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 to his ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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The
green bean was standing outside when he stepped into the (rather chilly) morning. Vegeta glared at it, saw that greenie was a
bit pale and as he looked at the Prince his face was flushing and he couldn’t
manage to hold eye contact for more than few minutes. Needless to say, this annoyed Vegeta because the idiot green
thing was being stupid about something.
(Of course, it wasn’t smirking and that was fine, because he didn’t like
it when the green bean smirked at him.)
Unlike Kakarot, however, he knew exactly why the green thing was acting
this way. Asexual or not, Piccolo had a
brain. Probably couldn’t get hot and
bothered by the ideas of what Kakarot had told him, but Vegeta knew his lover,
and knew that if you got him started on an idea he could talk your head right
off your shoulders about it.
So
Vegeta smirked. “Yes?”
Piccolo
cleared his throat and tried to return to his normal color (which would be
good, considering that this pale green really wasn’t that attractive at
all.) “I was just… Uh.
How are you two doing?”
Vegeta’s
smirk widened. He wondered just how far
he could push the namek before it started to cry. He’d never seen a Namek cry, but then he’d never told an asexual
being with a vivid imagination about a Saiyan sex life either. Could be interesting. Could be very interesting once he started
thinking of all the things he had done in his life.
“Stop
giving me that look,” the green thing said.
“Why?”
Vegeta returned.
“I
know what you’re thinking,” Piccolo snapped.
His color started to even out and return to normal.
Vegeta
smirked all the broader. “Really? What am I thinking about?”
And
look at the color change again! It got
darker this time, because greenie was blushing instead of blanching, and that
was just as interesting. Which did
bring up the question of whether not asexual beings could be aroused by dirty
thoughts. …that was worthy of a
research study. “Is Goku okay?” Piccolo
said. Crossed his large arms over his
large chest and tried to glower, but he still couldn’t keep eye contact with
Vegeta.
“Kakarot
is sleeping,”eta eta said, “I haven’t woken him up yet.”
And
the Namek squeaked. “Sleeping?” Cleared his throat. Didn’t ask why Kakarot was sleeping so late
in the morning, but that question was there in the further flushing of his
cheeks. Poor green idiot.
Vegeta
couldn’t resist. “Yes. Sleeping.”
Then smirked broader. “Naked.”
The
great green bean went very still for a moment, his eyes slid shut and then he
cleared his throat and stepped back a few feet. (As if sex was something that you could catch like a flu or a
cold. As if sex was a bad thing to
catch.) “I’m going to…go.” Then Piccolo turned, jumped up into the air
as fast as he could and sped away as quickly as is Namek-self could
tolerate.
Vegeta
smirked at his departure. Turned when
the door opened and Kakarot stumbled out, yawning and scratching his head. His hair was bed-ruffled and he had that
half-lidded look of a Saiyan that hadn’t yet eaten. Bare chested and smiling.
It was almost good enough that Vegeta wished the Namek was still around
to see it. Wondered what colors he
would turn then.
“Was
Piccolo here?” Kakarot asked.
“Yes.”
“Did
you ask him why he kept trying to get away from me?” Stumbled across the short distance between them, and then Kakarot
collapsed against his back and rested his sleepy head on Vegeta’s
shoulder. “Tiiiiiiired.”
“He
ate some bad cauliflower,” Vegeta said.
Grinned then and patted his lover’s big head. Then walked away from him, and had the immense joy of seeing
Kakarot trying to get his balance again before he landed flat on his face in
the dirt. “Nameks can only tolerate
green vegetables.”
“Oh,”
Kakarot said.
Ah. The many wonders of having a gullible mate.
~~~***
Goku
actually wanted to fight. Hunted down
some breakfast really fast, flash cooked it, virtually swallowed it whole, and
stood there, impatiently, waiting for Vegeta to finish eating so he would put
on his gloves and they could go fight, because he felt like the back of his
head going to explode in itchiness if he didn’t get to the fighting part soon. Felt like part of him was trying to escape
and he sort of wanted to let it go a little just to see what would happen. (Figured and hoped like hell, that Vegeta
was more than capable of putting up with whatever he could dish out.) And when the Prince (oh, lets all bow down)
finished his food, pulled on the gloves (did anyone else notice that Vegeta was
just a tad prissy for a Saiyan?) and they were FINALLY free to go, there was
the invasion of small idiotic former best friends that were once bald and now
sported a head of full hair. (Which
made Goku smile because just recently sometime Vegeta had said something about
how the marks on Krillin’s forehead went away and his hair grew out because he
finally lost his virginity or something, and Goku felt just a bit more than
sorry for his former small friend, all things considered, since it had taken
him that long to lose his virginity. Of
course, that conversation had led into a ‘what about masturbation’ conversation
which led them to believe that Krillin had spent all his free time jacking off
and plucking black hairs out of his head so nobody would know about it. Which of course led to Master Roshi…)
“Hey
Goku,” Krillin said, “I was looking for you the other day…”
Goku
blinked at him. Tried very, very hard
to remain interested and concentrated on what he was saying. (Something that Vegeta didn’t even pretend
to care about as he walked away.) Goku
watched him go mournfully. Watched all
the hours of fighting he could be doing leaving as Vegeta marched off and left
him with the un-savory task of dealing with Krillin.
“That
is…”
Of
course, the Prince was smiling. “What
did he want?”
Goku
shrugged. “Don’t know.”
They
reached the fighting place (one of those places they had already partially or
completely destroyed. It might even
have been the one where Tien’s ashes were still floating around for all he
knew.) Vegeta turned, looked at him. And he looked back.
Grinned.
Dropped
down into fighting stance without so much as a ‘are you ready’ or ‘Kakarot’ or
anything. Just braced himself and
waited for the attack, or waited for Vegeta so he could attack him. Either way was good. He liked it both ways. Dodged the first attack that came, knocked
the foot aimed for his head out of his way and almost laughed with how nice it
felt to just fight.
Allowed
all of himself into the fight, and found that there were not many sensations in
the world that could compare the feeling of his fists hitting something and the
reciprocating fight. He loved it, loved
it when he lost and when he won and loved everything about it from the first
moment they walked onto the battle field until the time they stumbled off.
Hoped
the fight lasted all day. Hell, maybe
for two days. Maybe for a week! Let power bubble up in him, and felt it
explode around him as Vegeta did the same, and they fought, watched light and
energy explode and crackle around them.
Butted heads, and knocked fists together, kicked each other and drew
bruises and blood. Knocked apart
whatever rock formations were left, and Goku loved it. Always had loved the fight, he reflected,
always felt best when he could fight.
But it was different now. He
felt it in his very veins, felt how the fight pumped through him, and the
strange sense of pride that he felt as he watched Vegeta, as he felt the damage
his smaller mate could inflict on someone, and even on the receiving end of it,
it was…arousing.
Sort
of like foreplay, only with more violence.
Vegeta’s fist connected with his face, and his head jerked to one side,
but he caught his mate by the throat again, kicked his legs out of from under
him and felt the hands grab him as they were dragged down. His larger body slammed against Vegeta’s,
and there was a hard ‘oof’ as all the air was expelled out of Vegeta. Not that even for five seconds this stopped
his little mate. Vegeta kicked him off,
shoved him over and climbed back to his feet.
“Not
yet, Kakarot. I want to fight first.”
Fine
by him. He darted forward, punched
Vegeta, in the jaw, knocked him back, and then grabbed his arm that flailed
momentarily so he could regain his balance, started to spin him by that arm and
tossed him straight up in the air.
Stood there, hand over his eyes to block the sun and watched his mate
fly. Smirked all the broader.
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*rips
all her hair out and starts flinging it at passer-byers such as dust,
wind. Balloons (don’t ask.) Because sometimes Goku is Kakarot and
sometimes he is Goku and she KEEPS FORGETTING WHICH! * I keep trying to make the MLS Vegeta call
‘Goku’ “Kakarot” but I can’t because in MLS ‘Kakarot’ is the ‘whore name’ and
then here, I keep having Vegeta call him ‘goku’ instead of Kakarot and it’s
driving me BONKERS! Hear me? BONKERS!
*falls over and dies. *
Vegeta: I could
have sworn that…
Goku: *tackles
Vegeta to ground, co his his mouth *
NO!
Vegeta: *muffled *
Goku: Every time
you say something, you’re foretelling something awful
Vegeta: *offended
muffle*
Goku: Deal with
it!
Sorry guys, I ran out of time writing this chapter and
don’t have it to respond. (This is
happening a lot, ain’t it?) But thanks SaiyaJin
Neko, Webtester 01, Macha, Mechanical Butterfly and Sarky woman. *glares at Jaygoose, wherever she is. *
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