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 is ‘is ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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Vegeta wasn’t entirely sure how it was he
ended up in the woman’s shower. Just
knew that when Bulma stuck her head into her own shower, she gasped, and
yelled—loud enough that it made his ears hurt: “VEGETA! What happened?” And he supposed he did look pretty damn bad. He had bruises on his chest and his back
from Kakarot’s hands and there were ones around his hip bones that were the
exact size and shape of his lover’s hands.
Then there were the scratches, his bleeding finger (from when he was the
one doing the fucking in the hallway) his scraped palms. The fact that he wasn’t standing but sitting
in the bottom of the tub. Yeah. All in all, the Prince of Saiyans looked
pretty fucking pathetic, he thought.
But
he didn’t care.
It
had become unimportant, because he was exhausted. And he was trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do
with Kakarot, but everything he tried to think was driven out of his mind with
every breath that passed through his achingly sore throat. Because he had done quite a lot of
passionate screaming just hours before.
“Damn
Saiyans,” Bulma said. Disappeared, he
heard her rummaging in her room (like he said, it was her shower) and when she
returned she held out a senzu bean.
Waited for but a few seconds before she shoved it in his mouth and he
swallowed it but didn’t care much one way or the other about it.
Too
tired.
Much
too tired to care anymore. Didn’t even
tell the woman to leave him alone. Let
her turn the water off and yank him to his feet. (No easy task for a human, considering he was pretty heavy for
his small size and wet.) Wrapped him up
in a towel and shoved him out of the bathroom into her room, but he jerked away
from her there. Wasn’t about to sleep
in this room and cover himself with her smell.
So he went to the closet and yanked out his clothes—yep, still had
clothes here—pulled them on. Felt the
twinge and ache of his muscles as the senzu set to work, but pain apparently
was faster than it, and he kept the little noises of pain to himself. When he had enough clothes on to be decent,
he said: “I shouldn’t be here.” Left it
at that and shoved open her window, jumped out and flew back to his own home.
Found
the destruction that Kakarot had left, bypassed the bathroom (where the crushed
pipes had exploded from the pressure and were spraying water everywhere) went
down the hallway and ignored the smell of it, to the bedroom. And flopped back onto the bed that still
smelled like the overly-idiotic idiot.
Curled up and ignored the ache of his body as he yanked the covers up
and fell asleep.
He
jerked awake when there was the crunch of feet on broken glass, and got to his
feet, found that now he had slept (looking out the window, he became aware that
he had slept half the day) his legs weren’t nearly so wobbly. So he moved to the doorway of his room and
looked down the hallway, saw the boys standing around the kitchen. “What are you doing here?” he demanded. Found that while his throat no longer hurt,
his voice was still scratchy.
Trunks
turned and looked at him. “Mom sent us
to fyou you guys… We…uh…found Goku
first.” Looked highly uncomfortable
here, and Vegeta didn’t blame him. He
wouldn’t have wanted to be stuck like Trunks was in the middle of this stupid
fucking battle.
“Yeah,”
Goten said, “I think we screwed up or something ‘cause Dad just left when we
mentioned Bulma being worried about you.”
Trunks
looked repentant, Goten was in the kitchen, not the hallway and Vegeta couldn’t
see him. Didn’t give enough of a damn
to move where he could see the young Son.
But his own child said: “Sorry.
We didn’t know.”
“I’m
fine,” Vegeta said, “Tell your Mother to mind her own business.” Felt like slamming his head into the
doorframe because now the moronic bastard that he was currently involved with
was running around thinking that the first place he had gone was straight home
to Bulma. That wasn’t what he had
done—not the way Kakarot was thinking anyway.
And now that woman was all worried about him and if Kakarot heard that
he had made Bulma worry than this stupid cycle of thoughts that had to be going
on in the idiot’s head…
Too
many stupid things to think about all at once.
~~~***
His
little flight ended with Piccolo. No purposefully,
but he slammed headfirst into the Namek and ended up tangled up rather
indecently with the other alien.
Managed to pull himself free and watched Piccolo mutter and blush (it
was weird for someone green to blush) and he shook his head, flopped to the
ground and sat in the middle of the dusty nowhere.
Piccolo
came down and stood there, looked at him for a long moment and then said:
“What’s wrong?” Like it was so obvious
that something was wrong with him. It
wasn’t like he was radiating ‘hey, bug me about what’s wrong?’ or
something. Hated it almost. “Ok
Pic
Piccolo,” he said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******
Yippie!
Goku: Yay! We’re close to sex again!
Vegeta: we aren’t
even near one another.
Goku: And?
Vegeta: This
doesn’t make a difference to you, does it?
Goku: I’ll find
you.
Saiyajin Neko:
Me
too. Can’t stand the angsty stuff that threatens
Goku and Vegeta. *glares at angst *
Sarky Woman:
*twitch
* pan>pan>Vegeta and *twitch * Piccolo?
… … No really. I was thinking
about that, but figured naw, and had Goku run into the Namek instead.
Macha:
The
Pom-poms might remind him of happier times and lots of lemons, so its worth a
try. Too bad the ass-clown Tien isn’t
around to be mean to them so they can stick together and fight against a common
evil.
< sty style='mso-councount:1'> And
rotl. I loved that line. ‘Nice tantrum…’ *has vision of Goku going around remodeling things *
Mechanical Butterfly:
I’m
right there with you. Stupid little
Goku. Not like he gave the Prince much
of an option to say no, did he?
Besides, wasn’t he there just like…a chapter ago talking with Vegeta
about how he liked the whole sex thing in the hallway. Sheesh, poor confused little bspanspan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *pats him *
NOW GO APOLOGIZE FOR LEAVING VEGETA IN THE COLD, NAKED! *glares *
I think that’s what bugged me the most about that chapter. *glares at both Saiyans * Make with the sex
guys, I’m annoyed with you. *glare more
*
;) Can’t wait to see what happens
tomorrow. *grabs popcorn *
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