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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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- 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

~~***

It was only after his back hit the tree that he
realized he was humping Kakarot right out in the middle of everything where
anyone could come by and see them, and while Vegeta was resolutely not ashamed
of his choice to continue this with Kakarot he was not about to put up posters
and invite everyone to the show. Some
things were meant to stay in the bedroom and what he chose to do in his bed was
the number one thing on that list.
Breaking away from Kakarot, however, proved to be a feat. He tasted so good, and he was so warm and
hard and all around him.

Finally pulled back and managed to say: �Stop.� Didn�t manage to say it very convincingly or
even stop moving, but Kakarot stopped, still his hands as they moved down his
back and looked at him.spanspan>�We need to
open the capsule.�

It seemed that it had just occurred to the baka that
they were r out out in the open where absolutely everything could see them
humping one another like wild animals.
Unfortunately, this plan required Kakarot to move back, to let him down
out of his embrace and that meant he could not longer thrust his hips into Kakarot,
and he found that he did not like that at all.

�Yeah,� the big one said, �I guess we should. It might�uh�rain.� He said that like he was trying to find an appropriate excuse,
which he probably was because it didn�t seem to bother him that people might
randomly walk up and see the two of them.
Probably didn�t. �Where?�

Vegeta had not considered that. Looked aroudidndidn�t really care where they
put the house so much as he cared that it was set up sometime soon. Wasn�t about to make that known. He wasn�t so sure he could face Kakarot ife ote other Saiyan realized the full extent of his effect on Vegeta. Couldn�t stand the thought of handing anyone
that kind of ammunition. But he was
male, and he had been in the middle of a nice groping session when his brain
had kindly reminded him of their exposure.
Now it was asking him why the hell it had listened to his brain in the
first place when it was his throbbing erection that should have been allowed to
make the decisions.

�How about there?� Kakarot said, �In that flat space
right there. Its close to where we spar
and��

�Fine.� Cut
off the oversized baka before he could get into a full explanation of how it
was close the forest and how it was perfectly placed to capture the essence of
nature around them and all that other happy-go-lucky nonsense. Crossed the space between the tree he had
been so recently pressed against and the sight of his new home. Set the capsule, watched it go off and the
house appeared, and thought that it was a nice little home.

�See?� Kakarot said, leaned back, took in the sight
of the little capsule house, �It looks so nice.�

ta rta rolled his eyes and went inside, didn�t even
pause to look at the kitchen or the living room, just went straight to the
bedroom and pulled his gloves off, set them on the dresser.

�Wow!� that was Kakarot�still in the
kitchen��There�s tons of food in here!�

He had to have the shortest attention span in all
the history of short attention spans.
Vegeta left the bedroom, went to the bathroom, rifled through the shelf
of things he found therein.

�Donuts!�
This time Kakarot was standing in the doorway to the bathroom,
swallowing what looked to be the remains of a bag of chocolate donuts. He licked his lips and looked very satisfied
about his snack. �Why are you in the
bathroom �Geta?�

So I can tap dance on the toilet, he thought. But didn�t get a chance to share this
sarcasm with Kakarot, because right there in the doorway the baka was pulling
his clothes off. First his shoes and
then his shirt. Vegeta grabbed what he
had been looking for, slipped passed Kakarot and went back to the bedroom. Kicked his boots off, and felt larger hands
slipping down into his pants, felt the whole length of a mostly naked Saiyan
pressed to his back. Made the mistake
of looking down when those large hands pulled his erection out and wrapped his
own hands around the larger wrists.

�I�m glad you found me, �Geta.� That was what the idiot said to him. And then started to move his hand, up and
down, sliding roughly and Vegeta clenched his teeth, felt his world centering
on the feel of the skin against his clothes, and knew that Kakarot was not the
only one that was glad he had found this mud-ball of a planet.

~~~***

�I�m glad you found me, �Geta.� Had to say those words because they were
boiling inside of him. The knowledge
that if Vegeta had never found him he would not be here now. Would not be able to touch the might Prince
of all Saiyans. Wouldn�t know what it
felt like when Vegeta pressed back into him and tightened his fingers around
Goku�s wrists. Wouldn�t be able to hear
the breathy voice that was refusing to moan but wanted to. Wouldn�t be able to spar with him and eat
with him and feel that he was finally part of something. Permanently.

Vegeta moved his hands away from Goku�s wrists, let
him move his hand on his erection, and stripped off his shirt, pressed his
naked back to Goku�s naked chest. Held
his arms behind him and pushed his hands into Goku�s pants, wrapped his
smaller, softer hands around him.
Squeezed.

Goku felt the groan roll out of him, and hand to
release Vegeta or inadvertently do something very bad. Felt the hands on him move, and Vegeta
turned, pushed his pants off. Picked up
the tube that he had dropped on the floor, looked directly at the bed and then
back at him. That was all the
encouragement he needed, untied his pants, let them puddle around his ankles,
kicked them off and bent his head to kiss Vegeta, felt his skin against the hot
bronzed skin and ground his erection into the hard body.

Vegeta moved upward, evened out their heights and
opened his mouth, invited Goku into him, and used his hands to crush them
closer together.

Goku ran his hands down Vegeta�s back, cupped his ass
and pressed him tight against him, turned, moved them ovo tho the bed and
leaned, put out one hand to balance himself as Vegeta pulled back again, moved
out from under him, pulled him onto the bed and pushed him against the
headboard, left him sitting there as he opened the little tube�Goku remembered
that tube and its function. Squeezed a
liberal amount out onto his palm, moved forward again, kissed Goku wrapped his
slippery hand around his erection, stroked him and pushed against him.

Brain function stopped. He was dimly aware that he picked up the tube again, squeezed it
out onto his own palm, rolled his fingers in it. Felt Vegeta rise up onto his knees and reached behind between his
legs, brushed against the opening to his body, and pushed into him. Remembered, as he shuddered, what it felt
like to be trapped in that body.
Couldn�t imagine how he had lived life before. Thrust in another finger, felt Vegeta�s whole body rocking,
stared at him, as he tipped his head back and moved with it. Like a rippling tide, a force of naturat
at
couldn�t be confined, slick and bronzed and Goku pushed in a third finger,
watched Vegeta move on them, listened to hisans ans and loved it. Loved that he got to hear them.

Pulled his fingers out and Vegeta rolled his head
back, looked at him, licked his lips and moved to lower himself down on Goku,
impaled himself on the hardness.

The dusky voice broke through the insane fog that had
become his mind, and he blinked, cleared his vision and tried to concentrate on
something besides the vice-like heat around him. �Here,� Vegeta said, moved his hand around his back until his
fingers were pressed to a scar. He
rubbed it until he felt Vegeta shaking hard and gritting his teeth. Bared his teeth and snarled.

Lifted himself and dropped back down quickly.

He was going to die.
That was absolutely certain.
Tried to move, but Vegeta wouldn�t let him, pressed him back down and
clamped around him tight until he could barely breath through the insanity of
pressure in his hips and stomach. He
didn�t move, but watched Vegeta move on him.
Rubbed that scar until Vegeta was groaning endlessly, panting and moving
faster, fucking himself without allow Goku to move. Which was fine, because he was getting the full show. The leanness of muscles stretched to the
point of snapping, skin gleaming, slick, beautiful. The way his lungs were heaving and his chest was throbbing like
his heartbeat. Heard the heartbeat and
ras frs free hand up and down the bare chest.

Remembered to breath only when he felt his lungs
scream. Didn�t dare move, but let
Vegeta.

Felt it getting tighter, felt the growl rising in his
chest, felt impatient, wanted more, wanted to be inside of Vegeta farther,
wanted to taste him and hold him and keep him like this forever. Moved his hand away from the scar, up
Vegeta�s back, turned them over so Vegeta was under him, heard the vague noise
that was like a whimper only deeper, dark with need. And he pushed the legs up, felt them tighten around his ribs and
thrust into hard. Kissed him, opened
his lips and sucked on him. Loved tflavflavor in his mouth.

Pulled back to growl out his release as he felt
Vegeta explode against him, supported himself on his arms so he didn�t crush
the smr Prr Prince, breathed through the orgasm and the ripples that ran
through him. Stilled and stared. Watched Vegeta struggle to breath.

cla class=MsoBodyTextIndent style='text-indent:0in'> �I�m glad I found you, too, Kakarot,� Vegeta
said.

Smiled at those words. Dropped his head down and kissed him again, softly. Not with the urgency of need, but something
like how he had kissed Chichi, softly, to tell her that he liked her, loved
her, wanted to be with her. Pulled out
of Vegeta. Laid next to him, on his
side, used his fingertip to trace gns gns in the sweat and release on his
stomach and chest. �I told Gohan that I
wanted to be with you,� he said.

�Hn. That kid
shouldn�t question you like that.�

�He�s a good kid,� Goku said. Didn�t feel like defending his son. Let the comment stand and felt the
conversation drift away because Vegeta didn�t seem like he cared too damn much
about it. Sucked on his fingertip and
looked at Vegeta to see that the Prince was staring at him.

�It�s lunchtime,� the Prince said, �The brats should
be on their way to find us.�

�We should probably shower.�

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

QUICK! DUCK!
There�s a flying plot twist!

Gk: Where?!

Card: Don�t
know. But Mechanical Butterfly tossed
one in here, so beware.

Vegeta: But
the rules!

Gk: As if
the great Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans really listens to the rules of rabid
fangirls.

Vegeta:
*sn>*sigh *

Gk: I mean,
that is unless you want the story to end and there to be no more great sex.

Vegeta: This
guilt is not going to work.

Gk:
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Jaygoose:

I
felt really bad for Bulma. Poor dear.

Hectate 18:

Yes,
hopefully things will get better. (Can�t
stand unhappy things.)

clasclass=MsoNormal style='line-height:150%'>Mechanical Butterfly:

Yes,
�Geta says he isn�t ashamed of Goku but nobody has put this to the test
yet.

Children
(especially the grown-up ones) tend to believe that their parents� lives should
continuously be about them whether or not they are. In fact, the older you get the more this belief seems to affect
your ability to be a huge asshole.

And
Vegeta is very busy making lemonade so you just leave him be. *Puts all the locks back. *

Getarian:

Yes
the overly bright Son & Sun was supposed to be funny and lighten up Vegeta�s
dark and dreary little POV.

I
like author�s notes too. *sigh * Weirdo me.
Unfortunately today its quarter to six in the morning and me brain just
ain�t functioning properly yet. So I�m
going to have to leave dopey little notes.
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