Group Therapy

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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Goku
popped up in the middle of the lab, grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged
him out of the Capsule building—where Bulma had been trying to talk to him
about his fertility—and straight into the twins room where Goten and Vegeta
were sleeping.

Goku
pointed at his son (Trunks’ mate) and said: “Wake him up.”

As
if he was the one that could just wake up Goten any old time he wanted. No, that was not the way it worked. Vegeta could wake up his twin any time he
felt like it, but Trunks was just an outsider on that bond. So he gave Goku a look and said: “Why?”

“Gina’s
in labor,” Goku said. “I’ve got to take
‘Geta to the hospital” He shivered here and cringed “So that when he wakes up
he’ll be there with her.” He did just
that, crossed the room, picked up Vegeta, slung him over his shoulder and
said: “Hurry up.” Disappeared again.

Left
Trunks with his mate. Oh. Joy.
So he shook him—that earned him nothing but a little snore—and flicked
his scar. (That didn’t even earn a
snore.) Rolled his eyes, prayed that he
was not going to end up being pounded into the bed again, and opened the bathrobe,
sat on Goten’s hips, whimpered.
Mustered every single dirty thought he had ever thought and focused on
how very nice it would be if Goten were awake and ravishing him. Whimpered again and said:
“Gooooteeeeen.” Bent down and kissed
the mark he had put on his mate’s shoulder.
Felt hands on his ass and smiled, pressed one hand to the bed and looked
down at Goten—who was very awake now.

“It
cannot have been four hours,” Goten said.

“Gina’s
in labor and they can’t get Vegeta awake.”
He sat back, felt that his little plan had worked but had the added
side-effect of making his mate horny.
Whimpered for real as he unwillingly rocked against that hardness.

Goten
yawned, touched the mark on his upper arm.
Tapped at it over and over and over until was driving Trunks crazy. (So he closed his eyes and kept rolling his
hips against Goten’s clothed ones.
Thought that for the one objecting to this sex all the time nonsense he
sure seemed awful eager.)

“ALRIGHT
ASSHOLE!” that was Vegeta, appearing in a haze of yellow light. “I got it.
I’m up. Leave me alone while I
have my kid, okay?”

“I’ll
be there in a minute,” Goten said, “Gotta dress the Demi.”

Demi? No, Goten did not call him a demi. Only Vegeta did and that was because he and
Vegeta had this nice thing going where they insulted one another continuously. It was there thing. Goten was not supposed to be calling him a
demi.

“He
doesn’t look like he wants to be dressed,” Vegeta said. Smirked.
Disappeared.

Trunks
moved off the bed, dropped the bathroom on the floor and opened the closet
door. Was intensely aware that Goten
was looking at him, and thought that bastard better look because it would be a
long time before he got to see him naked again. Demi, Asshole. Call him a
demi. He pulled a pair of pants out and
slipped them on. Grabbed a t-shirt and
pulled it on, tossed another one to Goten and grabbed his shoes out of the
bottom of the closet.

“Oh,
stop being such a woman,” Goten said.
Pulled his shirt on. (No, it’s
not a Banana in my Pocket.)

“Oh,
go fuck yourself,” Trunks said. Stood
up and crossed his arms over his chest.

Goten
rolled his eyes—the universal answer to everything—and put his hand on his
shoulder, brought his fingers up to his forehead and IT’ed them to the
hospital.

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“Hey
‘Geta,” his mate said to him, “Did you hate me too?” He was pacing back and forth in the little waiting room, watching
Bardock attempt to look like a one-year-old human. (Which was not working, because while other little babies were
trying to figure out the whole round peg round hole controversy, Bardock was
building a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of the blocks.)

“When?”
he asked.

This
earned him a five-second pout, but he was the benefactor of Goku’s
sex-obsession so the pouting never lasted that long. “When you were pregnant.”

“No.” He had been more concerned withtingting the
child out of his body than wasting energy bitching at Goku about how it was his
damn fault that Vegeta was pregnant, because as they say, it takes two to
tango. There were a few times when the
Twins were growing up that he had blamed Goku entirely for their behavior, but
mostly, he never really thought that his mate was anymore to b for for the
whole pregnancy thing. But then, he
wasn’t a human. So he couldn’t
accurately gauge what Gina was going through.
Which made him start to think.
After all they did have dragon balls just lying around the planet
practically begging to be rounded up and put to use.

“What
are you thinking about Mommy?” Bardock asked.
Crawled into his lap and curled his small little tail around his
mother’s hand. Gave him that adorable
grin.

“That
did not sound good,” Goku commented.
Lingered in the middle of pacing and winced horribly. No, it didn’t sound pleasant for Gina. But then, Vegeta had warned his children
against getting things pregnant and neither one of them had listened to
him.

“Mommy,”
Bardock repeated, pouted.

“I
was thinking about the dragon balls.”

“What
about the dragon balls,” he was prompted by the child. Rolled his eyes and thought how hard Freiza
would be laughing if he saw Vegeta getting prompts from a toddler.

“About
whether we could make Gina a Saiyan,” He said.

“Oh!”
Goku said from where he was now hiding in the corner. “That’s a good idea, ‘Geta!”

Of
course it was a good idea, it was his idea. And all his ideas were good ideas,
unlike certain overgrown mate’s ideas of where it was appropriate to have sex
and where it wasn’t. But he didn’t say
anything further on the subject, because his youngest twin was standing in the
entrance to the waiting room. Grinning
from ear to ear.

Gina
was just staring. That was realll
sl
she could do. Stare. Breath.
Watch her baby blink. (Ignore
the doctors that were looking more and more perplexed about the tail with which
the baby was born.) Feel Vegeta right
next to her left and Trunks on her right, both of them getting all whimpery
over her baby.

Her
beautiful baby.

Her
Son.

Didn’t
make the word count I don’t think. Am
distracted. Not so sure I like this
chapter. (Wrote this chapter prior to
leaving, now five days later, is 3 in the morning. Am very tired. Just drove
for twenty hours. TIRED. Have to go write the other two chapters for
the other two stories…

Gk: Did I
get sex?

Vegeta:
You’ll never get any ever again if you even think of… *Finds himself naked in the middle of a
metro terminal* I hate that IT technique.

Goten:
Yeah… Well… *Mall *

Gk: OH! You think that’s so great!

Of course I’m not trying to kill
you! I just wanted to makee pee people
reviewed and didn’t get slacky just because I was going to be gone for a few
days. *huggles Jaygoose * I would never want to kill you!!

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Getarian:

Yeah,
I love the way Goku’s mind works. Such
a beautiful lust-driven thing. *sighs
happily* pan>pan>And Of course Vegeta would use
Goten as a threat to his youngest. He
is the master of battle strategy after all.
(Wink. )

Angry Monkey:

Free
Petting Zoo! ROTF! That was great! *finishes laughing long enough to type response.* Oh…that was good…

Mechanical Butterfly:

Mwahahahahahahaha! I love evil cliffies! Sorry I didn’t get back sooner. *meep *
But alas, I was gone longer than projected. So hopefully the fact that I update every day will make up for
how long I was gone. *crosses fingers
and hopes. *