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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
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.

~~~~***

Goten
stood on the corner. Leaned back against
the lamp post and looked at his watch again.
Patience was something that he did not excel at. But he was endeavoring to stand here without
having to get into a fight with anything or destroy anything or grab a random
person off the street and have his wicked way with them. And as he stared at the little patch of
sidewalk in front of him, his vision was obscured by a pair of women�s legs�she
was wearing kick-ass boots�and he rose his eyes up to see her face, saw that
she was staring at him like she was trying to figure out just where the hell
she had seen him before. And she was
wearing a turtle-neck with no sleeves.
(Why bother wearing the turtle neck if you weren�t cold?) She had a lot of dark hair that was pulled
away from her face. She was pretty,
sort of. Short. Broad hipped. Sturdy even.

And
she finally stopped staring at his face, glanced down to his hands, then looked
at his shirt. (A yellow one that said:
I�m Easy, How About You?) Then she
shook her head sadly and stopped staring.

�Hey,�
he said, �Could you stand right here?� he asked, moving away from the post he
had been leaning on and motioning to the space he had just been standing
in. She looked for a moment like she
was going to say something, but before any words could leave her mouth, she
moved. �Thanks,� he said.

That
left the sidewalk space open, and he glanced at his watch again. Waited the three remaining seconds, and
nearly jumped up and down and shouted out in sheer happiness when a small
discus appeared in the empty area. He
picked it up, smiled at the short woman, and dropped the discus in his pocket.

Whistled
to himself as he went back to the Capsule Building�s HUGE lab. Dropped his successful experiment with time
travel on the table in his part of the lab, and sat in his chair, leaned it
back and put his feet on the table.
Closed his eyes and pondered about how he was going to take the basics
of this minute trial and apply it universally enough that he could transport
his brother and himself through time in a time machine big enough to hold them
and whatever supplies he would need.

�What
are you smirking about?� Vegeta asked.
He stood on the other side of the table, arms over his chest.

�Something
worked out the way it was supposed to.
I think I can fix Aunt Bulma�s time machine.�

�You
should leave it alone. You know how
long she�s been working on it.�

Goten
let his feet hit the floor, picked up a medicine bottle and tossed it to his
brother. �Give these to Fluffers,� he
said.

Vegeta
looked skeptical. �What are they?�

�Fertility
drugs. I was wondering if they worked
the same on dogs as they did on�� He
let that sentence die, because he didn�t really want to tell Vegeta that Aunt
Bulma had given their mother fertility drugs so he could get pregnant and their
father would stop making with the sex all the time. His poor twin was still traumatized by hearing his name (really
it was his mother�s name) being screamed out by their father.

�Whatever. Leave the time machine alone.�

Goten
lifted his hand, gestured vaguely and waited until Vegeta disappeared. (Taking the fertility pills with him, which
meant that he was going to give them to Fluffers, and he spent a few moments
hoping that the poor dog would be alright.)

~~~**

�Oh,
hi Vegeta,� Bulma said. She looked up
from the silver-bag she was trying to perfect.
Goten had taken it from her lab a week ago and just now returned it to
her, saying that he had managed to get the bag to reseal itself every time it
was closed, and to flatten out the towel but he couldn�t get it to rinse. Which was nice to hear, because she loved
that kid but he was damn annoying with his brain the size of a planet. �I thought you�d been pinned to a wall
somewhere.�

�Can
you still tell if I�m pregnant with those blood tests?�

Oh. That�s a new development. When last she and Vegeta spoke he was
bemoaning the fact that Goku was trying to get him pregnant again. �Uh� Yeah.�
She dropped the bag and moved over to the shelves that collected dust
and held all of her old projects.
ho
hormone therapy that turned Vegeta into a mommy was there, the fertility pills
had turned up missing, but she still had the blood testing equipment.) �Let me see your arm.�

It
was good to know that not all Saiyans were wimps about needles. Vegeta stood there, let her take his blood,
and thenchedched her processing the test.

�Can
you tell me how many?�

�Well,
how pregnant are you?�

�Few
days. Maybe a week.�

�Not
yet. But we should be able to tell
soon.� She looked at the print out from
the test, and smiled. �Yep, you�re
going to be a mommy again!� She laughed
at him, because while the Prince looked pleased about this, it was no secret
that should another set of twins come out of this all of them would have gray
hair and be in their graves at an early age.

~~~**

Vegeta
(the eldest twin son) held the kitten in one hand, felt it trying to dig its
tiny little claws into his skin and shook his head at it. Poor thing.
Didn�t look like it was especially happy about being stuck with
him. Which was just fine, because he
wasn�t exactly keen on being stuck with it.
Gina wanted the cat, and she could keep it, and he would finally have a
reason to be happy that she still lived with her parents. (Because that would be the only
reason.) When he concentrated on her,
and raised his free hand to his forehead to IT, he found that she was standing
in the cold, on a street corner, whimpering to herself and saying mean little things
like: �Where is that fucking alien? I�m
going to kill him.�

�Why
are you out here?� he asked, �It�s ten-thirty at night!�

�Oh
really?!� she said, �I HAD NOT NOTICED.�
Then she stopped shuddering for a moment and smiled. �Is that my
kitten?�

He
handed it to her. Watched her kiss it�s
little face and run her fingers down its furry little back. Pulled his own jacket off and wrapped it
around her shoulders. �Why are you out
here anyway?�

�I
think your brother told me to stay here.�

�Excuse
me? Why would Goten have told you to
stay here?� She wasn�t moving. So he picked her up and kissed her forehead.

�I�m
sorry,� he said.

�It�s
not your fault,� she rested against him and let the kitten get trapped between
the two of them. It meowed and reminded
them that while they were big and all grown up, it was just a baby with flimsy
little baby-bones. �I love my kitty,�
she said. Picked it up, stared at its
behind and then said �He�s very nice.�

�We
need to get you home,� he said.

�Unfortunately. Except I don�t think I can tell my mom that
my alien lifemate�s brother told me to stand on a street corner. She might get the wrong idea. And that reminds me,� she said this all in
the same breath, �How many T-shirts does your brother have, and do they all say
something about sex?�

�Last
time he counted there were 138 of them, and he had one that says something
about ass-whuppings. The rest are sex.�

~~~**

Goku
grabbed his mate as soon as he stepped one foot back into their house, gathered
him up and kissed him as he attempted to growl out something about how it was
rude to attack the Prince. And as he
kissed him, and tasted that indignation in the way Vegeta�s teeth scraped
against his tongue and lips, he thought that he could smell Bulma on his
mate. Now she was generally his best
friend in all the world, but she should not leave her smell lingering on his
mate. And in order to prove this to the
both of them he was going to have to do something drastic.

Vegeta
pulled away from his mouth and breathed.
�This is hardly the place Kakarot.�

He
nuzzled Vegeta�s shirt away from his shoulder, kissed the bite mark, licked
it. Sucked on it until it started to
bruise and felt that Vegeta�despite his protesting�was pressing his erection
against Goku�s stomach. Very
promising. He turned, kept one hand on
the very nice ass of his mate, and the other around his back with his fingers
on Vegeta�s neck. Made it part the way
up the stairs, turned, pressed Vegeta against the wall and felt that his mate
was moving to take off his own shirt�which was perfect!�and he paused long
enough to suck the side of his mate�s neck that wasn�t marked. Left a bruise there, tasted Vegeta and licked
his lips as he pushed his stomach back against the rolling hips that canted
against him.

Carried
them up a few more steps, watched Vegeta tip his head back, watched him mumble
something and then tighten his fingers on Goku�s shoulders until he tore the
clothe there. Thought that he was very
glad everything had worked out this way in life. Even if his pesky sons were always right there on the forefront
of everything ready to disturb sex.
Tonight; he would not listen to them.

If
they died, he would wish them back tomorrow.

Vegeta�s
back hit the door to their room, and he kissed Goku again as he reached down
and turned the knob. Goku stumbled,
tripped on stray clothes and landed�perfectly�on top of Vegeta on the bed.

�Shit,
people. Close your fucking doors.� That was one of those annoying kids. The door closed, that was all that mattered.

And
Vegeta took the hand that was on his ass, pulled it around to the front and
moved it where he wanted it, and Goku slid his fingers into that warmth, sucked
on the mouth under his and felt the strong, small hands of his mate pulling at
his pants.

Hot,
slick hand closed around his erection and stroked him. Using the hand that
wasn�t occupied inside his mate rip ripped the tight pants, tossed away the
scraps and felt the legs opening up.
Hands shoved his pants down enough to free his erection and then the
guided him down to where his fingers were still slipping in and out of moist,
warm body.

Vegeta
pulled back again, arched under him and said: �This now,� squeezed Goku�s
erection. Used his free hand to pull
Goku�s fingers out of him, groaned and whimpered, and then hooked a leg around
his mate�s hips and pulled him back inside.

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

Hehe. Incomplete Lemon.

Gk: GASP! I remembered what happened last time I
didn�t make it to the good part!

Vegeta: I think we
all remember.

Gk: THIS WILL NOT
HAPPEN AGAIN.

Goten: I wonder
what the psychological impact of having to listen to your parents talk about
sex all the time is?

Lil�Geta: A
T-shirt collection?

Goten: Haha, smart
ass.

Mechanical Butterfly:

(Is
hiding Vegeta in closet out of which there is rising a stench of lemons.) Of course I reviewed your story. I�m slowly but surely working on reading all
your work. But generally when I�m trying
to write I try not to read other folks� work because I don�t want to
accidentally pilfer one of their ideas.
But I am reading when I�m a chapter or two ahead in all the fics. So I�ll be sure to review like you reviewed
my stories.

Getarian:

*Glances
at story, tries to find the word �Go.�*
I don�t see it. (Ah, insanity.)

Yeah,
Vegeta (lil one) is offended for his brother because I don�t think that Goten
can actually muster the interest to be offended. It definitely was a good thing that he found (and fell in love
with) Trunks� nice ass, or the whole world would be suffering from his boredom.

Oh,
I loved that line! �I wish they had
named uberubert.� Poor Lil�Geta. I�m sure he does get sick of hearing his dad
talk about how lovely grown-up Geta is.
(And screaming his name.) Sigh,
no wonder they spend so much time away from home.

PS. FOLKS:

Unfortunately
(due to the fact that I have to rip my hair out every single Sunday trying to
get to the computer) I won�t update tomorrow.
But I promise and swear and all that good nonsense that on Monday
Morning there will be a new chapter for every story. (well, every story except those that are finished like More of
Us, Hormone Therapy and Cross-eyed.)

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Sequel to Hormone Therapy