Saiyan Enlightenment | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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. p;&np;
*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
was an honest Saiyan. He would admit to
himself his own downfalls and others rather spectacular talents. Like Kakarot, for example, who he had
honestly expected to have no clue how to have sex, and yet, he did seem to know
what to do. Had some sort of special
instinct that allowed him to know what to do when to do it and just how far he
could push Vegeta before the dam broke (so to speak.) He knew somehow and it was just aggravating. Because he always ended up suspended by the
will of the overly tall one. But it was
a delicious torture that always left him in the most relaxed sort of mood,
because more often than not, it worked out all his aggravations and left him a
pile of putty with which you could mold anything.
That
is probably the reason Kakarot took advantage of what would normally have been
a quiet time of afterglow to ALWAYS say the stupidest things. He realized that Vegeta was too laid back at
that moment to smack him upside his head properly and he exploited this
weakness to sick, sick advantage. (It
was the most Saiyan thing Kakarot did.)
So, he was lying against the
pws, ws, skin cooling off, catching his breath, with Kakarot laying farther
down the bed, licking his stomach clean (weird, weird man) with a precise plan
in mind that made Vegeta grin distantly, because he was worn out again and he
had just woken up. He felt well used,
pleasantly numbed from the insane height he had reached and grinned because
make-up sex was second only to the sort that they had the day before.
“Hey,” Kakarot said, looking up
from his task, eyes bright and very alert, “Vegeta,” never good when his whole
name was used, “Why’d you go to Bulma’s?”
He
sighed, shifted, settled a little higher up on the pillows so he could think
about he he wanted to say before it came out of his mouth. Why did he go to Bulma’s? Where in the hell else was he supposed to go
covered in bruises and sweat and cum like he was? Because Kakarot had made it more than clear that he didn’t want
him at their home. So Bulma was the
most logical choice, especially since she was the only one that knew about him
and the big baka in any sort of detail.
(Detail? Bulma knew many
details. She was a horrible hentai. A closet freak, it seemed, that somehow
thought everyone was much easier to handle if he would divulge dark secrets
about his love life to her.) He settled
on the most simplistic answer: “Because she’s the only one that knows about us
and you didn’t want me here.”
And
something was wrong, because Kakarot was scratching the back of his head and
grinning like an absolute dork. Doing
that ‘please don’t hurt me when I tell you what I’m going to tell you’
thing. But he couldn’t lie and he
couldn’t not say because that wouldn’t be right. “Well…” he said, “I sort of might of a little bit, kinda told
someone else…about…us.”
“WHAT,”
he said, calmly, he thought, “ABOUT US?!”
Kakarot’s
face went pale and he chuckled. Then
looked very repentant. “I told Piccolo
about what I did, and about how you…and me…did in the hallway.”
Breath,
Vegeta, just breath. And he did. Breathed.
Breathed deep and tried to curb the impulse to do something. (See?
If he hadn’t had just had mind-blowing sex, he would have Kakarot tied
to a tree right now, covered in honey with fire ants crawling towards him with
evil intents.) Looked down at his
lover, and then sighed heavily.yes"> Honestly. In fact, he was
downright mild mannered when compared to his father.
That
didn’t, however, mean that he hadn’t had it with Goten. Because his imp of a boyfriend thought it
was hilarious to DRIVE HIM INSANE. Make
him horny to the point where conscious, intelligent thoughts were not making a
dent. In fact, it got to the point
where he found himself growling whenever he was around the boy’s smell, not
even around him, but just around the smell.
He would get hard instantly and frustrated and GOTEN found this
AMUSING.
Because
it had been far too long with this teasing.
Ever since that whole ‘new years eve’ crap. No sex, just touches and innuendo. The implication that more could be had, but it was never
delivered. In fact, when he woke up in
the morning, Goten was always already awake, showered, and helping his mother
with something. Or gone. To visit his brother and his baby.
But
the shower stank like his boyfriend, stank like musk and sex and he was more
than aware just what his tease of a boyfriend had done in the shower and that
the smell was put there to make him insane.
So by the time his mother sent them to find their fathers he was at his
breaking point. But he pat patient with
his father, he thought. Patient with
Goten.
Until
they got back to the house, told his mother that Vegeta wanted her nose out of
his business, which prompted her to say “FINE.
See if I care!” and then she packed up Bra and went shopping. Stress-induced shopping. That never ended well.
Another
thing that never ended well. When his
boyfriend shrugged and said that he was going to go somewhere and do something,
and Trunks had gone for way too long without sex and wasn’t about to go another
minute without. So, without even
meaning to, he grabbed Goten, hauled him up over his shoulder and when Goten
started to say something about it, he smacked him. Hard, on his leg. Carried
him up the stairs and to his room.
Kicked the door open, and then threw Goten on the bed.
Saw
his boyfriend grinning and squirming.
Pulled his shirt off, ripped it in half and bounced on the bed after his
boyfriend. Sat on his chest, grabbed
one hand at a time and tied him to the headboard with his shirt.
“No
more teasing,” Trunks said. Glared at
his boyfriend, and Goten just grinned.
“Took
you long enough,” he said.
Asshole. And he moved down Goten’s body, grabbed the
lube off the side table (where it had regretfully sat for far too long) and
yanked the pants off Goten. Tossed them
somewhere, didn’t see where, didn’t care.
Pushed the legs up out of his way and unscrewed the cap. Squeezed out the lube, then, when G was was
watching him, intently, waiting for him to do something, he wrapped his slick
hand around his own hardness and knelt there, on the bed, hand around himself,
painfully horny and stroked himself as Goten watched him. Didn’t even blush (didn’t think any blood
was really circulating so much as single-mindedly pooling southward.)
“Trunks…”
Goten whined. Moved his hips restlessly
and jerked for his hands freedom.
Not
that Trunks gave a damn. He stroked
himself and grinned. Grinned and
grinned and grinned.
So
his dear imp changed tactics. “Trunks,”
he said, let the word roll out of him, rise straight up from his hips and
Trunks lost the rhythm on his erection.
Watched Goten splay open his legs and cant his hips upward, shamelessly
trying to get any sort of friction.
Erect and needy and he flushed, his cheeks blushed as he whined. A deep, deep whine. That shook his chest and made his stomach
rise and fall and Trunks knew he was doomed.
“Pleeease,” Goten whimpered.
Looked at him, didn’t smile, but looked so needy, so desperately aroused
and aching, “Fuck me.” Another
whimper. “I need you.” Groan.
“Inside.” Hips canted again,
thrust back against nothing and he lifted himself up with his knees wide open. “All the way…inside…where I can feel you…”
another groan.
Trunks
sighed.
“Please?”
another whimper.
And
he picked up the lubricant again, squeezed more of it out and pushed his
fingers—two of the at once—into Goten.
Made his hips really buck against him then, and Goten hissed out between
his teeth. Body clenched down on his
fingers. Buried himself in the heat of Goten’s body. Heard a groan rise out of him.
“Thanks,”
Goten murmured breathlessly.
Trunks
rolled his eyes and moved, thrust into his smaller boyfriend, over and
over. Heard the head board smacking the
wall and grinned about it because his mother wasn’t here and he could make his
lover scream without having to blush about it.
Drove himself into Goten hard and fast and felt him panting hard under
him, saw his hands fists against the gray T-shirt that held him immobile. Smiled and said: “Don’t thank me yet.”
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Goku: *sniffle *
no sex for me.
Vegeta: Aren’t you
supposed to be licking my stomach?
Goku: *sigh * Its just not the same without the grunting
and the thrusting.
Vegeta: We already
did that part.
Goku: Right. *another sigh * But I didn’t get to read about it.
Vegeta: You DID
it!
Goku: But they
didn’t get to see. *points at audience
*
Saiyajin Neko:
Piccolo
counseling the Saiyans… … …
That would be a sight.
Especially when Goku’s having one of his rabid Saiyan moments.
Macha:
Evil? Me? *tucks
devil horns under hair and hides pitch fork behind her back * I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yeah. Goku had to apologize for leaving poor Geta likat. Will be back on Monday!
;)
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