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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
- 6
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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
could hear them long before they got close enough for Aunt Bulma to be talking
loudly. (She often talked loudly when
she was bringing someone through the lab on a tour or an interview or something,
because much like he was today, he was generally busy in his part of the
lab.) He looked down at his shirt that
read: Guaranteed Orgasm. Considered putting on a lab jacket to cover
it up, and then decided that he didn�t want to. Resumed working on the damn machine in front of him. He had finally enlarged the capsule system
and was now trying to figure out why it exploded instead of just producing the
desired goods. At the exact moment the
door opened, he was bent over with his head stuck inside of a compartment, ass
in the air, and thankfully his tail was wrapped through the belt-loops of his
pants.

He
could hear Bulma roll her eyes and press her hand to her face. Hear the old-lady that she was showing
around make an offended�but interested�little noise, and then there was the
sound of someone licking their lips. He
pulled his head out of the compartment, turned around, slipped his hand into
his pocket�just to look even more offensive�and held the wrench in his other
hand, tapped it against his chest�to draw attention to the shirt.

Lo
and behold; there was a nice older lady who was staring at him like he had
grown a third head and started singing opera.
And behind her was a taller man�ah, lip licker�and he was young. Staring with interest, and that looked
promising. He spent a few
inconsequential moments to hope like hell that the man was the old-lady�s son,
because if he was banging her he had so better be getting a shitload of cash
out of it.

Aunt
Bulma turned her back to him after she gave him a glare that informed him of
just what she thought of his T-shirt collection and his decision to completely
ignore her instruction for him to look decent when he worked in her lab. �This is my nephew, Son Goten. He works in the lab.�

The
old lady stifled the �what are kids these days coming to� speech and just said:
�He looks�young.�

Goten
let the wrench drop, tossed it into the tool box, and crossed the room, offered
his dirty hand to the old lady, watched her pull away and the nice-looking man
took his hand and shook it.
Firmly. Stared at him. Goten raised his eyebrows and grinned. �Hello,� he said. Looked at his Aunt as she glared daggers at him, and then he
said: �I didn�t catch your name,� to the man.

�Kane,�
he slipped one hand into the pocket of his nice designer pants, and dropped his
eyes back down to Goten�s chest.

�Well,
Kane,� Goten moved past his aunt and the old lady, �How about I show you the
new models of the hover-vehicles while we leave these nice ladies to the
capsule systems?�

The
man nodded, looked very intrigued by it all, and said: �Alright.� Casually, like he was easy to lead around by
the nose, and didn�t mind that he was being separated from the old lady that
smelled like him. She tried to say
something, Goten headed toward the door, heard the man say: �We�ll only be a
few moments.� And then he was being
followed. Into the hallway, down two
doors to the garage-lab, where all the hovering-vehicles (and the Time machine)
was kept. Not that the man even cared.

Or
for that matter, not that Goten even cared.
He felt hands on his shoulders as soon as the door closed, felt lips
cover his mouth, opened his lips for the invading tongue. Hands moved down, grabbed his ass, pulled
him up, crushed him against the taller man, felt the erection digging into his
stomach. Pressed against it, heard the
moan, and tilted his head and opened his mouth wider.

Strong�by
human standards�hands pushed into his pants, kneaded his ass, and he thanked
every one in charge of his fate that he got to be the gay one. Loved the straightforward nature of
men. Moved his hands between his and
(kane�s?) body, undid the belt, the pants.
Used one hand to free the erection, reached back into his own pocket,
drew out the omnipresent tube of slippery stuff that he kept. Opened it�thanked his foresight to put a
flip-top lid on it�blindly coated his hand with it, let it drop to the
ground. Felt that his pants were being
shoved down. Toed off his shoes.

Hands
lifted him up�and he helped, because a mass of muscle like him was not exactly
lightweight�and he spread his legs, tipped his hips forward as he stroked the
man�s erection with the slippery lube.
Finally had his mouth freed when the man pulled back, bared his teeth
and panted. Was all splotchy. Hadn�t even noticed that Goten had a
tail. (They usually didn�t. besides he
kept his tail behind his back for these excursions.)

�Want
to take off your shirt?� Goten asked.
Licked his lips�the man tasted like coffee. Waited. It was a very
nice turtle-neck, sports jacket thing he had going on there. He pushed the jacket off the shoulders,
wrapped his legs around the waist so the hands would move off his ass and let
the jacket fall to the ground. Then he
pushed the shirt up, pulled it over the head, ruffled the dark hair. �Good,� was what Goten said, then he dropped
his hand back down to the erection he had been preparing, moved it to where he
wanted it, and then nodded.

Kane
gave him a look�didn�t ponder anything too hard or too long�and pushed into
him. His eyes rolled into the back of
his head and he spit out �Fuck, fuck, fuck,� like it was a theme song or
something. Goten shifted, opened his
legs a bit and them moved them up higher, felt the hardness come in contact
with his prostate. Kane braced himself
against the wall and then�like a good boy�started pounding into him. Mercilessly. Perfectly.

Goten
raised his hands up to his own hair, wrapped them up tight and pulled, because
there was no way he was going to bruise this guy. (If Aunt Bulma was showing him around he had to some sort of
prospective customer or something.)
Appreciated that the man spent time perfecting his own body, because his
hard stomach kept rubbing against Goten�s erection and it felt fucking
good.

Smiled
as he realized that his brother wouldn�t come without fifty fucking feet of
this place once he caught a whiff of the smell. (Which gave him the time he needed to work on the Time Machine.) And then his mouth was being devoured
again. Teeth clashed against teeth,
tongue slipped into him, tried to taste every single inch of his mouth and he
just tilted his head, opened his mouth and let this Kane fellow take whatever
he wanted.

Just
so long as he kept up the frantic pace of his hips it was fine.

Felt
the orgasm building. Pulled back,
gritted his teeth and bared them, felt his scalp bruising from how hard he was
tugging on his own hair. A hand dropped
from the wall, and Kane wrapped his big, strong fingers all around Goten�s
erection pulled on it�this guy had no finesse, but he was plenty enthusiastic
about it.

And
just because it had been so fucking long since he last enjoyed sex quite this
much, Goten tipped his head back, let a single groan escape him, felt the reciprocated
cry as the Kane released into him. Then
the panting, and Goten felt the hips still, felt languid�it had been quite a
while since the last orgasm. Then he
tipped his head forward again, felt Kane pull out of his body, his legs dropped
back down, and he slid back to being shorter than the man. �And as you can see,� he said, �This is our
new model.� Motioned to the hover-car
Aunt Bulma was working on. Picked his
pants up, pulled them back on, pulled one of the grease-rags out of his back
pocket (it was clean) and handed it to Kane who was fastening his pants. Grinned when the man took it and set to work
cing ing off his chest.

Goten
picked up his shoes, pulled them back on and ran his tail back through the belt
loops on his pants and then stooped and picked up the tube of lubricant and
dropped it back into his pocket. �Any
questions?� he asked.

�No,�
Kane said�he was straightening his jacket when the old lady and Bulma walked in
�I think you�ve explained everything perfectly.� He handed Goten the pink rag back and then turned, started
talking to the old lady about ordering something or another.

Goten
licked his lips, started toward the door, and heard his Aunt Bulma shake her
head, and in a distracted sort of way, actually felt a bit sorry for her. (More sorry for Kane, really. Because he had to go home with the
old-bag-lady.)

~~***

�Just
tell that isn�t a �I just destroyed the mental stability of a nation of
paranoid people� grin,� Kakarot said when their youngest son came in the door,
grinning like a super-dork.

Their
other son followed him, fingers pinched to his nose. �No, that�s not that kind of grin.� He shoved Goten toward the stairs. �Go take a shower before I
beat your ass.�

�Jealous,�
is what Goten said as he flew up the stairs.
And he did stink. Like sex. And humans, and that smell lingered as
Vegeta kept the door opnd wnd waved it back and forth.

Vegeta
(the pregnant one that had been eating before his twin sons burst into the
kitchen and started making their usual intolerably loud level of noise) raised
his eyebrows. �Who�d he fuck this time
that has you pissed off?�

His
son gave him a dead stare and then rolled his eyes, finally let his fingers
fall away from his nose. �Bulma said he
screwed one of her prospective clients.
Must have made a good impression because the man bought half her
stock.� He shook his head and let the
door slam shut. �She was yelling at him
about when I found them.�

�Did
the guy say something about it?� Kakarot asked. (He too was eating, but nothing short of world destruction would
stop him from enjoying his food.)

�No.�
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy