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, speoppeople 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.&n&nbs
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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Goten
wasn’t the smartest boy in the bunch and he knew this, naturally, but there
were a few things that he knew. One, he
loved his brother but his brother was a fucking retard moron. Two, he loved Trunks but the boy blushed too
much and as of late he was starting to get…twitchy. Now, problem number the one, he could do nothing about because
Gohan was being a prejudice blind pig with self-absorbed delusions of non-grandeur
where by he truly believed that their father should be alone all his life and
never ever love or touch anyone ever again.
In fact, Gohan probably thought that their father should waste away with
loneliness post their mother’s death.
(Why his brother thought this he had no idea.) So >So the second problem.
That one was more complicated and more delicate (he was sure) because he
was starting to get just a tad nervous about Trunks being so damn twitchy.
Naturally,
then, he went to the source of all Saiyan knowledge, Vegeta. Found him in Capsule Corp on his
(aggravated) way up to see Bulma in her room.
He stopped him and dragged him into one of the many semi-useless rooms
in the house. “Hey,” he said, “Why is
Trunks getting aggravated all the time?”
Vegeta
crossed his arms over his chest and looked just about six times as aggravated
as Trunks had ever been. “What do you
mean?”
How
to explain. How to explain? “He’s not blushing like he used to. He is somehow under the delusion that we
aren’t having sex nearly as often as we should, which, by the way, we are more than
covering that.”
Vegeta
glared at him. Which was odd, because
it was an unconcentrated glare, like he was just glaring because he could and
not because he was necessarily ticked at anything Goten had said. Then again, maybe he was glaring because he
looked a bit ruffled about this whole Goten having sex thing, and maybe that
meant that poor Vegeta wasn’t getting laid.
“Its just a puberty thing,” Vegeta said finally, “Just make sure you
have something for lubrication with you at all times.” Then he turned, didn’t offer any more sage
advice and went to find Bulma.
Goten
sighed. What great news. Now he would spend all his time waiting to
be attacked by his boyfriend. (Which is
pretty much what he did with himsrighright now, but Vegeta had told him this
fact now and that changed things a lot because he couldn’t remember Vegeta ever
telling him something like ‘don’t forget the lube.’ Stopped. Shuddered at the
thought he had just had.) With a great
sigh, he went back to his (and Trunks) room and found that his twitchy
boyfriend was already there, sleeping, actually. Sleeping in the middle of the morning like this was a normal
thing to do. (Of course, when you woke
up in the middle of the night to help take care of a baby, your definitions of ‘sleep
time’ changed quite a lot.) He shucked
his shirt and pants (just because they were uncomfortable to lay around in) and
climbed onto the bed, yanked the covers up over him and Trunks and curled up to
get some not-so-well deserved shuteyean san style="mso-spacerun: yes">
This
plan worked well for a few minutes or so.
Ten. Fifteen minutes tops and
then Trunks rolled over and pressed his chest against Goten’s back, slid his
hand around him and pressed his palm flat over Goten’s heart. Murmured something sleepily. Didn’t wake up, but snuggled against him
very tight and made it strange. Not
because they were snuggling because they did that, but because Trunks’ skin was
very warm everywhere, and he was making weird little noises in his throat. Goten gave a mental sigh, and sincerely
hoped that whatever ‘puberty’ thing Trunks was going through would get over
with quick so he wouldn’t have to carry lube around with hierywerywhere he went
for fear that his boyfriend was going to come and attack him for sex at any
given moment.
~~~***
Goku
could not read his youngest sons’ mind.
But if he could, he would have traded thoughts with him instantly. Because he was standing in Bulma’s room,
glaring at her and Vegeta and they were talking about Gohan (he who killed
arousal everywhere) and he didn’t like that.
Felt frustrated and aggravated, and didn’t like the feeling at all. Didn’t like that Vegeta was hanging out here
at Bulma’s just because Goku seemed to be incapable of getting interested.
DAMMIT.
He
was very interested! RIGHT NOW
in fact. So glared at Vegeta, Vegeta
glared at him and Bulma looked very nervous, like a deer caught in headlights
(only these headlights were two male Saiyans and that made them infinitely more
attractive and dangerous.) She chewed
on her lower lip and Goku tried to think of something to say besides “I talked
to Piccolo and discovered that I have a real problem with jealousy. Who knew?”
Or “Hey, lets ditch the broad so we can go home and fuck.” Neither one of those things probably would
have gone over well, so he stuck to the pointed glaring until Vegeta looked at
Bulma and said:
“We’ll
finish this discussion tomorrow.”
As
if. Vegeta came over to him and gave
him his hand, Goku wrapped his hand around it and yanked the two of them up
into IT space, across the open nngnengness between where Bulma was and their
capsule house. Dropped them in their
bedroom. Where they stood, looking at
one another. Where it became more and more
annoyingly obvious that it had been DAYS since Gohan killed his ability to
concentrate on sex and that made him rather angry and that anger made him
forget that his son was stupid, and Vegeta seemed to like that he was getting
angry.
Smirked.
Started
taking his clothes off.
Which
was really all for the best, because Goku was stripping too without even
realizing it. When he was blessedly
naked again, and Vegeta was naked again, he looked at him with a strange grin
and Vegeta was giving him that grin back.
Almost like a battle, only they were just standing around naked and
smiling.
Which
got boring fast.
So he
hopped (almost literally) onto the bed and Vegeta followed him, and met met
somewhere around the middle. Vegeta (if
it was possible) was even more ticked about this no sex policy that had been
going on for the past three days, so he grabbed Goku first, pushed him down
into the bed, crawled ontop of him to hold him there and proceeded to kiss
him. Angry kisses, with hard lips
against his and Vegeta’s tongue and teeth and he murmured something, felt his
legs part without meaning to, and Vegeta grinned against his mouth. Moved down to his neck and sucked on it for
a moment, then down further so his body slid between Goku’s legs.
This
was really lovely. This whole ‘seduction
thing’ they had going on. But three days was an eternity to a Saiyan who would
have been happily humping for all that time if not for the unpleasant and
annoying intervention of an idiot. He
didn’t want to be kissed. He wanted to
be fucking. So he dragged his hands
down Vegeta’s back and pressed his palms into his ass, jerked their hips
together and panted for him.
“Come
on,” he said.
Vegeta
stretched across him and grabbed for the bedside table, retrieved the lube and
then moved back to lay against Goku. His
hardness pressed against Goku’s (YES!
He was all about this sex thing and nothing was going to stop him! There would be no shriveling today!) Vegeta might have mumbled something, but it
wasn’t important, Goku pulled his legs up again, out of the way and
whimpered. Looked miserable, he knew,
and pondered turning over. Pondered it
seriously for a moment, and decided that really, it was the best course of
action. So he rolled over (managed not
to kick Vegeta in the head while he did this) and Vegeta made a rather
strangled little pleased noise. Flipped
open the cap on the lube. Squeezed it
out onto his hand and slicked his erection, then rather cursorily spread more slick
luatioation against his entrance, pressed just a fingertip inside of him. (Goku felt this to be more than enough preparation.) Then the tube was tossed to the floor, and
he was pulled back against Vegeta, felt him slide against him, groaned and
Vegeta pushed into him.
Oh. That was very good.
His
mouth dropped open and he clawed at the covers, whimpered and dropped his head
and shoulders down as Vegeta pressed his hand against the scar on his
back. Reached under him for a moment
and stroked him.
“Move,”
he said, “Now.”
Vegeta
probably would have muttered something further, but he was busy, so he just did
as he was commanded (Goku took great pleasure in knowing he could command
Vegeta to do things and he listened.)
Moved. Thrust into him slowly
while he adjusted to it again, and then sped up as he started to moan. Liked moaning. Liked moaning Vegeta’s name especially, because that made their
hips clash together harder, made Vegeta press deeper into him with every move,
and he shook from it. Vegeta’s hand
moved away from his erection and grabbed his hips, yanked his body back to meet
Vegeta with every thrust and he clenched his teeth tighter and tried to breath.
Whined:
“Vegeeeeeeeeta.”
“Shut
up,” Vegeta said in response. Tight,
clipped words. Hands slipped on his
slick skin and he whimpered, pushed back on his own free will and felt that he
was right on the cusp of something here, liked that feeling of impossibility,
the shocks of pleasure and the tingling, tight ticklish feeling. He opened his mouth to make a noise or
something, but nothing happened—no noise happened that is—as Vegeta kept moving
hard and fast inside of him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******
Goku: Yay!
Vegeta: Big YAY!
Goku: Bigger YAY!
Goten: I’m a bit concerned.
Trunks:es"> *twitch
* Why?
Goten: Oh, I don’t
know.
Trunks: *twitch *
Saiyajin Neko:
I
agree. Gohan’s an idiot. That’s why he gets his own warning.Get on with the sex? Well, I never! (Actually, feel free to boss me about all you like.)
Angry Monkey:
*falls
over dead * Oh no. Piccolo springing out of a toilet? As Mr. Hankey? *definitely dead * and
lol. Yes, lets poison Gohan with bad
miracle grow and see what happens.
*hides behind bushes to see if Gohan changes colors or keels over in
mid-stupid thing he has to say. *
Macha:
*Gohan
suddenly sees the error of his ways *
Wow. If I knew it was as simple
as letting him get laid I would have done it a lot sooner…
Ah. Yes.
We must have mojo. Thankfully
Goku got ticked and jealous enough to counteract the idiot thoughts that Gohan
implanted in his father’s brain. ;)
NO UPDATE TOMORROW (Saturday) or Sunday. Expect this to be routine. ;)
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