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Mental Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5151 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mental Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-Lemony Interlude
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-Funny Interlude
- 15-13
- 16-14
- 17-15
- 18-16
- 19-17
- 20-18
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Mental Therapy

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Sequel to Hormone Therapy

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.

~~~~***

�Kakarot,�
Vegeta said when his mate returned to their home and laid their unconscious
children out on their beds. �I had
assumed that when you said you�d beat them into a coma you were not being
literal.�

To
which Kakarot just sighed heavily. �I
didn�t do it,� he said, �Gotessedssed out and then Vegeta passed out with
him.� He turned their light off and
left their room. Vegeta (adult one)
followed him, and closed the door to his sons� room. Watched Kakarot go into the bathroom, listened to him start the
shower, wash quickly and get back out.

He
stopped, looked at Vegeta and then yawned.
�I�m too tired for sex,� he said.
And the whole world just turned over in their graves, and Vegeta
(without the baka noticing) pinched himself to make sure he had not died or
this was not a dream. But the baka just
yawned again, disappeared into their room and as Vegeta moved to stand in his doorway,
his mate curled up on the bed and fell asleep.
And he was annoyed. Because the
twins and their dumb little stunt had interrupted him having sex, and now his
preternaturally horny mate had decided he was too tuckered out to have
sex. Which left Vegeta standing in the
hallway, trying to figure out why he was disappointed in this turn of
events. (other than the fact that he
was cheated out of great sex.) Because
normahe whe was trying to wear out the baka.

And
he never, ever had been able to.

Asshole. Just wait and see if he was going to get
any. Ever.

~~~**

�This
is fucking boring,� Goten said. "> He was
lying on his back just next to the fire, tossing stones up into the air and
catching them.

�Well,
wake up,� Vegeta snapped, �Its not like I�m the one that�s keeping us here.�

�Not
that easy, asshole. I blacked out. This could last for a while. It�s not psychological; it�s physical. My body�s response to trauma.� Mostly he was certain that was true. There had to be an element of the psychological
in there somewhere, because if there wasn�t, then the world around them
wouldn�t be black and they wouldn�t be sitting next to a little fire. If this were a purely physical blackout
Vegeta wouldn�t have been able to be sucked into it. He could have just woken Goten up using the whole �joined life
forces� thing.

�Whatever.�

Goten
huffed. �Don�t you ever get sick of
it?�

Vegeta
was sitting on a rock�which he had conjured up out of his own mind. And he looked at his brother, sighed. And said: �More often than you probably.�

�I
wish there were more of us,� Goten said.
Knew that Vegeta understood those things he didn�t say. Neither one of them was especially gifted at
expressing their feelings. (Unless they
were anger.) But Vegeta understood. �There�s only so many times you can dye a
nation green before the joke gets old.�

�Why�d
you let that asshole fuck you?� Vegeta asked.
That edge was back in his voice, the part of him that always surfaced
when something bad happened, the part that declared absolutely that they�as the
twin sons of the Prince�were above all other beings in the universe and nobody
was allowed to do anything to them that wasn�t absolutely in worship and awe of
them.

�I
was bored.�

�So
read a fucking book.�

�Doesn�t
take long enough.�

�Get
in a fucking fight.�

�You
weren�t around.�

�Why
didn�t you fuck him then?�

�Too
much work. Not enough payoff.� Goten sat up. �Do you realize that you use the word fuck a lot?�

Vegeta
just shook his head. �Where did your
little episode come from anyway?�

�Don�t
know.� He crossed his legs and looked
at his hands. They were still bruised,
which meant that he was blocking the natural healing mechanism (thusly, the
psychological element of this all.) �I
just wish something would happen.
Someone would attack. A group of
rouge Saiyans would reappear. Humans
would evolve into something stronger.�

�Goten;
don�t wish pain on the planet because you need a good lay.�

Goten
rolled his eyes. �Well, excuse me, the Great
Vegeta, I�ll remember that we can�t all have amazing sex like you.�

�Hey,�
and there was the change of subject voice, �What would happen if Mom never
drank that hormone therapy?�

That
was an interesting question. The
bruises on his hands started to lighten.
And as he thought about it, contemplated the meaning of Time in
correlation to dimensional travel, he realized that the blackness all around
him was getting lighter.

�Finally!�
Vegeta said just before he disappeared.

~~~***

As
Vegeta (the grown one) thought about it; he realized there were many reasons
why it was a good thing to be Kakarot�s mate.
One, as was now being demonstrated, great sex. He woke up to find that Kakarot had recovered from being t,
a,
and was rubbing musky-smelling oil all over him; massaging him, even. With the biggest, horniest grin on his
face. And Vegeta opened his eyes only
long enough to feel the warm hands working on his shoulders, moving down to his
lower back, and then he let his eyes close again, murmured something, and felt
the kiss press to his temple.

'> �Morning
�Geta,� Kakarot said. And he continued
to his work. Smoothing his hands down
Vegeta�s back, on either side of his spine.
Moving all the way down to the tail scar, running all his fingers around
it�but not touching it�and then he moved back upward along his side. Massaged his shoulders, moved back down,
then back up. And Vegeta thought that
if he could have, he probably would have purred.

Then
he felt the hot breath against the tail scar, the warmth of a tongue pressed to
it, and he smiled. Oiled hands moved
down, massaged his ass, his thighs, pulled him up onto his knees�Kakarot�s
mouth still attacked to the tail spot�and one of the hands moved around to wrap
around his erection. Already slippery
with oil, and hot. Vegeta bit back the
groan and pushed into it, felt Kakarot�s head follow his hips down as he
started to suck on the scar.

All
of those muscles that had just been relaxed were starting to jerk and tighten
up again. The great baka just chuckled,
pressed his lips against the scar and turned Vegeta over. Kissed him, tasted like cinnamon, and
smiled. �Morning, Geta,� he
repeated. And as long as his hand kept
moving like it was, Vegeta could have cared less what the idiot said. (Unless it involved him giving his children
a full account of the sexy parts of their mother.) Kakarot�s free hand closed around him, wove his fingers through
Vegeta�s and pressed both of their hands tight to the bed as he pushed himself
up.

With
a precision that really defied the laws of nature, Kakarot pushed into
him. Stopped and smiled again. Stopped his hand too, and just looked at
Vegeta.

This
was annoying.

�Kakarot,�
he said.

The
idiot shivered, the hand started to move.
His mate move down to whisper in his ear, voice deep and full of sex: �I
love the way you say my name like that�� His hips moved back, pushed back into
Vegeta, deeper, pressed his legs out of the way. The hand around Vegeta�s tightened and loosened as Kakarot pushed
into him.

Despite
himself, Vegeta smiled, used his free hand to wrap in that dark, soft hair,
pull matemate�s face to where he could kiss him, opened touthouth above his,
kissed him sloppily. Moved his hand
from the hair to the neck, pulled him harder, wanted to feel every inch of the
baka�s skin on his, and when the pulling didn�t work, he broke away from the
mouth. Tipped his head back, let the
groan rise up from his stomach, where he felt the pleasure building, and said:
�Kakarot��

This
worked. Kakarot fell down to his elbow,
moved his hand away from Vegeta�s erection as his stomach pressed against
it. Moved his hips in tight
circles. Bared his teeth and pressed
them against Vegeta�s skin, like kisses, only more primal. Uttered the insane word: �Mine�

And
Vegeta grinned, �Kakarot,� he said in response. Hot hands pressed against his thighs, pushed his legs up, slid
under to his ass, pulled him up as he was thrust into. And as the whimpers and moans came out of
his mouth, he kept uttering that name in response to the growls of Mine.

Felt
every bead of sweat as it broke out over his skin, slid against Kakarot, felt
the baka trying to crawl all the way inside of him, and let the name become
just syllables as he continued to say it, louder, and then softer, deeper and whimpered
it. Felt his toes curl, his hands
fisted, he pressed a fist to his own forehead, felt teeth break through the
scar on his shoulder.

Let
the explosion run through his whole body as Kakarot screamed into him. Looked at his mate when he pulled back,
licked his lips and smiled. �More?� was
the question.

Vegeta
shook his head, sighed, and pushed on the shoulders above him, felt Kakarot
roll them over, sat�impaled on Kakarot as he yet again was hardening�on his
mate�s hips. Tightened all his internal
muscles, listened to the little whimpers.
�Do you know what I like to hear?� he asked, pressing his hands to the
hard chest under him, leaning down so he was staring into those dark eyes.

A
whimper was the response.

�I
like to hear you screaming my name.� He
grinned when Kakarot groaned and closed his eyes, watched him run a hand
through his own sweaty hair, arch under Vegeta as he rose and fell just a
centimeter or two, but rhythmically clenched around his mate as he did it. He grabbed one of the baka�s hands and
wrapped it around his erection, moved in inches instead of centimeters, never
stopped the rhythm of his muscles, and as he felt his hair respond to the
rising energy in the room, and felt Kakarot�s whole body get harder as his ki
rose, he just grinned and moved more rapidly.

Pressed
his legs to the sides of his mate, felt the scream as it gathered up in the
chest under his hands, and when his name was screamed, he thought that was the
most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

~~~**

�Can
we pass out again?� Vegeta asked, �Because I will never recover from
that.� He put his fingers in his ears
and shuddered in disgust.

�What?�
Goten said, �I think I�ve gone temporarily deaf.�

�I
wish they had named me Hubert,� Vegeta muttered.

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

Lil�Geta: Before
this, I was wondering why this story was called Mental Therapy; but having just
heard my name being screamed out in orgasmic pleasure BY MY FATHER, I
completely understand.

Vegeta: I liked
it.

Gk: I liked it
too.

Lil�Geta: That�s
so gross.

Goten: Huh? I�m freaking deaf, here! What are you guys saying?

Getarian:

(don�t
tell anyone) but I think this one is my favorite. I really like the twins.
And the way the whole family interacts with one another. I�m always grinning when I write this. (Its sort of hard to grin when you�re doing
angst and that might be the reason I�m not grinning when I�m writing More of
Us.) I love their deranged family. And am very glad that Child-Services doesn�t
apply to Saiyan families or there would be a social worker knocking on the Son
household everyday.

Jaygoose:

They
didn�t share the black-out so much as Vegeta purposefully got himself sucked
into Goten�s black out by touching the bite-mark.

Mechanical butterfly:

I
like Goku with kids. I don�t mind
whether he�s the �mother� or the �father� I just think that he would be really
good with them either way. (obviously I
do, considering I�ve got two stories on that very subject.) Annnnnyyyyywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. Yes, the parental-units didn�t want the
Twins to mate and be stuck with someone they didn�t really want to be stuck
with. That rule would have been lifted
when they got older. (Considering
Vegeta & Goku were between 30-50 when they got together.)
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy