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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Meaning of Pride
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- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
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- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-LEMONY INTERLUDE Tr/Gt
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The Meaning of Pride

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Time
for the warnings portion:

A.
I own nothing but my own two hands.
All the characters portrayed here were kidnapped from their show DBZ and
forced to enact my wishes.

B.
Whilst mostly I strive to make this �in character� and not �AU� we must
all remember it is fanfiction. (I�m
getting a bit snotty here, aren�t I?)

C.
Smut. Vegeta POV. Slash.
(That�s two boys bumping uglies, by the way.)

D.
If you didn�t read the warnings, you are on your own I have no sympathy
for you.

And
lastly:

Got this idea off the DBZ Saiyan
Slash mailing list. Will probably be
posting it there and at AFF.net

~~***

Kakarot
went. Left Vegeta standing in the
shower, and he remained. Crossed his arms
over his naked chest, stood with his back to the water and listened. Waited to hear what the baka was going to
say to his son. (Wanted to slap that
boy until he was blind and deaf and dumb and had no chance to interrupt him
again.)

�How
could you?� was repeated, like it explained anything. Like it was a real question.
How could Kakarot do what? Act
like a Saiyan? Take a shower? Have sex with the Prince?spanspan>None of those things were dependent on what
the idiot little demi thought.

�Gohan,�
Kakarot started.

The
kid interrupted him. �At least you
waited until Mom was dead until you started��
Vegeta could not see the moron, but he figured that there was some
motion of hand in the general direction of the shower. �I�
You� What about Bulma? How could you do this to her? How�
You� I can�t.�

We
realize you can�t talk, Vegeta thought vindictively. The kid sounded stupid as he tried to sputter out his
outrage. And Kakarot just stood still
and absorbed it. Made Vegeta grind his
teeth together, because he knew that Kakarot would take in whatever his son
said to him. Wouldn�t protest or defend
himself, just absorb the words. Let the
demi say what he pleased. There was a
final curse word, another �How could you?� and he felt the demi�s ki turning,
leaving.

Flipped
the shower off. Wondered if everyone
would respond that way to the two of them.
Probably. All those idiots, the
bald one (yeah, technically he had hair, but he would always be referred to the
as the �bald one�) and the green one and those other ones that showed up
sometimesl ofl of them would tell Kakarot the same thing. That he shouldn�t touch the Prince, that
Vegeta was bad. That he had tried to
kill them all and he was the same today as he had been then. Vegeta knew that. Expected it. In fact,
more often than not, he took great pleasure in knowing that they didn�t like
him.

Didn�t
want them to like him. Wanted them to
remember that besides Kakarot he could defeat them all. Would.
Would have killed them. Should
have, as he thought back on it sometimes, but he was sick of Freiza. Sick of murdering everything he had seen.

The
shower curtain opened, Kakarot looked at him.
Sighed. �Sorry Vegeta.�

�Don�t
apologize,� Vegeta said, �You have no reason to apologize to me.� Accepted that he would never be able to
change Kakarot into what he might have been if their planet was not destroyed,
but would not allow the idiot to feel bad for behaving in a manner that was
completely acceptable. Certainly would
not listen to him apologize for his son�s stupidity.

Stepped
out of the shower. Picked his clothes
up off the floor. And then took a towel
off the shelf, shook the dust off.
Dried himself.

�I
guess we should get something to eat,� Kakarot said. Looked uncomfortable as he pulled his gi back on. Looked miserable and confined. Like something caught and put in a zoo. �I don�t think there�s anything left in the
kitchen.�

Tried
to contain the anger that was broiling up inside of him at the way this man was
so accepting of what others said were wrong with him. Mostly, he figured, Kakarot let it roll off him. But things like this, they annoyed the hell
out of Vegeta. How dare the nimrod let
his own son berate him. Trunks would
not have done that in a billion years.
Because he had respect for his father.
Nobody had respect for Kakarot.
�Then we�ll find something,� Vegeta said. Felt the way his words grated out, and pulled his gloves back
on. Flashes of anger went straight down
his spine and he wanted to catch that little fuck-up son of Kakarot�s and beat
him into the ground.

Didn�t. But it was a nice picture to keep in mind.

�Yeah,�
Kakarot said, picked his shoes up and put them back on. �We can go hunting.� As if this made everything magically
better. �And then you can come back
here�if you want�and sleep in the guest room.�

Rolled
his eyes at that. Realized that he
would have to take Kakarot up on that offer, because he could not go home. Not today.
Didn�t have a bloody fucking clue as to what he was going to say to
Bulma. Wouldn�t apologize to her
because he hadn�t promised her anything, but couldn�t leave it off like
this. Felt a part of him tingling in
guilt and shame that he had used her even without meaning to. Used her to get an heir and then left her. �I assume you�ll go back to your nest.�

Kakarot
nodded. �I don�t like to sleep here,�
he said. But from the way he turned and
guided Vegeta back out of the house, it was obvious that he didn�t like to do
anything in that house.

That
would need to be fixed. Kakarot either
needed to overcome his house phobia or he needed to find a new home to live in
that was not a hole in the ground filled with grass and leaves.

Stopped
dead in his tracks when he realized that he was planning his life around what
the baka wanted. Pushed away the wave
of uncertainty and disgust that came with that realization. He was accommodating the other Saiyan,
trying to think of ways to make him happy.
Thinking of what their home would have to be as if they would be
together for the rest of their lives.

Which
meant, unfortunately, that what Vegeta assumed to be a passing infatuation had
turned into something bigger. Had
exploded and taken root and would not leave him be.

~~**

The
hunting was fun. Reminded him of when
he was little. Roasting it had been
good and familiar. Had shown him how
basically similar he was to Vegeta. And
he had very much liked to watch him eat.
Rip the meat away from the bone and lick the juice off his mouth. That had been nice.

Thought
of the look on Gohan�s face when he stared at his father like he didn�t know
him. Wondered why the hell that hadn�t
hurt as much as it should have. He
loved his son. Trusted him to take care
of everything. Was trying to keep Gohan
into fighting, because Goku wasn�t going to be around to save the world every
single time it was threatened.
Eventually he was going to get older and die. (For real.) But Gohan had
a wife now, and a job. Was smart now
and worried about things that smart people worried about.

Maybe
it did not bother him so much because he knew that Vegeta didn�t care. Because Gohan had been angry, but that anger
had been because he caught his father with Vegeta. Gohan never really liked Vegeta.
Didn�t trust him. Of course,
neither did Krillin or Piccolo or any of the others.

But
they trusted Goku. Just as long as he
didn�t act too much like a Saiyan and make them all nervous.

< Now
they had eaten. Vegeta was sitting next
to their fire, tossed the bone he had stripped of meat. Licked his lips a final time and looked at
him. Waited for him to finish eating as
well and toss the bone out of the way.
Then they sat. Looked at each
other, at the fire. Didn�t speak.

�So,�
Goku said, when the silence settled and started to weigh down on him. �What are we going to do tomorrow?� Watched the fire flicker and cast shadows on
Vegeta�s face. Remembered what it had
felt like when they were in the shower, how it had been warm and steamy and how
soft that skin was stretched over such hard muscle. How it felt to press up against him, and the way his hand had
moved on Goku�s erection. Licked his
lips.

�The
same thing that we always do, Kakarot.
Spar.�

He
moved closer to Vegeta, sat down on the tree that the Prince had knocked over
to use as a seat. Watched Vegeta give
him a look, watched him set his gloves to one side. Look back. Lick his own
lips and have his own thoughts. Tilt
his head just so slightly to one side that Goku was sure he didn�t even realize
he did it.

And
then he kissed him again. Just pressed
his lips to Vegeta�s. Felt how hot they
were when they brushed against each other, felt the mouth open under his. A tongue against his lips. Opened his own mouth.

Hands
touched his arm, and he moved as Vegeta moved.
Let the prince straddle his lap and put his hand on Vegeta�s back,
dropped the other one down to the strong thigh and squeezed it. Moved his thumb up, brushed against the
hardening flesh constrained by the stretchy spandex.

�Kakarot,�
Vegeta said, looked directly at him as he knelt. �Take us back to your house.�

Didn�t
have the presence of mind to argue with that demand as he pressed his thumb
harder against Vegeta�s growing erection, felt it pressing against him. Closed his eyes and concentr on on
transmitting them back to his house.

Found
that he had taken them straight back to his bathroom, found that extremely
odd. But Vegeta seemed to like it well
enough as he turned his back to him again�loved that back�and started rifling
through the stuff that was on the shelf.
Goku wrapped his arms around the chest, kissed the back of the Prince�s
neck, pressed his own arousal against him.
Thought of comfcomfortable he was around Vegeta when they were both
naked. Or fighting. Or eating.

Wondered
what the hell they were ever going to have to talk about. Didn�t really care as Vegeta found whatever
he had been looking for and turned back to look at him. Kissed him again, and pushed him backward
out of the door and toward the guest room.

The
door broke when Goku hit it�and he spared a few seconds to be thankful Goten
stayed with Trunks all the time.
Shattered and spread thick splinters of wood all over the floor. But they could fly, and getting over the
pile of broken door was simple.

Found
that he was being undressed again, and pulled Vegeta�s shirt off. Moved away from him so they could shuck
their shoes and pants, and then met him again, at the end of the bed. Bent, grabbed him by the thighs and pulled
him up, wrapped his legs around his chest.
Found this sort of even-height kissing to be the best sort.

�Bed,�
Vegeta said.

So
Goku moved them over to the bed, dropped Vegeta down on it and moved back so he
was covering the smaller, more streamline body. Kissed him briefly, moved down to kiss his neck and suck on the
perfect, warm salty skin. Vegeta
grabbed his hand, brought it up, wrapped his own palm around a few of his
fingers and rubbed something slippery on them.

Goku
stopped, pushed himself up with his non-slippery hand and looked at
Vegeta. And then realized just what he
was supposed to be doing with those fingers when he watched the Prince part his
legs. Felt all the blood in his body
bottom out in his toes somewhere, because he was suddenly as unsure about this as
a child. Watched Vegeta intently as he
moved down to where he could see what he was about to do more clearly.

Watched
the Prince drag a pillow from the pile of them at the head of the bed to put it
under his hips.

Fucking
surreal.

He
kissed the parted thigh as he touched the exposed entrance with the tip of one
slicked finger. Watched the jerk of
muscles tightening all at once and then relaxing again. Pressed the finger into Vegeta. Thought that he would die right there.

Because
inside of Vegeta was fucking hot, hotter than his skin. Tight and smooth and insane. Couldn�t imagine what it would feel like to
sink into that.

Moved
his finger experimentally, kissed the thigh again. And felt a spasm as Vegeta bit down on his own knuckle and arched
his back, pushed against his finger and moaned something that might have been a
scream if not for the hand he pressed to his mouth.

This
was absolutely going to kill him, Goku decided, because he wasn�t even inside
of Vegeta yet and he felt like he would explode.

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

Gk:
Seeeeee?! We got real close to
sex that time and none of my children interrupted.

Vegeta: Damn
word count.

Gk: I hate
it too.

Vegeta: Now
I�m stuck like that for a whole day.

Jaygoose:

Well,
the intrusion didn�t stop them for long, anyway.

Getarian:

Sadly,
they didn�t crispen Gohan. That would
have been much easier (and probably very satisfying for the Prince.) But no, it was not time for violence.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I
don�t think you�d get much sleep with this ficcie in your bed with you,
dear. It seems to be heading in a
direction opposite of sleep. (Hopefully
anywho, because if one of them falls asleep right now I�ll just have to bang my
head on the desk and demand of my muses what is happening.)
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