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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
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.

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

Her
parents were not at home. The kitten
was curled up in its little bed, sleeping the sleep of a kitty. And she was lying on her bed, wearing a huge
shirt that went all the way down to her knees, hand in her hair,
whistling. Waiting. Counting minutes and seconds, and wished
that her scar worked like Goten & Vegeta�s did. Because she could walk around all day with her hand on her scar
and nothing would happen.

Was
not disappointed when there was a brief flash of light, and her mate was
standing there. Licking blood off his
lips�part of his face was bruised, his shirt was ripped, and he was dirty. Not that she cared about any of that as she
grinned and moved from lying on her side to her back. Looked directly at him as he pulled the remains of the shirt off,
freed his tail and shook some of the dirt off.

�Sorry
it took so long,� he said, �Idiot wouldn�t leave me be.� Pulled his shoes off, dropped them in the
growing pile of dirt at the end of her bed�she was going to have to vacuum
before her parents got home.

�Poor
baby,� she said. Grinned at him when he
grinned. One hand on the waist of his
pants, the other hovering, and then he moved�much quicker than any human�and he
was kneeling between her knees, hot hands on the insides of her thighs.

�I
amoor oor baby,� he said. Moved his
hands under the shirt, and then his head, and tickled her stomach, kissed her
waist and mumbled: �What the hell are these?� as he ran his fingers along the outline
of her underclothes. Didn�t spare too
much time on that as he moved up farther, kissed her ribcage and made her
giggle as his hair tickled her, and then bypassing her breasts entirely, he
stretched out the neckline of her shirt and pushed his head through, looked
down at her. �I like this shirt,� he
said.

She
pulled her arms into the shirt, moved her hands down to unbuckle the
pants�didn�t like the feel of rough, dirty clothe against her skin. He kissed the mark on her shoulder. Pushed his hands into her panties whispered:
�I thought we discussed this and agreed you shouldn�t be wearing any.

He
shimmied out of his pants and she managed to wriggle out of her under things
before he ripped them�because she was running out of excuses as to why she
always needed new underwear.

�Maybe
we should take off our shirt too,� she whispered.

He
pretended to think about it, kissed her and she could taste his blood as his
lip healed. Feel the hotness of the
bruise as it rapidly faded. His fingers
brushed up and down her rib cage. Felt
his erection against her and whimpered.
Loved that it made his hands tighten just a little, licked his lips one
last time when he pulled back. �How
much do you like the shirt?�

�If
you rip it you have to steal me one of Goten�s.�

�Why
would you want one of those?� he kissed her neck again, raised his hands up
higher so he was tracing the sides of her breasts. And she stretched under him, curled her legs up and felt his
hardness against her right where she wanted him. Obviously the question lost importance as she wrapped a leg
around his back and pulled him into her.
The shirt ripped away, and he claimed her mouth again.

They
were still for a second; she felt all his muscles (and he had muscles
everywhere) get as hard as steel, felt bad that she wasn�t stronger like
him. Bit down on his lip when he
pressed his warm palms flat over her breasts.
Felt him move back, lift himself up without putting any pressure on her
anywhere.

�Need
to get this moving,� she whispered, �Parents aren�t going to be gone for that
long.� Smiled when he sucked on the
mark he�d put on her shoulder. Felt the
way it sent hot waves all through her.
One of his hands slid down to rest on her waist again, the other stayed
on her breast and his head dipped to nuzzle the other.

�Love
you,� was what he whispered before he closed his mouth around her nipple. Murmured it again as he started to move in
her. Always so freaking slowly at
first, but she could feel how strong he was, and how he wanted to move harder
and faster, and clawed his back, drew blood.
The hand that was on her waist moved up, pressed against the wall, and
he moved harder, switched his mouth to the other breast, pressed his hand to
the bed.

Moved
harder. Made her pant and squirm and
push back. Arch her back so she was
pressed against him as tightly as possible as he slid into her, against
her. Wanted more of him. All of him.
Wanted him to come to her everyday and make love to her, and keep her
and take her away from her parents.
Wanted to have his babies and spend all her life with him. Opened her eyes as she realized she closed
them. Saw his tail flicking around,
reached behind him, grabbed it. Closed
her fist around it and rubbed it. Heard
the groan rattle through him.

So
much strength in him and he had never hurt her. Felt her eyes roll closed again as he moved back up to the mark
on her neck. Felt insanity starting
right where he pushed into her, felt the insanity get stronger and cried out,
tried to breath, clenched her teeth and jerked her hips. Panted.

%'> Felt
it explode. Felt him explode in
her. Felt his teeth breath through the
skin on her neck. Felt how much she
loved him and wanted him. Felt him as
he wrapped arms all around her, drew her against him and promised her
everything with saying a word. �I love
you,� she whispered to him.

~~~~***

�Kakarot,�
was what he said. Crossed arms over his
bare chest, stared at his mate as Goku gleefully pulled all of Bulma�s clothes
out of her closet, threw them on the bed.
Vegeta didn�t leave because he couldn�t. That bond that tied him to Goku was still there, and Goku wanted
him right there enough that Vegeta couldn�t even move. Could just give him a glare and say his name
in that gravelly dark voice. Imply the
question �what the fuck are you doing� but not say it.

Goku
looked at the mound of clothes, pulled the comforter over the part with all the
hangers, turned to look at Vegeta.
Grinned. Picked him up, pulled
his pants off with one hand, and laid him out on the clothes. Saw his name on Vegeta�s chest, took pride
that it had not faded yet. Kissed
Vegeta even when he scowled, kissed him until he stopped scowling. Slid out of his clothes. Felt legs opening up under him. Loved that.

Pushed
fingers into him, and moved his mouth from the hot mouth to the bronzed skin,
left a line of little marks as he nipped and sucked his way down the strong
chest, over the planes of his stomach, to where his erection was, and then
licked it, felt the smooth, wet flesh around his fingers contract, and smiled
again. Used his fingers to thrust into
Vegeta, closed his mouth around the hardness and sucked on it. Brought his mate�s hips right up off the
bed, and held him there with his unoccupied hand. Pressed fingers into the pliable scar that had once been the base
of his tail. Heard the curse words,
felt the hands fisting tight in his hair.

And
his name. Of course.

Didn�t
halt, didn�t stop or speed up or slow down or anything. Felt the muscled thighs jerking, heard his
name being shouted, and thought that if the smell didn�t inform Bulma, the
Prince screaming his name sure would.
Sucked harder, and pressed his tongue against the underside of the
erection, felt the vein and hummed a few notes.

His
fingers got very slippery and wet, and he pulled them out, swallowed around
Vegeta as he felt the wash of heat in his mouth. And then pulled back.
Licked his lips, slipped his wet fingers into his mouth and tasted that
too.

Snif the the air around him; just to see if there was the pungent odor of his mate, and
found�to his pleasure�that the smell was definitely everywhere. Just Vegeta�s smell, but that was a start.

Vegeta
blinked, licked his lips and then glared at Goku. Mustered a lopsided scowl from somewhere and looked at the black
hair that was wrapped all around his fingers�he had pulled that hair out of
Goku�s head. Opened his mouth to say
something, but was cut off when Goku picked him up, kissed him, turned him
around so the Prince�s back was pressed to his mate�s chest, and then slid into
him.

Goku
bit through the newest mark. Sucked on
it as he pushed into his mate, heard the panting starting again, knew that
Vegeta was trying to scowl. Also knew
that he wasn�t doing a good job at it.
Felt the spine arch, arms go around his neck and pushed into his mate
harder.

Used
one hand to hold Vegeta up by pressing against his chest; the other to hold the
thighs open. Waited for his name to
fall from those perfect lips, and when he heard it, moved his hand up to wrap
around the re-awakening erection. Went
completely still for a moment.

Moved
his mouth away from the bloody shoulder, kissed the perfect neck, the
arms. Moved his hand on the erection, felt
Vegeta get tighter around him, silently urged him to get stronger, more
powerful.

�Dammit,�
his mate said, used his own legs to move a few inches. �Move.�

Was
very pleased that Vegeta wanted him.
Leaned forward, let Vegeta drop down to his hands and knees. Moved his hand from the chest press against
the perfect back. Ran his fingers up
and down the slick skin as he started to move again. Long, smooth strokes, in and out of the perfect tightness.

Could
smell how stinky they were, and loved it.
Thought vindictively at Bulma that she better realize who�s Vegeta
was. Then kissed the long slim back,
pushed into him one last time and released all that coiling pleasure.

~~~~***

�SON
GOTEN I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR WORTHLESS ASS!� was what Bulma screamed at him
when she barged into his lab the next morning.
Wearing the same clothes she had been wearing the night before. �YOU told him to DO THAT didn�t you?�

He
grinned. Nodded his head. Watched her go as red as a tomato.

�Sometimes
I hate you kid.�

�Well,
take comfort in the fact that I return that sentiment, dear Aunt.� He set down the time-bending
instrument. Stood up and went over to
her, threw an arm over her shoulders.
�But think of how boring your life would be without me. Besides, �Geta can give you soap that�ll
wash the smell out.�

She
pinched him. He laughed at the scowl
and then kissed her cheek. Let her move
away from him, shake her head sadly and go to leave. Stop at the door, turn back:
�Look, Mr. Kane is going to be back tomorrow to check on his order. Please, please, do not be here.�

�I�ll
disappear as soon as I hear him,� Goten said, �But I need to keep working on
this.� He motioned toward the
still-enlarged capsule system. He left
it like that even though he had already fixed it. Because as long as she didn�t know he was perfecting her time
machine, he didn�t have to worry about her trying to take the project back from
him.

�Thanks.� She left.

He
picked up his project again. Whistled
and thought of how nice it was to be him.

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

Review! Review!
(Sorry about the het & OC lemon.
There will not be one in the next chapter. It�ll be ole�fashion V&Gk)

Gk: I love
it when you listen to my every command.

Vegeta: Go
screw a cow.

Goten: Mom! Don�t call yourself a
cow!

Lil�Geta:
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Sequel to Hormone Therapy