Saiyan Enlightenment | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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.
12.0pt'>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.
i>
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Vegeta
growled in annoyance at himself.
Screamed into his own head to demand just what the hell the big fucking
problem was. Because he had not done
anything wrong, he hadn’t even done something slightly not-good. He had just done whatever pubescent Saiyan
did. (Granted, puberty sometimes hit
Saiyans a lot later in life than others.
Case in point: Kakarot.) So he
shoved away that part of his mind that was just blaring over and over again
that saying the truth was not going to let this conversation end prettily, and
at the same time, the opposite side of his mind asked himself if he should lie? Because the only alternative to saying
‘Radditz’ was saying ‘Nappa’ and he didn’t think Kakarot was even slightly dumb
enough to believe that one. The bald
thing maybe, the annoying twit that shared half it genetics with Kakarot
definitely, but not the man sitting on the bed looking at him with that
question:
“Who’d
you do that with?”
Lingering
between them like some sort of poisonous cloud that threatened to make Vegeta
insane as he warred internally and felt like a weak-minded idiot. an>San>So he ignored the bitching in his mind and
said: “With Radditz.”
Kakarot’s
eyes opened wider and then went back to normal and he just mumbled “Oh.” Then cracked the fakest smile that Vegeta
had ever seen in the whole of his life and said: “Yeah, I guess there wasn’t
anyone else around.” Which sounded like
a perfe rat rational thing to say, but there was the fake smile to take into
consideration and the fact that Kakarot had only slept for six hours after
training himself nonstop for the week, and the fact that he looked almost like
he was going to cry like a woman.
(Which was annoying, because he knew that Kakarot was stronger than he
was behaving and if the big idiot would just give into his instincts and let
this thing he was so terrified of happen then it would all be okay.) “Well…”
his lover let that hover in the air between them too as he tried to come
up with a sentence to attach to it, and failed miserably. Looked down at his hands and then in a move
that was possibly the only slightly cowardly thing he had seen the man do,
Kakarot just disappeared.
“STUPID
ASS!” He yelled, “I HATE THAT MOTHERFUCKING TECHNIQUE! GET YOUR POUTY ASS BACK HERE KAKAROT!” Found that he was screaming at his own walls
and the looked less than impressed with his little outburst. So he shot to his feet and stormed through
the house, to the front door, knocked it open and tried very hard to breath,
found that was being made difficult by the sheer amount of ANGER that was
coursing through hike ike fire and not only did it make him consider evil
things, it was almost painful.
And
who should be in front of his home but the little bald thing, who just squeaked
when he saw Vegeta and managed to stutter out a: “I was just here to see
Goku.” Clutched his broken arm closer
to his chest and looked like he was suddenly aware that Vegeta had a foul
temper.
“He’s
not HERE,” Vegeta said, “Go AWAY.” Felt
as if he should kick the bald thing, and felt that it would be perfectly
justified too, but he didn’t, because the only ass he wanted to kick was
Kakarot’s and as soon as he found him, he was going to kick his ass. Literally.
He
shoved past the short bald one and flew off into the air, mumbling things that
he was going to do to his lover when he found him for having the audacity to
run away like that in the middle of a freaking conversation. How stupid!
How un-Saiyan. Incredibly
non-saiyan in fact to the point that it almost made Vegeta sick to think of
it. What a moron!
He
stopped in the air and closed his eyes, calmed his raging nerves enough to get
a signal, to figure out where Kakarot was so he could find him and finish this
argument (it had once been just a conversation and was no a full blown
argument) the old fashion way. With
fists and fighting and if all went well, fucking.
~~~***
It
wasn’t that he wasn’t expecting Vegeta to say ‘Radditz’ it wasn’t that he hadn’t already accepted
and thought of this fact. Because
honestly, Vegeta knew what he was doing when it came to fucking another man,
and he didn’t think that the Prince had acquired that knowledge from anyone
outside of his own race. (For a few
moments, when he first thought of this, he had horrifying flashes of Vegeta
with other aliens…like Zarbon…or…Dodira…
Or…Yamcha.) And it certainly
made the most sense that Vegeta would go after Radditz because they were a few
hundred pounds and several feet closer in size than Vegeta and Nappa were. In fact, just the thought of Vegeta and
Nappa even attempting to do something was enough to make him want to puke. There were some images that should never be
images.
But,
as soon as that word, his stupid fucking homicidal brother’s name, left
Vegeta’s mouth there was something that ripped through him and he managed to
stifle it out of life only long enough for his human nature to react to his
confirmation of what he had already thought.
And his human side was a bit wimpy, a bit upset, a bit convinced that he
was second best because he couldn’t be the Saiyan that Radditz was, and then
there was the fact that he was a bit sore from that morning, and his human side
pointed this out and whimpered about it like it was important.
Still,
that wasn’t the reason he left. The
reason he left was because when he looked at Vegeta, when he heard that word
come out of his mouth and all the images it produced, he felt the Saiyan side
of him rip straight through his ability to control it. Felt like he if he didn’t ball his hands up
and hit Vegeta until he couldn’t move than somehow he had failed himself. Because whatever the past, Vegeta’s ass was
his now and someone had to be made aware of this. Considering Vegeta was dead set against anyone else knowing their
business, that left only one person for him to prove this fact to.
Vegeta
himself.
And
when assaulted with the painfully erotic, violent images of what exactly he was
going to do with Vegeta to prove fac fact, he had little choice but to turn
and disappear as quickly as he could.
Didn’t want to have to resist that temptation to reach out and fight for
Vegeta, defeat him and take him until he screamed only Goku’s name and forgot
forever that there had ever even been a worthless pile of flesh named Radditz
that had once lost and allowed Vegeta to satiate himself in.
Radditz
could be the name of a fucking pile of shit for all Goku cared. He was dead and Goku had killed
him. Helped anyway. Would do it again now that he knew an even
better reason to. Hell, he was half
tempted to go revive the bastard just so he could kill his ass one more
time. With his bare hands this
time. Grab him by the neck and wring it
until they understood that Vegeta belonged to only one Saiyan now and that
fucking Saiyan was him.
But
he wasn’t like THAT! He didn’t think
thoughts like that. He didn’t want to
do those things. He was a nice person a
good person that cared about flowers and bunnies and loved everything. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, least of all
Vegeta. He just wanted his stupid
instincts to die like they bee been dead before so he could keep living this
happy life of his without its interruption.
He wanted to go back in time and tell his son to leave him the hell
alone that very first day so he would never have gone to see him again, and
wouldn’t have to question himself now.
He
stood in the middle of nowhere, really, someplace with grass. Hands like fists at his side and he walked,
had nothing on his body but the sheet he had been holding and didn’t even care
about that. His whole body felt like it
was shaking in the fury that filled up his mind to the point of breaking and it
was just so damn annoying.
The
wind blew in his face and he sighed, stopped short and sniffed the air
again. Because it smelled like
something familiar. Something familiar
that made those dark thoughts of Vegeta return to him, and his shaking body
flushed out and he tried to mumble out no, but it came out like a growl. A feral growl. One that made his erection throb as it grew hotter and heavy and
he crouched and waited.
Could
smell his mate coming to find him, and smell his annoyance. Welcomed the fight that would soon come and
thought with a great smile on his face that tonight he would forget the fucking
human side of him and let the Saiyan out to fight. He didn’t have the strength to fight both sides tonight. Didn’t want to, because here came Vegeta who
needed to be reminded that Radditz was dead.
Or maybe, Kakarot needed to know he was dead.
Either
way.
Tonight
Vegeta would be screaming only his name.
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Over
a hundred words shy of the count.
Goku: It’s Saturday!
Vegeta: This is
truly cruel.
Goku: It’s
Saturday! *hyperventilates *
Vegeta: I think
that was masterfully done.
Goten: If the next
chapter has either me or Trunks in it anywhere I will personally kill the
author.
Goku: SATURDAY!
Vegeta: Yes,
Kakarot, we know. What’s the big deal?
Goku: *dies *
Saiyajin Neko:
…Well,
it’s Saturday. I updated. Yay!
*smirks in evil fashion *yes"> Soup is good. Anyway…
Glad
to hear from you. Glad you get time to
sleep. Yay! Sleep!
Macha:
I
was wondering where the pom-poms had got off to. Very pleased you decided not to use the poms until after they
wdonedone, because it would have been a bit distracting.
Yeah,
Goten is cute with the baby. *pats
Goten *
Jaygoose:
Well,
*hands over new cliffie * And…Pan…yeah,
I’m not Pan’s biggest fan either. I
haven’t seen much of GT but what I did see I didn’t like her. (Or Trunks’ shorts or the fact that my
favorite character was a chibi and thus could not be kidnapped for lemony
fanfics, or Vegeta’s moustache.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
Ah,
the ever-popular Kakarot/Goku thing. I
don’t like to use that idea very often, because really they are the same
person. Its like when people divide up Aya
(From Weiss) and make him into Aya (the psychotic killer that somehow manages
to toss his katana wherever he pleases and it always comes back to him) and Ran
(poor brother who is very kind hearted and shy.) *shrugs * T hey are the
same person, they’re just different traits of that one person. *sigh *
Still, sometimes the Kakarot/Goku thing is appropriate.
Lol. Yeah, Babyswapping no laughing matter. So why are you laughing?
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