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Saiyan Enlightenment	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Saiyan Enlightenment
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
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- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
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Saiyan
Enlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride

Card

Disclaimers and Warnings and Author�s Snarky
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. 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.

o:p>

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�I
don�t know what you Saiyans think,� his mom said�she was shouting. He hadn�t heard his mom shout in years. �But I AM NOT A BANK!� She was actually changing colors as she kept
screaming. �Do you realize how close
you came to killing people?! It�s one
thing to destroy property in the name of saving the planet, its another when
it�s a�a� Cock fight between two ots!ots!�

�Mom��
he started. Raised his hands, tried to
get a word in edge-wise, to explain the whole miserable mess. But it had been hours! Hours and hours of listening to people yell
about their invaluable possessions being destroyed by the Saiyans, about how
their homes were gone and the police had written it all down, asked if changes
should be filed, and all the people had teetered right on that edge of pressing
charges, but his mother was a wonderful diplomat when she had to be.

�Shut
up, kid,� she said, �I don�t want to hear anything you have to say.� Glared at him. Really glared in a way he thought only his father was capable of
doing. (The world was just full of
surprises today, wasn�t it?) Then she
turned her back to him and breathed.
Calmed herself down and then turned back around and looked at him. �Trunks, I know you�re part Saiyan. I realize you aren�t going to be a normal
boy. I want you to be who you are, but
you cannot let what happened today happen ever again.�

Like
he needed her tell him that.

She
just looked at him for a moment, until the baby started to cry, and then she
walked out of the kitchen without saying anything further. Left him there, alone, in the kitchen. With bruised knuckles and a strange sense of
dread and need in the pit of his stomach.
Dread because he wasn�t so sure that what happened today would never
happen again and need� Need because he
needed Goten.

Strange
feeling, that, the way he thought about Goten every second without having to
consciously decide to think about him.
It was just there. In his skin,
his mind. All around him all the time
and that couldn�t be a good thing, could it?

He
didn�t know and he was too tired now to think about it. All he wanted was a bed and a pillow and a
good night worth of sleep without interruption by catastrophe or dreams. So he climbed the stairs to his room,
slowly, trudged every step as his muscles screamed out their objections to his
movements. Told him in explicit little
aches andns jns just how much he had not been training, and that struck him as
an odd fact. He had been neglecting his
training for a long time now. Since
before his mother had Bra.

He
pushed open the door to his room and stumbled inside, yanked his shirt and
pants off and dropped them where they landed, fell into the bed, into the
lovely soft bed that smelled like Goten and him and curled up into the
pillows. Closed his eyes and fell
asleep.

~~~***

He
couldn�t sleep. Which wasn�t
unusual. More often than not he found
that he couldn�t sleep. Too much on his
mind or too little, or not enough of the right thing. He didn�t know. But he
couldn�t sleep, and he was starting to think that it had something to do with
the fact that the side of the bed usually made warm from Kakarot was cool and
empty. The fact that he was lying here
trying to figure out just what in the hell he was supposed to do about that
snobby freak of genetics telling him �thank you.�

Why
couldn�t Gohan just have hated him or something? That was normal. It would
have allowed Vegeta to keep being angry at the twit moron that was too much
like his mother and not nearly enough like his father. But that stupid thank you implied that
somewhere Gohan was actually thinking and a thoughtful person was always a tad
bit more difficult to hate. (Not much,
but a little.) He didn�t want a damn
thank you from the snob. He hadn�t
stopped Kakarot for Gohan, he had stopped him because he had no idea what would
have happened if he hadn�t.

�Vegeta��

He
rolled onto his back and looked at the doorway, where his lover stood, very
quietly. And he motioned him over, felt
that this was really time for silence, and apparently the large
overly-dramatic-and overly-repentant one did as well. He pulled his clothes off and dropped them on the ground, tugged
off the wristbands and dropped them on the side table and slid into bed next to
him, wrapped his large arms around his waist and rested his head on Vegeta�s
chest. Ear pressed over his heart.

Vegeta
rested his hand on the large shoulder, and looked up at the ceiling. The two of them lay there, in silence and in
contemplation of just what the hell had happened. Strange how one little moment changed everything so drastically,
wasn�t it? Because this man that was
lying in his bed was less of the person he was becoming and painfully more of
the person he had been. Unsure
and confused. But that came with the
hours of not sleeping. Of just
fighting, and maybe they were going about this Saiyan enlightenment process all
wrong. Maybe there should be meditation
instead of fighting. Thought and
control instead of brute strength.

The
first stage was over now. Kakarot had
seen the depths of his own power and impulses, now he had to learn to control
them.

�Do
you think I should see him?� Kakarot whispered, ran his hand over Vegeta�s
stomach. Warm palm over his skin and he
looked down at the spiky mess of hair. Wondered
what Kakarot would be doing right now if their places were reversed and Vegeta
was the one that needed to be comforted.
This was an essential difference between the two of them. Because Kakarot always knew when he needed
to be reassured and always seemed to know how to do it, and he saw weakness and
didn�t like it. Didn�t want to coddle
or assuage it.

�Not
tomorrow,� he said, �But soon.�

�Why
not tomorrow?�

�Because
Goten and the namek are with him.�
Moved his hand over the smooth skin of Kakarot�s shoulders, just petted
him. To be reassuring, to be
calming.

Kakarot�s
hand on his stomach moved up his side, to his chest, pressed against him just
beyond where his breath puffed against his skin. Then back down, to his waist, long comforting strokes. Nothing more to them. Just the companionship of touch. �Piccolo?
That�s good. Gohan always liked
Piccolo.�

This
sap shit was going to kill him. He had
been painfully patient up to this point, but he had just about enough of the �pity
me� nonsense. If Radditz had tried this
crap he would have kneed him in the gut, punched him in the head and told him
to get the hell over it. But then,
Radditz never had a son. So he figured
he wouldn�t fight Kakarot. Curled his
hand up in his hair and pulled him up so they were even, and the large one�s
arm was holding him up as he looked down at Vegeta.

�I
don�t want to lose my son, Vegeta,� he said.

It
was the cruel truth; Kakarot had already lost Gohan. He wasn�t the same child that Kakarot remembered and he, himself,
wasn�t the parent that Gohan wanted or needed.
Whatever bond they had had was lost.
Had been lost for years. Ever since
Kakarot stupidly sacrificed himself to keep them alive and left his son to kill
Cell. They all knew it, just as much as
the child had himself, that Kakarot could have defeated Cell. He just didn�t. But he didn�t say that. Just watched Kakarot�s face as he thought
about it, and wondered if he was going to come to the same solution.

�You
need to sleep,� he said finally.

�Can�t,�
was the whispered response, �Too many thoughts. I can�t stop trying to figure out what I can do� There has to be something. I mean.
I�m not giving you up.� Vegeta
smiled, loved the way that sentence was said with such forceful
conviction. But he wasn�t so sure he
liked the thought of Kakarot giving up his son or his lover.spanspan>Either way, there would always be the
knowledge that one was lost because of the other and that was not
acceptable. �I don�t know. Is there a way to get rid of these thoughts?�

Naturally. There was the meditating way. Then there was the easier way. And considering their current state of
sleeplessness, he figured it would be easiest just to go with the easy
way. Nodded his head and pushed Kakarot
onto his back on the bed. �Is this what
you came in here for?�
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Saiyan Enlightenment

SaiyanEnlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning ofPride

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Saiyan
Enlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride