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Which
was the sequel to Hormone Therapy & Cross-eyed.
WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS:
A.
I do not own DBZ. If I owned
it, the twins would be in the show and everyone would be running and screaming
in fear of Goten’s insatiable need for chaos and sex. (However, I do own: Vegeta’s uterus, the twins, Trunks’ uterus
(when he gets one) and Gina.)
B.
If you did not read Hormone Therapy or Mental Therapy than you will be
as clueless as newborn. You should go read
Cross-eyed, but you don’t have to.
C.
There will be SEX. Between two
males and between man & woman.
There will be CRUDE LANGUAGE.
(Goten’s T-shirts will be mentioned.)
D.
And this is AU. And it’s all
about humor.
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This
is what Vegeta had said to him: If he
thought he was ever getting sex again he needed to think of a damn good way to
make it up to the Prince, because Vegeta’s ass was not for public display. Which, of course, Goku adamantly agreed
with. Vegeta’s ass was his. Just his.
But
this little thing where his mate thought he was going to get away with taking
away the sex. Well, as they say, that
was not going to last long. But he
figured he did owe Vegeta something because he had woken him up and dragged him
to a Supermarket to have sex with him in an attempt to outdo his son who had
done the same thing with his mate.
(Bastard of a grinning son, who caused more damage than him.) Anyway, he was going around in circles in
his thoughts, when suddenly he realized (Thanks to his oldest twin son
saying: “Still trying to think of ways
to suck up to Mom?”) he could just ‘suck up’ to Vegeta and everything would
just peachy!
Which
is why he was no pinning his mate’s hips to a wall while he licked his
erection. Felt the hands in his hair
and grinned, felt like he should laugh—but didn’t—and drew Vegeta into his
mouth, ran his teeth on the underside of the erection, felt the shiver go
through his mate’s whole body. Closed
his lips around him, sucked on him and hummed.
Let
his head be held still and released the slim hips so Vegeta could move against
him. Thought that if he didn’t get to
the sex for this he was just going to stop being a nice fellow and have sex
anyway. (But he knew as well as Vegeta
that this was going to work.)
He
stilled the hips again, put one of short legs over his shoulder and slid his
fingers into the warmth and heaven that was Vegeta. Heard the moan and his name, and mumbled something
appreciatively. Felt the hands in his
hair twist and winced a bit—not much—as he scrapped his teeth across Vegeta’s
hardness again.
“DAMMIT!”
Vegeta shouted, pulled his mouth off of him and dragged him back to his feet,
attacked him and kissed him, used his hands to tear at the pants and knocked
him right back onto the floor. Goku
opened his mouth and let Vegeta’s tongue invade him as he was freed from his
pants and guided into the heat and softness of Vegeta. Groaned into the kiss and thought that he
was damn good at getting what he wanted.
Vegeta
pulled back and glared at him. “I hate
you,” he hissed.
Which
was a lie. Goku wrapped his fingers
around the Prince’s slim waist and lifted him up, pulled him back down, watched
how very much his mate ‘hated’ him as his skin got slippery and he started to
pant. Watched the eyes get darker and
skin get dusky as it flushed. Licked
his lips and sat up, kissed Vegeta again, felt arms go around his back and
Vegeta took over moving himself.
Sex
really did solve everything.
He
moved away from the warm mouth, “Mine,” he whispered, kissed the neck, felt his
name rattling out of the perfect throat, moved down to the scar on his
shoulder. Kissed it and breathed on it,
felt the way his mate shivered and whined, and then sank his teeth into the
perfect skin.
Heard
Vegeta say “Dammit” and “Kakarot” and thought that was a beautiful sound. Stroked his tail and felt his own tail
wrapping around Vegeta’s leg. Licked
the claim mark, thought that Vegeta was all his. Absolutely just his and his alone and it was about time that he
set about reminding everyone of this fact.
(Especially his mate who thought he could just go about and take away
sex.)
~~~***
“I
swear that if you so much as think about touching me again for at least FOUR
solid hours I will get a butcher knife and CUT IT OFF.” Trunks shoved Goten away from him (for the
second time, and the cheeky bastard was just grinning, fully aware that he was
probably going to win this fight because he did every time.)
“That’s
so mean,” Goten said, licked his lips and sat on the bed, flicked his tail back
and forth behind him as he considered this new and unpleasant development.
Trunks
was standing. (Well, mostly he was
leaning against the wall and trying to stand.)
“How long did ake ake your Mother to get pregnant anyway?”
“Two
weeks or so. But he took a fertility
drug. Which you are not going to take.”
Wasn’t
it amazing that his mate could sit there and have whole logical conversations while
he was doubtlessly plotting how he was going to get Trunks trapped under him
again. Fucking insane! How could Vegeta stand it? (Not that Trunks really thought Goku gave
the Prince much of an option.) “Why
not?”
“Well,
the reason ‘Geta and I were born was because of the fertility drug. And I love my brother, but I don’t think we
should have twins.” He was surprisingly
keeping his distance. Asshole. Must be up to something. “Alright,” Goten said, “I’ll leave you alone
for a few hours. ‘Ge>‘Geta probably needs
to sleep anyway.” He stood up. Picked his pants up off the floor and pulled
them on. Left his chest bare—because
Goten really honestly did not possess an ounce of modesty—and turned his back
as he looked out the window. Trunks
stared at the lines and lines of scars that went down his back and grinned,
thought that he had put those there.
“Yeah, you might want to go see Bulma and have her run a blood test to
see if your fertile.” He looked over
his shoulder. “’Geta says you stink
like you are, and I can smell it, but Bulma might be able to give you an idea
of just when you should be most fertile.”
Then he waved his hand and disappeared.
Asshole. Trunks breathed out a little breath of
relief. Picked up a bathroom—a very
long one that went straight down to his ankles—and wrapped it around him. Went in search of Bulma. Thought that if he didn’t get to the
conceiving soon they were never going to have children because he was going to
remove Goten’s ability to make babies.
~~~***
She was
pouting. “I’m a bad person,” she said,
“I was really mean to Mummy.” Like he
was supposed to agree with her.
Which
he didn’t, said: “You’re not a bad person, Gina.”
To
which the psychotic one replied: “DAMMIT, VEGETA, I think I know just what the
hell I am. It is me I’m talking about
dammit!”
After
blinking, considering the best course of action and deciding there was no best
course, he sighed, and said (very unseriously:) “Ok, you’re a bad person.”
To
which she started to cry and smacked him on his arm. “See? Even you think I’m
a bad person.” Collapsed against his
chest and cried. Like he had really
meant it when he agreed with her.
INSANE WOMAN. But he loved
her. Despite the killer mood-swings
that would put any full-blooded Saiyan to shame. (Yes, Vegeta remembered his Grandmother, and that
woman…well…let’s just say he knew where Goten got his highly-developed sense of
revenge from.)
Then,
(as if summoned from sheer thought) there was Goten. He appeared and yawned.
Looked at Gina and raised a quizzical eyebrow. Then patted her back.
“Hey, Gina,” he said, “What’s wrong?”
She
turned her sobbing to him and said: “Vegeta thinks I’m a bad person!” HE DID NOT MEAN IT! Damn, he was just going to stop talking
until after the kid was born because there was absolutely no other
solution.
Goten
just patted her back, smiled at his brother and then said (to her): “Well, Vegeta has always been an idiot,
dear. And you’re not a bad person. You’re just pregnant and beautiful and
charming and strong and…”
The
crying stopped. Gina looked at his
brother critically. “Really?” she
asked, “You think I’m beautiful?”
“Dear,”
his overly (gaggingly) charismatic brother said: “If I were gay and mated I
would be all over you right now.” Like
that was a fucking compliment.
“Really?”
AND
HIS BROTHER KISSED HER! Asshole. Kissed her on her lips and smiled at
her. “Absolutely.” Which apparently made everything all better
(for Goten anyway) because she stopped crying, dried her eyes. Looked at Vegeta and gave him a sour little
frown.
“He
thinks I’m beautiful.”
“That’s
because you are,” Vegeta said.
(Wondered why it was that his brother got to be the comforting one and
he had to be the asshole for the whole damn pregnancy. Hoped like hell that Trunks gave Goten so
much shit while he was pregnant.)
“Yeah,
you’re only saying that because Goten did.”
She stood up, rubbed her round tummy and smiled AT HIS BROTHER. Walked away all happy like, and satisfied
that she wasn’t a bad person because she was beautiful. (Did this some how imply that ugly people
were all bad?)
“Alright,”
Goten said, flopped onto his bed.
“Knock me out.”
Gladly. And he punched his brother. (Goten himself made the beds they slept on,
so nothing short of their whole family at their highest levels kicking the bed
frames was going to injure them.)
Watched him pass out, and felt a wave of exhaustion (for two days
without sleep again) over take him.
Managed to stumble back to his own bed and collapse onto it before the
world went all black around him.
~~~***
“Go get our sons.” Then
he moved into the kitchen to where Gina was—strange look on her face, holding
her stomach.
“Why?”
he asked, looked at his son’s mate, and then saw the puddle at her feet. Oh.
THAT was why. He turned, went
straight back up the stairs.
Vegeta
set Bardock on the table, “Stay there or I’ll have Goten deal with you,” he
said. And the boy sat as still as a
statue, crossed legs, hands on his knees didn’t move or blink or hardly
breath. Then he went over to Gina,
looked at her as she stared at him unsurely.
“Uh…”
she said, “What now?” Was breathing
heavily.
“Hospital,”
he said.
“Okay,”
she agreed.
“Hey,
‘Geta!” Kakarot yelled from upstairs, “I can’t get them awake.”
“What?”
Gina demanded, grabbed his arms (ow) and looked frantic. “I’m not having this baby without
Vegeta.” And he remembered fondly back
when he thought he too could control when his child would be born. Those were the days. Cute naïve days.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Lil’Geta: Snore.
Goten: Snore.
Everyone else:
aro around like chickens with heads cut off because it’ll be five days
until anyone finds out what is going to happen.*
Sorry, don’t even have the time to say I don’t have
the time because the time I do have should be devoted to (not tripping on
things and landing on face) getting ready.
See, look at that I wasted all that time just to say that I shouldn’t be
wasting my time when I…DARNIT! I have
to go, sorry guys, I’ll respond to you when I get back. (In 4 or 5 days…waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!)
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