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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Meaning of Pride

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Time
for the warnings portion:

A.
I own nothing by 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

~~***

Sparring
was on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
A week after this ritual started, Vegeta came home and found the stench
of decaying flesh in his home. Like
death. He pulled his gloves off and
found Bulma crying on their (mostly her) bed.
He set the gloves on the dresser top and sat on the bed, let her throw
her arms around him and let her cry.
Put his arm around her, felt her fingers digging into his clothes, and
felt the way her sobs were getting stronger, and wondered what on earth could
have happened to shake her this badly.
Their son was fine. Vegeta could
feel him out there. "> Perfectly fine.

She
finally stopped crying and wiped her eyes on her shirt sleeve, said �Sorry
Vegeta.� Sniffled. Looked like a pitiful mess.

�What�s
wrong?� was what he asked, because all that other stuff about there being no
need to say sorry, and the part where he said that he would be here for her,
those parts he never said but relied on her to realize.

�Uhh,�
She cleared her throat, �Chichi�s�uh�dying.
I can�t find a way to help her.�

People
died. This was an accepted fact of
life. Lots of people died. Everyday.
In horrible, horrible ways.
Vegeta could not think back to a time in his life where he hadn�t known
about death, hadn�t seen it and wondered when it would finally take him
forever. He had wanted to be
immortal. Wanted to defeat Freiza�that
fucking bastard�and spend all his immortality finding his people, bringing them
back together and reviving the culture that the damn icejin trto kto kill. But that had not worked out. He had not killed Freiza, Kakarot had
defeated him and then his son from the future.
But never him.

�I
don�t know why I�m crying,� Bulma said, stared down at her hands. �I mean, it�s not like Chichi and I are
great friends or anything. But� Poor Goku.
He�s going to be all alone.�

Baka
though he was, Kakarot was still a Saiyan, and he would deal with death. Accept it and move on. Or else he would go feral, start murdering
everything he could get his hands on and Vegeta and the rest of the annoying
ones would have to try and stop him.
But considering what Vegeta knew of the man�s mind, Kakarot would accept
that his wife had died, and either find himself another or continue on with
life without her. �Kakarot will be
fine.�

Bulma
just sighed. Looked up briefly from her
hands and then shook her head sadly.
�It�ll be soon,� she said. Her
face was going red again, and he watched the tears gathering in her eyes. �She doesn�t have that much longer.�

Why
did these humans always cry when they talked about death? It was not the end of everything. He had died, Kakarot had died, and so had
everyone they knew. The screechy woman
included. They should know that there
is existence after death, and that even when that layer of reality separated
them from those they loved, it could never really keep them away for ever. He patted Bulma�s back, let her rest her
head on his shoulder. Felt her trying
not to cry and as he stared at the floor; he had to wonder if he had ever cried
when he watched his entire race being destroyed.

He
had been a little child; but he probably had not cried. Because his father had taught him that
crying was for the weak-kneed child-bearers.
That crying was something only babies and women did. Vegeta was a Prince and Princes did not
cry. So, Vegeta had not cried for all
the dead. He had vowed revenge for
them, and that had been taken away from him by Kakarot. By his son.
He had not even been allowed to avenge the fallen. His rights as Prince were ripped away from
him one at a time for years until he was left with just Radditz and Nappa, and
then when he executed Nappa and gave him a warrior�s death, that had been the
very last thing he had ever done as a Prince.

All
the rest of his time was spent trying to overcome Kakarot.

Which
was a waste, because every day he sparred with him he came to realize more and
more that what the baka had told him when they fused was what he honestly
believed. That the old ways were
dead. Which was fine for an
earth-raised idiot to say. He had never
seen the halls of the palace, never known a life with other Saiyans, never
watched with pride the way they fought.
Never knew his father, or heard him teach the ways of pride, the meaning
of it. It was easy to forget things
that you never knew; but Vegeta did know these things. He had spent a lifetime trying to escape
Freiza so he could bring back the ways of his people, only to find that the
ways he was fighting to preserve were not wanted.

That
he was the Prince of no one. Two
half-breeds and a Saiyan that was superior to him.

What
worth did he have in the world anymore?
If he let his ways die, what would that say of his life? That he had been trying so hard to hold onto
something that the only other living Saiyan thought was unimportant? He refused to allow himself to become
unimportant. Refused to let his
birthright slip away from him. He was
Prince because he was born to be Prince, and he would bring back his people
regardless of what Kakarot thought.

~~~**

He
picked her up off the kitchen floor, held her against him as she breathed and
tried to apologize. Stood there, held
her, felt her heart beat, smelled the way death was coming over her. Let her cry her pearly little tears into his
gi. Let her try to hang onto him, felt
how very weak she was. And heard her
desperate little voice, asking him to make sure the boys were okay. To tell
them that she always loved them.
Promising Goku that she had really, honestly, always loved him. Felt like she was saying good-bye to him.

�Vegeta��
he said as he shoved himself to his feet.
There was a lead heaviness to his limbs, as if they were feeling all the
sadness that he couldn�t. There was a
certain emptiness there, because he could never go home and see Chichi again. But he wasn�t sad for her.

~~~~~~***

It�ll
pick up now. Moving right along in the
mainstream of the plot.

Vegeta: If I spent
less time being inantnant about my dead planet I could get more sex.

Gk: I agree.

Vegeta: I mean how
important is an entire culture?

Gk: Not nearly as
important as sex, I think.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I
just can�t avoid that humor part of my stories
(Except when I get deep into the angst; then I find it difficult to
bring humor into the story.).
*sigh* But I�m glad that you
liked it.

Getarian

Oh! No.
You don�t have to apologize!
Sheeeesh. I didn�t mean it
wa
way. I just meant that I really was
trying to make it not �AU.� an>(an>(Because I never
makythiything not AU.) And I really do
just ignore the closenef Buf Bul&Veg.
I wasn�t being mean. I�m sorry. *sobs*

Well. Other than that. This ficcie is starting to look like Vegeta might get that fight
he always wanted. And sadly, no, Chichi
never told anyone, but they�re all Saiyans and they all knew.

PS. FOLKS:

Unfortunately
(due to the fact that I have to rip my hair out every single Sunday trying to
get to the computer) I won�t update tomorrow.
But I promise and swear and all that good nonsense that on Monday
Morning there will be a new chapter for every story. (well, every story except those that are finished like More of
Us, Hormone Therapy and Cross-eyed.)

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