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), actually four, 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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Vegeta
did not fall asleep, and neither did Kakarot, but after the second time he was
scalded with his lover’s release deep inside of him, there was a gasp, a
strangled noise of absolute shock and he panted, tried to catch his breath and
found that it wasn’t catchable. Cursed
when Kakarot yanked out of him so fast it hurt and he fell back to his hands
and knees and heard the panicked breathing behind him, closed his eyes and
tried very hard to unscramble his scrambled wits. Found they weren’t going to be found.
“Oh…”
that was Kakarot… “What’d you let me do, Vegeta?” Like there were tears in the big idiot’s eyes.
And
Vegeta groaned and climbed back to his feet, felt every inch of his skin and
muscles screaming in absolute pain.
Abused, aching, tired and dirty sort of pain. But it would have been pleasantly aching if not for the fact that
Kakarot really did have tears in his eyes and was staring at his own hands like
he couldn’t figure out who the hell he was.
Then at his hips and at Vegeta.
“I made you bleed,” Kakarot whispered.
A tiny little whisper.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes">
That
was a revelation to him. “You didn’t
hurt me,” Vegeta said. Really meant
that. Because the sex hadn’t hurt. Well, it hadn’t hurt in a bad way; it had
gotten to the point where he was throbbing painfully and desperately in need of
release. His breathing still hadn’t
gotten back to normal and his legs fell a bit weak, his knees felt bruised and
this just was not the TIME to be having this argument.
Of
cou thi this thought wasn’t the same as Kakarot’s because he drew up all his
anger. “YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T LET
ME!” Loud enough that everyone in a three-mile
radius could have heard if they were listening. Loud enough that the glow around him got brighter and those tears
that were in his eyes were gone. Dried
upan san style="mso-spacerun: yes">
“Kakarot,”
he said. Felt annoyance overcome him
with this idiotic human insistence that there was anything wrong with what they
were doing before. There wasn’t
anything wrong, and hell, now that he had got it out of his system, Kakarot
probably wouldn’t even want to do it again.
“No,
Vegeta,” his lover growled, “You promised me and then you let me do it anyway. I don’t want to hear anything you have to
say.” Curled his hands up into
fists. “How the hell can I trust you
now?”
He
would have rolled his eyes, but it got to the point where he could do nothing
but stand still and keep himself from shaking from the strained muscles and
exhaustion that the half-the-night fucking marathon brought about. Kakarot just shook his head and with one
last glare he turned and disappeared.
Left Vegeta with nothing but the sheet from their bed. He blinked, tried to figure out just what
the fuck had happened in the past ten minutes and found that he had no
clue. Walked—rather unsteadily—over to
the sheet, picked it up and gave it a sour glare. Because he was Vegeta and wearing a fucking sheet was just
demeaning. But it was better than going
around in his state naked.yes"> but…hopefully everything will be fine. *bites fingernails in anticipation.*
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