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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Meaning of Pride
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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.12.0pt'>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

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The
Baka was swimming. Vegeta did not
swim. Stood at the top of a waterfall
and watched Kakarot swimming laps up and down a long river. Watched him and knew that Kakarotdiotdiot
whelp would make him choose. Would
force his father to decide if he wanted to continue to be the happy idiot that
everyone loved, or if he wanted to be with Vegeta. Thought that he would very much like to know what Kakarot would
say to that, but was resolutely not going to force the man to make that
decision. It was not his place to
demand that it was either the Prince or the earth-idiots. As long as he wasn�t expected to bring
potato salad to the idiot-barbeques, he was fine.

He
turned to look at the green one as he landed next to him on the precipice,
crossed his arms over his broad chestowneowned. Looked straight ahead of him, did not even spareeta eta a glance.

That
did not hurt the Prince�s feelings. He
didn�t particularly want the green thing ogling him anyway. Crossed his arms over his own chest and
waited for whatever the Namekian was going to say. Really wanted it to be something rude so he could get into a
fight.

�Are
you trying to use him?� was what it asked.

Vegeta
didn�t answer. Didn�t really think that
question warranted an answer. He had
never used sex to get what he wanted from someone. Sex was a recreation.
Fighting is what you did when you wanted someone on your side. Look at the baka, everything he defeated
either died or joined him. If he wanted
Kakarot to do something for him he wasn�t going to stoop so low as to use his
body to get it. He had fists to
convince someone to do what he asked.

�Dammit,�
it growled, �Just answer the question.�

Vegeta
sneered. �Do you really have so little
faith in him as that?�

This
made it think, apparently, because it was still for a moment, and
thoughtful�thinking green little thoughts, no doubt. Then it cleared its throat and said: �I know what Goku is. And I know what you are.� And that implied all the dirty things the
green thing didn�t say. Implied that he
knew Kakarot was a good soul, knew that heldn�ldn�t let Vegeta win against him
overtly, but that didn�t mean that he would know what to do if Vegeta slipped
in covertly, offered him a few well-placed fucks to get the over-sized baka on
his side.

He
curled his hands into fists, wanted so badly just to punch the green thing,beatbeat
the hell out of it and remind it and the rest of the idiots that Kakarot was a
big boy, that Vegeta had NOT KILLED (just for fun anyway) since he had the
disfortune of getting stuck on this forsaken little mudball of a planet. That he had stood at their smelly,
undersized, bald and green sides and protected this idiot magnet. They thought he was incredibly useful when
they needed someone powerful to protect them; had no problem asking him and his
son to risk their lives to save all the petty idiots on the planet, but if he
wanted to be with their designated �Savior of humanity� than he must be after
something other than Kakarot�s charming personality and fine ass.

�Good,�
the green thing said. Looked at him,
and gave him an odd look. Something like
humor, like he was amused by the Prince.
Shook his green head and then took off.

Bastard.

�Oh,�
(apparently it was the day where everyone found him to talk to him while he was
trying to have a moment alone with his thoughts) his son said as he descended
to stand next to him, �There you are.�

He
raised an eyebrow in response.

�Hey,
Dad,� the kid was doing that hesitant thing, which meant that he was not
wanting to say whatever it was that he needed to spit out.

This
annoyed him.

�How
much do you think Goku would mind if�
Well, do you think he would be upset if��

�Spit
it out,� Vegeta said, �What are you fucking the whelp or something? What do you want?� The green thing had left him with little patience.

His
son gave him a weird look, like he was horrified. �Fu� Go? Why would I be�� a pause here, which Vegeta
assumed was where he was supposed to think �fuck� �Goten? He�s like��
Again a pause, but this one was where his son attempted to come up with
whatever the whelp was like.

�What
did you want to say then?� Vegeta asked.

�Oh,�
Trunks still had that offended look on his face, �Goten and Gohan are going to
get into a fight; Goten said he was sick of Gohan�s attitude. I thought maybe you should warn Goku.�

This
news, apparently, came at an interval too late, because Kakarot was already out
of the water, rising into the air and taking off in the direction of the rising
ki signals. Vegeta narrowed his eyes,
hoped to hell that the little whelp had the power to put the idiot in his
place.

1'> Goku had been sparring since he was old enough to
walk. He had been able to sense Ki
since before he even knew what the hell ki was. Thus, he had been enjoying his swim when het Pit Piccolo�tensed
and thought that Piccolo and Vegeta were going to fight, but they didn�t. Other than the slight change in Vegeta�s ki
due to his annoyance, there was no damage done, and Piccolo left. He had turned around and was going to go
back to Vegeta to see what that had been about when he felt the first flash of
ki. Recognized it instantly as his
oldest son, and thought that it was odd that Gohan would go into Super Saiyan
when he didn�t even really ever fight anymore.

Then, an even brighter flash of ki, an enraged tinge
of power, he felt his second son. And
Gohan�s ki responded, got stronger, more annoyed�violent. Now, Goku realized that he had been dead for
a long time, and that he had missed out on his sons� lives quite a bit, but he
had taught them that they should never fight one another in anger. Had trained that into them with every ounce
of his ability. But there they were,
fighting. Real fighting, not just
sparring, but powering up like they would to face off against a threat.

He got out of the water, dried off with a quick flick
of ki, and pulled his clothes on. Went
after them. To stop them, because
whatever they thought was important enough to fight over wasn�t more important
than the fact that they were brothers, and brothers should not fight one
another.

What he was greeted with was the sight of Gohan
tossing his younger brother straight into the ground. Not that this worked well, because Goten was still training
everyday, all day long, and he was smaller, thinner and quicker. He cut through the air and kicked his
brother, kneed him in the chest and grabbed him by the short hair, screamed and
threw him down.

Vegeta and Trunks showed up. Stood at his side, and he was frozen for a
moment. Watching his sons fight each
other with all the primal fury of animals.
They were tearing at one another, and it became increasingly obvious
which one of them was going to win.
Gohan was furious, but he was out of training, he had not fought since
Buu, and Goten was training with Trunks every day, getting stronger and
stronger, and he was defeating Gohan.

Vegeta saw this, because he had a triumphant little
smirk on his face.

�Trunks,� Goku said, �Get Goten, I�ll stop Gohan.�

�Sure,� Trunks said.
He moved into the fight, caught his best friend by the hair, held him
with one hand while he moved to disable his arms with the other.

Goku grabbed his eldest by one arm, grabbed the other
with his second hand and pulled the arms behind Gohan�s back, twisted them and
held on as his son tried to knock him off.
Didn�t even haveup hup his power level, because Gohan�s was
falling. Anger turned to something like
panic.

�Let me go!� Gohan screamed.

Goku looked at his other son, who was standing next
to Trunks, glowering but not glowing, and he let his first born go. Watched Gohan shake off the touch, wipe at
his arms where his father�s hands had been and shudder.

�Don�t touch me,� he said, �Not when you�re with
that.� He didn�t even point at Vegeta,
but it was obvious what he was talking about.
�I can�t believe you two,� he said, looked from his father to his
brother, �How can you be so blind? How
could you turn your back on your family like that?�

�We are your family, dumbass,� Goten snapped.

�Not now.�
Gohan shuddered again, gave Vegeta a glare. Said very lowly, dangerously.
�I knew you would destroy my family.�

Vegeta didn�t even give him a twitch of lips as a
response. Just ignored him. Acted as if nothing had been heard, but
effortlessly radiated that sense of arrogance, the knowledge that he was better
than Gohan and he would always be better than Gohan.

At that, his son turned and fled. Leaving him standing in the middle of an
empty battlefield, left him with his other son, Vegeta and his child. He knew, as he watched his son leave, that
there was a sense of loss, but he had thought it would hurt more. Wondered if he was becoming a bad person,
because he just stood and watched his child leave him, watched Gohan get so
angry that tears burned off his skin and did not feel as if was obligate
gi
give up everything that made him happy.

�Ignore him, Dad,� Goten said, �He�ll realize what
he�s done someday.�

�Like my brother!� Trunks said, looked at his father
like this outburst pertained to anything.

�What?� Goten asked.

Vegeta gave his son an amused smirk. �If that�s what you like,� he said. Looked like he was a cat whe the the canary
as he watched his son turn a brilliant shade of magenta and start to sputter.

�Dad!� Trunks said.
Made a disgusted face. �Come on,
Goten, let�s go.�

�Have fun,� Vegeta said dryly. Which made Trunks look even more
abashed. Then he turned to look at
Goku. Floated there, in the air, and
didn�t say anything, even had the decency not to look pleased that his son had
almost gotten defeated. Remained silent
for a few very long moments and then said: �I won�t ask you to choose,� he
said.

�I won�t choose,� Goku said, �Because there is
nothing to choose. They are my
friends. You�re the one I want to be
with.� Knew that those words pleased
Vegeta more than the Prince showed.
Felt heavy and disoriented.
Thought that maybe he should have gone after Gohan. Maybe he shouldn�t have stopped the
fight. Maybe he shouldn�t be with
Vegeta�NO, he could be with Vegeta if he wanted. And he did want to.

Looked at Vegeta, and felt a warmth spreading through
him. Felt all the bad things washing
away from him. Didn�t have to carry the
burden of guilt on his shoulders when he looked at the Prince, was safe in
knowing that he didn�t have to work to make Vegeta happy.

Watched the shorter Saiyan shake his head and
turn. Head for home. Followed him, and licked his lips.

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

Gk:
Oooooooooooo! I bet we�re headed
for bed!

Vegeta: I am
tired.

Gk:
WHAT?! You don�t sleep in bed!

Vegeta:
Where do you sleep then?

Gk: On the
couch if you�re going to be an asshole.

Vegeta:
Finpan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I�ll sleep on the couch.

Gk: But�
But�

Okay, don�t have time right now to respond to
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