The Meaning of Pride | By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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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
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Goku
heard what Vegeta said. “Stop being
such a fucking human.” Heard what Gohan
had said: “How inhuman can you be?”
Felt the instant reaction in him, the climax of spending all his time
caught between his son and Vegeta and trying to figure how to behave to make
everyone happy. And he just had
it. He wasn’t going to think before he
spoke anymore, he wasn’t going to give them all that ‘pat pat’ talk bad about
one another in presence, it’s okay, I don’t mind. He wasn’t going to stand here and feel bad about himself because
he knew that Vegeta would leave him if someone found out the ‘truth.’
No. He wasn’t going to do it anymore.
Naturally,
but the time he finished his little screaming session, Vegeta was more than
prepared to point out a few things himself—didn’t quite scream like a child,
but he was pissed enough.
“Yes,”
Vegeta snapped, “I can let them think whatever they way, Kakarot. They all lick the very ground you walk on
and praise your every power and idiot grin!
They have all died to protect you Kakarot and around in their fucking
fan clubs talking about how much better you are than everything. So sure,” he snapped, “Let them think that
I’m fucking you. But that’s not good
enough for anyone is it? I’m still evil
and sick to them for doing it. Just
like you’re pathetic and weak for letting me!
They don’t want to tell you but they’re afraid of you just the same as
they are of me. The only difference is
as long as they can keep you feeling like a fucking moron everything is
fine! They don’t have to worry about
you killing them because they don’t think you’re smart enough to figure out
HOW!”
Well,
wasn’t that just a fucking happy revelation to top off his list of happy
revelations? Not only was he not Saiyan
enough for Vegeta, now he was too stupid to figure out how to kill
something. But everyone was afraid of
Vegeta and that was the reason that his and Vegeta’s life was hidden away like
some big dark secret that was worth killing over.
“Gee,
thanks Vegeta,” he snapped.
Didn’t feel happy, didn’t feel stupid, didn’t feel like he should just
forget they were having an argument and let everything be made all better
because he was pissed off and he had waited TOO MANY years to be pissed off to
let the occasion pass so quickly.
Vegeta
snapped: “I didn’t say I thought it.”
“Like
that makes a difference,” Goku retorted, “You said it. And as soon as Tien mentioned how you were…”
he struggled here to think of exactly what Tien had said “Taking it up the ass”
that was an incredibly vulgar thing to say “You killed him… Like it was…” he was cut off here by Vegeta who moved to punch him. WHICH WAS FINE WITH HIM! He wanted to FIGHT. “Horrible secret,” he finished before he
grabbed Vegeta and tossed him away from the house (no need to destroy that) and
to the open field where they had fought so often.
Vegeta
caught himself before he hit anything and drove back at Goku, kicked him and
knocked him back—but other than the slight loss of breath, didn’t make that big
of an impact. When his mate tried to
kick him again he caught his leg, brought his own around and kicked him in the
head, knocked him hard to the left without letting go of his leg and threw him
back down toward the ground.
Also
noticed that Vegeta did not dispute that Goku was some sort of dark secret that
he didn’t want to admit. (His mind
pointed out that Vegeta told Bulma so he couldn’t have been ashamed of him. In fact, telling Bulma was pr ind indicative
that the Prince was less than ashamed, so why was he fighting about it
again? And he promptly ignored himself
in favor of the fight.) Then there was
the slight fact that he wasn’t ‘Saiyan’ enough for the good Prince. So what would a Saiyan do in a moment like
this? Beat the shit out of his opponent
is what he would do.
Vegeta
managed to land another kick, but Goku caught him around the neck and drove him
straight down the ground—held him down and felt the hands wrap around his
wrist, saw how very angry he had made Vegeta and thought—vindictively—that he
was happy that he had gotten under the man’s skin again.
“Is
this what you want, Vegeta?” he demanded, “Would it make you happy if I held
you down? Is this Saiyan enough!” He kept the one hand on Vegeta’s throat and
used the other to shove down one of his legs, pinned the other leg to the
ground by kneeling on it and except for the hands that were bruising his arm,
he had immobilized the Prince.
“What
makes you think I would let you?” Vegeta demanded.
“What
makes you think I won’t?” Goku snapped back.
“Or are you afraid to find out?”
And wasn’t that fucking insane, because he was angry—very angry and at
the same time he felt a deep disappointment in himself—and at the same time, he
was very aroused.
“I’m
not afraid of you,” Vegeta replied.
Didn’t stop struggling for his freedom though, and Goku knew that he
wouldn’t, because that wasn’t part of the deal. Saiyans never gave in, they never gave up, and as he looked at
his paler hand wrapped around the bronze throat he felt something rise inside
of him that really scared him—strange how he was the only thing in the world
that could do that—and he let the Prince go, fell back and landed on his
ass.
Could
not believe it had gone that far.
Didn’t want to look at Vegeta.
Didn’t want to have to watch him walk away or hit him or hate him or any
of those things. So he ducked his head
and waited for it.
~~~***
Trunks
was a noisy creature. A very noisy
one. It was almost like he had no
respect for his poor pregnant mother trying to sleep. No, he was making all sorts of noises. Whimpers. Moans. Curse words. And despite what Goten had tried to do to shut him up, it had yet
to work. So he did it the old fashion
way—covered his mouth. Slapped his hand
over to his friends mouth and smirked at him when this made Trunks jerk—wasn’t
expecting it apparently—and that jerk was a very satisfying sort that lifted
him up off the bed and drove tardnardness inside of him straight against his
prostate.
Not
that his hand on Trunks’ mouth was going to slow anything down, other than now
he had to concentrate a little to stay upright. Looked down at his mate and shifted so his legs were folded at
the knees and he now had the leverage to lift and lower himself even without
the hands on his hips helping him out.
Of
course, now that his friend was quiet it was brought to his attention that he
wasn’t exactly silent himself, and he and to bite on his own knuckle to keep
from making too much noise. (Considering
Bulma was trying to sleep and all.) So
what a pair they made, straining against one another, pounding their hips
together and fighting to get to the part where everything imploded and then
exploded, and they weren’t making a noise other than the muffled little curses.
Weird,
how that happened.
It
got to that point wherever movement was almost painful, where the rhythm was
lost as he grimaced around his own knuckle and jerked without any sort of grace
at all. Fought to get past this part where
he felt like he could fall forever, and Trunks took advantage of his moment of
distraction to flip them over.
(Accidentally freed his mouth from Goten’s hand in the process.) Moved inside of him, deeply and
quickly. Bared his teeth and his eyes
fluttered but stayed open.
Goten
put his hand on Trunks shoulder, pulled his legs up towards his chest and felt
that peak right there, felt that any second now it would just explode and
everything would be perfect. Reached
for it and panted around his hand and felt his whole body pushing back, begging
and needing it. And it was Trunks’ hand
on his erection that pushed him over that edge, and he arched his back,
screamed out silently—couldn’t hardly breath—and felt Trunks push into him
again, felt his release and let his hand drop away from his mouth.
Ah. What a great way to pass a few hours.
Trunks
collapsed on his side of the bed, panted to catch his breath—Goten loved how he
could make Trunks so flustered all the time—and then he huffed out one last
time. Looked at the clock on his
floor—it hadn’t always been on the floor, but after they knocked it off four
times, they figured that is where it wanted to stay—and then huffed again.
“We’ve
got to get Mom dinner soon.”
“Maybe
we should take a shower so we’re at least presentable again?” Goten didn’t
really care one way or the other, but he knew that Trunks would like up like a
red flare if his mother sniffed his most recent activities. (Which always amused him, but he figured
they should at least try to be decent little Saiyans.)
“Yeah. Besides, would you want to eat anything made
by us right now?”
“That
is a good point.” So he got out of bed
and grabbed his pants off the floor.
(Didn’t put them on, but instead grabbed a towel off the dresser—it was
clean—and wrapped it around his waist.)
“Come on slow poke.”
Trunks
snorted. “To think, most the time you appreciate my dedication.”
“This
is not one of those times, Trunks.” He
gave him a grin and just as he did, he felt something strange move through
him. Break through the fog of happy
sated thoughts and drive that fear back into his gut. That somehow Tien had brought about that fight between his father
and Vegeta and something awful was going to happen.
Which
was ridiculous, really, because the two of them really did like each other
now. Still, something was there, even
Trunks stopped and looked. Waited for
the rising of ki and the beginning of a battle, and Goten bit his lip—hoped he
was wrong, hoped that rise in power never came.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Oi. That stupid fight scene up there is not my
favorite. I don’t like it too
much. But the NEXT set of POV’s about
it are better. So feel free to tell me
that you didn’t like the fight. I’ll
understand.
Vegeta: You
know if we keep this fighting up, not only will this story never end, we’ll
never get laid again.
Goten: I got
laid!
Gk: Well
GOOD FOR YOU! *pouts *
Vegeta:
Really, Goten, it’s just bad taste to mock people like that.
Goten: I
wasn’t mocking, I was bragging.
Gk:
Whatever. It’s still mean. *looks down between his legs and gives his
nether parts a little sad pat* It’s
okay, soon we’ll get sex again. *Nether
parts look skeptical *
Vegeta: I’m
going to regret asking this. But
*heaves a sigh * How exactly does your
‘nether parts’ look skeptical?
Gk: *points
downward * Like that.
Vegeta: And
how did you get naked?
Gk: Its best
to assume I’m always naked.
SaiyajinNeko:
I
read your first review where you’re all “awww. That was cute.” And I was like o.O? Then I figured you were talking about the
chapter before the last chapter. (No
way Goku and Vegeta fighting is cute…well, when they fight about real things.)
Hectate18:
*cough
* No comment.
Buuuuuuuut,
It’s good to know that you’re patient.
;)
Macha:
Ah,
the brownies are probably less than wholesome considering MB’s evil character
made them. (So don’t eat them.) *notices the Saiyans scarfing down the
brownies * Oi. That’s probably why they’re fighting.
*Piccolo
smirks some more. *
Jaygoose:
Huh. Still, (seeing how I know what the next
chapter is like and you don’t) I think
Goku’s being a little ‘over-reactive.’
But *sigh * I love the guy so I’ll hug him! *runs off to do this *
Getarian:
Hmm. *bites tongue * Oh, I had this whole response where I pointed out Goku’s POV, but
I didn’t want to use it because that would make the whole next chapter repetitive. *sighs *
So I’ll just keep my response small.
Say that yeah, Vegeta’s been doing a lot of the ‘giving’ and now
(despite the way it looks now ) its time for Goku to figure out what he’s
willing to ‘give’ (or gain.)
As
for the hugging. Yeah, don’t see the
Saiyans as huggers. And while yes,
Vegeta did a great thing in admitting he told Bulma, that’s “words” and Goku
doesn’t strike me as the sort of person that responds completely to just “words.” Now if Vegeta took him to Bulma’s house and
sat down and had a whole conversation about their sex life, Goku would be like ‘oh
yeah!” and all would be fine. (Not that
Goku wants that or anything, I’m just saying.
It’s a gesture, not a word.)
And
*bites tongue again * Oh, I have to say
it: Goku is a passive-aggressive person
(in my opinion) and you’re right he should have just said what was really
bothering him before he got in a fight.
But as a passive-aggressive person myself, I never tell a soul what’s
bugging me. Ever. I get really upset and it’s a silly thing
that always sets it off, and I’ll stay angry at something th’m n’m not really
angry at until I figure out what it really is bugging me. Than everything is peachy again. (I, of course, don’t get in fist-fights with
my boyfriend I just clean a lot.) So,
(really I say this is the first time Goku’s had to deal with so many emotions)
this is the first time Goku’s been ‘aggressive’ outside of a fight. It’s a new experience for him. And He’ll have to learn to control it, or
spill the beans before it gets to that point.
(The same way Vegeta agreed not to fight Goku’s ‘friends’ for all that
time, like you mentioned, and let himself be restrained. ) So.
Yep. That is all I have to say.
*goes
to put ice on her bleeding tongue. *
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