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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
- 7
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Group Therapy

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Sequel to Mental Therapy

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

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

INTERLUDE: �The
Memory�

Which
contains in its murky depths: mentions of attempted-rape, violence and
angst. "> ALSO, if you haven�t read �A
Prince Among Men� it�s worthy to note that our twins screwed up the universe so
that Vegeta-sei was never destroyed, but Freiza was. That is where this takes place.
I�ll try my best not to confuse you.

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

Another
planet, another day. Another boring
duration of duty for the happy Third-Class division. Beautiful chaos on a beautiful planet. They ran from town to town, pillaging and burning and killing all
those that resisted them. Demanded the
surrender of the peoples of the planet, the surrender of all weapons and
technology and kept that stockpiled somewhere that the Second-Class came and
retrieved it.

But,
Goten thought reflexively, as he watched this happen. These were what Saiyans were at the core. Animalistic. Furious. Warriors and warriors
did not sit around at home and wait for something interesting to come on
TV.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This was the nature of
planet-purging, and watching it happen he understood everything about Vegeta
(his brother) with a new depth. If this
is what the nature of seriousness and caring and darkness brought he was more
than happy to the be one that didn�t give a shit about anything at any
time.

Sat
and imagined what the hel wou would be like to be home again.Away from the barbaric-ness of this
world. Sure, it was great fun to fight
with Bardock (his grand-pappy, the old pervert who punched like he had a brick
wall built into his fist) and Red (his pregnant grand-mommy who taught him what
the meaning of �revenge� was in a new depth) and Radditz (no funny thoughts
here, other than he wasriblribly afraid that one day animals would realize his
hair was no place to live and an entire zoo worth of rodents would crawl out of
that outrageous mane.) He didn�t particularly
like his father in this world. (Not for
any particular reason, other than the fact that his Dad was what he would have
been, pure Saiyan, and it had taken about three weeks of constantly kneeing him
in the groin to break the jerk of his habit of �wake up, fuck nearest moving
thing.�) The Prince was better. Definitely different. More timid�as if the Great Vegeta could be
timid�but that was because he had those rings on him.

Well,
abbreviated versions.

Which
made Goten touch the ki-repressor on his ear.
He had put it there himself, and put the one on Vegeta (his brother)
because there was no way they could keep their power level down low enough that
these people wouldn�t notice without them.
They didn�t hurt, like the ones that PrinPrince bore (originally) they
just fed the power that would have exploded back into their systems endlessly,
building it up until it was almost unbearable.
He was a little afraid to take the earring off now, because if he did,
the amount of energy that would blast out of him would be enough to level a
world.

Which
is why, he thought with a snide grin, he had put his version of the
ki-repressors on the Prince. He had, unfortunately,
been pierced himself. (By the ugliedamndamn things he had ever seen in his whole life.) Because back when him and �Geta first came back to this universe,
they had been caught unawares by the outrageous stench (it was a gas that made
you puke until you passed out) and had woken up with the coldest metal known to
make pierced straight through their lips.
His lower lip and his tongue.
And that had not been fun because every time he so much as moved his
power level spiked and his was fairly certain his tongue had still not
recovered.

Anyway,
after a few hours of careful manipulation he had managed to remove the
repressor from his lip and his tongue.
Spat them out onto his hand and assessed them while he tried to figure
out how to duplicate the idea of it without the cruelty of it. Crossed the stupid ass lab room they were
in, crawled onto the table with �Geta�who looked like he had stuck his face
into a fire because of the spiking of ki burning his skin around the repressors
pierced into his mouth. And he fiddled
with them with his fingers for a moment.
Found that they just burned his fingertips. So he used his mouth.
(And �Geta let him know that was never going to happen again by beating
the crap out of him for it.) But they
were free, and found out shortly after that, that they were guinea pigs for the
technology they put on the Prince.

So,
once again, he had found himself using his mouth to take those damn repressors
off. (Ew, ew, ew. By the way, that was his mother and he had
to pin the Prince to a cot and suck on his chest until the stupid ass things
came off. Thankfully, the one on his
tail was a very simplistic version of the repressors or Goten might have gagged
to death trying to get it out.)
Replaced them with his version of the technology that would power the
Prince up quickly and efficiently, and it allowed him to fight the jerks of the
camp that made his Mother�s life hell.
(Namely, Kakarot.) Plus Goten�s piercing
technology allowed the wearer to remove the piercings without any hassle.

His
mind drifted away from that thought as clouds covered the sun, and he sighed,
closed his eyes, thought of Saima.
Pregnant. With his child. Why?
He wasn�t entirely sure about that, actually. Just knew that he and Vegeta had decided she would be the best
candidate for �she who knew the truth� about them being Super Saiyans. (Besides their Grandparents who knew the
full truth of who the twins were.) And
somehow, that had changed into making her pregnant. So he had done it. Given
her back her ability to have children, had sex with her (just once) and now she
was carrying his child around in her womb.

These
rather pleasant thoughts were torn out of his mind when he felt the first hand
grab his wrist. He jerked, reflexively,
and if not for the repressor on his ear he would have kicked the asshole that
grabbed his leg. But he felt the power
spike, his muscles didn�t get the message, and he was left struggling.

Another
set of hands grabbed his second arm as he went to pull the earring off, and
then his free leg was captured. They
dragged him a little ways, pinned him to the ground and knelt on his wrists. Them; the four smelliest, stupidest Saiyans
that the Third-Class cesspool had to offer.
He (privately) called them Bo, Do, So and Memphis. Nobody really every thought they
na
names. They were just always together,
always disgusting and offensive.

But
they had him.

�That
was a cute thing you did,� Bo said.

�Yeah,
pretending to be a helpless little woman like that. So amusing,� that was Do.

�Remember
how you offered? Still want to open
your pretty little mouth?� Yeah, they
had cornered him when he first came to Bardock�s division and demanded that he
(with his purty girly looks) put his mouth to good use and give them all
head. Kicked him in the back of the
knees and he had obligingly told them all to drop their pants. (This had offended them all, because they
started kicking him, and that was just a distraction so �Geta could show up and
beat them up.)

lasslass=MsoNormal style='line-height:150%'> �I
don�t care about his mouth,� Memphis said�the real brains of the operation, he
was��We�re going to�� words apparently
were not the �brain�s� strong suit because instead offering an explanation he
just tugged at Goten�s pants and pulled the leg he was hanging onto open.

It
occurred to Goten then, as he attempted to jerk his way out of the situation
and found that he had made his repressor a bit too powerful and too perfectly,
that he had never even been threatened with rape before. This was an entirely knew experience for
him.

�Yeah,�
Bo said�they always spoke in turn, Bo, Do So and then Memphis, every time��Tear
you open.�

�I
hope he bleeds,� Do said.

�And
screams like a little girl,� So added, reached up from the leg he had just
yanked open and ripped the shirt Goten was wearing. Ran his slimy�literally slimy�hands over Goten�s stomach.

Memphis
put his hand on the top of Goten�s pants, tugged on it, pulled it down a few
scant centimeters.

Enough
for this too become a bit to real for Goten�s tastes, and while he wasn�t used
to being afraid�and he wasn�t really that afraid now�he wasn�t about to let
them continue on in this vein while he waited for them to slip up. Because if his pants slipped even another
centimeter lower he was going to start puking on them. So he concentrated. Felt his eyes roll up into his head, heard
himself say: �I haven�t done this since
I was five, guys� Not sure what�s going
to�� Was panting so hard he could
hardly even speak. �Happen.� Felt the icy black tip of panic overtake
him. Jerked hard against them.

Then
there was an explosion. A beautiful,
bright, hot explosion of power all around him.
He felt the pressure release from him, scrambled, yanked and clawed at
the things that still held him.
Screamed, jerked and cried and felt that something had possessed him
that was not a part of him.

~~~***
>

Something
was wrong. Vegeta recognized that. Something was wrong with Goten. But with these damn repressors on he couldn�t
sense ki and his brother�s ki wasn�t strong enough to sense anyway. So he had to focus on the bond, pulled the
earring off, and tried to s whe where his brother was. Waited for the tap of his fingers on his hand. But it wasn�t happening. He couldn�t even put his own fingers on the
scar.

Which
meant something was more than wrong.
Something was going to die.
Because whatever was keeping his brother was going to have to face
him. And the fhe felt it, like a
fucking punch through his chest.
Panic. Blind panic. The sort of thing he hadn�t felt since those
stupid fucking Ice-beings had kidnapped Goten when he was a kid.

Instinct
gripped him. He IT�ed without having a
clue where he was going. Crushed the
earring in his hand, and reappeared to the unbelievable sight of those four
fuck-ups holding his brother down, saw their hands on his skin, the ripped
shirt, the idiot�s hand on his brother�s hips, pulling his pants down. Met blind panic with blind fury.

Stepped
forward, grabbed the idiot�s tail�the one who hand his hand on his brother�s
pants, the one that was between his brother�s forcibly parted legs�and tore it
away. Felt the skin rip and the bones
break and the splatter of blood and he screamed, exploded into Super Saiyan,
burned the tail in his away. Heard the
shrill scream, reached again, caught another tail and ripped it away from its
body. Burned it too and laughed. Grabbed at the ones that were trying to get
away, caught them by their arms and said�in a voice so dark and dreadful he
wasn�t sure how he even managedhearhear it much less produce it��Chose, either
its your tail or your dick. One of them
is coming off.� They struggled. He stared at them until they felt to their
worthless little knees and turned their tails to him. And he cracked those off too.
Simple as tugging on them. Turned
back to the first one he had attacked.
The one that had been primed and ready for the rape.

Grabbed
him by the hair and punched him. Felt
bones cave. Punched him again and
again. Felt skin burn under his fist,
and then, something broke that fury.

A
little noise. A cheeping noise like a
bird. And he turned, saw his brother
just sitting there, curled up and shaking.
Released the asshole, saw him crumble to the ground. Stooped next to his brother, put his arm
around him, picked him up and held him.
Disappeared from the assholes and took them both back to Bardock,
trusted his grandfather to know what to do because he didn�t have his parents
sitting around to help. Felt fury as it
worked through him, and only the concern he held for his brother managed to
outdo it.

Bardock
and Red�they were together for the duration of her pregnancy, as usual�were both
in the tent when he reappeared. Looked
at him and Goten and the blood on him, the torn clothes on his brother. If they could have, if not for the panic
that was overtaking his brother, both of them would have gone to finish what he
started. Would have hunted down the
four idiots and murdered them.

�Lay
him down,� Red said. Patted one of the
cots. �Do you guys have a dream-share
ability?�

Bless
her educated little heart.

He
nodded.

�Then
do that. Calm him down from the inside
out. We�ll protect you.�

So
he took the earring off his brother, nearly choked when there was no power
emanating from him. Touched his fingers
to the scar on his arm. Closed his eyes
and found himself being pulled inside a deep blackness. Found his brother sitting on a rock, tossing
leaves into a fire. Naturally, Goten
could not be bothered to be bothered by his own panic.

�Hey
�Geta,� he said, �They gone now?�

�Yep.� He sat down on a rock and picked up a
handful of twigs. Tossed them into the
little fire. �So, when are you going to
wake up?�

�Well,�
he said, �I was remembering about last time, and I think it took the better
part of an hour. Some sort of built in
coping mechanism. Anyway, what should we
do while we wait?�

�Figure
out how the hell we�re going to get back to our own time. This world fucking sucks.�

�Yeah,�
Goten said, �It really does sometimes.�

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Sequel to Mental Therapy