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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
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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Hormone Therapy

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Notes:
Slash. Misplaced drugs. Hun>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.

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�That
is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life.�

�I
don�t know, Vegeta, remember that time we accidentally walked in on old Master
Roshi?�

�Oh� GOTEN!
Why did you have to bring that up?�
The esteemed, eldest son of the Prince, the next in line to the throne,
named after his father, Vegeta, smacked his brother on the back of his
head. They had�rather foolishly�decided
to track down their parents by using instant transmission. But upon reappearing, they were in their
parent�s bedroom and met with the sight of them all snuggled up and sleeping�or
at least they had been sleeping until just now. Thankfully the sheets didn�t slip or disgusting would meet a
whole new level of gross. Just the face
that his parents were sugary sweet was enough to make him gag.

�What
are you two doing here?� was Dad�s question.

�GET
YOUR ASSES OUT OF HERE!� was Mom�s command.

And
they instant transmission said asses right out of the room, down to the
kitchen. Dad had told them not to get
into the food at this house, but it was Aunt Bulma they were talking about.

Goten
said it first though: �Do you think we could find something to eat?�

Vegeta
only had greegree with him. �Of course
we could.� Then they were ransacking
the kitchen. Which was interrupted when
Aunt Bulma herself entered the kitchen in a fluffy yellow bathrobe and screamed
at the top of her lungs. Apparently
someone had forgotten to tell her about the twins.

�Bulma!�
Goten yelled over her, �Bulma, it�s okay!�
She stopped screaming. �We�re
Ve�er�Go� that is to say, we�re
Saiyans. And uh� the Prince is our mother.�

Bulma
raised an eyebrow. �The Prince?�

Goten
scratched the back of his head and laughed like a nervous meerkat.

�We
used to call our parents by their names all the time,� Vegeta said, �And Mom
got really pissed off about it so he would spar with us every time we did it
until we started calling them Mom and Dad.
So now the twerp can�t say their names.�

�Oh,
right,� Goten snapped, �And you�re so brave.
What are their names?�

�The
Prince and Dad,� Vegeta replied.

�WEREN�T
YOU TOLD TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE ALONE?�
That was mom, wearing a pair of shorts, chest covered with little
blood-spots (hickeys) hair ruffled. But
he was infuriated, and that meant that the twins had but two options: Run like hell and hope they escaped before
they got dragged back and forced to clean up their mess, or clean up their mess
voluntarily. He looked at Goten, saw
that he was already frantically sweeping up the mess on the floor and conceded
that that was probably the best course of action. Dad had told them about how Mom was while he was pregnant and
finding out first hand was not exactly what they wanted to do.

Dad
came in and pulled food out of the fridge, heated it up with just his ki and
started to serve Mom, just like he did it every single day. Of course Vegeta knew that Dad had no idea
why he was doing these things, because it would be a good four months or so
before they realized the patterns of behavior.
Like the whole, effortlessly changing into Super Saiyan and staying that
way. Dad being able to cloak his
ki. Those were traits of the dominant
male. He powered up completely when he
felt that his mate might be in danger, even if he was sleeping or eating or
swimming. He could hide his ki when
necessary, especially from his mate.

�When
are you brats going back to the future?� Mom asked.

Goten
paused in throwing away the dustpan full of cereal. �Well� We�re not
sure. I can�t get the machine
calibrated right. I can come back to
this time, but I can�t go forward to our own.
Maybe we have to help Trunks defeat the androids or something, I don�t
know. He keeps using his Time machine
to go back and change his future, but every time he does it, his world remains
the same.�

Vegeta
butted in: �We�ve been to that other
world though. The one where Trunks
saves Dad. Except, instead of getting
together, you two hate each other, Dad sacrifices himself to save Gohan�why, I
don�t know because the idiot turns into a professor�then Mom gets possessed by
Bididi or something, Dad comes back from the dead, you two fuse. Then after you defeat the bubblegum guy Dad
goes off to train some kid or something.
Oh, and for some reason, years after that Dad gets turned back into a
kid and he travels around with Trunks and Pan.
Still trying to figure that out��

�Yeah,�
Goten agreed, �And Mom grows that stupid ass moustache and cuts his hair.�

Vegeta
stopped, stared at his parents, at the clueless expressions. They didn�t seem to be able to do much other
than blink. Bulma even looked a bit
confused.

But
then Mom exploded with: �AND WHAT THE HELL DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE?�

�Uhh� None.
Really. But we don�t want to
fight the androids.�

�Do
it anyway,� Dad said, �You can�t turn your back on someone that needs your
help.�

Vegeta
huffed. Well. How rude. �It�s not that
simple.� He sat on the countertop and
leaned forward.

�Why?�

Goten
was the one to explain, as he leaned on the broom and danced in place. �Well, we�re fairly certain that since three
of us, Vegeta, Trunks and me are all Super Saiyans, we could defeat the
androids, but then, what would happen after that? There is no guarantee we would ever be able to leave that time
period because we would have made such an impact on it.�

�And
as much as Goten likes Trunks� ass, there isn�t anything interesting in that
Time period at all.� Vegeta toyed with
his tail, waited for the expected responses.
He knew what his parents would tell him. To get over it. To find
something to interest him. To help
people where they need him.

�We
could always go back before Gohan dies and�
Well no. Because then Trunks
would never turn Super Saiyan. But we
could wish Gohan back.�

�So,�
Mom said again, �When are you going to go?�
It was one of those questions that left no room for the twins to argue
their way out of it. One of those
imperatives that reminded them which one of them was the real Prince of
All Saiyans.

�Idyllically,
we should go as soon as possible so we don�t inadvertently do something bad
here.�

�Can
we spar again before you go?� was what Dad asked.

Mom
rolled his eyes.

Vegeta
grinned to himself. But he realized the
results would be the same as they were in the future. Yes, there were two of them, but Dad and Mom always defeated
them. Still, it would be fun to
try: �Sure,� he agreed.

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

Four
hours, forty bruises later�for them, not him�and his future children were
climbing into their time-ship (decorated with various interesting sayings like
�Up yours� and �Yamcha was here.�) They
waved good-bye, wished Goku good luck with handling Vegeta while he was
pregnant, and just as simply as that they were gone.

Or
at least, the grown-up versions of them were gone. The tiny li ver version of their unborn selves were still inside
of Vegeta. Which reminded him that he
was far away from his mate, and had been for many hours. He flew back to Capsule Corp, found his mate
was training in the gravity room and decided that he could leave him alone for
a little while. Enough time for a
shower anyway. Maybe a nap. A snack.
He walked upstairs to the shower and turned on the water, warm and
soothing. He stood in it and let it
rinse away the dirt�yes, his children had gotten a few really good shots in,
and he�d been pummeled into the ground a few times�that was imbedded into his
skin. Just when he went to wash his
hair, the shower curtain opened and the very vision of naked, bronzed
perfection stepped in. Sweaty. Naked.

Vegeta
ignored him, of course, used the soap and washed his body off�which was pretty
silly, Goku thought, considering he was going to be getting all sweaty again
right away�and then he washed his hair.
Which reminded Goku that he was standing there with his hands still in
his hair, but other than the erection, he hadn�t moved at all since Vegeta
stepped into the shower.

He
moved forward, back into the shower spray, trapping Vegeta between his body and
the wall. Let the water rise the
shampoo all down his body, watched Vegeta as the white, soapy tendrils curled
down his body. Tracing those
muscles. Nice. Very nice./spa/span>Goku reached down, picked him up by grabbing his ass, pulled him, felt
Vegeta�s hand wrap around his erection and assist him in the operation, and
they were back together�the only way they should be.

The
Prince�s perfect teeth clenched tight together and drew back his perfect lips
so Goku could see those teeth, and the thought�although the very thought was
silly�that he really loved those teeth.
And the moans that came through them, in that deep voice. Nirvana.
Nectar. The addiction that Goku
could never get enough of.

The
warm water made them slippery, and Goku spared just a second of thought to hope
they didn�t fuck through the wall before he pressed Vegeta harder against the
wall and thrust into him. Sheepishly at
first, afraid that he was going to break the wall, and then, as the hotness all
around him clenched tighter and Vegeta looked at him with those endlessly dark
eyes, he decided that Bulma would just have to deal with it even if they fucked
straight through her house. He pushed
in harder, felt the water everywhere, felt the way it made all his skin tingle,
and the feel of Vegeta�s hard heels digging into his skin as he pulled him
closer with his legs.

Kiss
his mate, tasted the water rinsing all over them, into their mouths, and they
drank it as they sucked on each other.
Vegeta pushed into him, arching his body off the wall until only his
shoulders were still flat against it, using that little bit of leverage to his
advantage, pushed them back into the main spray of the shower. Goku let the Prince lean back, held onto him
with his arms as the Prince undulated against him, hissing and groaning and
snarling.

Primal.

Goku
thrust to meet his mate, feeling the impending explosion, like he felt the
water on his skin like millions of finger tips. Pulled his mate up tight against him, sank his teeth into that
skin again, felt those perfect teeth in his own shoulder.

Screamed
into Vegeta as he came and thought: I
hope it never ends.

~~~~~~~~~**

Review,
lala, review!

Gk: It isn�t going to end is it?!

Vegeta: Logically it must.

Goten: But I�m getting my own story.

Lil�Geta: And me too.

Vegeta: And, what are you going to do?
Eat people out of house and home while you get to fat to fight the
androids?

Goten: Well, I can�t speak for Geta, but I�m going to find Trunks and
screw him silly, then I�m going to defeat the androids and screw him silly
again.

Lil�Geta: You�re reing ing plot.

Goten: And? I vote for more
smut, less plot!

Mechanical Butterfly:

Don�t die!
And definitely don�t become a zombie, dear! Yes, breath, It�s okay that Vegeta�s pregnant. I swear I won�t do anything horrible to
him.

Jaygoose:

More pregnant Vegeta soon. Although, this ficcie was supposed to be like three chapters long
and then I was finished with it. Now
it�s like nine and I still have to get the kid out of Vegeta. Sheeeesh.

Getarian:

Not all. This
chapter revealed all, I think. Or at
least, Most all. Isn�t nice how well
Goku and Vegeta get along while they�re in bed? I thought they made a lovely team. Too bad they never got along that well while they were fighting
on the show. And of course you�re
welcome for taking off the reviews.

Blu Sanada

That means a lot that you reviewed. I generally don�t review very often either,
but when I do its because I really like what I see. So thank you. And I did
do this story, hoping that I could make it seem original.

Sweety-sama:

Normally I have the chapters out every day at 7 AM,
my time.

Hectate 18

My Mom
decided that I was crazy at a very early age.
She found out that asking: what are you laughing at? Is generally not a
good idea. Because it�ll launch into
this explanation as to why it is a particular scene of a fanfic was funny
because ofsertsert entire relative plot line of show here) and forty-five
minutes later I�m finished with my explanation and her coffee was cold.
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