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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- 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-The Meaning of Pride
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- 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

~~***

He bit down into his knuckle
so hard he drew blood. Sucked on it,
and tried to get his body to stop arching and pushing back against the finger
that was inside of him. He was a
Prince, dammit. But that pressure was
there, massaging his prostate until he felt everything tingling and had to
close his eyes because his vision was spotty. Everything in the whole world was suddenly suspended, dependent on
that fng ong of the blunt fingertip inside of him.

Until
it went away, and he collapsed onto the bed, panted and tried to catch his
breath, tried to remember who he was and his pride and all those things. Found that he didn�t have enough time to
break through the comforting fog that was surrounding him, because he could
feel the hot suction of Kakarot�s mouth on his thigh sending white hot flares
of pleasure the short distance to his erection, and then there were two fingers
pushing their way inside of him.
Stretching him, and immediately back against his prostate.

He
turned his head from side to side and bared his teeth, felt the hiss of hard
breath being forced out and cursed. Rocked
back against the fingers, felt the hot mouth move farther up his thigh, wanted
to grab the hair and drag Kakarot�s mouth to where it would be most
useful. Didn�t. Wrapped his hands in the blankets. Moaned.
Felt that the first noise freed him to express the others.

And
Kakarot was looking at him. Pushed
another finger into him. Moved up onto
one arm, raised himself up so he could look down at Vegeta. Stared at him like he was something
precious. Dropped his head down, sucked
on his stomach, licked him, and that reminded him of what it felt to get a
tongue bath.

Absolutely
would not tell the idiot to get a move on already. Refused to. He had gotten
the moron the necessities to do this, and he had positioned himself, and if he
didn�t pick up on the rest from there than Vegeta was not going to waste his
time trying to explain it.

The
fingers were moving, slicked with the oily lubricant. He caught Kakarot�s eyes, stared back at him. Panted and pushed back. Thought of how hot it was to be caught in
that gaze. How comfortable it was, and
then the fingers were pulled out but not pushed back in. The hand moved to the otherside of Vegeta;
he wiped his fingers on the blanket and looked at the Prince intently. Kissed him, but didn�t say anything.

Vegeta
picked the stupid tube up again, squeezed it out on his palm, reached down
between their bodies to where he could feel Kakarot�s hardness jutting into his
thigh. Wrapped his hand around it, and
stroked him. Felt teeth dig into his
tongue by accident, and then that aggravated wound was soothed by Kakarot�s
tongue before he pulled back.

He
opened his legs as wide as he could, felt hands moving behind him to cup his
ass and lift him up even higher. Used
the hand he wrapped around Kakarot to guide him to where he was needed. And stared up at the other Saiyan as his
eyes closed and he pushed his way into Vegeta�s body. There was a horribly uncomfortable burn, a stretch that felt like
he was going to be rend in half, and then the (insightful) idiot stopped. Blinked, tried to get his eyes to stay open,
failed at that and dropped his head down to rest on Vegeta. Panted and shook, but didn�t move.

Vegeta
dug his fingers into Kakarot�s back, grit his teeth�took pride that he was
causing those shudders that ran through Kakarot so strongly he was shaking�and
forced himself to accept this intrusion.
Shifted enough to feel the hardness against his prostate, ground against
it until he felt the sparks of pleasure intensify back into what they had been.

Looked
up when he felt that he was being watched.
Found black eyes looking at him.
Staring at him. Then he was
kissed again, felt the hips move between his thighs, felt the hardness pulling
out, and braced himself as he was pushed back into. Didn�t make a sound, held onto Kakarot, drew blood with his
fingernails. Waited, felt the hard head
of his erection pushing against his prostate, and concentrated on that, on the
hand that was moving down to his erection.

Knew
that Kakarot was holding back, because he was biting his lip even as he kissed
Vegeta, could feel all that restrained strength in the body above him, and
thought with a disgusted little mental sneer that this was what he was used
to. To being considerate of everyone
else. Not being concerned with his own
needs. As if Vegeta had given two
seconds of thought to what Radditz fucking wanted before he was pounding into
him. He pulled his mouth away from the
taller one. Panted, pushed back, raised
his arms over his head to press against the wall so he had enough leverage to
move himself harder against the impaling hardness. Decided that if Kakarot wouldn�t do it, than he would.

Watched
the bigger Saiyan shining in the low light.
Saw the way he was shaking, and felt the hand move from his erection to
his side, lifted Vegeta up so he was arching against the baka, and then he felt
something change, felt that he was being pushed into harder, faster.

Groaned,
and panted, and let his arms hang as he was pulled up tight against Kakarot and
fucked. All that need was back again,
focused on the place inside of him that was so empty, and felt as if it would
only be fulfilled if he could find a way to draw the baka into him farther. Thrust his own erection against the hard
stomach as best he could. Moaned again,
and felt the hot mouth on his skin, on his shoulder.

Bared
his teeth and snarled, moved faster, used his legs to bounce back against
Kakarot. Felt the erection getting
harder, getting bigger, wanted to feel it everywhere inside of him. Wanted to be a part of this idiot
again. Leaned back into the arms that
held him up, let himself be suspended by the man. Let himself be taken and drown in the ecstasy and beauty of it.

Dropped
his mouth open in a soundless scream that came from the very tips of his toes
as he felt himself give in under the immense pressure of that possession. Heard Kakarot say his name, snarl it, growl
it, snap it out as he released inside of him, and shuddered hard against him.

~~**

Vegeta
looked at him. That was the only
reflection that made it past the fuzz that his brain had become. The only thing that he knew was true in this
whirlwind of sensation that was still blowing like a tornado inside of him.

Vegeta
was looking at him. Not scowling or
smiling but something between the two.
And he was inside of him. Still
buried in that heat. Still shaking like
a teenager, and thought that in some ways, this the the very first time he had
ever done this.

Wondered
what he was supposed to say now. Tried
to think if anyone had ever told him about this situation. Found that he didn�t have any un-helpful
words from his friends. And just
concentrated on the feel of Vegeta in his arms. Let the Prince lean against his arms as he shifted, lifted
himself away from Goku enough that they were no longer joined and then settled
back on his lap.

Apparently
the Saiyans didn�t have words for things like this either. Because Vegeta was just looking back.

Felt
the sweat cooling on his skin, and Vegeta�s release on his stomach. Thought that: �Shower?� would suffice for
now.

Vegeta
nodded. Managed to get to his
feet�however awkwardly given their position�and stepped down off the bed. Regal despite the face that he was naked and
indecently sprayed with certain fluids.
Goku just grinned at it, found that he liked that. Loved the way Vegeta never let anything or
anyone get in the way of upholding what he considered his heritage. Thought of how strong the shorter Saiyan had
to be to hold onto that part of himself through all the shit his life had given
him.

�Hey,
�Geta,� he said as he stood up and followed the Prince to the shower, �Did a
lot of guys have sex like that?�

There
was a snort and Vegeta said, rather dryly: �Very few people ever get to have
sex that good, Kakarot. But, if you
mean do guys often sleep with other men in the Saiyan world, than yes.� He turned the hot water on, stepped into the
shower and waited for Goku to follow him.
�Most males are stuck out on missions, after all, and they are all very
virile.�

�Oh.� Thought with a bit of blush that this was
not the first time he had thought about other guys. It was definitely the first time he had ever acted out those
thoughts. But he had imagined other
things. Before Chichi. Because he had loved her, and he had been
faithful to her. Even in his
thoughts.

�Do
you have shampoo?� Vegeta asked.

�Yeah,�
Goku said, handed him a bottle of the shampoo that was left in the shower. Vegeta took it and started to wash his
hair. Goku just watched him. Loved the way he looked in the water. Made him think fondly of their most recent
acts, and hope that this would not be just a one-day thing of insanity. Waited for the Prince to finish, and then
switched places with him. Washed off
his body, and then used the very last of the shampoo to clean his own hair.

Turned
the water off, and stood there, naked and wet, and looked at Vegeta. Smiled.
Found that he didn�t really care that he was naked, didn�t care that the
Prince was giving him an odd look and shaking his head. Didn�t mind at all. Wouldn�t care if Gohan showed up and cried
his outraged little eyes out. Goku had
raised his son (for those years he was alive) and he had given him everything
that he felt was necessary for Gohan�s continued good fortune in life. Would always be there if his son needed
him. But Gohan was not a baby anymore,
and Goku was not going to feel bad because his son said he should.

When
he looked at Vegeta he couldn�t even summon the energy to be ashamed, or the
will. Because there was nothing to be
ashamed of. Vegeta was perfect. He was Saiyan.

And
Goku liked him. That was all that
mattered.

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

Gk:
Finally! Finally! Finally!
Hot sex! Great sex! Sex for everyone and sex for me!

Vegeta: Hn.

Gk:
Sex. Sex. Sex.

Vegeta: One
must wonder why I only get to be seme in one of her stories.

Gk: I
don�t.

Vegeta: Well
you should.

Gk: No I
shouldn�t. I like you when you writhe
and growl and�

Getarian:

Yep. I�m cruel.
But I try to make up for my cruelness.
*mostly, anyway.* And writing
this fic is making me like the Prince more and more. Every time I write about him I start to understand him a little
more and ERG because I like Goku.
*sheeeeesh *

I
love Vegeta�s �screw what you think� attitude and Goku (I like everything about
him) starting to realize that he is a Saiyan.

Mechanical Butterfly:

There
is no such thing as watching too much Moulin Rouge, dear. I
did not like Gohan in this. (Gohan�s
not my favorite anyway.) He was just
mean. But thankfully, Goku didn�t let
him bother it for too long and immediately realized what a hot Prince he had
sitting there.

Hope
you liked the lemon.

Jaygoose:

Yspanspan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> All is right in the world.
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