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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.
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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Goku left Vegeta to sleep. (Figured that was really the only nice thing
that he could do at the moment, considering this deadline of two days and the
fact that he had to somehow figure out why it was that Vegeta got pregnant in
order to accomplish this why and make his mate pregnant before the time ran
out.) Went outside and found the
children with sticky fingers and sticky faces tossing Ki blasts back and forth
between them like some sort of game.
“What
are you doing?” he asked. Looked down
to see Masuyo and Amaya (Gohan’s littlest daughter that just like Pan, looked
eerily like Chichi.)
“Playing
catch,” Amaya said sweetly. Grinned so
broadly it looked like her eyes were closed.
“And
who is watching you?” They didn’t have
many rules in his household but there was that rule that everyone knew—you don’t
play with ki unless someone bigger and wiser than you was around to make sure
you didn’t accidentally kill someone.
All the children (Gohan’s included) knew and understood this rule.
“Presta
is,” Masuyo said, “She’s up there.”
Pointed up.
And
indeed, there was Presta floating around and watching her little sibling and
relatives as they tossed potentially fatal ki blasts back and forth at one
another. She was wise enough, at least,
to pit the ones against one another that could defend themselves. Bardock and Analu were opposite Masuyo and
Amaya. (Not to be a biased spectator,
but Bardock and Masuyo were years ahead of the other two with their training
and their energy levels. If something happened
to go wrong, the two of them could divert the energy in more than enough time
to keep the little ones at their sides from getting hurt.) But what he didn’t get was Pan opposite
Aya. (Although, Aya was proving rather
quickly that she was faster and stronger than Pan, even if the older girl was
eight years her senior.)
Still,
it was unlike Presta to voluntarily train with the little ones. Normally, you had to chain her to a spot in
the yard and duck tape her mouth shut with her arms behind her back (also
chained) before she would even watch them.
(That might sound far-fetched, but Goten had once done that to his
daughter, just to prove a point that nobody was really certain had been proved.)
~~~***
Vegeta
blinked. Looked at Goten again. Blinked.
Thought about what he had just been told and then looked at the
cage. “No way that will hold,” he said.
“I
had Dad test the bars before I even started building it. He can’t bend them at level three. He can’t even dent them at level 3. So I’m thinking it’ll hold.”
Alright,
obviously Goten had put a lot of thought into this here idea, but still. What he was planning was just…wrong. Fundamentally very, very wrong and Vegeta
was going to have to find a way to prove this to him or he and his brother
wound end up in shit so deep they wouldn’t be able to breath. He huffed.
“But why the parents, Goten?”
“If
we can’t stop it,” Goten said, “They are going to have to. But they can’t be out there with us, because
if we all die, there is no way we can get brought back.”
“This
is wrong,” Vegeta said.
“Its
all wrong, ‘Geta. What do you want me
to do? I mean it, tell me. Because I considered stopping us from going
through time at all. That’s the only
real solution to this that would keep everyone alive, everyone out of danger.”
“Fuck
no,” Vegeta snapped, “If you stopped us from going through time you wouldn’t
have Presta or Aya. Or Trunks. You are not going to give up your family
just because we accidentally revived half the monsters of the known world. We’ve defeated these idiots before, we’ll do
it again.”
“Fine,”
Goten said—as if this perfectly justified his position, “Then we do this the
way I said.”
“Goten,”
he started, and his brother just gave him that blank stare that meant whatever
he said was going to be received with a frown and would not even be
processed. Which is generally how their
fights started. “You should tell them.”
“I
fully plan on it, just as soon as I finish this cage.”
“I
hate you sometimes,” Vegeta said.
Turned and walked away from his brother, felt the intense need to turn
around and make sure that Goten understood that he didn’t really hate him,
stopped at the door, looked over his shoulder and saw Goten just grin at
him. Fuck that bastard, nothing ever
bothered him. There he stood, having
just spewed forth a bunch of bullshit explanation about how their time traveling
escapades had ripped open a hole in the threads of reality that their enemies
had discovered. It seemed, thanks to
the intelligence of the twins, that all their favorite buddies were come back
to visit.
The
androids. (Trunks’ android buddies which
were at least twice as strong as the others.)
Freiza (the versions of him. One
from their own time that they had killed when they went back to stop themselves
from stopping their mother from drinking that hormone solution. One from the world they screwed up to get
Pan.) Oh, King Cold (two versions of
him too.) Cell. (They made a pit stop in one universe to see
if they could kill Cell, because their mother hadn’t let them fight him when he
first came around.) Buu. (The annoying difficult to defeat kid
version of him.) Maybe others, Goten
said. He wasn’t sure. There could be more, there could be hybrids,
there could be enough power coming at them to kill them forever. All that Goten knew for absolute certain was
that they were coming.
That
the twins had to defeat them. And that
if they couldn’t the world was screwed.
~~~***
Trunks
woke up to find his mate grinning at him.
Shifted his legs (out of habit) and found that he was already
naked. (Not that big of a problem he
generally slept naked) and felt the fingers on his legs as they slid up the
insides of his thighs and the thumbs brushed against the his hips. Felt the thumb against the entrance to his
body and whimpered just slightly.
Watched Goten as he looked at him intently, mentally memorized every
inch of his skin, and he sighed.
Pushed
himself up onto his elbows and wrapped one of his hands around Goten’s head,
dragged him down and kissed him. Felt a
finger slip inside of him and wrapped his legs around the naked waist above
him, pulled their bodies hard together, felt their erections brush against one another
and kissed Goten. Kissed him hard
enough to bruise his mouth and forced his lips apart, clashed their teeth
together and reached his free hand down between them, gripped his mate’s
hardness and guided it into him. Heard the
shocked gasp in the chest above him, curled his hand around Goten’s arm and
then pulled away from his mouth.
“You
finally told him, didn’t you?”
Goten
nodded. Kissed the scar on his shoulder
and moved inside of him, slowly, distractedly, because he had come here, to his
mate, to share the strangeness of the feeling, the way that Goten wasn’t afraid
of what was coming at him, but the way he was working to protect all those
children, to keep them from getting hurt by building something that could not
be destroyed.
“What
did he say?” Trunks asked, slid his hands down his mate’s back. Ran his fingernails over the warm skin and
felt the shiver go through Goten’s body.
“He
said it was wrong.”
Funny,
wasn’t it? That’s what Trunks had said
too. But stopping Goten was like
stopping a force of nature. It just
wasn’t possible, and the harder you fought the stronger that force got. Besides, he was right, if things happened
like Goten said they would, the only way to keep something truly horrible from
happening would be to keep certain people out of the fight.
“I
don’t want to talk about it,” Goten whispered.
Kissed him again. Tried to
forget about it, and he could. Only Goten
really could forget it.
So
Trunks didn’t sigh, didn’t press the issue, tightened his legs around his mate
and panted for him. Loved him. And wanted more than anything, to have that ability
to forget the things that niggled at you and made you feel things that you didn’t
want to.
Felt
a tail wrap around his erection as Goten moved away from his mouth again, down
to his neck, down to the mark on his shoulder, and felt teeth against it. Whimpered and tipped his head to one side as
his eyes rolled closed and his body started to shake. Felt the teeth press into him, and he dug his fingers into the
back above him. Panted and gasped for
the breath to fill his lungs as he felt the bond sweeping down his body, making
his skin tingle and burn with the contact of his mate and the smell of
him.
Whined
deep in his chest and jerked his hips up against the hardness that buried in
him repeatedly, needed more of it and found that Goten was torturing him,
enjoying torturing him, as he often did.
Vindictively tightened his body around his mate and smirked when this
rose a curse word from him. Smiled and
did it again.
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Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Don’t worry. I’ll keep it humorous.
Swear. Somehow…someway… I’ll do it!
Goten: Yay! I got laid!
Trunks: Yay! Me too!
Lil’Geta: If I turn
into a bastard like I was in Cross-eyed, I’ll kill you both.
Gina: Hey! How come he gets to know what’s happening
and nobody else does!
Goten: Do you hear
a screeching noise?
Gk: Oh, don’t mind
that. *grin * That’s just your mother.
Goten: *falls over
dead *
Lil’Geta: That’s
gross, dude. Really gross. Besides, what is he doing to make that
screeching e ife if you’re out here?
Gk: *poof *
Jaygoose:
I’m
generally very bad with ages. I sort of
forget and just estimate. *sheepish
grin * But I’m almost entirely positive
those ages are the right one.
Majin Bulma:
Thankies! I like cookies.
Gina:
To
say honestly, I wasn’t going to reveal the purpose for the cage just yet. Then I was like ‘Myeh’ it doesn’t matter if
the audience knows. Its just that the
people in the story don’t. That, and I
figured someone would yell at me if I didn’t at least partially explain
it. ;)
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yeah! *does a dance * You’re back! Disneyworld…or
land…or world… I’m not sure. *goes back and checks review * Ok.
World. Wow. Sounds like fun. Looking for lost siblings and alpan pan style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> Great fun. ;)
Thanks
for reviewing. *is all happy that MB
came back and did not abandon her *
Much appreciated.
Macha:
Serious?! *looks worried * Alright, it’ll be slightly serious. But hopefully not too much.
*crosses fingers * And I meant
what I said. A lemon in every
chapter. (Which will be a challenge I
tell you, in a few chapters… That is…when
folks start fighting. O.o)
Lady Lupin:
Well… If we’re going to get pushy about it…
J/k pregnancy should be shortly. And glad to see there will be updates.
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