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Saiyan
Enlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride

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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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The
woman was sitting on the bed with their child in her arms, open mouthed, gaping
in clearly stunned shock at what he had just told her, and quite frankly, he
was sure that he had scarred his daughter for life too. Because should her fragile pink ears
transfer the sound of his voice into the words he had said, she probably would
have done what he son did when he started talking about sex. Scream, put hands over ears and run away as
fast as Saiyan legs would allow.

Kakarot’s
brat was the hentai. He probably would
have sat here with Bulma and taken notes.
Asked questions. Things like
that. He had always been that way,
Goten had. Short, adorable, and able to
blow your hair back with the sorts of questions that he asked because you
didn’t expect something that looked so adorable and so much like aibi-ibi-Kakarot to ask that sort of question.

“So,”
Bulma said when she regained the ability to make sound come out of her gaping
jaws, “You…He? What?” Helplessly confused woman. She shook her head. “Okay.
He’s been training himself in the mornings before you two fight so he
wouldn’t have wild monkey sex with you.
Then you find out, have angry sex, when he wakes up from that, you tell
him that you had wild monkey sex with his older brother—the same brother that
tried to kidnap his son or kill him… I
don’t remember which. Than you track
him down and he’s gone uber-Saiyan thusly making it possible for him and you to
have wild monkey sex which he considers a bad thing,” she said this in
that ‘I can’t believe that big idiot sometimes’ type of voice, “And when he
realizes what he’s done he disappears, you come here and he destroys the house
I gave you?”

What
was it with women that they felt the need to summarize? “Yes,” he said this slowly, just in case she
needed to summarize the syllables when he got finished with the single
word.

“…So
you want another house?”

“Yes.” Best to keep his sentences short, just in
case she got confused.

“Without
divulging any sort of details about the hot monkey sex?” she asked, “I hardly
think so.”

“I am
not talking about that with Bra around.” He said this with absolute certainty and figured out only after
the words left him that he probably should have picked something a little
harder to fix than just ‘Not while our child is here’ because Bulma brightened
up, hollered for Trunks and he showed up promptly took his little sister and
disappeared just as quick.

“Right,”
she said, “Details!”

What
an odd, odd woman. He covered his face
with his hand and considered just not telling her anything. It couldn’t be that hard to fix pipes. After all, it hadn’t taken Kakarot more than
a few seconds to destroy them. Of
course, he himself had very little mechanical aptitude. He could operate a microwave and a spaceship
but he couldn’t build them. (Wasn’t
even sure on which principal a microwave worked, really.) In the end, if he wanted the new house
(which he did) he was going to have to tell her something. So he just bit the bullet and said: “What do
you want to know?”

This
made her bite her lip in thought. She
tapped her fingers against her chin for a moment and pondered it. “Well…” she drew this word out, “You said
you went and found him… Does that mean
you had sex outside?”

A
nod.

“You
never had sex outside with me. You said
it was too public.”

Of
all the annoying things that she could have possibly pointed out, he should
have realized this whole ‘well you never did that with me’ nonsense would have
come up eventually. But he had been
anticipating such an argument and was more than prepared to point out a whole
list of things that he hadn’t done with Kakarot that he had done with her and a
whole lot of things that Kakarot could do to him that she couldn’t. Not that he was going to unleash that
arsenal just yet, but he had it. To
respond to this statement of hers he gave her a bored glare. “That is not a question.”

And
then she grinned. “Well, if you were
outside in a public place, just what did he use to…”

~~~***

“Hey! Piccolo!
Hey, why are you looking at me like that?” Piccolo looked highly disturbed to see him actually. If it were possible to see the green guy get
pale he was doing that right now.
“What’s wrong, Piccolo? Are you
feeling okay?”

“Oh
fine,” the namek said, “What do you need Goku?”

He
paused there because he wasn’t entirely sure what it was that he needed. In fact, he didn’t really ‘need’
anything. He was just hanging out
because Vegeta told him that he could take the day off from the whole ‘be a
real Saiyan’ cign.ign. And he was bored
out of his mind. Fidgety. He’d spent the morning forcibly relaxing and
looking at the clouds and the whole time he felt like his skin was getting way
too small for him and he needed to go do something, now. Right now in fact. This minute if it were possible.
“Oh,” he said, “I just wanted to…”
he did some quick thinking and came up with: “Thank you. For listening to me talk about ‘Geta the
other day. It was very helpful of you.”

“Goku,”
Piccolo said, “It was yesterday, not the other day.”

Oh. Really?
“Wow,” he said, laughed and scratched the back of his head, “Gee, guess
I lost track of the days.” Probably
because he kept ending up having sex at the wrong times of the day. That always screwed him up (no pun
intended.)

Piccolo
still looked awfully nervous, and that was starting to annoy Goku, so he
figured that it was just best for him to leave before his Saiyan side (which
was still very much there and annoyed that it was given the ‘day off’ (who gave
a day off to a psychotic saiyan-side with a taste for raunchy sex anyway?))
decided to assert itself and Piccolo ended up as a crushed cornstalk. He gave the green alien a wave and then
headed back to his house. Wondered if
Vegeta was back from Bulma’s yet. Felt
that Saiyan annoyance rise again, because he had to trust that Vegeta wasn’t
trying anything funny when he went to Bulma’s.
And he did trust him.
Really.

But
his Saiyan side was just a tad be less believing. So everytime (everytime?
This was the first time) Vegeta came home he sniffed him. Just a little sniff. It would yield nothing of course, but he
would do it anyway. When he got back to
the site where their house was, he stopped, scratched his head and then waved
his hand in front of his face just to make sure he wasn’t seeing double. But, as it turns out, he wasn’t. There were just two houses. So he went into the second house (the new
one) and found Vegeta looking around inside of him. Snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around the smaller
chest. Sniffed, a big sniff.

“HEY!”
he shouted, very close to Vegeta’s ear and when the Prince winced he gave a
little wince in sympathy. “I mean,
hey! Why do you smell horny? What did Bulma do?” Hadn’t let him go yet, but Vegeta managed to
wiggle his way around to face him. (All
that wiggling made his special place tingly and interested.)

“The
hentai woman,” Vegeta said, “Made me tell her about our sex life,
Kakarot.” A strange look overcame his
mate’s face. “So you made me
horny. When I had to tell her how you
fucked me.”

He
shivered. Felt it in his own skin, in
his bones. (And that special place that
was more than interested and sending shivers of its very own through him.) And there, between them, Vegeta held up a
brand new tube. Gave him that look. The good look that meant good things and who
was Goku to say no to such a good look.
He hauled Vegeta up with one arm, which suited his mate fine because now
his hardness was pressed against Goku and his legs were loosely around him, as
he pulled the shirt away from Goku’s shoulder and set to work covering him with
bruises in the shape of Vegeta’s teeth and mouth. Every suck against his skin made his feet that much more unsure,
and by the time he made it to the new bedroom with the new bed, he was
stumbling so bad he thought he’d toss them to the floor and just fuck the bed.

But as
fate would have it, he made it to the bed, dropped Vegeta onto the brand new
(bouncy!) mattress and watched his mate scramble out of his clothes as he
shucked his own. Kicked his shoes off
and attacked Vegeta again. (Or for the
first time, considering Vegeta had been working on biting him but he hadn’t
done anything in reciprocation.) So he
kissed Vegeta, open mouthed kisses, short ones, and repeatedly, made Vegeta
growl under him and he dug his fingers into Goku’s skin tight and hard, pulled
himself up farther onto the bed and grabbed the lube from him again. Shifted, got his knees pressed against
Goku’s ribs so when he pressed down against Vegeta he waindiinding against his
hardness and his hipbone.

He
whimpered when a slick hand wrapped around him. Gave him a few fast, hard strokes and then guided Goku down,
pressed him against the entrance to Vegeta’s body as his own hands moved down
and pulled the hips up to allow him better access. But he kept his hands mostly just to Vegeta’s back, over his
scar, up and down, tracing the spine and the muscles and curled his fingers
around his (rather nice really) ass and pulled him down with more pressure and
more speed.

Vegeta’s
smaller hands curled up in the blanket as he hissed out between the kisses and
Goku watched the way his face changed as he fought against the quickening of
the pace. Goku whimpered, rolled his
hips up, curled his legs up so he could lift his hips higher off the bed, and
Vegeta sat up, panted when he took in more of Goku this way. Leaned back, put his hands on Goku’s legs
and arched his back—Kami, what a glorious picture that made, with all his
stomach and chest glistening and muscles pronounced and stretched that way.

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173
words over the count.es"> DAMMIT!

Goku: If she skips
to the afterglow part again I’ll kill her.

Vegeta:
*sharpening kitchen knife with whetstone * Good plan

Goku: Slowly.

Vegeta: I
completely agree.

Goku: I am a
Saiyan with sexual needs.

Goten: Is that
like Sexual healing?

Vegeta: Oi.

Goten: *starts to
sing *

Goku: After I kill
my dear youngest son.

Vegeta: Which
reminds me…hasn’t it been a long time since your idiot son showed up?

Goku: You know,
they should just rename you “BRINGER OF BAD NEWS!”

Saiyajin Neko:

I
just now realized that today is Memorial day.
*smacks head * It’s a holiday! I shouldn’t be updating. *had evil plan to not update, but decided
evil plan was too evil * Hope you liked
the chappie

Hectate 18:

I
agree! More make up sex! More mor more! *cracks whip * No prob
about the beta’ing. I rather like beta’ing
stories. Sorry I took such a long time.

Sarkywoman:

Wow. Four reviews! Yeah, I can take one off if you think that’s best. Or possible two. The first and the last.
But normally I don’t worry too much about it. I only take ‘em down if the reviewer wants me too. ;) I
wanted Goku to pick door number one!
*ducks flying objects *