c.       
I firmly believe that all Saiyans are potty-mouthed, overly horny,
overly muscular men that get in fights, have tons of sex and eat all the time,
while cursing. I also believe that
Homosexuality is not bad, and write about it to satisfy my own sick little
mind. Thus: SEX. SAIYANS. SLASH.

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It
was a weird feeling. Like there should
have been the breaking of a limit of power, and yet there wasn’t. Radditz raised his voice over the din of
‘ooh’ and ‘awwwws’ and shouted: “GET BACK.”
Walked up to the new pair of troublemakers. Saw the second one of them float back down to the surface of the
planet, drop the wooden paddle to the ground and look at him like he was trying
to figure out just who the hell Radditz reminded him of. Which was fine, because Radditz was trying
to do the same. They were pretty normal
looking Saiyans, altogether. Black
hair, black eyes, brown tails. Medium
height. Unfortunately rather handsome—that
always brought trouble into camp.

But
that weird influx. The backwash of
power that should have exploded. That
was what bothered him. And they were
radiating that. Should have been
fucking glowing with power and yet, they were minimal level. Low even.
Average or below. But grinning
and nudging one another meaningfully.

“Who
the hell are you, why the hell are you here and why are you attacking members
of the Division?”

“Well,
I’m Goten—”

“Goten? Who the fuck named you some out-planet
idiot?”

This
earned him a smirk. The one of the left
was smirking at him and there was a snort of laughter that threatened to burst
into gales, but was stopped. “Well,
according to my mother…” he started, was cut off by his twin elbowing him hard
in the ribs.

“HEY!”
Radditz yelled, “I asked you a question, I am waiting for an answer!”

“My
name is Goten and this is my brother Vegeta, and we’re here because Red sent us
to announce her beauty-ship’s arrival, and we are attacking them because they
so kindly asked to have their unmentionables serviced and when I told
them to drop their pants they took offense.
Now honestly,” he said this as he leaned against his twin, how looked
less than amused, “What kind of person asked for a blow job and then refuses?”

“Red
is coming?” Kakarot demanded. Moved in
front of his brother. “Right now she’s
coming?”

Goten—oh,
Radditz had a feeling he was going to hate kid kid—grinned from ear to
ear. “Yep. Better run along and get straightened up Kaki.”

“You
two, Raddi,” Vegeta added, with a sort of dark glowering humor. “You wouldn’t want Mommy to find you in such
disrepair.”

“AND,”
that was the imp one again,ile ile you’re doing that, we’ll see to this
strapping young lad right here.” He
moved with more speed than anything should have, grabbed the new recruit by the
arm and picked him up without so much as a look of effort. “Peachy?”

~~~***

He
was a FUCKING PRINCE he was not meant to be MANHANDLED by COMMON INGRATES. Especially idiot ones with idiot names. But he was picked up yet again, dragged back
into the forest. And then shoved
against a tree as the impish little idiot waited for his brother. Then looked at him intently, moved back a
few steps and just looked at him.
Watched him. Narrowed his eyes
and then sighed.

“There’s
one on his tail,” that was the one that had his name.

“Yeah,”
Goten agreed, “And the other ones are right,” he reached forward and flicked
the raised bumps of the metal piercing on his chest, “There.” He ld ped perplexed.

“Oh,
come on. Just take them off and let’s
go. We have things to get back to.” Vegeta had to be the older twin. He had that darkness about him that came
part and parcel with being born first.
The intensity of an older sibling that actually liked his younger brother. Not that the Prince could sympathize.

But
he knew who these two were. Especially
when the older one raised his hand and that damn scar was there. “Show yourselves,” he said, “Stop this
ridiculous charade and show me the true depth of your power.” Why he was demanding this while he was
fucking helpless he did not know. But
there was a tinge of frantic to his mind.
Because he had been right!
Because there were Super Saiyans, they had saved him, he could get back
to his home planet and take the throne because he had been right all
along! He knew it. Took sadistic pleasure in knowing he was
right.

“You
can’t even begin to imagine the depth of our power,” Goten said, “But for now,
all you need to know is that if you are a good boy we can help you.”

“And
Red is in camp now. We should go back,”
Vegeta said. Turned back toward the
camp.

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The
Vegeta-twin was sniffing her. Not so noticeably
that anyone else would see, but enough that she was intensely aware she was
being smelled—an odd thing in an encampment of Saiyans that would rather not
have to smell one another’s pungent stink.
But there he was, sniffing her intently, like she was the most interesting
smell in the world.

Bastard.

And
her tratirous body responded anyway.
Responded to the interest he was showing. Become smellier, more interested, and she felt the slickness
between her legs, hated it and the idiot boy that sniffing around her like a
dog. He turned to his twin, punched him
in the arm and motioned toward her.

This
sent the twin with the idiot-name toward her, and he got real close, made her
back up against the solid tree, trapped herself against it while he looked at
her, at her face and her eyes, down to her chest and then lower. He sniffed just barely. And then pulled back, turned to look at his
twin, made a vague motion with one hand and then turned back to look at
her. Smiled.

“So,”
he said, “Tell me about Kaki. I heard
he’s indescribably insatiable.” There
was a strange accent to his voice.
Probably from being raised off-planet with the 3^rd Class. Most of the children born out here were
raised out here. (And most of the
females, like the infamous Red, were fertile because they hadn’t pissed off the
royal family and gotten themselves sterilized…and why did that kid look like he
could hear her thoughts?p>

“Whatever
you heard is probably true,” she said.
Intensely aware of just hooselosely she was being studied by him, and
found that she couldn’t possibly escape this new threat—wasn’t even sure she
really wanted to.

The
other twin moved over to the Prince. Talked
with him briefly, apparently settled the Prince down with just a few words,
because the little idiot was calmer now than he had been since he came into the
camp. Asshole. But then Twins had powers and mystical
qualities that the rest of them couldn’t even begin to understand. Hell, the two of them could very well be the
next Super Saiyans meant to destroy the royal family and take the throne in
their place. (She hoped so.)

“Look,”
Goten said, “I’m not a tactful Saiyan, I’m not discreet, and I don’t really
like having to beat around the bush endlessly.
So this is what I can offer you: I can make you fertile again and get
you pregnant.”

WHAT
THE FUCK?!

“And
what I need is someone in this camp that I can trust enough to show the truth
to. Alright? I can smell Kaki’s scent all over you so I am assuming that you’ve
slept with him. Which means you’re
basically a good person. So, do we got
a deal?”

Was
that a question? Did he just ask her a
question? What the hell was the ‘truth’
and who the hell did honestly think he was to just presume that she wanted to
have his baby like he was the grandest and most spectacular male she had ever
spread her legs for before?

“Oi. Fucking Saiyan females,” he muttered, “You
always complicate the shit out of things.”
But he grinned at her anyway.
There was a flex of that weird back-wash power, and she sighed.

Had
no idea what the hell she was going to say when she opened her mouth.

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AH! Side plots!
*steps on them, and realizes that this has actually spread them and made
them larger.* Ooopsie.

(Okay,
if you have never read Hormone Therapy or any of its little side shows or
sequels than you don’t know the twins.
They are Vegeta & Goku’s sons.
They have a time machine that goes through alternate dimensions, and
they love to cause trouble.)

Kaki: *sob *
No luvin’s for me.

Vegeta: *SIGHES
HEAVILY AND LOOKS HIGHLY DISTURBED THAT EVERYONE IN THE STORY HAS PLAYED WITH
HIS NIPPLES*

Lil’Geta:
Damn Goten and his stupid libido.

Goten:
HEY! You started it!

Agent 182:

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

Surely
that was not the meanest thing. *vows
to leave cliff-hangers everyday *

PrismaKakkerra:

Wow. I’m glad that you like it. (Even more pleased that you chose to ew
ew
and tell me this.) And I love my litte insatiable
Goku too. He is so much fun.

Getarian:

Aww,
don’t be so hard on Bardock. He had yet
to show his full colors. You might just
like him yet. *wink *

Yeah,
you’re right, ‘comfort’ and ‘twins’ do not go together in civilized
worlds. But thankfully, this is the
Saiyan universe, and they have different definitions. Don’t know how long the twins will be around. Not long (So I lied, I do know how long they’ll
be around) because you know how Lil’Geta is adamant about getting home.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Ah,
I love it when my plans work out perfectly.
Everyone is so angry that I left cliffies. Yeah! *hops around and
plans even more cliffies. *