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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 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

Alright,
I have to credit the inspiration for Vegeta�s definition of Pride (in the
previous chapter) to the Saiyan Slash Mailing List and all the folks therein
that responded to my question. Thanks!~

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He
thrust, felt his whole body in the movement, pushed into Kakarot, felt the burn
and the slide and the layer of slick sweat on his skin, felt it in his eyes,
burned his eyes, grit his teeth. Tasted
death on his lips and his hands werggingging into skin again. He felt the anger burning, felt it in his
thrusting, pushed in faster than he could breath. Thought insanity would never pass. Moved hard. Moved with
the intent to claim, not to humiliate to but reveal�to really show�what he was.

No
fucking flowers and candy and cute things here. He didn�t like teddy bears and valentines and he didn�t give a
fuck if he forgot a birthday. He was
the Prince of the Saiyans and the last thing he fucking gave a shit about was
hurting someone�s feelings. Let them
cry, he would kill them. There wa
we
weakness in the world of the Saiyans.
Nappa had failed him that way, had whimpered and said �Vegeta help
me�� Well, no way, buddy. Better off dead than weak. That was the way of the fucking world.

He
thrust again, felt something, felt a moan or a whimper, and blinked, cleared
the sweat out of his vision, looked down, saw Kakarot. Saw him.
Looked at him and his eyes and his flushed skin. At the endless muscles and the strength and
the way that he accepted Vegeta.
The way he was pinned under him, suspended on the knife�s edge of pain
and pleasure and still he was there.
Accepted him.

Understood
that sometimes there was darkness that encompassed everything. Sometimes rage could not be dealt out in
just a stroke of death. Sometimes it
burned inside of you and had to be avenged.
Needed to be expressed.

And
he stopped. Loosened his fingers from
digging so tightly into the skin under him that he had left purple-black
bruises. Breathed�felt his lungs
seizing, trying frantically to catch up with him. Swallowed.

Kakarot
just looked at him. Didn�t protest,
�t w�t whimper, didn�t cry or whine and tell him he was a freak. Didn�t ask him to stop or slow down or
expect anything from him but what he was.
That sort of acceptance was disgustingly comforting. To know that he had shown someone the very
worst parts of him, and it had not changed a thing. Radditz had submitted to him only because he had defeated the
man, had fought him every time for dominance, and lost every time. But Kakarot did not fight for it. Would never fight for it�not the same way.

In
fact, his lover stretched under him, rolled his hips up toward him, and smiled
a little half-smirk. �You cannot be
finished already.�

Not
nearly. He smirked, thrust into him
again�lazily�and said: �Are you sure you can take it?�

�I can
take everything you�ve got,� Kakarot said.
But without arrogance�amazingly.
With a little half-smile, a knowing smile. One that had seen and understood, and while he said it with a
laugh, he understood what was really being said.

How
could he stand it? Kakarot�the fucking
light of the universe, the brightest (and sometimes the dumbest) hero. The one that looked for good in everything
and fought to preserve but never to kill fought his enemies but never really
wanted them dead. Hell�he had converted
some of his enemies to his side.
Kakarot did not like death. Had
fought death his whole life. And here
was Vegeta, he who had handed death out like candy and would still be doing it
if not of the fact that he got sidetracked by Kakarot�s stupid ascension and
the need to be better than the other Saiyan.
Would be out there in the universe tracking down enemies to kill if not
for the fact that he had a son here.

Life
and Death did not mix. But here was
Kakarot, spread out under him, accepting his every fault and darkness,
spreading his legs and asking for it.
More of it, now please?

Unbelieveable.

�Oh
come on,� Kakarot said, whined and wiggled under him, �I promised I�d do my
laundry. You don�t have to torture me.�

He
looked down at the broad chest under him, saw the marks his teeth had left and
his fingers and felt oddly proud of it.
Had never been able to mark Bulma this way. Was always just a bit afraid that he would break her. Loved her�despite his efforts not to�but
could never let it all go. And here was
Kakarot, asking him to.

Now
he had the chance, and it wasn�t the same.
He dropped his mouth back down to the broad chest, ran his tongue over
the abused skin, moved inside of his lover again. Not viciously, not the way he
had been. Long strokes, lazily and
powerful. A slow rhythm that rocked
them both on the bed.

He
heard his name rumble in Kakarot�s chest, waited as it rolled out of his throat
and he cried out his name. Ran his
large hands over his back and jerked his hips back against him. Impatient, that was what Kakarot was. Impatient to a fault. So he pressed the legs up against Kakarot�s
sides and moved in him deeper, faster, and felt the shudders run through the
long body.

Loved
that. Felt the heady power as it rolled
through him, tightened in his gut and made his vision go blotchy again. He felt his skin get hot and slick again,
blinked his eyes to look at Kakarot, saw him clutching at the sheets with one
hand while he kept the other on Vegeta, anywhere he could, sought him endlessly
with that one hand, and Vegeta gave him his hand. Curled their fingers together and felt the grip tighten and
loosen with the thrusts.

No
flowers and candy here, Vegeta thought, but he did not hate Kakarot and would
not hurt him.

Not like
this.

There
was no pride in causing your lover pain.
Just a loss of pride, a cowardice that there was something you could not
reveal, even to the one you chose to stay by.
He was no coward.

~~~***

Goku had
half-expected to wake up to find himself utterly disgusted with himself or to
wake up alone. Neither such thing
occurred. He woke up with Vegeta�s back
pressed to his chest, listened to his mate sleep. Woke up to face the morning and thought as he looked out that
window, that he did not regret what he had done. Because he had done nothing wrong.

Several
times, too many times, he had stepped back, had restrained Vegeta and given
Tien the chance to just walk away from this fight. Had not provoked him, had not disputed his claims, just asked to
co-exist on this planet and not cause problems. But apparently, that was not enough for Tien. Apparently the hate had gotten too strong in
him to give him any peace. And that
fight would never have ended.

Until
Vegeta ended it.

More
than that, it had never been Goku�s fight.
Not really. Tien wanted Vegeta,
wanted him dead, wanted him humiliated�beaten or broke or crying. Wanted to push the Prince to the point where
he would attack, and then the fool had thought he could defeat the Prince. And while Goku, himself, would like to think
that he wouldn�t have given in, it was not him that was on the receiving end of
that hate.

It
was Vegeta, and yesterday, Goku had not asked him to stop being who he was. Had not squashed down that natural impulse
to defend pride by destroying the opposition to it. Had stood and watched the symphony of violence, and seen the
fight was won before it was even fought.
But, he chose to be with Vegeta, chose to wake up with him and go to
sleep with him, to wrap his arms around him and hold him. Kiss him and love him. Part of that was realizing there were things
that he did not agree with.

And
he didn�t feel bad for what he had done.
Felt sorry that Tien had pushed his own hate too far. Felt sorry that Vegeta had been pushed so
far, and worried about his mate. But
not that Vegeta would break or be evil, just that he would question himself. (As if that would ever happen.)

Still,
he woke up that morning�sore�and realized he had to wash his damn laundry
today. Wondered if a bit of whining
would get Vegeta to help him. Or maybe
they could just take the clothes over to Bulma�s and use her washer and that
way he wouldn�t have to do anything but play the idiot and ask someone to help
him get them started. (Once the laundry
was started and he was enough of an idiot to threaten the well-being of the
machinery, he was certain someone else would take over for him.)

Vegeta
yawned, rolled onto his back and looked at him. �You smell horrible,� he said.

�Its your fault,� Goku replied, �You made me stink.�

Vegeta pinched his nose, sat up and kicked the covers
off his legs so he could get out of bed.
�Now you are going to make yourself unstink,� he replied, �Find
something clean to wear if you can.�
Went to go start the shower.

�Heeeey,� Goku called as he got to his feet�he really
was sore a little there, what with all the bruises and hickeys and his poor ass
was very offended��Can we take the laundry to Bulma�s?�

�You are not making a pregnant woman wash your
clothes!� came the reply from the bathroom.

�How about my pesky son that keeps showing up
uninvited?� Grabbed the last of the
clean clothes out of the closet and pulled the wristbands�the only thing that
survived Vegeta the night before�off and tossed them on the pile. Went to the bathroom and stood in the
doorway as Vegeta considered his question.

�Hn,� was what he said, �That�s fine.�

Yes! He had
once again successfully avoided having to do his own laundry. Smiled gleefully as he dropped the last
clean gi on the sink and climbed into the shower with Vegeta. Accepted the bar of soap from his mate, and
hummed as he set about washing his arms, was very pleased to find that apparently
his stink was so great, Vegeta felt he needed to assist in the cleaning process
and was busily soaping up his stomach and lower back.

Stink did have its advantages.

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

It
might not show. And there�s a pretty
good chance nobody cares; but I wrote this ficcie last. (I wrote Group Therapy, Much Like
Suffocating, A Prince Among Men, and this one�in that order. One funny one to space between the two
ous ous ones. ;) Felt like sharing this info today. *notices audience skipped over this
paragraph to get to the funny end-notes*
Riiight, well going away now.

Gk:
Yeah! Sex!

Vegeta: Am I
like an angst magnet?

Gk: No,
you�re a sexy bitch.

Vegeta: I am
not a bitch.

Gk: But you
are sexy.

Vegeta:
Kakarot, you need to say �You are not a bitch, Vegeta.�

Gk: *Blink
* Why do you think you�re a bitch?

Vegeta: Oi.

Gk: I don�t
get it! Is this one of those
self-esteem things like those tapes Yamcha used to listen to? �No you are not a dope. No you are not a dope. Yes you have a role in DBZ, yes you have a
role.� ?

Vegeta:
*bangs head on wall * Why
me? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy me?!

Macha:

Oh,
I�m sorry dear. I�ll get them to have
some public sex sooner or later. *Goku
and Vegeta look high skeptical about this idea. *

Saiyajin Neko:

Oh
thankies! *sparkly eyed * I�m not a goddess. Just a person with (apparently) an incredibly high typing
speed. I was actually really proud of
Vegeta�s definition of Pride. So I�m
glad other people liked it too. Yeah!~

Jaygoose:

Okay,
first I screwed up the line. It�s �There�s
still life in the old lady yet!� and the movie was Interview with a
Vampire. Lestat said it when he found
Louis in the room with Claudia after he bit her. Lestat picks up the dead woman and dances around with her.

*smiling
so broadly jaw hurts * I loved the
whole rant. (I was listening to Eminem
and his very angry rap music when I
wrote it just to tick myself off enough to get it right. I always right really well when I get
angry.) But I was very proud of Vegeta�s
definition of pride. I think this is
the first story I�ve had that lives up to its title. (FINALLY, only took 33 chapters to get the actual �Meaning of
Pride� sheeeesh.)

And
you can definitely meet whatever challenge you chose, dear.

Sarkywoman:

Really? I�m on a recommended list? *feels so special * Thanks.

Chibi_no_oujo:

I
wonder why it�s a bad thing to be writing again too. O.o? I think it�s a great
thing! More folks should write! *loves getting people to write. *

And,
sigh, sadly Tien is really, really gone.

Mechanical Butterfly:

I
loved the Vegeta rant. *sobs * I really did. It was just so much fun to write. *sighs * I really do love
him now. (I still love Goku slightly
more, tho. Must remain loyal.)

Yes,
of course, there is a universal sign for �hand me the lube now, please?� haven�t
you noticed it in my other� *goes and
looks and realizes most of her other fics have female parts involved in them
* Weird. How�d that happen?

Actually,
the problem was, since I wrote this ficcie last (both yesterday and today), I
was building up the �pissed off Vegeta� mindset for it, and that made our dear
Geta turn out dominant. But it�s a good
thing. I like it when he gets all
dominant sometimes.

Ah,
I write a lot, very quickly. Made most
of my writerly friends in high-school hated my guts. (Or at least they were all envious of me.) I used to bring in everything I had written
the night before (when they were all doing their homework) and it would total
up to fifty some odd pages a day that I had written. Of different things. I
write like five or six stories at once, because I�m such a spaz (short, short
attention span) and I can�t focus on just one story unless it has a billion
side plots. *shrugs * That wasn�t bragging was it? Because the point of all that was to
say: I�ve had a lot of practice to
write so fast.

*Goten
and Lil�Geta look at one another and mouth the words �good �bad� way?� *

*Meanwhile,
Trunks and Gina plot ways to get even with Mechanical Butterfly for insinuating
anything about their mates. *

And 4000 HITS!
OMG!!!!! *dies *

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