The Meaning of Pride | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Time
for the warnings portion:
A.
I '>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.
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
~~***
He was boiling in unfulfilled fury. He was the damnednce nce of All
Saiyans! He was a fucking Super
Saiyan! He was VEGETA! He did not TURN
HIS BACK to a FIGHT and let MORONS toss STONES at HIM! But he wasn’t angry at rot,rot, not really,
just bristling with anger at the idiot thing that accidentally shared Kakarot’s
genetics. At that ugly three-eyed thing
that spouted nonsense about him and Kakarot and presumed things he ought not
presume. At all of them that had been
there. Wanted to punch his fists straight
through their skulls and drag their peanut-sized brains out. Squash them in his hands and fucking LAUGH
as they were pounded into the ground.
Would have, but Kakarot had took his hand. Moved them to freaking Capsule Corp of all
places. And just sat down. Right there in the middle of a field, just
sat. Stared at his hand and the
ground. SAT DOWN of all THINGS. What kind of moron just SITS down when he
could be getting revenge on the ingrates?
Oh, that little shit and his stupidity about Bulma,
as if he would leave her without protecting her, as if he would turn his back
on the woman that had housed him and loved him and given him a child. That stupid baby (Gohan) had no idea what it
was talking about. Was a fool. Had made Vegeta more angry than anything
else in all the years of his life ever had.
Because he assumed something, because he spoke bad of them. Not because he expected the worst of
Vegeta—although that pissed him off to no end because he had given up all his
‘bad’ habits since he got stuck here—but because he was so blatantly
disrespectful to his father. So hateful
to him even when Kakarot was DISGUSTINGLY patient with him.
“What’s wrong?”
That was the woman. Rounded
little belly peaking out between the shirt and the pants, and she knelt down
next to Kakarot. Looked at him, and he
looked at her.
“Do you hate me?” he asked.
She looked at Vegeta, as if to ask what the hell had
happened, and then looked at Kakarot again.
“No,” she said, “I don’t hate you.
Why? What happened?”
“Nothing,” Kakarot said, sighed. Stood up and did a very bad imitation of his
normally very jovial nature. “I don’t
even know why I asked. I’m going to go
see if Trunks and Goten want to spar a little while.” He looked at Vegeta. “I
guess I’ll see you back at the house.”
And left in the blink of light.
Which left Bulma to round to him and shout: “TELL ME
WHAT HAPPENED!”
“What do you think happened?” he demanded, “Those
fucking idiots ganged up on him again.”
Curled his hands into fists and tried to remember why it was that he
wasn’t tearing them apart limb by bloody limb.
Oh, right, because he respected Kakarot and this fight was still
technically the other Saiyans’ until that pimple of a bitch, Gohan and his
three-eyed freak sidekick, Tien made it Vegeta’s fight.
“Oh,” Bulma said, “I never thought Gohan could be so
mean. He was such a nice little
kid.” She looked thoughtful. “You know, maybe he misses his mother more
than he…”
But he cut her off.
“There is no reason that you can give that allows him to behave the way
he is. None.”
She sighed.
“Yeah, you’re right, Vegeta. But
I was just saying. Maybe someone should
try talking to him.”
He was going to try punching the kid. That seemed to shut his fat mouth rather
effectively. Ground his teeth together
and felt endless growls rising in him, wanted to scream in anger and just go
fight this battle. But didn’t. Thought of the overly tall one, and let that
drain his anger a little. Imagined what
it felt like to have to turn your back to those people you thought were your
friends only to find that they were willing to throw stones at you.
“Now, Vegeta,” Bulma said, “I know its none of my
business, but I think it would be best if you went and found Goku. He probably needs to have your support right
now.”
Vegeta looked at her, thought of how he really had
abandoned her, and said: “Is he right?” As if she knew what he was talking
about.
But she did, somehow—in that annoying way she always
seemed to know—and said: “If you mean is Gohan right about you being an
asshole… yeah, you are. If you mean do I
think you’re a bad person for choosing to be with Goku, no. I mean, he’s what you are, Vegeta and I love
you, but I don’t think we could have lived together forever and been happy.” She hugged him then, he felt the slight
rounding between them, the child that was inside of her, and hugged her
back. “Now go,” she said pointed off in
whatever direction she thought Kakarot was, “Go find your man and get his mind
off this stupid shit.”
Oh. He should
never have told her about the uke thing.
She was constantly saying things like that. As if Kakarot was ‘his man.’
He was still a man himself, still the Prince, still Vegeta. Being with Kakarot had not changed
that. But he just ignored her—like he
always did—and she laughed at him.
Patted him on the back and shoved him away so he was started in the
right direction.
~~~***
“OH! DAD!”
Goten said. Scrambled back into his
clothes and managed to get a blush on his face. (Which Goku had the feeling he was only doing because Trunks was
blushing from his toes to his hair.)
“What a SURPRISE!” He pulled his
pants on and grabbed his father by the arm, turned him around and said. “So, what brings you here?”
Guess that answered the question as to whether or not
him and Trunks were involved. He felt a
liftinghis his spirits, and smiled, looked at his son who just sort of grinned
back.
“Guess we should have been paying attention to other
people’s ki huh?” Goten said. He
narrowed his eyes and stopped talking, let his smile melt away completely. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” Goku answered, felt that his smile was
skewed and didn’t have the energy to put it back where it belonged. “I was just wondering if you wanted to spar
for a while, but you’re busy.”
“I thought you were sparring with Piccolo and Vegeta
today,” Goten said. Still giving him
that look that clearly showed how unnerved he was by this aura that Goku was
radiating—against his will, mind you, because he was trying to summon up all
the positive thoughts in his life. It
was not working. “It was Gohan wasn’t
it?” Goten asked.
“Is it ever anyone else?” That was Vegeta. Appearing a cloud of dust. He did not look happy, still had that
glowering pissed-off thing about him.
Arms over his chest, hands in fists, rigidly perfect posture. Radiating annoyance at everything and
everyone and it was so nice to see him that way. To feel how very angry he was and to know that he was angry
because someone was trying to tear them apart.
“I have hope that one day the dumbass will realize
what he’s doing.” Goten turned, bent
and picked his shirt up, pulled it on over his head.
“What did he say this time?” Trunks asked. (He appeared completely dressed and
unruffled as if Goku hadn’t shown up and seen the two of them in the middle of
a rather enjoyable looking bout of sex.
He actually felt pretty bad that he had interrupted them.)
“Nothing,” Vegeta said, looked at him. Saw straight through him in a strange sort
of way, and the Prince moved to him, tilted his head to one side, looked at him
very closely, said nothing and everything as he put one hand on his face and
pressed their lips together. Just
once. Softly. Took Goku’s hand in his and wound their fingers—with no glove in
the way—and pressed their palms together.
And when Vegeta movis lis lips away, Goku felt that
horrible deadness inside of him start to crack, watched as Vegeta gave him that
look, really smiled, found real happiness in that simple thing. And kissed him back.
“Gross,” Trunks said.
Goku snorted, “At least we have all our clothes on.”
“GOKU!” Trunks shouted. Blushed all over again, which was actually very funny now that he
wasn’t so fucking depressed.
And Vegeta raised an eyebrow in response to that
comment, gave his son a grin and said:
“I guess he’s not like your brother as much as you thought.” Then he turned his attention back to Goku,
kissed him again, wordlessly asked that they be moved somewhere else where
pesky teenaged sons were not staring at them and blushing red like a tomato.
“Bye guys,” Goku said without moving away from
Vegeta. The scenery changed, and he was
never quite so happy that he almost died on the original Namek as he was when
his bedroom came into focus all around him and he was blissfully removed from
the prejudice and the hate and the bullshit that was everywhere outside of
these walls. Because in here, there was
nothing but Vegeta and him and nobody that he had to impress or ignore.
They undressed each other, (with the expertise of two
Saiyans that had been doing this daily for over a month) and laid on the
bed. Just lay there. Still.
Looking out the windows of their room as the sun got bright and the
afternoon warmth settled on the planet.
Goku thought of how wonderful it was to live here, and be here with
Vegeta, and ran his hands down the length of Vegeta’s body, felt the Prince
lift one of his legs and hook his knee over Goku’s legs. Smiled behind Vegeta and ran his hands the
length of that leg, down the inside of his thigh and by-passing the awakening
erection, slipped his fingers up the stomach, over his chest.
Loved feel of the warm, bronzed skin. Loved the way I glowed in the light. Loved the way he could touch Vegeta
everywhere and never had to feel bad about it.
Turned the smaller Saiyan over onto his back, and kissed him. Felt the legs part under him, pushed one of
his thighs between Vegeta’s and let the hardness be rubbed against him. Kissed Vegeta and plucked at his nipples,
felt the fingers on his back, digging into his skin.
Opened the mouth under him and drove his tongue in,
fumbled for the side-table, grabbed the blessed little tube and without pulling
away, without having to break contact with Vegeta’s mouth, he opened it coated
his fingers with it. Pushed into the smaller
Prince, felt teeth scrap his tongue, returned the favor, sucked on his lips and
his tongue, and massaged his prostate until Vegeta was shaking under him.
Pulled back from Vegeta to lick his lips, watched as
his erection was slickened by smaller hands and move between those legs so he
could be pulled inside.yes"> *sigh * which wouldn’t be so sad because I’ve got enough
relatives to stock a small country.
I’m
pretty amazed you made it that far into the chapter too. But happy!
Because that chapter was supposed to make you laugh. (I think it made most people giggle, which
is good.)
Jaygoose:
I
don’t think Vegeta’s a perv (obviously, look at all my fanfics thus far) I
think of the two Saiyans, Vegeta’s probably the more refined and thus his son
would be prissier than Goten. Plus I
like it when Goten’s all like ‘Duh, everyone knows about this sex thing, where
the hell have you been?’ and Trunks just blushes.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Noooooooooooooooooo! Don’t be sick, I missed
yooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
hmm.no Trunks I don't know how HARD
it is...why don't you tell us ~~Lol. *falls
out of chair giggling. * That was
good. Hehe.
Yes,
‘Geta is as close to Goku as he can possibly be and that is where he
belongs. And none of those stupid ‘fair-weather’
friends deserve to be anywhere near Goku!
*Growls at all stupid characters. *
Ooooo! I’m still ticked at them.
I
like angst too. But I think it’s become
my trademark to combine angst and humor.
(Or at least that’s what folks comment on the most) plus I mentioned
that the two of them were going to be having sex and really just needed an
excuse to put the lemon in. Glad you
liked it. Hope you don’t get sick again
(not because you didn’t review but because being sick isn’t any fun.)
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