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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Meaning of Pride

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Time
for the warnings portion:

A.
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

~~***

Noon brought the green thing back to their
doorstep. With his smirk and his all-knowing
�You love him� and that way that he seemed to understand that it was okay to
love Kakarot just as long as nobody else knew about it because if he loved
Kakarot it was a private thing that belonged to only him and the Saiyan that he
loved. Fuck the world and everyone in
it.

Kakarot was part of him now.

And the green thing seemed to know this too. Gave him a measuring glance that summed it
all up. That recognized and
acknowledged that the very last bridge had been crossed, that Vegeta was
irreversibly stuck with Kakarot now.
Because he had seen everything of the other Saiyan and shown everything
of himself. There were no boundaries
now. Only the insane comfort with which
he thought of Kakarot. The security and
the warmth in knowing that he was wanted and needed.

This too, the green thing acknowledged, gave him a
knowing little grin. �Nice night?� was
all it asked, but the damn thing knew.

Not that Vegeta would have answered anyway. Not that Piccolo�he really should start
calling it by its name�needed him to answer.
He glared at the alien (ha, as if he had any right to call anyone an
alien) until his son showed up and then a whole new drama unfolded because
Trunks was sporting a few very meaningful bruises and looking as perplexed as
all hell. (And considering the only ass
his son had been hanging around, there was little to no doubt what the hell
this new drama was going to be about.)
He looked at Trunks, at the livid purple-black bruise on his face and
the ones on his chest, and sighed (internally,) waited for words to be said.

And of course the green thing knew that it should
leave for this little father-son chat and gave him another knowing grin (the
bastard) before he left.

�You said something stupid, didn�t you?� he said to his
son before anything else could be muttered.
And that too, didn�t take a genius to figure out. Those bruises weren�t there because of a
simple teenaged-lover�s quarrel. They
were very intense, which mean that his son had really pissed off the littlest
Son.

�No,� Trunks replied�seemed to believe this with all
his little heart because he attempted to put his arms over his chest,
remembered he was bruised in every available spot and had to let his arms hang
loosely at his side.

He didn�t say anything. Gave his son the look of clear disbelief. Let that speak for him.

�Look, I didn�t start this thing with him. It�s not my damn fault that he got his
feelings hurt.�

Lie.
Lie. Lie. Because even if Goten�s�look at him using
everyone�s name�feelings did get hurt, he wouldn�t have beat up his best friend
over it. Hell, he probably wouldn�t
even have acknowledged the hurt feelings.
Because that�s what they did.
(Except Gohan apparently who turned out to be so much like his mother
that Vegeta felt the need to puke whenever he was in that annoying pimple-brat�s
presence.)

�Listen,� and the kid was getting defensive, �I don�t
need to justify what I said to anyone.
He didn�t like it; it�s not my fault.
I didn�t seduce him, he seduced me.�

He just stood there.
Waited for the truth to work its way out of his son�s mouth. (It would eventually because Trunks was a
terrible liar and had unfortunately been born with a sense of goodness and
decency.) Tried to figure out what he
had said to piss off his little friend.
(That list was coming up empty.)

�Besides, I never said that I wanted to do anything
other than what we were. He�s the one
that offered.�

He felt a thought burgeoning, a reason for all this
self-denial. The kid had to have said
something about how he wasn�t going to be uke.
Something like that.
Offensive. Probably something about
pride or something that had offended Goten�s sense of pride. (Which, until Goten he wasn�t so sure that
any of the Son�s possessed. Sure, Gohan
had arrogance and ego in spades, but not pride, not really.)

�And just because he wants it that way doesn�t mean I
should even have to think about offering�� (Vegeta assumed he was to insert the
word �ass� here) �To him. I mean, I
never even was really going to do anything about�� (All those annoying thoughts
that had distracted him for weeks about how he wanted to have sex with the mini
Son.) �It was him that decided to do it.�

Right. Goten
knocked Trunks unconscious, got him hot and bothered, and screwed himself
without Trunks� permission or acknowledgement.
He saw that being a plausible scenario�about as plausible as Vegeta
taking up a career on Broadway as a chorus dancer.

Then came the pleady little look that said �Help Dad,
I�m drowning here.� Vegeta
grinned. �So tell me what you said that
was so stupid.�

~~~***

�And THEN��

Goku was watching.
It was a like a play. Or a
musical. Watching Goten tell this story
was actually sort of like a circus. Ten
million things were happening at once and he could only watch and wish he had
popcorn. Sat there at the kitchen table
and wondered if maybe this conversation wasn�t better held outside where things
could not get broken.

�That little ASSHOLE says��

He assumed that Trunks was the little asshole�and hoped,
because if he wasn�t than Goten needed to get a lecture about how promiscuity
wasn�t that great of a pastime and he should think of settling on just one
person to sleep with. And since Chichi was
dead that left the lecturing up to him and he wasn�t so sure he wanted to dole
out that lecture.

� �I�m not going to do that. Only weaklings and women do that!� �

Which probably explained why Goten�s knuckles were
scraped raw. Because if someone had
said that to him�well, he would have shrugged, grinned and asked what they were
talking about because that was what he did.
If someone had said that to Vegeta they probably wouldn�t even be able
to breath much less continue to say stupid things of that nature.

�As if I�m a woman or aklinkling. Fucking asshole. What the hell was that?
Why did he think he could say something like that?�

There was a great deal of staring out the window
now. Which was probably because the �fucking
asshole� was standing outside with his father even as they spoke. Why and how the two of the showed up at the
same time to the same place he could only guess at. Because if he was ticked at someone�which he had never been in
his life, unless you count Freiza and he didn�t really think that applied here�he
would not go with them to complain about them where they could probably hear
him complaining.

�Anyway, I�m not a weakling and I am definitely not a
woman.� Huff. And he sat down at the table.
Looked at his father with that �Ain�t that just the shit� look.

�Uh�well��
Goku attempted to think up some parental advice he could share with his
son. Something that would make
everything seem much better, but there really was a reason why he had not been
responsible for the rearing of the children.
(He hadn�t a clue what to do with them.) �Maybe he just needs some time to� think.�

�He can think.
I don�t care. I don�t want to
see his ugly purple head ever again.
Asshole.�

Right.
Because everyone gets pissed when the person they don�t care about
decides they don�t care in return and says something mean. Goku played the class-idiot for the fans
because that�s what they expected of him, but this was his child and he
understood a few things about Goten.
First, its best if you stay on his good side but if you manage to catch
his bad side (which was roughly .00000001% of him; you were pretty much
screwed) it�s best to immediately grovel for forgiveness and plead momentary
insanity for whatever caused you to get on said bad side. Second, his son had always cared about
Trunks. They were born into caring
about one another.

�So,� here was the huge flip in mood, �How are you
Dad?�

�Fine.�

�Just fine?�

He felt a colossal sigh coming on. Wanted to go see what Trunks thought about
this situation and talk to Vegeta about what they were supposed to say to the
sons until this was worked out. Because
he figured Vegeta was probably the better person to talk to in this
situation. After all, Goku had only
been (he didn�t have clue that there was a technical term like uke for the fact
that he had been one �on the bottom� so to speak but if he had known that term
existed he would have thought it here) for one night. He wasn�t exactly qualified to assuage Goten�s worries. (And despite what he said to the contrary,
Goten was worried that at least part of what Trunks said was true; that he was
the lesser of them because he was willing to be uke.)

�Yeah,� he said, �Pretty fine.�

Goten sighed.
�That�s good. Anyway, I should
go.� Stood up. Looked lost and very alone with the constant
shadow of Trunks at his side. �I heard
that Gohan�s done being an ass about everything. I think I�ll go see him for a while.�

�Uh�okay.�

Goten nodded and then just left.

Just about that same time, Vegeta came back into the
house, shaking his head sadly. He
stopped next to Goku and gave him a long look.
Seemed to be satisfied with what aw aaw and said: �My child is an idiot.� Like he was at an anonymous meeting: �My
name is Vegeta, and my son is an idiot.�

Again, no clue as to what to say. Because agreeing with Vegeta wasn�t always
the best course of action. He had a
feeling that if he said �Yep, that sure was a stupid thing he did� the
conversation might get a bit heated.

�Where is he?� Goku asked�thought that was a very
safe question.

�He went to stay with Bulma for a few days. Until he realizes that he was wrong.� There was a smirk of amusement on Vegeta�s
face. �Or at least until the bruises
heal up enough for him to try and talk to your son.�

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

Grrarg! About 80 words under the count here
still. Could have added more, but felt
this was the place to stop.

Gk:
Booooo! No sex!

Vegeta: How
did those damn pesky kids get their own side-story?

Gk: The
author�s a hentai?

Vegeta:
Well, everyone knows that. But
WHY do those two have to be together all the time?

Gk: *looks
at memo that was faxed out to all of Card�s fanfic participants * Well, it says here that Goten and Trunks
were created to *struggles to read little print of the memo* boink, I
think.

Vegeta: Give
me that! *takes it. * GASP!
*grabs Goku * I don�t want to be
straight! *Points wildly at Memo under
the section of New Things, where the latest ficcie Never Before is listed. *

Gk: It�ll be
alright, Geta. Just strip and we�ll fix
this little straight thing right now.

Lady Lupin:

There
are already tons of Mpreg stories. This
one is just about the only one I wrote without Mpreg.

Kodachi:

Wow. Thank you so much for all that praise. To tell the truth, the story�s plot only
happened because Mechanical Butterfly threw in a plot twist. Everything that has happened sense is just
the reactions to that twist. But I�m
very flattered by everything you said and relieved that I�ve managed to show
the characters� changing opinions that well that they seem �real� and not
forced. Thank you so much.

Jaygoose:

Yeah. I write a lot (aside from these fanfics I
write about six-ten pages of original stuff every day or so.) and sometimes it
gets really exhausting and sort of laborious.
Because I really like the stories I�ve come up with but I just want to
be able to read them. Not to actually
have to write them down and fight with them to show what I want them to. *sighs*
But I love writing, so I guess I wouldn�t really have it any other way.

Getarian:

Oh. My.
Goodness. I don�t think I can
keep writing if everyone keeps leaving me all these great reviews. (You made me all awwww, and misty btw)
Plenty of folks have been like �this writing is great� but you guys, man� (is still dumbfounded by reviews) Wow.
I�m a bit intimidated. (Don�t
worry, nothing short of complete loss of motor function will keep me from
writing more.) Sheesh. Still all dumbfounded.

Thank
you so much. I don�t think I can say
that enough. Just thank you. All of you that review.

Also; will not be updating tomorrow, as it is Sunday. But will update on Monday bright & early.
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