Saiyan
Enlightenment

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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Vegeta
was eating when his not entirely pleased lover emerged (shivering) from the
shower. He was still toweling his hair
dry and dripping everywhere (which was just a way to annoy him.) He continued to eat and ignored the obvious
attempt to start a fight (or get even.)
Read over his ‘journal’ (Kakarot called it his journal because he didn’t
know what it was. Thus far he hadn’t
seen a reason to correct this title.)
He had considered writing it in Saiyan, but the amount of work that
would entail did not appeal to him, and he was forced to admit that the
language would probably die with him.

“I should
spank you,” Kakarot said with a frown.
Used the towel to mop up his lake of drips and then tossed it back into
the bathroom.

Vegeta
didn’t bother to reply to that statement, but silently tried to figure out if
Nappa or Radditz had ever (in all the time he knew them) said anything about
spanking anyone or if this sudden thing was somehow a byproduct of living on
earth.

“Vegeta,”
his lover said, “What are you writing?”

He
was actually rather proud that it had taken almost a full month for Kakarot to
open his mouth and ask that question.
Normally he would have just demanded it the first moment he saw
something he wasn’t familiar with, and for some reason that annoyed the shit
out of Vegeta. “I am writing down
everything I remember.” That was really
the only way to put it. The individual
things he remembered were pretty varied.

“Why?”

Another
thing that he despised. So he didn’t
reply to the question.

Kakarot
sighed. “So what are we going to do
now? I think I’ve got a handle on being
a Saiyan now…or at least enough that I won’t hurt anyone. The boys are okay. Gohan’s not a problem anymore.
Bra is healthy. …” He sighed then, like a child. “Vegeta I’m booooooored.”

“Would
you prefer to be fighting to the death against a super powerful alien?” he
asked dryly.

“Do
you think someone is going to attack?”
And he didn’t say that like he was upset about this prospect, in fact,
he was just a bit too happy about it altogether. Like a puppy begging for a treat he looked at Vegeta and waited
for his answer. “I mean, I love
sparring, but a real fight would be great!”

Only
Kakarot could wish for the world to be in immediate peril and make it
cute. It was a strange thing to be able
to do, and he almost envied him the ability (except Vegeta vowed never to be
cute because Saiyans were not cute, they were terrifying and they were
powerful. But not cute.) Then again, he wasn’t so sure he was going
to be seeing the cute side of his mate for a while after he came up with this
next idea. Briefly he considered offer
some introduction-type explaining and decided that it would be a waste of time.

“I
think we should revive Radditz,” Vegeta said.
Counted to five mentally and watched his mate’s eyes go wide, his fists
uncurled at his side, for one long moment there was no movement at all, only
blank staring and disbelief, then a blink.
A sucking in of breath and the explosive:

“WHAT?”

“I
said: I think we should revive Radditz.”

“No,”
Kakarot snapped, “I heard you, I just…you…why Vegeta?” Apparently not even the significantly more
Saiyan Kakarot could see the merits of his older brother. Then again, Kakarot probably had a list a
few miles long as to why he would be against this idea. Considering he knew about Radditz and Vegeta’s
former affairs, he died once to keep his brother from destroying earth, his
brother had kidnapped his child…but all in all, none of that was really any
worse than what Vegeta had done in the past.
Somehow he didn’t think Kakarot’s ability to accept his past would
extend to Radditz.

~~~***

There
was a finger that was running down his spine.
He felt it. He was determ
no
not to let it annoy him, and the finger was determined to annoy him into making
some sort of noise. But Trunks was
strong, he was going to ignore it. He
would prevail. Until the finger got
sucked into his boyfriend’s mouth and returned to stroking his back wet with
saliva and then he rolled onto his back, grabbed Goten by the hair and he
slobbered all over his cheek until Goten was yelling at him.

“Hey!”
his offended boyfriend said when he let him go, “I only got you a little
wet.” Set to wiping the slobber off his
cheek and grimaced. Grabbed a pillow
and scrubbed his face with it until he was blushing pink. “That’s just gross.”

“You
have a truly fascinating definition of gross,” Trunks said. Ran his hands through his knotted hair and
sat up facing his boyfriend.

“I
have a perfectly normal definition of gross,” was the response, “Nobody likes
to be spit on.” When he finished making
sure his face was entirely free of Trunks’ spit, he looked at him and cracked
one of those truly cheesy grins.

“What?”
Trunks asked. Didn’t like the way he
was being leered at. Didn’t like it one
bit, considering he had managed to avoid any sort of ‘so how did you like being
the uke?’ type questions for almost a full twentur hur hours now. It would be a real shame to have to answer
one now.

“You
know what,” Goten replied, “I know you do.
You have that ‘don’t ask me because I don’t want to say’ face on. So.
I’m asking: did you enjoy yourself?
Now answer.”

He
felt a blush-migraine coming on.
Considered what would happen if he ignored his boyfriend, maybe got up
and went to take a shower, hid behind his mommy until the mean question went
away and figured that in the end, Goten would just ask him again whether his
mother was there or not, and then she would know about their sex life (in
detail) and he would never be able to stop blushing—ever.

“Not
your preference, is it?” Goten asked.

“Not
really,” he said. That seemed like a
safe question to answer.

“Just
as well, I really like being uke. Too
much work to be on top.” It was
probably then that he realized his boyfriend was completely naked. Utterly naked. Just sitting there on his bed.
Naked. (Not that this was a rare
thing or anything.)

“Goten,”
he said, looking at the nakedness.
“What are you doing?”

And
he got a ‘duh’ glare in response.
“You’ve been sleeping for fifteen hours, Trunks, I was prepared to wake
you up anyway I had to. But since you
decided to wake up and slobber on me…”
A grimace, “I think we should train today. With clothes on.” Then he
stood up, hopped off the bed and set to pulling his clothes on.

He
whined. “Isn’t sex more fun?” Got out of bed with much less grace and
yanked on a pair of pants. Discovered
that all of his shirts were dirty and was too annoyed to go about washing them
now, so he went without a shirt and pulled his jacked on instead. (When you got tossed through mountains, you
learned to make sure your skin was at least partially covered.)

“Sex
is always more fun,” Goten replied, “But we have really been neglecting our
fighting. At this rate, Hercule will be
able to beat us in a month.”

That
was a truly sobering thought. He huffed
and followed his boyfriend out of their room, down to the kitchen where Bulma
was watching Goku as he danced around in place (rather funny) and screeched
about things but he didn’t stop to listen, just followed Goten out of the
building.

“What’s
wrong with them?” Trunks asked.

Goten
stepped up into the air and waited for him to follow (it did take concentration
to fly and he had just woken up) then said:
“Your dad said that Radditz should be revived and now my dad’s having a
heart-attack. Not sure why he’s talking
to your mom though.”

“Uh…because
she’s the only friend he’s got left besides Piccolo and my dad?” he said. They both knew just as well as the fathers
that all those other people were not friends anymore. Trunks, personally, would have labeled all those people ‘enemies’
and left it at that but the Sons were a lot more forgiving than the Royal
house.

“Why
would Vegeta want Radditz back? I
thought Radditz tried to kill Gohan or…well, maybe that’s why he wants him
back.” They stopped when they got to a
fairly flat abandoned stretch of land, and started to stretch.

“That’s
not it,” he said, “Dad grew up with Radditz around him. They probably did all sorts of shit
together.”

“Hmm…all
the more reason to leave him dead,” Goten muttered, not angrily, but there was
that implied sense of ‘your dad did a bad thing once’ which of course he knew
about, but they didn’t talk about it often.

“And
just what do you mean by…’