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, 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.yes"> 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
words: Complete fucking disaster came to mind.
Shortly following those words there was: complete fucking moron. The disaster was what he was looking at, the
moron was the bloody thing that was standing in the middle of a fight looked
like it would end with someone getting their guts torn out. (Not necessarily a bad thing if the moron
was the one that ended up gutted.) He
would very much like to take this moment to say: Ha. Ha. I told you so. Of course, Kakarot didn’t look like he gave a damn about what
Vegeta thought.
There
were a lot of things he could do. He
could stop his son. He could stop his
lover. Or he could go to Kakarot’s
youngest and see if he was alright. The
last one was the one he was most inclined to do. The stupid moron got himself into this mess, he needed to realize
that stupidity had its downsides just as much as it had its…no, stupidity
didn’t have an upside.
He
dropped out of the sky and landed next to Goten. Who was still sitting on the ground, blinking owlishly. He felt like kicking the small-Kakarot clone
but he figured that would just get him in trouble, so he smacked him.
“Ow,”
is the response he got. A dull, quiet,
non-feeling ow.
Which
was just great. The youngest was in
shock. He knelt next to him for a
moment and waved his hand in front of his face. “GOTEN!” he yelled. Got
more owlish blinking as a response and punched him. Not hard enough to break anything, but hard enough to wake him up
from the daze he had fallen in.
(Getting kicked in the head would do that to you.)
“Shit,”
Goten snapped, shot to his feet (he was barely wearing clothes at this point)
“They’re going to kill Gohan!
Vegeta!” He grabbed him by the
arm and hauled him up to his feet again.
“We’ve got to stop them.”
He
was tempted to ask why. Figured they
didn’t have time to act like idiots here, because today (should they fail to
stop their respective lovers) would very well be the last day of Gohan’s
pathetic, prejudice life. (Again, not a
bad thing.) He heaved a sigh and
nodded. They really should stop
them. Because Goku would be upset if
they didn’t.
“I’ll…do
you think it’s a good idea for me to get Trunks?”
“It’s
a better idea than you trying to stop your father,” Vegeta said dryly. He, personally, would much rather take down
his son than his lover considering how angry Kakarot was and how much more
powerful he could be. Not that he was
afraid of Kakarot, but it had been a very long time since he fought a Saiyan
with a real purpose in their eyes and he knew that never ended well.
“Okay,”
Goten said, “He’s not going to try and…you know…with you guys around will he?”
Good
question. Vegeta didn’t know the answer
to that one. So he just shrugged. Which made Goten give him a dark and angry
look. Then he moved out into the middle
of the battlefield where both his son and his lover were moving in to finish
off their little game of beat the shit out of the Gohan. (He loved that game.)
~~~***
The
day had not started out as a colossal fight to the death between his brother,
his boyfriend and his father. It had
actually started out rather simply. He
was lying in the sun outside the capsule building (because it was warm and
quiet out here) and he was doing nothing but watching clouds pass by when he
was interrupted by a shadow over him.
When he opened his eyes and looked up at the source of this shadow who
was it but his dear boyfriend. Standing
there with the most interesting look on his face, somewhere between lust and
anger and the combination was enough to make him just a bit nervous. (Carry lube wherever you go indeed, he
thought vengefully at Vegeta, ass. You
could have just told me he was going psychotic.)
“Yes?”
he said—and mind you he didn’t mean it to be some sort of permission. (Although he was certain that was what it
was taken as.) Then his boyfriend
attacked him. Trunks dropped down to
the ground next to him and that look got more concentrated. (And he got more nervous.) He watched Trunks looking at him and then
his hand slid against Goten’s stomach, (he flinched unwittingly) and then the
hand moved under his shirt and pressed his palm hard against his waist.
He
opened his mouth to say something and what he got instead was a kiss. A rather sloppy kiss really, and he was
starting to think it was more just something to shut him up than anything else. So he decided it was best not to speak lest
he inadvertently make the anger outweigh the lust look in his boyfriend’s
eyes. And havingsly sly decided that,
he made very little noise when he was turned over onto his stomach. Let Trunks rub his hand up and down his
spine and across his lower back.
Breathed and tried to figure out if he should be fighting this or
not. When the hand moved along the
waistband of his pants, he jerked away as a reflex because there some thing
that you just did not do out in the front of a building with folks that had
binoculars and windows. He scrambled
forward, to get to his feet, and Trunks tightened his arm around his hips,
yanked him back and accidentally knocked their heads together.
“Ow,”
he said.
Trunks
didn’t say anything, but his hands dropped down to his legs and pulled them
open so he was kneeling on either side of Trunk’s folded legs. Then his arm went back around his waist,
tight, and held him still. He wiggled
again, and was rewarded with the arm getting even tighter, and another hand
moving down, to his pants, just the finger tips inside his waistband.
He
forgot about those annoying peeking-tom folk and smirked because every little
wiggle on his part produced yet more determination on Trunks’ side and he
wondered just how far he could push the normally blushing boy before they ended
up going at it like animals. Wiggled
more, and tried to stand up, was yanked back and down and the hand moved
completely into his pants. He felt his
face contort in something like embarrassment and pleasure and his hand grabbed
Trunks’ wrist. Not to stop him, really,
just to hold on to him.
Then
there was an interruption. “Go…”
He
heard Trunks go still, heard his muscles contract and go painfully hard. The next thing that happened was obscured in
his memory, but he remembered seeing Gohan, seeing the look of horror on his
face (it occurred to him in that moment that he hadn’t ever told his brother
about his relationship with Trunks.)
The instant reaction that would have been endearing if not for being
completely off.
“Let
him go!” Gohan snapped.
“Go…”
he tried to say something. That was
stopped when Trunks yanked his hand back out of his pants (ripped them in the
process) and grabbed him by his hips (hard enough he had bruises) and shoved
him to the side, knocking him to his knees.
Stood up instantly and moved in front of him. Protecting him and staking his claim all at once. A territorial war then ensued. His brother (who he really did love despite
his occasionally stupidity) tried to move around Trunks to get to him
(doubtless to see if he was okay) and Trunks punched him. It was beautiful how violent that move was,
one long fluid movement that knocked Gohan to his knees, and made blood roll
out of his split lip.
“Trunks!”
he yelled. Stupidly, apparently, and he
climbed to his feet just about the same time his brother (proving just how out
of practice he was) tried to kick Trunks, missed him and landed a rather
impressive (and dangerously painful) kick to the side of his head.
There
was more, he knew. A jumble of sound
and action, he remembered Trunks screaming loud enough that people miles away
could hear him. Heard the impact of
bodies and blinked, saw Trunks throwing his brother straight down into the
ground and that jarring impact made him fall on his ass. He blinked and his hearing got fuzzy, he
tried to shake his head, but all that made happen was the sudden appearance of
another, brighter interruption. (His
father!) His dad, who as it turns out,
had shown up just when he got kicked in the head, didn’t know any of the back
story but knew that he had more than once told his sons never to fight each
other.
And
he was pissed.
If
Trunks meant to hurt Gohan, his father probably meant to kill him. Because he punched him with the full force
of his energy and knocked him more than into the ground, knocked him nearly
through it. Gohan struggled his way
back to the surface of the planet and stood there, heaving for breath and
bloody. Holding his arm over his chest
(where their father had hit him) and that was just about when he remembered
Vegeta showing up.
The
day really hadn’t started out like this chaos, but he was fairly certain, as he
moved forward to stop his boyfriend, that it was definitely going to get worse,
all that was left to wonder was just how much worse it was going to get.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******
*whistles
innocently *
Vegeta: Finally!
Goku: What?
GROWL! *explodes
into little bitty writerly pieces that have to be picked up with chopsticks
* THIS SITE WOULD NOT LET ME ON ALL
DAY. (After posting ‘the bribe’ that
is.) ALL DAMN DAY. I had to give up at nine last night and now
here I am this morning with the damn site and it’s all like ‘duh I have been
working all this time’ I HATE THIS
SITE! *growls again * *recovers *
So, anyway. I’m sorry for not
posting this yesterday. *growls at site
again * I’m posting it now,
though! Yay! Thanks for reading and putting up with me!
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