Saiyan
Enlightenment

B.     
*cough * I do not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT. If I did DB “GT” would be ‘Group Therapy’ and DBZ w be 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.

     
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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Lets
think about this logically, just for a moment.
Yes. That was what he would
do. Take time out of getting his gut
punched to think about just what he was doing.
Because it was such an easy task to forget that yet again he was getting
punched in the stomach by someone who should not be punching him because as far
as he could remember, Kakarot had never fought him with the intent to hurt
him. (He truly felt sorry for Freiza
for a few blank moments, before he realized just what the hell he had thought,
then smirked at the thought of the icejin bastard getting the shit knocked out
of him by this here Saiyan intent on murdering his oldest son.)

“DAMMIT!” That was the other son, the youngest
one.

He
cocked his head back far enough to see Goten struggling much the same against
Trunks, digging his feet into the ground and holding his mate back as Trunks
tried to get past him, and this momentary lapse in attention allowed Kakarot to
kick him in the head. Which knocked him
flat on his back and gave him thi thinking time he was looking for. Time to ponder if he really wanted to stop
the taller Saiyan. After all, maybe it
wouldn’t be so bad to let him kill Gohan.
The kid deserved it for his unimaginable stupidity. You never, ever stepped in and threatened
the submissive (he didn’t like that word, but for the moment it would work)
partner in the puberty-induced rutting.
It was SUICIDE! He climbed back
to his feet, stood there and tried to catch his breath, wiped the blood off his
mouth and watched Kakarot stalking his son.

More
than that, saw Gohan finally catch the fucking clue. He could not out-fight his father. More than enough people had already tried and failed at thaty
ty
task. He couldn’t out run him, and at
the moment he couldn’t do much to change the course of events. Especially not when Trunks finally knocked
Goten out of his way, and the youngest fell to his knees, let out another
curse. Grabbed his head (he had a
concussion, that was for sure) and tried to get back to his feet.

Bulma
opened the door from the kitchen and watched in transfixed horror as both
Trunks and Kakarot stalked Gohan, who was cringing and barely standing. Bloody and beaten and stumbling. Vegeta heaved a breath, thought for a long
moment about what he was doing, and figured Kakarot probably wouldn’t kill
him.

“Take
care of the fucking moron,” he shouted at Bulma, strode over to the
chibi-Kakarot and hauled him to his feet.
(Fucking kid was taller than him.
Why was everyone fucking taller than him.) Whistled loud, and yelled: “HEY!
KAKAROT!” Got the attention only
because it was his voice, and both his son and his lover turned, instinctively,
and he s his his head, leaned forward and kissed the poor confused kid in his
arms.

Felt
the ground shaking and regretted this idea immediately. You just didn’t piss off angry Saiyans. Suicide.
That’s what it was.

Kakarot
grabbed him by the arm and yanked him back just about the same time Trunks got
there, and it was the kid that lost that feral-glare first as he balled his
hand up as if to hit his own father.
The look fadeds mos mouth dropped open and he turned, stared blankly at
Gohan as the kid fell to his knees in the now destroyed field. (A few houses bit the dust too, so to speak,
and the survivors were blin and and looking at the havoc.)

“Oh
shit,” Trunks whispered.

“Falling,”
Goten mumbled, and did just that. Fell
on his ass in the dirt and mumbled something further about how he’d like to
stay there.

The
bruising hand on his arm loosened, and he felt Kakarot step back. Draw in that human-breath and when he turned
around and looked at him, he was fairly certain he was looking at someone who
was in the full throes of a panic attack.

“I
wanted to kill him,” Kakarot whispered, looked at his own hands like they were
strangers. “Vegeta…he’s my son. I wanted to kill my own son.” And it all went downhill from there.

~~~***

Sure,
Trunks thought as he hauled the second son into the Capsule building, he had
guilt. Lots of it now that he was
carrying Gohan and full aware of just what damage they had done to him. Broken didn’t begin to describe it. He wasn’t sure how durable Saiyans were, but
he was fairly certain that Gohan hadn’t been doing a lot of defending when they
had been doing all the offensive.

Goten
was sitting in the lab, where his mother kept smacking the demi to khim him
awake and his boyfriend kept trying to doze off. Sleeping and concussions did not mix.

He
pulled Gohan up and set him on a table that his mother had cleared off, grabbed
handfuls of his shirt and ripped it open to show off the bruises and the
pink-stain from where he was bleeding from his mouth and various little gashes
on his skin. “That does not look good,”
he mumbled.

“Really?”
Goten snapped from behind him.

“I don’t
have any senzu,” his mother said, “And Vegeta and Goku are gone. You need to go find one.” She looked at Goten, “Or two maybe.” Then she grabbed a pair of scissors and set
to cutting off Gohan’s pants as he lay there on the table, unconscious.

Trunks
looked at him, shook his head about this whole situation and left the lab,
outside to the neighborhood that looked like it was going to explode any
moment. They had called cops and the
cops were taking statements and shaking their heads and looking at the huge
gashes in the earth. Thankfully, that
part of the investigation was going to take a long time because earth-cops
didn’t believe that people could fly and turn yellow and throw each other
around as easy as breathing. He shook
his head and took off. Toward the
lookout. Felt his father’s ki. Felt Goku’s. There was something erratic about the two of them and he hoped
like hell that this little incident didn’t shove Goku over the edge of his
ability to cope with things.

Forced
himself not to think about that, and focused only on getting the damn senzu’s
so he could give one to his boyfriend and one to Gohan and get the older demi
off his mother’s lab table and out of his home. He was very sorry that he had contributed to the beating of Gohan
but he had no real sympathy for someone that would just attack him because he
was with HIS boyfriend. Gohan’s brother
or not, Goten was with him now, voluntarily.
He was pissed enough the mentally three-year-old boy was having a tizzy
over his father and Goku.

The
more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
The angrier he got, the less he thought about what he was doing. He knew only that he reached the lookout,
obtained the beans and was on his way home.
Felt his father’s ki again, and Goku’s and the sporadic rising and
lowering. Wanto sto stop and look at
it, but didn’t because he needed to get back to Goten.

Got
home to find the cops at his door, knocking, looked at them with great disdain
and shoved past them, into his home and to the lab. Found Goten standing next to his brother with one hand on his
head and Gohan wasn’t even awake, just lying there, but both Bulma and Goten
looked all worried.

“Here,”
he said, handed one of the beans to Goten, “Take it and get out of here. Cops are here.”

Then
he pushed the other into Gohan’s mouth, back to his throat and held his mouth
closed so he would swallow it. W tha that was done, he hauled the still beat up body over his shoulders and gave
mo
mother a look. “I’ll go get rid of him
and come back, okay?”

She
nodded.

And
he carried Gohan upstairs (used the back stairs so the cops standing around the
front room didn’t see) and opened a window, maneuvered them both out and flew
somewhere. Didn’t really have a damn
clue where he was going. Felt annoyance
rising in him painfully and touched down when he couldn’t see anyone’s house
anymore. Dropped Gohan on the ground
and the older boy jerked.

Opened
his eyes and looked at him. Shoved
himself to his feet and looked at Trunks with the strangest look. “Is Goten okay?”

“Fine.” Didn’t point out that Gohan was the moron
that kicked his brother.

“What
about Vegeta?”

Well
that was a real fucking surprise. He
blinked, felt like the world had been turned upside down and somehow someone
with a real fucking brain had just been put in place instead of Gohan.

“Goku
knocked him down pretty hard,” Gohan said, “I was just wondering.” Looked uncomfortable. Highly uncomfortable. But then, wouldn’t everyone be just a bit
wary to wake up and find yourself with the same man that had just been trying
to kill him?

“Goku?”
Trunks inquired.

“Whoever
that is,” Gohan said as he stepped back, “Its not my father anymore. So.
Whatever. I’ll find your dad
later and thank him. When you see Goten
tell him I’m sorry.” Then he gave
Trunks another look, and turned his back to him. Shivered then, and it just showed how scared he was really, but
he took off anyway.

Trunks
stood there, looking at the blank space where Gohan had been and tried to
figure out just whether or not he was happy that Gohan had finally gotten the
clue that his father wasn’t the bad guy.
Wasn’t so sure that he liked the fact Gohan wasn’t hating his father if
that meant Gohan was hating his own father.

Goku.

You
didn’t call your dad by his name. Goten
appeared at his side and looked at him, one hand on his pants (which were still
ripped from earlier) keeping them from falling any lower. “Hey,” he said, “What the hell? Where is Gohan?”

“He
said to tell you he was sorry,” Trunks whispered.

“Right.