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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 ing ing 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

~~***

The baka had gone back to his nest, like Vegeta
assumed he would. Kissed him again and
held onto him like he didn�t want to go, but Kakarot�s dislike of the house
overcame his desire to be close to Vegeta.
(Something the Prince was not about to let happen again. There was no way a house would fucking outdo
him in anything.) So he slept alone,
stripped the bed they had fucked on and slept on the mattress. Thought of what the sunrise would bring, but
didn�t sleep. Tried to imagine what the
hell he was going to so Buo Bulma.

Wasn�t going to apologize about Kakarot. Wouldn�t demean the man that way like he was
something filthy that Vegeta had to hide.
Because he wasn�t. Kakarot
wasn�t something that he was ashamed of.
He wasn�t ashamed of anything about his behavior in the past twenty-four
hours except that he had walked out on the woman that had given him his son and
allowed him to sleep in her home.
Because she deserved better than that.

He got out of bed before the sun had finished its
upward climb. Felt that the baka was
either still sleeping or keeping his ki low enough to make it seem as if he was
sleeping. Pulled his clothes on, and
headed back to the Capsule building.

Found Bulma and the two boys having breakfast.

�Hi Dad,� Trunks said, cheerfully. Didn�t notice the way his mother stiffened
and glared. Neither did the chibi-version
of his father, Goten. They finished
shoveling the food into their over-sized mouths and started betting on who
could reach their destination the fastest, who could defeat the other. Took pride that his son would win, but felt
something odd inside of him because he wanted Goten to be equal, wanted him to
win as well.

Bulma waited until they were gone before she shook
her head at him. �Don�t,� she said, �I
don�t want to hear anything you have to say.�
Dropped a capsule on the table.
�That�s everything of yours that was here. And a place for you to live.�

Looked at her as she stared at him. Watched tears forming in her eyes, and
thought that she had really cared about him.
He had betrayed her because he didn�t feel so strongly for her that he
couldn�t imagine being with someone else.
Realized that if he was wrong about Kakarot, if all this thing in his
head was, was just a passing lust than he was giving up the only other person
in this world that he really cared a shit about.

Picked the capsule up off the table. Watched her eyes close and made himself see
the track of the tears as they fell down her cheeks. Thought of Kakarot, thought of what he would do if he were
here. He would have promised that it
would never happen again, forfeited his whole life to make her�s better. But Vegeta couldn�t do that. Didn�t know how. Had never given anyone anything but Kakarot last night. Had things stripped from him and stolen from
him, but had never been allowed to give.

Looked at everything in his life wrapped up in a
tiny capsule. Closed his fist around
it. And for the very t tit time in his
whole life said: �I�m sorry.�

�Whatever, Vegeta.
Just go away.�

He wanted to shake her until she stopped
crying. Shake her until she realized
that if it could have been a different way he wouldn�t have chosen to care
about the baka. Would never have
allowed himself to feel like he did or think of the idiot like he did. Because he couldn�t remember a time in the
years he had known Kakarot when he hadn�t felt disgusted at the man�s display
of human-ness. Of how easily he bent to
the will of his friends. Wanted the
bastard to get stronger, to get more Saiyan to fight and win and beat the shit
out of whoever questioned him. Knew
that it would never happen.

Knew that despite that, Kakarot had wormed his way
into Vegeta�s mind and built himself a nest, was there now, getting deeper and
deeper into Vegeta in a way that was never going to be reversible. Turned away from Bulma, heard the break of a
sob that had been trapped in her chest, and walked away.

Couldn�t turn around because she did not want him
to. Couldn�t turn around because he
could not make her believe that he would ever come back to her. Promised himself that he would come back to
see her, that he would be there to protect her and his son. But turhis his back now and walked away.

~~~***

The gloriously over-bright sun had returned and so
had the gloriously over-angry Son.
Gohan. Still pissed off. Snapping at him. �I felt your ki last night,� he said this with disgust, �How
could you? How could you do that
knowing how I felt about it?�

Like Goku�s whole entire life was all about his adult
son. He climbed to his feet, and
stretched. Felt something that he
usually associated with Vegeta move in his chest and looked directly at his
son. �I know how you feel,� he said,
�Now listen to me while I tell you how I feel.� Watched Gohan go from angry to astounded, and continued: �I loved
your mother, Gohan. I was faithful to
her every day from the very first time I saw her. And when she died, I mourned her. I�ll always love Chichi.
And I want you to keep remembering your mother. But I do not, and will never, answer to
you. I am your father. You answer to me, and if I want to be with
Vegeta than that�s something you need to deal with.�

�He�s a killer.�
Said this like it was the absolute truth and Vegeta went about murdering
every single day. �He tried to kill
you. How can you touch something like
that?�

Goku felt that this conversation had reached the end
of what he wanted to say. Stood still
and waited for Gohan to realize that tonveonversation was over. His son stared, looked hurt and offended and
angry. But he wasn�t getting any
stronger, so there was no fight coming.

Gohan gnashed his teeth, muttered: �Whatever.� Turned his back and left.

Vegeta showed up not long after that. Didn�t look like his morning had been any
better than Goku�s. Had his arms
crossed over his chest, scowling and doing that sneer thing that meant he was
focusing on something unpleasant in his own mind. Goku sighed.

�Do you think we should get breakfast first?� he
asked. Hoped that the Prince agreed,
because he was hungry, and if they were going to spar he didn�t want to have an
empty stomach to distract him. Wanted
to fight as best he could on this planet.
(Fighting too much like he wanted to generally yielded huge craters and
gaping holes in the planet.)

�If we don�t,� Vegeta said, �You�ll be whining about
it the whole time.� Uncrossed his arms,
looked at something in his hand and then showed it to Goku.

�Oh!� Goku said, �Is that a capsule house?�

�Yes.�

Knew just by the clipped quietness of that word that
however Vegeta had gotten that capsule it was not a pleasant experience, and
knew without having to ask that Vegeta probably did not want to talk about it,
so he let the subject drop. �What do
you want to have for breakfast?� he asked.

A snort.
�Whatever you can catch.�

That led them to the hunt, and just under an hour
later they were sitting next to their fire pit from the night before, devouring
yet another roasted hunk of meat. Goku
truly appreciated these moments because they were the times when he was the
most content. When he was outside,
where there were no walls to hole him in.
When he could be content with his heritage and Vegeta and not have to
feel cramped by the laws of the planet he had born up on.

Finished eating his part of the catch. Stood up and stretched out his body. Felt the kinks in his muscles from sleeping
in the nest. Thought that it was
probably a good thing that Vegeta had a house now because he didn�t mind real
beds, didn�t like to sleep alone in a house and probably would never sleep in
the house that had been his and Chichi�s again.

Watched the Prince pick up the gloves he had left on
the log the night before. Watched him
dust them off, slip them back onto his hands, flex his hands. �Ready?� Vegeta asked.

�Yep.�

They went back out to the sparring place,
fought. Fought like they did
everything, with all the meaning, with all their anger and all their power, and
it felt the same as it always had. Goku
hoped that would never change. Wanted
to hang on to this part of Vegeta just as much as he wanted to see all the
other parts. Fought him with all his
own frustration, fought until he didn�t feel frustrated anymore, until they
were just drifting around in the air, braced against an attack but not moving
to attack.

Fought until he felt that it had run its course and
they could just drift along in the air now and talk about things that Goku had
never seen. Let hiard ard down, watched
Vegeta do the same. Touched ground
again and watched Vegeta do the same.

�Gohan doesn�t like you,� Goku said, �I don�t think
any of them will understand.�

�It is not up to them to understand,� Vegeta said,
�And if they were really your �friends� than they wouldn�t care who you were
with.�

Shrugged that thought away. Didn�t want to think about it because he liked his friends. Knew that they didn�t like Vegeta and that
Vegeta didn�t like them. But didn�t
care. It wouldn�t be the first time he
was stuck in the middle of a set of people that all but hated one another.

�So,� Goku asked as he stretched again, �What do you
want to do now?� Looked at Vegeta as he
thought about this question. Felt
hunger settling in the pit of his stomach that had absolutely nothing to do
with foopan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Found it odd that moods
overcame him like this, but not disconcerting.
Because instinct often worked without logic.

Moved forward before Vegeta gave him an answer, put
his arm around the Prince, drew him up and kissed him. Felt the mouth open under his and Vegeta�s
tongue pressed against his, hands grabbed him and pulled him closer, and he
wondered if maybe they shouldn�t have done this first. Fought second.

Pressed against the body in front of him, felt Vegeta
press right back.

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

Gk: Wasn�t
this only supposed to be a few chapters?

Vegeta: I
think its almost finished.

Gk:
But�but� There�s more sex! Look!

Vegeta:
And? The challenge was to get us
together. We�ve fucked, we�ve kissed,
xchaxchanged meaningful dialogue to other folks. All that remains is moving in together and exchanging meaningful
dialogue with each other.

Gk: But� But�

Vegeta: It�s
in the rules.

Gk:
Rules? What rules?

Vegeta: The
fanfic rules.

Jaygoose:

Yeah,
Chichi�s really ruined her son in this fic.
I like your Gohan tho. (I haven�t
read the new chapter yet, but I saw it and am going to go read it when I finish
posting.)

Mechanical Butterfly:

*Adds
locks to the closet door and pockets the keys. * You are not going to abuse Vegeta! He�s busy making lemonade!

And
I�m happy you liked the lemon and the rest of the chapter. I was very happy with the way that one
turned out. (Look at me getting all
puffy with pride over my lemons.
Sheesh.)

Getarian:

You
know I just recently figured out that I drop the subject when I write. Such as instead of He panted and pushed back
it�s just Panted and pushed back. Which
(I think) creates a sense of urgency and �you�re right there with them.� Huh.
(Sorry that I felt compelled to share that insight with you. I just now noticed that I do that.)

Yeah. �Geta said he wasn�t going to help Goku out
with the sex, but then he did anyway.
But then, we all knew the Prince had a soft spot for Goku.

I
wrote that line about him thinking about other guys and (unfortunately) Yamcha
was the first one I thought of. Because
he is the most realistic choice. And
then I was like. Er� How about he just thinks about it real
generally and not anyone specifically.

Hectate 18:

Dawn
of the Dead. Heard that it was
good. (When I go to the �movies� I�m
going to a �show� at the �theater�)

Yeah! You love my ficcie! I like it too. I did not like Gohan interrupting them, and I especially don�t
like his continued presence disturbing my fic.
*grrr. *

Seeya tomorrow folks!
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