc looked at them, turned to look at him, at them, then at him and said: "Who'd you breed with?" Like there was something wrong. But then, after Videl showed up (looking mightily haggard, and Gohan quietly rejoiced that his son and daughters had given her a hard time.) Caradoc's remark then had been: "Ah. That explains it." And he said nothing since.

"Analu!" he said suddenly, and then "Amaya." (He gave himself a mental pat on the back.) They rushed up to him, jumped into his arms and hugged him fiercely.

Then, Amaya promptly burst into tears an Analu followed right behind. "Mommy's mean, Daddy!"

Presta snorted. But she refrained from comment.

"At least I wasn't fifteen," Videl snapped. She crossed her arms over her chest. (Living with Gohan's mother had made Videl bitchy. Gohan now saw that he really shouldn't have moved in with Chichi. It was a doomed thing.)

Caradoc looked disinterested. Thusly he set about shredding leaves with his knife.

Presta literally bit her tongue now. The children in his arms got very still (sensing the impending kicking of their mother's ass) and he backed away from the pregnant seething saiyan girl (with bright blond hair) and Pan (who did not look like she wanted to jump into his arms) backed away too.

"Daddy," Amaya whispered, "Can we stay with you now? Grampa Goku and Grama Vegeta are much nicer than Mommy." Analu nodded.

"I hope she breaks her neck," Caradoc said (in Saiyan, so almost nobody could understand him.) "She looks like a bitch."

"And you're not married either," Videl said, "A bit is not a wedding ring."

The ground began to churn under Presta. But she kept her distance. Her hands were in stiff fists at her side, and he could almost hear the mantra in her head the calming prayer that her father had taught her (yeah, Goten. Goten taught her self-control. Irony huh?)

Gohan set the kids on the ground, moved over to Presta, took her hand and she dropped all the power that was collecting around her, looked at him, smiled at him and followed him when he led her away. Caradoc put the knife away, looked at the kids.

"Are we taking them?" he asked.

"Yes," Gohan said. He picked up Amaya and Analu trotted next to him as they walked away. Videl might have said something, but even with his super-good saiyan hearing, he didn't hear it.

Upon reaching the house, he found that chaos (as usual) was erupting everywhere. The kids (Masuyo, Bardock, Aya) were playing in the yard (Amaya and Analu immediately ran to join) Vegeta and Goku were fighting back and forth between each other (something about Goten and reversing and children.) Goten and Vegeta (twins that is) were sleeping on the lawn chairs outside the front door. Gina was lounging on a third one and Trunks was knocked out (yeah, he was drooling so he wasn't sleeping naturally) on the fourth.

Caradoc smirked.

"You know," Presta said, "Mathematically speaking, if we keep reproducing at this rate the planet will not be able to sustain us for more than the next ten years."

Gohan laughed. "Thank Kami you're only fertile once every eight years."

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Goten: Yay! Sleep

Lil'Geta: Dude, you're supposed to be pimping the new site.

Goten: I am? *feels as if he has failed* Uh...uh...

Goku: *wanders by, picks up sign that proclaims:* IF YOU LOVE GOTEN'S SHIRT AND WANT TO BUY ONE...THEY (select designs) ARE NOW ON SALE!

Vegeta: Kakarot! Put down the advertisement!

Goku: *looks confused*

Seriously tho, folks. Goten's T-shirts (a few designs) are on sale at www.cafepress.com/snarky2 . Isn't that great? I think it is.

If there was a particular shirt that you were just desperately in love with that isn't on there then e-mail me at Card63ver2@yahoo.com and complain to me about how I didn't put up that shirt. Okay?

Other than that, thanks so much to all the folks that be reading. *dies happy* I luv ya.

P.s.: Spread the word. *wink*
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