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Hormone Therapy	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10207 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- 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-Hormone Therapy
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 7
- 8
- 9
Hormone Therapy

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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Humor.
Sex.

I do not own DBZ or any of the characters, because
if I did, Chichi would be a crater, and the show would be: Dragon Ball Nc-17.

~~~~~**

When
Goku got there, Krillin and Gohan were standing off to one side, talking to
each other. Gohan saw him, waved
happily and flew over. �Hi dad!� he
said, �You wouldn�t believe what happened!�

Krillin
butted in: �Freiza showed up about four hours ago, and we tried to get
you�since you�re the only one that could defeat him.�

�And
then this weird ship showed up and it was painted with all sorts of things, so
Krillin and I were worried that it was more of Freiza�s army.�

�But
it wasn�t!� Krillin was hovering closer
and closer to Goku, shaking in excitement as he spit out his story�rather
literally. But Goku was bored.

He
turned to look at the large rectangle of land that was marked off with burned
stripes every yard, and then up at the two yellow glowing beings that were
tossing a rather large disc-shaped object back and forth between them. He wasn�t so sure, but from a distance it
looked like Freiza�s spaceship.

�And
then they blew him up!� Gohan said excitedly just as Goku flew off.

And
reacting�some what abnormally for him�Goku powered up for a moment�as high as
he had ever powered up before�flew into the middle of (what resembled) the
homemade football field and yelled at the top of his lungs: �Just what in the hell are you doing?!�

The
two stopped tossing the ship, the one holding it looked like a kid with his
hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar, laughed, reached one hand up to
scratch the back of his neck and the ship fell to the earth and wedged itself
in. �We were� Uh� We were.� Then the hand came down, the head dipped a
little, looked repentant and then said: �We�re sorry sir.� Then, the kid (Goku assumed him to be a kid,
he looked li tee teenager) was joined by his twin, because the one standing
right next to him looked exactly the same!

�Don�t
call him sir!� the second one said, �Remember, nobody is supposed to know why
we�re here or who we are!�

�But,�
the first one said, �I thought we came back to stop� I mean, maybe we should tell Da�er�Go�uh�him. After all, its our fault.�

�Why
don�t you ever listen to me?�

�WHY? Listening to you is the one that got us here
in the first place! For that matter, they kind of looked like him, and smelled a bit
like him and Vegeta and they looked like Vegeta too. They were definitely shorter than him.

�We�re
uh,� the first one started, but the second elbowed him in the ribs.

�STOP!�
Goku roared again.

They
stood stock-still, dropped their heads again and mumbled �Sorry, Sir.� That was when he saw their tails sorrowfully
swish and curl around their thighs.

And,
OH MY KAMI, they were his children! He
let his mouth gape open, wished that Vegeta was there, because he was absolutely
stunned into silence. Hadn�t they been
arguing about a space ship or something?
Space travel? No, he thought,
Time travel.

�See
what you did!� the second snapped, �All we need now is for Trunks to show up
and tell him he�s going to die in three years.�

�Ooo,
Can we see Trunks? He had a nice ass.�

�WHAT?�
the second demanded, �He�s like your brother, Goten! You don�t think I have a nice ass!�

�Of course I do, Ve-ge-ta,
we have the exact same ass!�

�I
said to SHUT UP!� Goku yelled.

�Yes
sir,� came the immediate response. They
were standing there, shining with power, effortlessly Super Saiyans, hair long,
straight spiky like Vegeta�s and their faces were just like Goku.

That
was when Vegeta showed up, in the full attire of battle, seething in rage and
the first thing he did when he appeared was punch Goku in the gut. �Don�t ever tell me to stay behind again!�

�Yeah!�
the first one�Goten?�yelled. �Mom and
Dad are fighting!�

�Shut
up!� the other one said, �What did I just get through telling you! We aren�t supposed to tell them who we
are. We were just supposed to make sure
we didn�t screw anything up, that Trunks didn�t show up and then leave!�

�But
we already did that,� Goten pouted.
�Can�t we stay and watch them t, Vt, Vegeta?�

�No.�

And
Goku rubbed his sore stomach as Vegeta�the adult one�turned to look at the twin
brothers, and he scowled as they tried to get away and shouted: �GET BACK
HERE.�

Even
more so than there reaction to Goku, their reaction to Vegeta proved to him
that they were indeed his children.
Because they returned, repentant, tails between their legs, heads down,
and their power level dropped, their black hair flopped a little, and they
tried to smile their way out of it as Goten said: �Yes, Mom?�

�Idiot,�
the teenaged Vegeta said.

�Explain
yourselves,� the grown-up (lord, Goku thought, this is going to be so
confusing) Vegeta demanded.

~~~~***

Three
hours, one migraine and a whole lot of �LEAVE YOUR BROTHER ALONE�ing later, Vegeta
realized that the two troublemakers in front of him were his children that at
that exact moment he was pregnant with, that they had purposefully gone back in
time (before this) and inadvertently caused their existence to be made null and
void, and then had to come back through time again to correct their stupid
mistake. Now that they were here, they
had the problem of trying to figure out how they were going to get back to the
correct future. Which was a major
problem, they explained, because they kept ending up in Trunks� time. Which was filled with foul things called
Androids and while they were more than capable of defeating said Androids, they
didn�t really feel like it.

Lazy
bums.

Vegeta
rubbed his temples and tried to assuage the migraine away. It would not go. He sat in the middle of his bed, legs crd, sd, silence all around
him, trying to will the headache to go away.
Kakarot and the annoying twins were out�somewhere very far away�sparring
with Gohan. Thus far, nobody named
Trunks had shown up, and the twins seemed to have inherited their father�s
sense of �oh, well, can we do something fun now?� Which was fine as long as their something fun did not involve him
or any sort of noise made around him.

Then
Kakarot came back in, clean. With wet
hair�how did he keep sneaking up on Vegeta anyway? Its like his ki was invisible to him. And he dropped his dirty clothes on the floor, tossed the towel
to join the growing pile of dirty towels, and crawled onto the bed. He sat behind Vegeta and put his fingers
over top his, rubbing the temples gently.
Then he dropped his hands down to Vegeta�s neck and shoulders and
started to knead out the knots there.

�Where
are the twins?� Vegeta asked, he let his head fall forward and sighed in happiness,
because this was making his headache feel better by the second.

�They
went to the lookout,� he said, �I told them if they didn�t behave I�d find them
and beat them up.� The Kakarot made a
little laughing sound, �Apparently I�ve done it before, because they promised
for five minutes that they weren�t going to do anything wrong.� He leaned forward, so his whole chest was
pressed to Vegeta�s back and kissed the Prince�s jaw.

�Hm,�
Vegeta said, �Some kids we have. They
don�t even want to fight.�

�Goten�s
really smart though,� Kakarot said, �A lot smarter than me.�

�That�s
not true, Kakarot. Gohan is smart too,
and he certainly didn�t get it from the screaming harpy-bitch.� Vegeta turned to look at the face of his
mate, at the expression of thought, and wondered if he was much smarter than
they all imagined. He seemed to accept
that there was a level of intelligence expected from him and he never worked to
improve his brain any. But that was
Kakarot, he supposed, the brawn of the two of them. Which left Vegeta to be the brain and try to figure out a few
puzzling things. Such as: how did
Kakarot stay Super Saiyan all night? Why
did he spontaneously stop begging for sex every two hours? And Why couldn�t he feel the man�s ki all
the time anymore?

But
the thoughts didn�t get much time to process, because Kakarot was sucking on
his shoulder and whining again. And
since the great baka was already naked, Vegeta could feel him against his back,
realized that saying no to a horny Kakarot was impossible, and decided to beat
the man to the begging. �Sex?� is what
he asked.

And:
�Absolutely!� was the response. Then he
was flipped onto his back, divested of his clothes and covered with a great
mound of shaking happy Kakarot. Vegeta
opened his mouth to say something and found that he was being kissed. More than that, it felt like Kakarot was
trying to suck out his lungs through his mouth, and then the oaf pulled back,
ran his hands up and down Vegeta�s chest, murmuring little nothings to himself,
and kissed a sloppy pattern all the way down to Vegeta�s erection. A moment to look up at his mate, and then
Kakarot was SWALLOWING him. Vegeta had
enough brain power to think: there were worse ways to die, just before logical
thought shut down and he started jerking under the ministrations.

Fingers
slipped into him, stretched him and slid in and out, making Vegeta spread his
legs wider and push back up into the thrusting fingers, and whimper. Begging was beneath the Prince or he�d be
screaming his mates name at the top of his lungs and begging already. As it were, he had to result to more direct
methods. Like grabbing a handful of
black hair, yanking his mate off his erection and pulling the whole weight of
the large body on top of him. Then
demand: �IN. NOW.�

And
even if Kakarot wasn�t a rocket scientist, who honestly cared about science
when the man could slid into him blindfolded and unconscious anill ill make it
feel like heaven? Science was nothing. Unimportant.

Vegeta
tried to stop the quaking that ran from his forehead to his curled toes and
found that he couldn�t. It wasn�t until
Kakarot hugged him up to his chest that Vegeta stopped, and then only because
there was no room to move. There was
only enough space to feel Kakarot�s hips moving between his thighs, and the
erection inside of him, marking him in a way that Vegeta had never even
imagined, and now that it had happened, was happening, he couldn�t imagine life
without it. It was as if fucking had
become just as important as breathing.
More important really, Vegeta thought, as he sank his teeth into the
skin in front of him.

Kakarot
laid him back out, let him suck on the wound he had made and thrust into him
harder, faster, with all the urgency that had not been there last night. A hot, wet hand wrapped around his erection
and started to stroke him, and Kakarot pulled back farther, balanced with one
arm, and just stared. Like he was
amazed. Like they hadn�t been doing
this for five days straight. Like he
loved Vegeta.

And
Vegeta stared back; wondered why he wasn�t more upset about this
revelation. About the fact that he was
pregnant like a woman and he was the Prince of All Saiyans. About the fact that he was mated to a
nymphomaniac with an impulse control problem.
But, as he started squirm, as the pressure built and built and he felt
all his muscles tighten, he realized that there was very little else in the
world that could compare the bright white explosion of pleasure that always
accompanied Kakarot.

Vegeta
heard the yells, only realized they were coming from the two of them because
his throat hurt, saw the blinding yellow light as he orgasmed, spared a moment
to wonder if that happened every time, and then clawed at Kakarot, trying to
find a link to the real world when everything all around him was nebulous and
felt so good. Real life never felt
good.

The
little voice in his ear, whispered, �Mine.�

~~~~***

Yeah,
lemons for everyone!

Gk: Great sex! Yellow sex!

Vegeta: This will be the death of me.

Gk: No it won�t.

Goten: Seriously, are we going to see Trunks?

Lil�Geta: That�s just gross,
Goten. He�s our brother.

Goten: *pulls down diagram from nowhere* Technically, since we don�t
exist in the same Time dimension is biologically and logically impossible for us
to be brothers. Thus, if we cross the
time dimension again I could screw him cross-eyed and he wouldn�t be able to do
anything but deal with it.

Lil�Geta: Joy.
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