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.)
This is a CONTINUATION of The Meaning of Pride. That means for this to make complete sense
you should go read MoP.
D.
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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He
didn’t want to punch him. Not
really. But the moron had stopped breathing
as he shook so hard he was making Vegeta naseous and he wasn’t well-known for
his patience with weakness, anyway.
That’s what this was. Weakness. So he punched him. Hard enough that he knocked Kakarot to the side, and the big
fucking moron finally blinked, finally stopped shaking. Blinked round black eyes at him and then
something like a sob or a scream erupted out of him.
“I
wanted to kill him, Vegeta,” Kakarot said.
Vegeta
shrugged. Curled his hands up in fists
and tried to remember to have patience.
But he had told the idiot not to go find his son and he hadn’t
listened. He knew this shit would
happen—well not this shit, he hadn’t figured his son into the equation but he
knew that Kakarot would blame himself if he did something to the kid. It was inevitable. Almost as inevitable as Gohan getting the beating he should have
gotten years ago.
Or
not. It was hard to figure out why he
didn’t like the brat. Probably because
he was a prejudiced pig. Probably
because he thought and said things that were horrible to hear and Vegeta
remembered every word. Probably because
he made his father into this wreck of a thing that was blinking without really
getting a clue.
“You’re
not going back,” Vegeta said, “You aren’t turning around and being a fucking
human again, Kakarot.” Not that it was
possible at this point anyway. He had
bruises on him now to prove that point.
They had reached that point of no return when the oversized one had
fucked him in the open air and left him with a sheet. There was no way to go back now.
It was all ahead from here on.
“I
can’t…what if it’s not Gohan next time?” Kakarot said, “Or what if it is? How can I even ask him to forgive me?”
“Don’t,”
Vegeta said, “Or do.”
“It’s
not that simple.”
“It
is when you make it simple,” Vegeta retorted.
He was tired. That was what this
shit was. Tiredness. He hadn’t slept right in a long time. Kakarot didn’t sleep very well or very often
since this thing started.
Subconsciously he was clinging to the belief that he could exhaust the
urges out of himself. Ten hours in
three days? This was the fourth
day. Or the fifth. And they hadn’t slept since last night (or
the night before.) “He’s a grown man,”
Vegeta said, “You overreactedauseause he overreacted. I told you to stay the hell away from him. Now listen to me.” He could tell he was on that verge of screaming. Knew it and almost welcomed the burst of
anger because it would make things simpler for him if he could narrow down his
view to just one thought.
“You
don’t get it, Vegeta, this time it wasn’t him that screwed up. It was me.
I messed this up.”
“Are
you going to go find him?”
There
was silence. Dead silence with slow
blinking again and he just rolled his eyes.
Exhaustion made him short tempered, and he wasn’t exactly known for his
incredibly patience anyway. He reached
down and hauled the man back to his feet.
Concentrated for a moment and found Gohan’s low ki, and next to it was
the other son’s. Would have opened his
mouth and informed his lover of this information but Kakarot looked at him very
seriously:
“Vegeta,
go find out if he’s okay.”
Oh. an>Jan>Joy.
Send him to find Gohan with the intto sto see if his feelings were
hurt. This had to be the stupidest idea
(save the fusing thing) that Kakarot had ever come up with. This put the cherry on the sundae of
horrible events of the day. What kind
of idiot sends someone like Vegeta after his child?
“Please,
Vegeta? I would go but I…” he looked
down at his own hands, “I think he’d just run away from me.”
~~~***
Goku
knew he wasn’t the best person in the universe, but until today he had never
thought himself to be a coward. But
this day, as Vegeta gave him that look that told him he would never have done
this if it hadn’t meant something to Goku, as he sent someone else to his son,
he felt that he had become a coward.
Because he was afraid to look at Gohan. One that echoed over the whole of the open field they stood in
and it left a welt the shape of her hand on his arm. And then she put her hands on her hips and glared at him with all
the venom and spite that had made her adorable to him. (Yes, he liked smaller angry people and
animals. It was a weakness of his.)
“SON
GOKU!” she yelled, “OF ALL THE THINGS I HAVE SEEN YOU DO—AND YOU HAVE DONE SOME
STUPID THINGS…” If possible, he was
certain she would have smacked him again, but she stopped there, did those
calming breathing exercises that the doctor and suggested years ago, and then
turned her back to him. Breathed
more.
He
dropped his eyes down to his hands and really felt the weight of what he had
done. Couldn’t imagine any other
singular thing that was as horrible as this one. And at the same time, he was so tired he couldn’t even feel how
badly it made him hurt. Thought that if
he could have summoned it, he might have cried.
Chichi
turned around and looked at him again, hands on her hips and she just shook her
head at him. “Look, Goku,” she said,
quietly, “Gohan isn’t like you. I tried
to tell you that before all those years and you just kept training him
anyway. It was fine when he was a kid,
but he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life fighting. He’s married now. He has a job and a baby.”
“Chichi…”
he said, started to tell her how it had all happened, how Gohan hated Vegeta
and him together how it made him insanely angry when he remembered that stupid
fucking question: How could you? And
ing ing came out of his mouth. He had
no justification for it.
She
didn’t move any closer to him, and she didn’t try to comfort him as she looked
at him very seriously. “I knew what you
were,” she said, “When I married you. I
knew. You aren’t human, Goku and it was
foolish for us to ask you to be. I
realize that and I know that Vegeta makes you happy. That’s good. Its good
that you are getting to know what you are.
But remember this,” a pause, “Your children didn’t chose you. I did.
Vegeta did. The children are
part of you. And if you break that part
off, you can never put it back.” Then
she turned her back to him, and he saw tears on her face, wanted to say
something, or do something but there wasn’t anything he could do.
So he
just looked at his hands again and disappeared from Otherworld, reappeared in
the nest he made outside his capsule home.
Sat in it and watched the afternoon pass into the evening. Thought of nothing. He was numb now. Couldn’t muster a single thought beyond the throb of
exhaustion.
Barely
even raised his head when he heard Vegeta touch down. Saw the shoes and the calves, but didn’t see the rest of
Vegeta. And his mate didn’t try and
make him look. Just crossed his arms
over his chest (Goku could have picked up that sound out of a crowd with his
eyes blindfolded the number of times he had seen and heard Vegeta do it.) “Your son is fine,” he said, “Goten’s taking
care of him.”
“…”
“He
thanked me,” Vegeta said, like he didn’t quite know what to do with that, “Fstopstopping you.”
The
legs moved, past the nest, toward the house, and Goku was left staring at the dirt. He sat there, felt Vegeta looking at his
back, felt how much he must be ticking Vegeta off and didn’t have the energy to
care.
“Kakarot…”
Vegeta said, sighed and then he said something that Goku would have sworn he
would never hear Vegeta say: “You need to talk to your son.” Then he went into the house and left Goku
out there, alone.
Which
was fine, because he wanted to be alone now.
Wanted to curl up with nothing but nature around him and try and figure
this thing out. Try not to remember how
he hurt his son, how he disappointed Chichi and the look in Vegeta’s eyes when
he asked him to check on Gohan.
Not
right now. Tomorrow he would find the
answers. But not right now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******
Vegeta: Oh
Boo-hoo!
Goku: I don’t even
sniff lemons.
Goten: There is no
vague lemony aroma.
Gohan: Is that all
you people thing about?
Trunks: Duh.
Vegeta: Everyone
knows that. *mo>*motions towards crowd *
Goku: Sigh. Of course, maybe the lemon shortage is due
to the fact the author has a head-cold.
Card: *coughs
until falls over head *
Vegeta: That
should effect the state of my sex life.
Saiyajin Neko:
Ah. I’m sorry.
It is overly angst-fest like.
*sigh * And I don’t have any
lemons to toss in there to break up the angst either. But it’ll work out.
Somehow. It generally does.
Webtester 01:
That’s
pretty much it. Gohan has Videl, but
their relationship isn’t discussed that much in this fic. (It’ll come up next chap or so though.) It never fails that I end up feeling back
for the character I’ve spent forever wanting to kill. (Except Tien. I don’t
feel bad for him.)
EleneK:
Ahhhhh! *grabs sanitizer * Don’t let it soak in!
No! No!
Lol. Yeah, looks like you might be rubbing off a
bit. ;)
Jaygoose:
Rotfl! I loved that review. Poor dear, we all fight that urge to be
sincere. *pats head *
Plyric:
Don’t
worry Vegeta is there. Its okay not to
feel sorry for Gohan. I feel bad that
he’s felt bad but I’m still upset that the dope couldn’t find a better way to
deal with his feelings. Pity-party
aside, he still has done a lot of awful things.
Macha:
Hm. If I pass along that information he might
find another way to off himself. So…just
maybe…I won’t tell him. pan>pan>Until he gets
over the angst.
Sm:
Thankies!
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