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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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Chapter List
- 1-The Meaning of Pride
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
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- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-LEMONY INTERLUDE Tr/Gt
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- 23-22
- 24-23
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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

~~***

Goten had
wondered about it, honestly, before it finally happened. Had spent a week healing, had stuck around
the Capsule building like a ghost, following Bulma around�felt uneasy because
he knew there was something more that was going to happen. Trunks agreed, had stayed with him,
protected his mother against nothing�because nothing had attacked. But they both understood. You didn�t get the shit beaten out of you by
the person you hated more than you valued your life and then get insulted by
the big idiot of a Saiyan (who had finally shown his real colors by shacking up
with the Prince and playing his little fuck toy) who fed you power like you
were too fucking weak to make it on your own, and then just WALK AWAY with not
intention to return.

Goten had always considered Tien to be one of those
things that had gone out of style just about the time he got killed by Vegeta
and Nappa the first time, and privately always wondered why the bastard thought
he was still important. But he didn�t
really express those feelings.

Felt them now.
Felt how deeply he did not like the three-eyed idiot. Knew his father would not be waiting for the
attack, because his father had never looked at defeat the way Tien would. His father had no pride in himself,
confidence�certainly, but never arrogance, never pride. Only the will to be better, the yearning for
a fight. Goten felt it too, deep in his
chest where he thought one day it would expand and kill him. The yearning for a fight that would either
end your life or theirs. A fight that
expanded until it encompassed everything and one final time you proved to
everything and everyone that you were the very best. The fight that gave you �fuck the world� rights and made you the
real ruler of the universe because nothing and nobody could defeat you.

That fight would come, Goten knew, and he hated to
think of what would happen when it got here, because whether they were together
now or not, that fight (for his father anyway) would be with Vegeta. And Vegeta�s fight (as it has really almost
always been) would be with his father.

There was no other resolution.

No other ending for the story they had played
out. And he hated it. Stood in the kitchen of the Capsule Corp
building, stared out the windows blankly, and realized for the very first time,
that there was no happy ending. The
fighting would never end. They,
themselves, would never let it. Saiyan
craved violence, and bloodshed, and called it all to them the way animals
hooted out their mating calls and asked for the fuck.

Tien was a catalyst, Goten thought, because he was
the one that would make the great powers separate again. He might even bring on that final fight,
where for the first and last time, the last full-Saiyans fought for dominance
of their race.

All that, he had not told Trunks, had only said: �I
don�t think Tien�s done yet.� Had said
no more. Did not confide those worries
to the young heir; had called his brother and talked to him about it. Gohan didn�t believe him. Pointed out that their father had never
allowed himself to get so far into a fight he couldn�t stop.

Not yet. There
was a first time for everything. After
all, nothing happens until the first time.

So Goten knew, somehow, that this would happen before
it did. Long enough to feel dread
welling up into his chest when the first flare of power burst to life in the
distance. Enough to turn and see Trunks
rush into the kitchen. Enough to make
his hands shake as he realized it was their duty, his and Trunks, as the sons
to keep this fight from being the end.
He had never fought his father, never fought him with any intent to
destroy him or harm him. Had sparred,
and had not even done all that well against him. Hadn�t fared any better against Vegeta.

�What are we going to do?� Trunks asked, �We can�t
both leave. I won�t let my Mom be left
unprotected.�

~~~***

Goku was oblivious.
He knew. Always looked for the
very best in everyone and everything he saw.
Always wanted to fight.
Remembered that from early on.
Remembered that as long as he could fight he would be happy. Hadn�t really wanted to get married, hadn�t
wanted a son or another one. Had wanted
to fight.

And when he met Radditz, he understood why. Because of what he was. But he hadn�t let that fight overcome him,
hadn�t given into it and let it rule him.
Because life was more precious.
Life was beautiful and fragile, and he could destroy it all in a moment
if he wanted to. That sort of power
came with a responsibility that weighed on him, and he had welcomed that
weight, because it kept him from giving in.

And he loved Chichi, and Gohan and Goten. Loved them all dearly.

Sometimes, though, when he was sparring, he knew that
he loved the fight more. Always
returned to it like a warm blanket, like a lover. And all that fight he had found, wrapped up in Vegeta, embodied
in him. Had spent these past months�nearly
seven of them now�becoming more and more attached to Vegeta. Found that there parts of the Prince he
could never have imagined existed. There
was vulnerability there; because everyone was vulnerable to something. But he was not fragile. Insanely proud of his race, of his heritage
of the past he had remembered of the words his father had told him and was more
than willing to fight to prove himself.
Which was fine, Goku thought, because he couldn�t remember a time in his
life that he hadn�t ended up fighting to prove himself. It was the only way he knew.

Then there were others. Things that were not him, were not Saiyan, and he could not
honestly say he completely understood the way they reacted. With so much fear and rage. Like Tien.

He felt bad for the bastard; in a way that was
diminished only because the idiot had finally gotten what was coming to him
since the very first moment he sneered at Vegeta and thought he was better.

Some lessons; it seemed; had to be learned the hard
way.

They had been sparring, him and Vegeta. Bantered back and forth about how slow their
children were, how they needed to learn certain things and the state of Goku�s
stinking pile of laundry. (In fact, the
current fight was an attempt on Vegeta�s part to get his mate to clean up his
smelly wardrobe. Laundry was not
something Goku was ever good at or willing to do.) There had been no real rage or anger, just the fight as it
existed between them.

Then the three-eyed bastard showed its ugly face
again. Sneered at the two of them,
multiplied out into two versions of itself.
And it spoke�in unison�taunted the Prince in one of the only ways left
that would make his lover react. That
bastard had insulted Vegeta and Goku, had attacked their children and now the
fucking moron stood there and said: �Looks like we were all wrong.� Thoughtfully, almost kindly. �Its not Goku that�s getting fucked�� A smirk on his face that would be the last.

Goku looked at Vegeta, saw him go still, saw the way
he changed from �Kakarot, for the final time, you are going to WASH your
CLOTHES� to �Death will be the only thing to stop your screaming when I get
finished with you.�

�It�s the Prince,� Tien said. �Always knew you were weak, but never really
thought you�d turn into such a pussy and take it up the ass like that.� Another smirk. Then the sentence that sealed the deal, and signed the death
certificate: �Where�s your pride?�

Goku didn�t even feel sorry for him. Felt the explosion of power, the brightening
of the sky, the flash of yellow and blue and white. Moved back, stumbled back in the air as there was something
immense that exploded. Shoved him back,
knocked him against a mountain�but not through it.

Vegeta roared.
Like something primal, roared out in outrage anen�sen�s little plan
ended right there.

Goku saw it; saw that cockiness, saw that assurance
that the three-eyed idiot was going to win, saw it drain right out of him. Because he had thought he was powerful, but
apparently he had not realized how pissing off a Saiyan was nearly the
equivalent of dealing a death wound and then healing them. Power doubled. Burst and crackled and Vegeta was burning alive inside of
it.

Moved forward.
Shook the very earth with the power of his anger. �WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF PRIDE?!� He
screamed. Kicked Tien-clone, kicked it
hard enough to break the bones in its chest.
It spewed out blood and clutched its broken body, dropped straight out
of the sky as Vegeta rounded on the real Tien.

�I�I��

�Nobody can save you now,� Vegeta said.

Goku pushed himself out of the stone. Dusted himself off and dropped his power
level. Didn�t want to even so much as
pretend to be a threat to Vegeta. Logic
was being destroyed by fury, and until that rage was assuaged, it would not
leave. This fight, he thought with a
vague smile, was not his. It was all
Vegeta�s. And he would allow his mate
to win it. Wouldn�t interfere at all.

Tien didn�t run�the only thing he had done thus far
that made him not such a horrible fucking creature that deserved to be smashed
underfoot like a bug�but stood his ground.
Brought his fists up. Lost his
cockiness, lost his nerve. But was
willing to fight to defend his life.

That life did not last very long. Vegeta rose his hand, cracked a sadistic
grin. �Good bye.� And released a beam of power that split the
weakling bastard open, broke his body to little pieces and burned them away as
he heard something that could have been a scream but was cut off with a pop as
something exploded.

Vegeta turned, still burned with that power, dove,
smashed the clone into the ground, and when it was broken, when there were no
bones left to speak of, he rose his hand and burned it to ash to.

Turned again, dented the earth under him, stood in the
midst of the debris that churned and cycloned around him. Stared at him. Looked at Goku like he did not know who he was�or else,
recognized him and didn�t give a damn about who he was.

�Hey�� he said, put his hands up, �Vegeta? Come on,� he said, �I swear I�ll wash my
clothes.�

There was a smirk then. Power dropped down. �Good.�

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

� � Is
it ever over that easily?

Gk:
Ooo! I think it is! I think its time for sex now!

Vegeta:
Hn. Finally.

Tien�s gravestone marker: �Here Lies a Truly Stupid Ass Clown.�

Goten: I don�t
know� I was having a pretty bad feeling
there at�

Gk: *glares
at son * Do you have visions of the future?!
No! So you can�t possibly say we
aren�t going to have sex now!

Trunks: He�s
got a point.

Vegeta: Uh�excuse
me. My pride was just called into
question. Do you really think this
fight is over?

Jaygoose:

Yeah! Working on that fic. (And since you already reviewed and told me
you were waiting for class to start) I�m sorry I didn�t have this chappie out
then. I couldn�t get in the mood to
write this story yesterday and I ran out of time.

Macha:

If
he had gone after Bulma, I don�t think there would have been enough time for
them to do a rock-paper-scissors thing.
I think they all would have blown him up together and then gone out for
some ice-cream and steak. ;)

Yes,
the Prince is maturing. No, I don�t
think (this version of) Goten and Trunks would have had public sex and remained
in character. (In this story anyway�)

Pandora:

LOOOOOOOOK
EVERYONE! This is the reason THIS fic
EXISTS!!!! *hugs Pandora * I was wondering if you were reading it! *sobs out happily * Yeah!
*bounce bounce *

Mechanical Butterfly:

Kakarott is brave enough to set
them that is
true. It is very hard to set limits for
yourself and for the people you love. I
remember a while back when my sisters were kids I had a hard time learning to
put limits on how much I would do to help them, and eventually I had to resolve
within myself that if I did everything for them all the time than they would
never grow up. But it was really hard
to do. (That example may be a bit off,
but same basic principle.)

Poor
phone. Poor waddling Bulma.

And
(HAHA ASSCLOWN!) not poor Tien.
(Fundamentally I feel bad for killing him, because I feel that you
shouldn�t just go about and murder people just because they pissed you off, but
at the same time I accept that I�ve transformed him into the idea of �baseless prejudice�
and �meaningless hate� and both of those things I have no problem with getting
rid of.)

*sigh*

Well�onto the next chapter!
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