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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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

~~***

That feeling�that unfortunate feeling that effected
everything universally be it a badger or a Prince of Saiyans�that something was
horribly wrong started that morning. Like
a prophetic breeze against his back, he had stood stock still in the shower�the
shower he always shared with Kakarot�and watched him wash his hair, watched the
suds sliding down his arms and thought, a horribly depressing thought, that he
was about to lose something. Couldn�t
place the feeling, just the drop in his stomach, the sense of distortion that
gripped him tightly and shook him as he watched the lazy suds sliding down the
strong arms, watched them falling down his chest, and had to blink, but still
could not see anything but that soapy trail.

Feel the impending death on his shoulder and had to
wonder just whose death was lingering there on the forefront of fate. Couldn�t see. Wondered just why the fuck he was having this feeling right
now. Why.

Then hands were on his shoulders, and he realized
only after he turned to look at the soapy hands that he had stopped
breathing. Heaved in a breath and felt
his head spin. Wrapped his hands around
Kakarot�s wrists, and blinked away the feeling.

�Are you alright Vegeta?� Ah, the use of his full name, never an indication of good
things. But rather, it seemed every time
his whole name was said it was because he had made the baka uneasy.

�I�m fine, Kakarot,� he replied. Released the wrists and let his lover finish
shampooing his hair. Tried to convince
himself that it was just a stupid�something, that had overcome him. That he was being an idiot and he wasn�t weak
enough to give into that stupid �oh I feel bad� bullshit. Was a superstitious fool that believed you
had to throw salt over your shoulder when you spilled it. Those things were earth customs and he was
not from earth.

Sure, he thought vindictively, say that to yourself now. But it was the truth, he didn�t believe in superstition. It was something weak-minded people believed
in to keep the boogey man from getting to them. He wasn�t about to carry rabbit feet around with him and pluck
clovers for good luck. In fact, by the
time the water was shut off, he had pretty much decided that it was just some
sort of strange fluke left over from the fight the day before.

And in his distraction he actually stood there and
let Kakarot dry him off like he was some sort of child. Realized that it wasn�t himself doing the
drying with the towel dropped down to his nether parts and started stroking
with a certain single-minded interest.

�Kakarot�� he said.
Crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at the grinning Saiyan.

�Sorry, �Geta, I just�like it so much I thought the
poor guy needed some extra attention.�

He snorted at this.
�That�s what you always say.�
Was still saddened when the towel went away. �Leave him be, he needs his sleep.� Only Kakarot could get him to refer to his penis in the third
person, as if it had a separate personality.

�Aw,� Kakarot said as he turned to pick up his
clothes off the sink, �Did I wear him out?�

And there were many mornings like this where he
wondered just how the hell he had gotten here, and why it was so easy and
simple to get into these conversations with this baka. Why he liked it so much and why it just felt
so comfortable. But he didn�t offer a
response to that, grabbed his own clothes off the toilet and pulled them on�thanked
whatever fate had been responsible for their bathroom being big enough to hold
both of them while they dressed.

After breakfast�and having to watch Kakarot eat
enough sugar to kill a small dog�he went to Bulma�s. Found her smacking her phone against the countertop in
frustration and stood there with a slight grin on his face. Remembered why it was that he had been
attracted to her.

�OH THERE YOU ARE!� she said, �You do know what a
phone is, don�t you?�

As with his son, he did not actually have to respond
to her for her to keep speaking.

�I�ve been trying to call you for a half an
hour! I put a phone in every single one
of my capsule houses.� She put her hand
on her hip�he could not necessarily see this action because her pregnant
stomach was obscuring his vision, but her hand dropped down like she was going to. �What happened to the phone?� she
asked.

�Telemarketers,� he replied.

Which made her blink. And he could see the question trembling there on her lips, sighed
to himself and wondered if he could get away with not telling her that he had
blown the phone to little bits because the BAKA could not RESIST answering the
damn thin mat matter what they were DOING.
And telemarketers somehow had it clocked so that every single time they started
to move toward the bedroom (or eat or sleep) they called. And it never failed that Kakarot stopped
whatever he was doing, jumped at the phone and picked it up with a childish
sort of glee and said �Yes?� to it. Talked
to the telemarketers and agreed with them about everything they said, chatted
to them for an hour and always hung up on them when they got to the �now give
me your credit card number� part.

�Oh, never mind,� she said, tossed her broken phone
into the trash and waddled her way over to the kitchen table where she sat down
in one of the chairs. �You�re here now.�

�What did you need?� he asked.

~~~***

He couldn�t say so much that he really wanted to, but
Goku went to visit Krillin. Found him
actually in his home with his daughter and his wife, and he was pretty
depressed looking. Looked at his best
friend with the eyes of someone who had just now finally realized that they had
done a bad thing.

�Hey Krillin,� he said. Stood, because he didn�t feel even remotely comfortable about
sitting down anywhere. �How�s your arm?�

For a moment, a brief moment, Goku thought that if he
just starts talking about his arm that he was going to leave. Because, despite the fact that Goku was the
resident idiot with a strong arm and the ability to grow lots and lots of hair
on short notice, they both knew why he was here. Because Piccolo had come to find Goku when he decided he was
wrong about Vegeta, Yamcha had sent his �apology (if you count �I don�t want to
get killed by you please don�t hurt me I�ll leave you alone� as an apology)�
through Piccolo, and Gohan had told him that he didn�t mean what he had said
about his father, but he still didn�t like Vegeta and never would. That left Krillin and Tien of the former group
of the �thou shalt not be with Vegeta� brigade.

�I really screwed up,� Krillin said. Looked at his poor, poor broken arm. Like the broken arm was the reason he
screwed up. �I should have known you
better.� There was a long pause there,
as if Krillin was waiting for Goku to say something �ah, that�s alright
Krillin. Everyone makes mistakes and
besides I wasn�t hurt that you tried to kill Vegeta, or that you tried to fight
me even after I said I wouldn�t fight you, or that you said horrible things
about me and didn�t trust me at all because somehow just because I chose to be
with one of the earth�s SAVIORS I was a bad person� But alas, he did not say
these things. So the silence drug on
until Krillin let out a little sigh and said: �Tien�s still really pissed. I don�t think he ever liked Vegeta and he
seems determined to kill him now.�
There was another, more solemn silence.
�He�s stronger than I�ve ever seen him.�

Goku thought for a moment. Considered what he was going to say Krillin. Wasn�t sure he had the energy to be
understanding, liked that he was able to feel hurt by his best friends actions
toward him, liked that he could express that hurt and not have to feel like a
bad person because of it. And he just
sighed. �I�ll take care of it.� Gave him a wave. �Well, bye.� Then turned
around and left.

Didn�t think too hard about Tien or his
newly-restored determination to be rid of Vegeta. His mate�he liked that word for it�was more than fully capable of
taking care of himself. Besides which,
he would be able to feel Vegeta�s ki if it went above normal or dropped below
it. So he could be at his side in a
moment�s notice if he was needed. (Knew
that Vegeta hated it when anyone so much as slightly implied he was weak and
wasn�t about to do that.) So he floated
around in the air for a little while, thought that he was supposed to go spar
with Trunks today. (A part of every
day. He found that sparring with Trunk
during the day actually prepared him to spar with Vegeta, because Vegeta had
trained his son and they were very much alike in a lot of ways. Vegeta�s technique was more seasoned and
infinitely wiser, but Trunks was learning.)
Concentrated on finding the demi-Prince�s ki.

Couldn�t find it, so settled on his son�s, raised his
two fingers to his forehead�felt a sense of doom settle on him and ignored it�concentrated
and felt the instant transmission of his whole body. When he opened his eyes again, he was looking at something out of
a nightmare�that was the only way to really describe it.

What had started out as a pubescent fight with his
son was now a real battle. A real war,
something he could not escape just because he wanted to be a better person than
those that attacked him. This was something
that demanded a fight, and as he curled his hands into fists, he thought viciously:

�If you wanted a fight� I will give you one��

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

GASP. 94 words shy of count. Just think of what those 94 words could have
yielded.

Gk: THAT�S
IT! I was promised sex! I did not get sex!

Card: Well,
you got a little personal time with Vegeta.

GK: NOT GOOD
ENOUGH.

Vegeta: Oh,
be quiet Kakarot, people want to know what you saw that made you all bitchy,
not that you want sex.

Gk: I�m
never, ever going to tell if I don�t get laid.

Vegeta: Then
I guess I�ll just have to tell.
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