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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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.

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

When
he took off his shirt, she did a double-take.
Stared at him so blatantly that Vegeta started to blush. Him.
The Prince of all the bloody fucking Saiyans in the universe. The Great Vegeta. Was blushing. And as
Bulma stared at him, at the brand new bite mark on his shoulder and at the
word: �GOKU�S� that was sucked into his chest (A huge ass line of
hickey�s spelled out this word) she felt like she was blushing too. (And getting a migraine from the mental
picture of the two of them together and how long it would have taken Goku to do
that.)pan>

�Stop
staring,� Vegeta said.

�Did
he tattoo your ass too?� She didn�t
laugh. She very much wanted to, but she
did not. Instead she flipped a few
switches on the ultrasound machine.
Patted the table where he needed to sit and said: �Should we wait four our owner?�

�That�s
why I�m here, Aunt Bulma!� That was
Goten. Standing in the doorway, looking
annoying�she still hadn�t forgiven him for sleeping with her customer. Wearing a T-t tht that said:
�Cherry-popper.� Oi. That kid.
�To make sure that nobody gets too touchy-feely.�

�Puh-leeze.�

�Puh-leeze
all you want,� Goten said, �But poor �Geta has been traumatized from hearing
our dear father walking around and explaining to everyone that will listen why
it is that Mom is solely his.� With
that bit of information shared, he sat down on the chair near the door and
started to twiddle his thumbs.

Vegeta
laid on the table, and put the gel on his own stomach, spread it around and
then allowed her to use the ultrasound�just as long as she didn�t touch him in
any way. She sighed, rolled her eyes at
the damn Saiyans and moved the ultrasound around, looking for the little
heartbeat. Found it. Just one.
And pointed to it. �Look,� she
said, �That�s your baby.�

�Just
one?� Vegeta asked.

�Yep.�

�Oh,
thank you!� Goten said from his place.
He didn�t even looeepieepish when they turned to look at him. In fact he just grinned. Told them without saying a word that he had
enjoyed every single moment that he had made their lives stressful.

Vegeta
wiped his own stomach off, got off the table.
And then pulled his shirt back on.

�Alright,
you crazy kids,� Goten said, standing up, �Got to take the old woman here and
get her washed up before Dad gets home.�

�Goku
didn�t know that you were coming?� Bulma asked.

�No,�
Goten replied, �He would have dropped a calf and then I would have had to take
care of it.� He waved her good-bye,
threw his arm around his mom and made them both blink out of existence.

Thank
Kami. It was only one kid inside of
Vegeta this time.

~~**

Apparently
spastic Saiyans had the tendency to go psychotic. Because that�s what Kakarot was.
That had tackled him to the ground in the hallway, stripped him
of his shirt and proceeded to imprint the word GOKU�S onto his chest. By sucking on his skin until it
bruised. When he demanded why this had
been done, the psychotic one said: �Because I don�t like smelling Bulma on
you.� Like that woman stood a chance in
frozen hell of getting between him and his mate. Three days. And still the
marks had not faded. Goten had been the
one to come to him and tell him that should he want an ultrasound, that his
youngest son would kindly escort him to make sure there was no funny business
going on between him and Bulma.

So
he went. His oldest son met him back at
the house, handed him a bar of soap that he said: �Absolutely guaranteed there
will be no smell but your own stink.�
Shoved him into the shower and told him to get washed up. And he had the suspicion that his sons were
going to be revealing some idiotic thing they had done to him soon because they
were awfully concerned about his well-being.

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Goku
had spent the better part of a week thinking of how he was going to prove to
Bulma that Vegeta was absolutely just his.
That she needed to be very careful where she left her smell. Tattooed his name into his mate�s chest and
took satisfaction in that, but at the same time decided that it was nearly
enough. He needed to do something that
left no doubt in her mind. (Briefly he
had considered giving her a lecture about every aspect of his mate that belonged
to him, and then figured that if Vegetan�t n�t kill him for it that Bulma would
probably pass out from a nosebleed.)
Wished that he was more like his twin sons and able to come up with
stupid and effective means of proving a point.

Because
this was really stumping him. He could
just take Vegeta back to the Capsule Corp building and have lots of sex
everywhere until Bulma got the point.
(While that would be fun he wasn�t sure it was the best answer.) Or he could have sex with Vegeta. (He did that anyway, which is probably why
he kept thinking of it.) Or he could
tear up all of Vegeta�s clothes and make him wear whatever Goku wanted him
to. Or he could get Goten to make a
Bulma-repellant and spray it on Vegeta every morning before he allowed his mate
to leave his sight.

OR
he could have lots of sex with Vegeta.

He
became aware that he was drifting around in the air only when his twin sons ran
into him (well, actually, Goten slammed into him, and Vegeta grabbed his
brother and yanked him back up to continue the fight.) Stared at them, and huffed. Waited for them to pause in their fight
(Goten had his hands wrapped around Vegeta�s neck and Vegeta had stopped in
mid-punch.)

�Oh,
sorry, Dad.�

�Mom
was looking for you,� Vegeta informed him, �You should go home.�

Sighed
again. Wondered what he was going to do
to prove to Bulma who�s mate was who�s.
(And that it was a bad idea to leave ones smell all over another�s
mate.) And since his sons were right
here, and they were so very good at coming up with these sorts of schemes he
said: �Hey��

Was
cut off by Goten saying: �Please don�t ask that question. Just go to Aunt Bulma�s room, throw all her
clothes on her bed and have sex on top of them. That way she�ll get the point.�

How? He had no idea. But it involved sex. And
Vegeta. And showing Bulma that only his
smell belonged on his mate (he guessed.)
Trusted that his sons probably knew what they were talking about and
said �Thanks guys!� and took off.

~~~**

�Why
the hell did you tell him to do that?� Vegeta demanded, voice only slightly
distorted by the hands around his neck.

�Because
Aunt Bulma won�t stop giving me that lecture about how fucking clients is bad
for business.� He ducked away from the
punch that had been ined fed for his face, and grinned. �I don�t think it hurt her business at all.�

�Still,
You know that once that stink gets into heotheothes it�ll never come out.�

Goten
grinned again and then laughed. �That
was the fucking point, �Geta. She�ll
have to buy a whole new wardrobe or wear clothes that smell like sex. �That�s
not what I would have done,� Vegeta said.

�Well,
if my idea doesn�t work out Dad can always use whatever yours is.�

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

Gk:
Yeah! Sex!

Vegeta: I am
so not doing that.

Gk: I don�t
recall giving you an option.

Lil�Geta:
Oi. Kill me now.

Goten: Okay!

>

Jaygoose:

Yeah. I�ve already planned Lil�Geta�s smut into
the plot. *sigh* It�ll be in one of the next two
chapters. Its okay that you didn�t
review while you were gone. *sheesh* I understand.

Getarian:

Yeah,
I know that Goten�s lemons aren�t your favorite. (All you really needed to know
that there was a guy named Kane that was one of Bulma�s customers and he had
sex with Goten. Because it�ll come up
again in the story.) Take comfort that
there will always be plenty of Vegeta & Goku�s lemons to take care of that
problem. (Like the next chapter.) Thanks for reviewing!

Mechanical Butterfly:

If
you ask Goten he�ll tell you that he doesn�t get enough sex. (Everyone should be so very happy that he
finally found Trunks.) And of course
Vegeta has air in his closet. Just enough
air to allow him to keep producing steamy lemons.

Thankies
for reviewing! Always enjoy reading the
reviews, it makes me all happy and inspired.
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy