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Group Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Group Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-INTERLUDE 'THE MEMORY'
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
- 20-19
- 21-20
- 22-21
- 23-22
- 24-23
- 25-24
- 26-25
- 27-Last
- 6
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Group Therapy

Card

Sequel to Mental Therapy

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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His
finger. The moron was sucking on his
finger. Nibbling it like it was some
sort of delicacy while he was trapped against that body, his back to the broad
chest, and it was just his finger getting any attention. Held up by a hand around his wrist, the
other hand was against his chest, holding him still, naked and trapped.

Just
his freaking finger.

And
he was already panting like a moron.
Hard as a rock, horny as all hell, more than willing to admit to Goku
that he was the master of all things sex, that yes, every single inch of
Vegeta�s body did in fact belong to the baka, just so long as it would move
them along to a new more interesting part of his body than his finger.

A
finger. Just his finger. His first finger. A really uninteresting piece of anatomy and yet, here he was like
a panting idiot. Felt his legs parting,
felt the weakness of his knees as he collapsed against Kakarot and mumbled his
name. Let it rumble out of him, and
felt the interest as the hardness pressed against his back. Haha.
He had his ways too.

Let
Kakarot take his stupid finger. He
pressed back harder against the chest, lifted his legs, put one bare foot on
the , le, let the other leg hang open in the air and dropped his other hand
down to his erection. Touched that for
just a moment, knew that Goku was watching him�because that was the point of
this exercise wasn�t it?�and moved his fingers lower, down to the slick
entrance into his body, slipped his fingers in, and groaned, canted his hips up
into his own touch. Felt the instant
gratification of having something inside of him when he felt so empty.

KNEW
what that was doing to his mate.
Enjoyed it.

And
wouldn�t you know it, his finger was free now.
So he dropped it down too, ran his hand up and down his thigh, teased
the skin stretched around his fingers that dipped inside of him and pressed,
and he rolled his head back against the bare shoulder. Panted.

Was
moved from that wall and put in front of mirror. Goku�s hand held one of his knees and his other foot was pressed
against the wall next to the mirror. He
looked at how absolutely wanton he looked.
Watched Goku�s other hand moved own to between his legs, felt the finger
slid inside of him overtop his own.
Watched it happen in the mirror.

�Mine,�
was the voice in his ear, �Mine.� The
finger moved, drawing in and out and it was insane.

Just
a finger. A fucking finger. One digit.

He
panted, watched himself get shiny and flushed and panted even more to know that
he was watching himself. Found it
perversely fascinating. Found that he
was pushing against the finger expecting to get some satisfaction from it and
finding that there was none. �Kakarot,�
he said.

The
finger moved, he moved his own hand away, and was tipped forward, to where it
was his hands on the dresser under the mirror.
Stared at Kakarot�s reflection as he was entered, stared at the way he
was being stared at. Felt the heat and
the hardness in him. Closed his eyes
and grit his teeth.

Fuck
it.

He
hated the bastard. Hated he could do
this to him every time.

A
hand wrapped around his tail and felt it stroking him, and he thought that was
fucking unfair. Heard the word
again. �Mine� and thought that yes. Yes he was Kakarot�s already so could they
please move on? Yes, apparently they
could, because he had to drop his head down to rest on the dresser top as he
was thrust into.

~~~***

Something
was wrong.

Very
wrong.

Wrong
in the sense that he couldn�t name, and had to roll onto his back and close his
eyes. Had to try to think and found
that he couldn�t. Something had covered
his thoughts like a fucking fog. Must
have been the four days with no sleep.
All sex. No sleep. And here was again, buried in Trunks and he
couldn�t think beyond that. Needed to
break away from this. Needed to be able
to think. Pulled Trunks off him. Panted and looked at him.

�How
about you do the fucking for a little while?� he asked. Grabbed the nearest thing that would work
for lube, slicked Trunks even as his mate stared at him like he was
insane. He was. That was understood. But he rolled onto his stomach, pushed
himself up onto his hands and knees.
Waited, accepted the invasion and curled his hands into tight
fists. Closed his eyes. Tried to imagine what the hell could have
happened that would bring on this intense feeling of foreboding. Panted as he was thrust into. Didn�t really feel it. Because it was disconnected.

But
he was panting. Much too fast. Much too hard.

Panting
like he was panicking. But he never
panicked�no, that was a lie. He had
panicked before. Twice in his
life. Once when he was a tiny little
boy, and once� Once.

He
pulled away again, panted and tried to catch his breath, turned, stared at
Trunks, felt his fingers on his scar, watched his mate pull a sheet around
himself. Those fingers touched his scar
again. He panted. Felt his eyes closing. Yes, he thought just on the edge of the
black panic. He remembered his
feeling. Remembered the last time he
had been forced into this. Wondered
just what the hell had caused this one because he wasn�t in danger, �Geta
wasn�t in danger and the baby�

Oh. No.

He
tried to say something, but it overcame him.
He gasped, felt the darkness rush in, felt the very edge of panic on him
and was helpless against it.

~~~***

�What
the fuck did you do, Demi?� Vegeta demanded.
Grabbed a pair of pants off the floor, dressed his brother with the
practiced ease of someone who was used to it.
Really, he was, considering his brother was himself, only with a
different mind. Not even that, just a
separate one. He picked Goten up,
reached his hand out toward Trunks, felt him take hold and shifted them back to
their own house. Found both of his
parents already in his room. Gina was
there too. Holding their son, looking
terrified. And she should be. He was.

Panicking
was not something Goten did. And if he
was panicking there was a damn good reason for it. He looked at his father, and at his mother. They nodded their understanding, silently
promised they would explain this whole dream-melding thing to those that did
not understand, and he pressed his fingers to Goten�s scar. Felt the inverting of gravity, the blast of
non-reality, and he was sucked straight into a nightmare.

Found
that he wasn�t even a part of the nightmare, just a shadowy ghost that stood to
one side, and found that even stranger, so was Goten. They stood together, watched.

Watched
four men, four Saiyans as they grabbed Goten, held down his arms and his legs
and whispered dirty things to him.
Promised to tear him open and bleed him from the inside out. And he looked at his brother, watched Goten
watching all of this with a dispassionate glare. Tapping his fingertips together.
Looked back at the scene.yes"> �Not only do they need to be in the same room to sleep, but they
can, in fact, share dreams by touching the scars?�

�Yep,�
Trunks said. (Still clad in but a
humble sheet.)

�This
isn�t normal though,� Goku said.

�As
if the word Normal even slightly applies to this family,� Gina mumbled.

�Kakarot,
take Gina and the baby away from here for a moment,� Vegeta said.

And
Goku wrapped his arm around her and IT�ed her to the middle of nowhere in
particular, stood there for a few seconds and then took her back. The room�rather neat actually�she had been
standing in just a moment ago was a smoking disaster when she returned. The twins were gone and Trunks was standing
next to Vegeta blinking as the tips of their hair fizzled a bit.

�What
happened?� Gina asked.

�Uh� They woke up?� Trunks offered. �Blew up?
Disappeared?�

�To
where?� she asked. The baby woke up,
didn�t cry, but silently looked up at her as if to ask where his daddy had gone
to and when he was going to be back.
But she didn�t know. Had the
feeling that nobody did because this was one of those things that only the
twins knew and nobody else could know until the problem was handled complet and and the threat�whatever that threat might be�had passed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****

Wouldn�t
you like to know. *wink *

Gk: Is it a
bunny?

Vegeta: No.

Gk: not?not?

Lil�Gina:
Bunnies are evil.

Goten: Very
evil.

Jaygoose:

That�s
okay. I tried to pronounce the name and
failed too. Getarian offers some ways
to pronounce it in her review.

Getarian:

Yes,
Trunks is starting to get a backbone, and he is starting to fit into the
deranged little family much better. (I don�t
thioku oku will ever get over his fear of needles. Or hospitals.)

"�I�m going to kill you mom,�
he said." I�m
actually going to explain this one! (In
the writing) in one of the next chapters or so. Yeah!

goes to prove that lust is much
stronger than logic Yes it is.

Also; will not be updating tomorrow, as it is Sunday. But will update on Monday bright & early.
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Group Therapy

Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy