Saiyan Enlightenment | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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, somopleople 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. &nbnbspnbsp; *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.
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“Dad,” Trunks said, a whine of
discomfort and uncertainty, and he was fidgeting. His son was fidgeting. It
was enough to make him want to smack the kid and tell him to grow up
already. But he didn’t, just gave his
son a level glare and found that his patience had been perfectly restored
(thanks to Kakarot who was lying on the bank of the river and watching the
clouds floating around lazily.) “Are
you sure…”
No. He regularly went about and recommended
things to do things that he wasn’t sure of just for the fun of seeing them
trying to figure it out. Actually, that
did sound like fun. Especially if the
people were stupid enough to listen to him.
“Trunks,” he said—and was very proud of himself for not growling out the
word because he was feeling much better about life in general this morning—“You
can’t learn to control nature. So go
find your boyfriend, be honest with him and then fuck him.” Crossed his arms over his chest.
Kakarot
snorted. “And then,” he said like an
old lady teacher, “Come back and we’ll give you a big gold star!”
Trunks
looked disturbed—which is how most people looked when Kakarot tried to be
funny. Most of the time the humor just
came out at the wrong time, which made him wonder just where the sense of humor
originated. “Uh…so, after I do that I
won’t want to do it again?” He didn’t
look like he really believed this to be the truth.
Was it
the truth? Not entirely. There were still times he would like nothing
more than to shove Kakarot to his knees and have a bout of animalistic sex. That sort of thing just didn’t go away
because you did it once, but generally the urge wasn’t ever as strong as it was
the first time. That first time was
killer, because it took control of you until you had little choice but to give
in. Stronger men than him had tried to
stop the impulse and failed. But after
that initial encounter, it was easier to handle. He looked at his son, who was still fidgeting and answered him
(after much too long of a delay to be comforting.) “Not like you do now.”
This,
naturally wasn’t that comforting. But
Trunks took a deep breath for courage and then went off in search of his
boyfriend. (Getting Goten away from his
brother and Piccolo without mentioning the intention to screw him until he
couldn’t walk straight was going to be a challenge that he was going to love
hearing about, he was sure.)
“So,”
Kakarot said lazily from the bank. He
was all stretched out in the sunshine with his arms behind his head and a
strange non-expression on his face.
“Going to go visit Bulma now?”
No anger or venom in the question, just quiet, calm inquiry. And that was a good sign, of course, that
Kakarot was learning to control his base impulses to be jealous and
violent.
“Yes,”
he said.
Kakarot
nodded. Stretched. “Have fun.
Give Bra a kiss from me.” And then
he rolled onto his stomach and looked up at Vegeta. Gave him a smile and a wave and Vegeta shook his head and gave
Kakarot a wave as he left.
Flew
away from the river and the sun and toward the ruined neighborhood that Bulma
lived in. She had given everyone a
Capsule house and assisted in their moving, but somehow the woman had managed
to get out of the fray (that is to say her son and his lover pummeling Gohan
into the ground) without having to hand out any money. He admired that. He had always admired Bulma’s ability to be painfully frugal
while always getting what she wanted.
The
woman was in the kitchen, holding their daughter while little Bra drank down a
bottle. “Oh, hi, Vegeta.” Frustrated.
Bulma loved her children, like he loved them, but she got frustrated
with it sometimes. Everyone did. “Did you need something?”
He
walked over to her and took Bra and the bottle, held her in one arm and the
bottle in the other and gave the stressed woman a glare. Not a hateful one, but that glare that she
used to say was the ‘You should have known better, you silly-brained woman’
glare. (As if he would glare such a
wordy glare.)
“Ah,
well,” she said with an attempt at a smile.
“If you’re going to be here for awhile I’m going to go take a shower…or
a bath. Are you going to be around long
enough I can take a bath?”
He
rolled his eyes at her and her long-ass baths, but nodded. She tossed the burp clothe on his shoulder
patted him and ran off, up the stairs gleefully squeaking all the way. She was always a bizarre woman.
~~~***
Goten
sighed. Again. If he ended up sleeping outside for one more
night he was going to rip his brother’s head off and stuff it up his
anal-retentive ass. Because that was
the only solution he could see that would bring an end to this ever unending
torment. The more he listened to Gohan
the more he was starting to think this was some sort of circular logic disease
that refused to allow itself to be resolved.
They (him and Piccolo) had been working on his brother’s neurosis for
days and just now (NOW AFTER OVER A WEEK) had gotten Gohan to admit that ‘yes,
their father was a grown man.’
“But
that does matter,” Gohan protested, “He might be full grown but he still
doesn’t act like an adult.”
Oi. The argument had gone from ‘My daddy pounded
me in to the ground with his fists because I thought my little brother was
being molested and ended up kicking him in the head in an attempt to fight his
boyfriend’ to ‘My Daddy is just a big idiot that doesn’t realize Vegeta is an
evil man that uses his endless sexual charms to make people forget that he is
evil and prone to murder.’ Goten was
starting to contemplate just which parts of Gohan’s thick head he had to kick
to make him forget his problems.
“Are
you sure that Videl isn’t missing you?”
“She’s
probably glad that I’m not there. We
haven’t done anything but fight,” Gohan said miserably.
Goten
huffed. “Alright, look. Why are you hanging on to this so hard? Are you really going to let Dad’s decision
to be with Vegeta to ruin every single aspect of your…TRUNKS!” He jumped up from the rock he had been
sitting on and charged across the space and tossed himself into his boyfriend’s
arms. (Never mind he looked like a
spastic fangirl mauling her favorite bishie.)
“Every
aspect of my trunks?” Gohan inquired, turned around and looked at them with a
raised eyebrow. (Just a little tiny bit
of amusement that warred with a lot of near-disgust.)
Goten
looked at Trunks and felt the bodily shiver that ran through him and the
tightening of an arm around his back, fingers digging into his side. And his grin faded a little. Just slightly and not so much that Gohan
would notice and get itchy or prone to kicking him in the head. “Yeah,” he said, turned just enough that he was
looking at Gohan without trying to break away from Trunks or moving out of the
way enough that anyone could see the shaking and the tightening of every one of
Trunks’ muscles. “Besides, you know
what I meant to say was ‘life.’”
“Am I
willing to let this ruin my life?
No. I don’t want it too, but I
don’t see how the two…three of you can just not care about it…could you guys
not do that while we’re standing here?”
“Do
what?” Goten asked, “I’m just standing next to him.” Riiiiiiight. He was
standing against Trunks, very against him and he was willing to bet good money
on the fact that Trunks was going to come up with an excuse to disappear just
about any second now. That is if he
didn’t come up with that excuse first.
Gohan
gave him a level glare. “You’re
all…touching.”
Trunks
grinned. “Alright, we’ll go away
and…touch. Wouldn’t want to make you
queasy or anything.” He was grinning
but there was real anger in his voice.
Because there was something prejudiced in what Gohan said.
“Yeah,”
Gohan said—surprisingly adult sounding even—“Maybe you should. I should probably go home and check on the
baby.”
“And?”
Goten prompted.
“And?”
“Videl,
moron,” Trunks said, “Remember to check on your wife. Remember, just had a baby?
Going through shit the same as you?
Why don’t you try being on her side rather than bitching at her? You’re so pissed at my father, idiot, but
name one thing he has done to your father since they got together that could
even in your twisted fucking imagination be considered anything bad.”
Gohan
glared at Trunks, and Trunks just gave him that endless grinning smirk. “Thanks for your time, Piccolo, Goten.” Then his brother turned away from him and
his boyfriend and set off toward home.
He
smacked Trunks on the chest. “Hey, you
didn’t have to be so rough.” But that
statement was about to take on a new meaning as Trunks hauled him up tighter
against him and carried him up and into the air with him. They (mostly Trunks) flew off toward nowhere
and when they got there, they found nothing but open land (some trees, but not
enough to be concerned with.) He was
set on the ground and suddenly realized that he did (indeed, strangely enough)
have lube in his pocket as suggested by Vegeta. (This was only because he hadn’t been able to change his clothes
since the ‘incident’ and they were rank smelling and dirty.)
“Look,”
Trunks said, “I…uh…”
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Uh, just a few words under. GASP! Okay, more than a
few, but not so many it’s horrible or anything.
Goku: I didn’t get
laid in this chapter.
Vegeta: *holding
child * Doesn’t look like you’re
getting laid in the next one either.
Goku: Oh, haha.
Vegeta: Poor baby.
Goten: I’m getting laid! Go me!
Webtester 01:
Yeah, I noticed your bold. How do you do that? You’ve
made me all jealous now. *pout *
SaiyajinNeko:
Huh. Maybe
you were ‘into’ Goku’s emotions because you were deprived for so long. *sob *
I didn’t realize the site was down until Monday. Poor Aff.net they got a lot of crap and it
wasn’t even Ayla’s fault. Anyway. I’ll have to copy your e-mail address in
case this sort of thing happens again, because I e-mailed the chappies to some
folk. Felt bad because I didn’t know
your e-mail. *sob *
EleneK:
Uh…mostly I feel better. Still coughing occasionally but other than that back in tip-top
shape. *hops around *
Chibi_Vegeta:
Ahhh…thankies.
An excellent definition of love?
Wow. Nobody ever accused me of
writing one of those before. ;)
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