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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

~~***

Sleeping on Gohan’s couch did not make him
happy. In fact, it made him rather
annoyed at the whole state of things, and fighting with Vegeta everyday made
him even less thrilled with the way things were. He missed Trunks, missed him when he woke up, missed him when he
ate breakfast, when he sparred with Vegeta, when he did nothing in the
afternoons, HELL, he missed Trunks even when he was in his presence, because
there was that ‘thing’ that was hanging between them like a coffin or
something.

So, he found himself watching crappy TV (The WB,
surprise, surprise) and after a rather angsty episode of ‘Smallville’ he was
struck with one of the lines of the show: “People are what they say the last
time you talked to them. They’re who
they’ve always been.” And while that
little saying didn’t work out to well for Superman, Goten thought it was
definitely going to work to Trunks’ advantage.
Because the boy was a good friend, had always been a good friend, and
even if he was absolutely clueless about the fact that puberty hit, sex was
happening and ukes were not just weaklings and women, he was still a good
friend that said a stupid thing. And after
all, how long could you hold something against a person before it became
neurotic?

Of course, this happy realization—well, it made him
happy anyway—was interrupted by his sister-in-law going into LABOR. Stupid girl. So he was forced to go the hospital and stand around waiting for
the kid to be born while he thought of all the happy things he wanted to do
with Trunks now that he wasn’t quite so pissed off at him. (Oh, he was still annoyed and not about to
let Trunks get away with his momentary stupidity without making sure that it
had just been fear and it wasn’t what he really thought.) He wouldn’t have to sleep on Gohan’s couch
anymore! (That was one of the best
things.)

When his niece was FINALLY born six hours later, he
got to coo about her, and think she was so cute, and then promptly leave—because
Gohan had really just wanted his brother there for support and even though they
didn’t see one another, he was some how supporting Gohan by just being
there. Now that no support was needed,
he was no longer needed—other than to find Dad and tell him about Pan.

Which he did.
He found his Dad and Vegeta in a rather interesting make out
session. (Which had not made it out of
the kitchen yet, but by the way they were undressing one another and groping it
was definitely going to relocate soon.)
He told his Dad. ‘Videl had a
girl. Her name’s Pan.’ Told him what hospital they were in and then
gave him a cheeky smile and a wave—didn’t say anything about their compromising
position because he didn’t think Vegeta would take that too kindly. Promptly flitted away and found his way to
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Snuck in the kitchen. (Well, not so much snuck in as opened the back door, stepped into
the kitchen. Rummaged through the cabinets
and sadly came up with only peanut butter to eat. Grabbed a spoon out of the silverware holder and was on his way
to finding Trunks.)

Found his best friend in his room—pouting. It was three o’clock in the morning and his
best friend was lying in his bed—barely dressed—and pouting. He sat up immediately when Goten walked in
and looked at him like it was strangest thing in the world to see the person
that had been sneaking into your room since the two of them were old enough to
fly. “What are you doing here?”

He unscrewed the top of the peanut butter and let the
lid drop to the ground. “If you prefer,
I could go away.” He grinned. Thought happy thoughts about how he was an
Uncle, and how he wasn’t pissed anymore.
Dug the spoon into the peanut butter and sucked on it.

“No… I didn’t
mean it that way. I just,” Goten loved
his friend, really, but sometimes he wasn’t so sure Trunks had a damn clue what
the hell he meant at any given situation.
“You know, thought you didn’t want to be around me anymore.”

“Well, something occurred to me,” Goten said. Licked his lips free of peanut buttery
smudges. “That even if you were a
dickhead asshole pubescent crybaby when you said that, you aren’t normally that
way.” The spoon was annoying. So he dropped it to the floor as well and
used his finger.

“And…this is a good thing?”

Goten laughed at him. “You are totally thick in the head, aren’t you?” Tossed the peanut butter to Trunks and made
short work of his clothes—save his boxers which remained—and then jumped on the
bed. (He loved the bed. It was the nicest bed in the whole world—so much
better than the couch.) “What I am
trying to say,” he took the peanut butter back, “Is that I don’t think you
really meant what you said.”

“I didn’t,” Trunks said solemnly, turned to look at
him, seriously. Of course, most
everything Trunks did was serious—as if he had broken his funny bone somehow
and no longer had a sense of humor. “I
mean, I was serious when I said I don’t think I could be you know… The uke.
Not now anyway.”

“That’s fine,” Goten said. Spread peanut butter on Trunks lips and smirked when this made
his friend raise an eyebrow in question.
“I never asked you to be. But,”
he watched Trunks lick his lips clean, “I think you need to realize that I’m
not just going to take shit from you because you have issues.”

“Uhhh… Okay.”

“Good. As
long as we agree.”

~~~***

Trunks was not the sort of person that regularly got jealous
of food. He sometimes pitied it because
his whole family could eat like a nation of starved carnivores, but he never
got jealous. Especially of someth lik like peanut butter. That, was, of
course, until he had to watch his (was Goten his boyfriend or his best friend?)
sucking the stuff off his fingers and that look just so good. He thought with a shudder of envy that he
would very much like to be that peanut butter.

Licked his lips even though there was not even a
taste of the peanuts left. Saw Goten
grinning at him. “You have so got to
learn to lighten up.” He moved,
straddled Trunks’s legs and looked down at him. Held the jar in one hand and used his finger to trace Trunks
lips, dipped his butter covered finger into his mouth when he opened his
lips. Tasted the peanuts and Goten and
thought that if this turned out to be some sort of elaborate test he was going
to die—and fail horribly. He sucked on
the finger, and watched Goten make the most interesting face in the world,
heard him utter the little cuss word: “Fuck” and thought that he liked that
reaction.

The finger went away, Goten leaned forward and licked
the peanut butter off his lips, dipped his tongue into Trunks’ mouth to lick
the taste out of him and murmured something pleasing. Rocked his hips against Trunks and that was a bit more than
Trunks that he was going to be getting for a few months. (Not that he didn’t deserve it.) He put his hands on those slim hips and
stopped him. Looked at Goten as he was
frowned at.

“What’s wrong?” Goten asked.

“I just don’t want to do anything if you don’t… You know, trust me or whatever.”

Goten rolled his eyes. “You said something stupid, dope, you didn’t fuck someone else.” A pause, a strange look and then he
said: “What do you think we are? Are we just friends or something?”

Well, no that’s not really what he thought. Wasn’t sure what he had thought before, but
now that he’d had time to think about what he could potentially lose if Goten
decided to never come back, he thought that they were more than just friends. “I thought were more like our Dads,” he
said. Hesitantly. Wasn’t entirely sure that Goten thought the
same way, didn’t want to have to feel like a fucking moron again if his friend
told him that that was so not what they were.

What he got in response was a rolling sort of purring
noise, an amused grin and he felt those hips move even though his hands were on
them. “ly?”ly?” Apparently this was a
good answer—and it was a true one. He
opened his mouth to say something and found that he gravity was being changed
all around him, felt Goten’s legs around him as he was rolled overtop the
smiling one.

“Yeah,” he said, “I mean, unless you don’t want to
be.” Had to focus very hard on the
words he was saying, because this change in position pressed him flush against
Goten in the most distracting way, and he did not want to screw up again and
say something he didn’t mean.

“No, I think that’s a fine way to be.” A grin.
The peanut butter was apparently forgotten—except thud hud it made when
it rolled off the bed and onto the floor—and he said: “Do you know what they
were doing last time I saw them?”

Oh, Kami.
This could not be good for his poor (yes he had virginal senses, he was
the first to admit it) sensibility. “What?”
he asked.

“Well,” that grin again—and it was amazing how Goten
was not at all the least bit squicked at the thought of using their fathers as
an example— The words never came, but
he propped himself up with one hand, kissed Trunks and used his other hand to
slide down his chest, into his shorts and closed his hot fist around him. Stroked him roughly and for a moment it was
all Trunks could do to keep breathing.
Opened his mouth for the invasion that came and held himself up on one
shaking arm. Thought that he would never,
ever insult this boy again either on purpose or accident.

Goten: SO?!?!?!?!

Vegeta: *clears
throat* This story is about how I get
sex, not you.

Gk: And
me! I get sex too!

Vegeta: The
day you don’t get sex we will have to announce the apocalypse.

Gk: *smiles
like a Cheshire cat. *

Goten: But
what does that say about you Vegeta?

Vegeta:
*sexy smirk * That says the
author likes me more than you, brat.

Jaygoose:

Was
that okay? Would you like more peanut
butter?

spanspan style='font-size:10.0pt;
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Mechanical Butterfly?

*Vegeta
frowns at Goku.* “Why did you have to
smack her upside her head?”

*Goku
looks all sad about this and shrugs.* “It
seemed like a good idea at the time.”

*Vegeta
glares at MB. * “Look missy, either you
wash your head or we’ll never have sex again.

*Goku
goes all bug eyed and gets twitchy*