Saiyan Enlightenment | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
Comments:
A.
Lets all sing: This is the fic
that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some people started reading
it, not knowing what it was and they’ll keep reading it forever just because
this is the fic that never ends…
B.
*cough * I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT. If I did DB “GT” would be ‘Group Therapy’ and DBZ would be about
Goku’s quest to get Vegeta sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had
his wicked way with him.)
C.
This is a CONTINUATION of The Meaning of Pride. That means for this to make complete sense
you should go read MoP.
D.
Obviously, there will be ‘Saiyan’ ness. That’s (as Vegeta puts it): to include violent fighting, angry
sex and fighting for ‘dominance.’ As
well as LEMONS. Homosexuality (two male
Saiyans boinking (having sex), actualour,our, because Trunks & Goten get
laid too) Dirty language probably. Unexplained green smirks.
E.
Gohan’s an ass. This might
change (let us all pray it’ll change) but he held on to his ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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The
clothes tore easily, Kakarot’s clothes always tore easily. Its why he ended every battle almost
naked. Stupid cloth. He ripped the orange off his body and held
onto the arm, kept it twisted behind his back right at the point of pain, and
felt Kakarot shaking under him, making some noise that was between a growl and
a whimper. Didn’t particularily
care.
How
dare the idiot go off and train himself like that!
How
dare he waste Vegeta’s time. Didn’t he
have any fucking clue how important it was to train your natural impulses? This stupid planet was not made to withstand
the sort of fury a wild Saiyan could unleash on it. Vegeta wasn’t going to keep up this stupid game if Kakarot wasn’t
going to play by the rules. He had
better things to do with his fucking time than to fight someone who hadn’t been
sleeping for a week because he wanted to exhaust himself out of being a real
threat.
Idiot.
Nice, even.
“What
Kakarot?” he replied. Moved, thrust
into him, just a little, pulled out only an inch or so and pushed back in, kept
his fingers on the scar and felt that his lover’s whole body was shaking at
that. Finished tracing the long spine
down to the hips and moved both his hands down, to wrap around the waist, hold
him still as he waited for whatever it was that Kakarot was going to say.
There
was another whining noise. “Vegeta.”
That
was enough for him. He curled his hands
tighter against Kakarot’s skin and thrust into him. Felt a strange sense of déjà vu that almost made him sick and
wondered where the tail was, remembered doing this before and there had been a
tail wrapped around the prone back, had to blink, forget the past as Kakarot
snarled something and pushed back with every thrust into him.yes"> There was no room to think.
Now
it was stilled, now Vegeta was thinking and he groaned. Thinking just hurt people. Thinking made everything so fucking
complicated and he hated it. Hated the
way every thought he had was a contradiction to his next thought. Hated the way he couldn’t even figure out
what was right or wrong or if he was a Saiyan or a human. Goku or Kakarot and it was just too much to
think about all at once. Too much to
think about in little pieces.
Too
much to feel and he didn’t want to. He
just wanted to sleep. Just wanted to
feel Vegeta next to him, or inside him or around him. He didn’t care. Just
wanted that feeling. Whimpered
again. Felt the hand on his spine
again, fingers pressed to each vertebrae and he pushed back against the
hardness inside of him. Wanted Vegeta
to get back to what he had been doing a moment before and stop thinking.
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta said, leaned down, over him, shifted and pressed against his prostate
without even meaning to. “Am I hurting
you?”
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