The Meaning of Pride | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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.)
And
lastly:
Got this idea off the DBZ Saiyan
Slash mailing list. Will probably be posting
it there and at AFF.net
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It
was his blue-eyed son that told him.
Came back to the capsule house and looked as white a sheet—without Goten
for probably the first time in months—and said: “Dad, I think you should come get Goku.” Looked nervous. “And…uh… Mom’s
pregnant. She just told me about it.”
“What?”
Vegeta demanded. Moved past his son,
didn’t go towards Kakarot—even though he could feel how strong the Saiyan was
getting and was more than a little worried about just who it was that was
ticking off the normally very calm one.
Headed to the Capsule building, and when he landed outside he was
immediately grabbed by the blue-haired woman.
“Damn
all you Saiyans straight to hell!” she said, “That little bastard!”
“What
bastard?” Vegeta demanded, “And why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant?”
“Well,
Vegeta, I just found out today. And I
was going to tell you, but since you and Goku decided NOT to tell me that Gohan
was pissed at his father, I didn’t realize that telling him was going to be a
bad thing.”
“You
told that little bastard you were pregnant,” Vegeta asked. That certainly explained just who Kakarot
was getting angry at. And he felt the
urge to smack his face and pound his head against a wall somewhere. How stupid could one demi-Saiyan possibly
be?
“I
didn’t realize he was going to go tell Goku and start a fight.” She huffed.
Pointed at the sky. “You need to
go stop them before Gohan gets hurt.”
“Why
would I stop them?” Vegeta asked. He
was rather glad that Kakarot was going to give his son the ass-whupping he
should have dealt out days ago.
However,
the woman didn’t look like this pleased her at all. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him, gave him that
stare that meant he was expected to do what she was about to tell him and
anything less would earn him an earful.
Which was one of the reasons he respected he so greatly. “You’re going to go stop them. And then you are going to bring Goku back
here so I can talk to him. Both of you
are absolute idiots but I don’t want him to think that I’m going to use this
pregnancy to steal you.” There was
bitterness in that, the implication that somehow she was better than Kakarot
because she was not going to try to ‘steal’ Vegeta. As if he had been stolen in the first place.
All of the freaks were there, Baldy and his family, the
String-bean, the scarred moron, and his son (and the brat that was almost
permanently attached to Trunks.) And in
the air at the side of the Lookout there was Gohan and Kakarot, both of them
silently glaring. He wanted to just
stand and watch, wanted to tell Kakarot to beat the blood and guts out of his
son, but didn’t. Because the woman was
right. Kakarot would not like it when
he realized he had fought his own son.
So he
cleared his throat, touched down on the lookout behind the freaks. Watched them turn and stare at him.
“Vegeta!”
the bald one said (as if he needed to let everyone know the Prince’s name.)
“Get
out of here,” Piccolo said, “We don’t want you around us.”
“Yeah,”
Baldy said, “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
He
didn’t even respond, just gave him them all the patented glare, the glare that
still made Baldy shiver, and the bean shudder.
Took great pleasure in knowing that he was responsible for the taller
two freaks’ death. Thought back fondly
to the time when they had been in otherworld.
Kakarot
touched down next to him, stood in front of him enough that it was understood
who’s side he was really on without being too blatant in his body
language. Faced off against his
‘friends’ and his son who stood at the lead of the group of freaks.
“Go
ahead and ask him,” Gohan said, “If he knows about Bulma.”
“I
don’t have to ask him,” Kakarot said—he was almost growling out the
words—“Because I trust him.”
That
made the do-gooders shiver in real fear.yes"> Felt uncomfortable there, next to Vegeta when less than a week
ago he hadn’t even been really aware that he wanted to be with the man. Wondered how it was that everything happened
the way it did and why it had to happen now.yes"> (Ah, showing my colors as a Goku fan.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
~Ok, I guess Goku was right more
shocks are coming...*faints* Bulma is preggo?!?!?!?!? What is going to
happen?????????????????~~ This coming from she who
tossed in a plot twist? Yeah, it would be nice if Goku could just beat the crap
out of those folks, but sadly he cannot.
(Or won’t.)
Getarian:
No,
Goten had to know because apparently him and Trunks were talking about it
(remember Trunks punched him and said ‘I told you so?’ so he’s just confused about the perversion
part. And Gohan being y.
Poor
‘Geta & Goku. If they survive this
first week of their relationship they should survive forever. Look at all those mean people trying to
break them up.
Oh! That is a good theory. It makes sense. Goodness, I can’t wait to read your stories.
And
uhh…there was something else I wanted to say…Gee. Brain not working. *goes
back to read review * Oh! Got it now.
Yeah, I had friends like Goku’s.
That sort of Fair-weather friend that likes you when you can help them
but doesn’t take the time to care if your alive if you do something they don’t
like. Still, they know they can count
on me if they need something because I’m determined not to be like them. (Of course, they don’t get to use me as a
welcome mat anymore because I told them to get over their arrogant selves. But if they really need something I’ll help
them.)
Oh,
very last comment: I am a relctuant
fantasy person. (And sci-fi too)
because I don’t like reading Fantasy but it is what I read most often (folks I
know give me books to read) and it is the one thing that I write
prolifically. So I’m not that fond of
it, but it’s what I do most and best.
If that makes sense.
No Update on Sunday. And I gots a new job so the updates might not be at 7AM
anymore. *they might be at 1 AM when I
wake up. Or after 8.*
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