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, some people 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.
*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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He
woke up the next morning and found the second half of the bed empty. Looked at it with a dispassionate
disappointment. Not in Kakarot, but in
himself for not realizing how very deeply this was affecting the big
idiot. Words and fists were one thing
for him, apparently, but when you start making the rest of it hurt, it became
something unforgivable. Vegeta
understood that, a little, but he had fought this battle a long time ago, had
seen the very darkest pits of the Saiyan instinct and had come out of it as he
stood today. This fight, for him, was
already fought and won.
He
got out of bed, pulled on pants and went out to find his lover. Kakarot was sitting in a nest (why on earth
he had made himself a nest, Vegeta could not fathom) in the front of their
house, looking up at the sun rising. He
turned, looked at Vegeta and smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, ‘Geta,” he said, “The house just got small.”
For a
moment, Vegeta just shook his head.
Realized that he probably should have realized Kakarot would revert
right back to his ‘help me I’m confused’ behaviors like he had right after his
wife had died. And the nest was the
biggest sign of that. Because a nest
made him feel like he was anchored somewhere in the world, and Vegeta didn’t
want to be the one to point out that it wasn’t a nest that did it. Didn’t want to think that he should be the
thing that anchored Kakarot, because in this battle, he really wasn’t. “We don’t have to fight today,” he said.
“Would
you hate me?” Kakarot asked, “If I…
Didn’t stop. Would you hate me
forever?”
“No.” That was the truth, not that Kakarot would
believe it. Vegeta couldn’t honestly
say that this had ever been called into question because he had never lost such
a battle that him and Kakarot were fighting.
Had never been forced into submitting, but remembered very clearly back
when he had first offered himself to Kakarot that he had never wanted it to be
forced. Had to stop now and think that
if he started these fights, if anything was being submitted or forced. Because he knew what they were
doing. And did it willingly.
“I
think I would,” Kakarot said, “Don’t let me, Vegeta. No matter what you have to do.
Don’t ever let me do that.”
“If
that’s what you want,” he said.
This
brought a smile to big oaf’s face.
“Thanks ‘Geta.” He didn’t climb
out of his nest, however, but waved his arms like he wanted Vegeta to come over
to him and sit in his little dent in the planet that he had filled in with
leaves and brush and stuff. Not exactly
the accommodating comforts that he wanted.
But he went over there anyway and stood at the edge of the nest.
“So,
are we going to fight today?”
“Uh…”
this was his son’s voice, “Probably not.
Mom’s in labor.” He was panting
(probably having just flew this distance at great speed.)
Kakarot
stood up and said: “Really?!” Then he
grabbed Vegeta and Trunks and IT’ed them (thankfully before he realized that he
would be taking them to a hospital and could stubbornly decide that he wasn’t
going.) When they were back to existing
they stood at Bulma’s side in one of the labor and delivery rooms. Goten was sitting at her side, and the two
of them were staring at the newcomers with identical big-eyed disbelief.
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta said, “You could have allowed me to get a shirt.”
“Oh,”
his lover said, “Sorry ‘Geta. Here take
mine.” Then he stripped off his shirt
and pulled it on over Vegeta’s head before he could say anything. “There you go.” As if he wasn’t now half naked in the middle of a public
place. (Of course, Kakarot probably
didn’t care who saw him naked.) He
glared at him as he put his arms through the large armholes in the shirt.
“Wow,”
Goten said, “I didn’t realize how much bigger Dad was. That’s…” he gave them a weird look. “Really amazing.”
The
door opened and a nurse came in, all-cheerful and ‘Hello, I have only air in my
head’ like. Stopped stock-still at the
newcomers that hadn’t checked in at the desk and stared quite blatantly at
Kakarot who was just there, showing off how muscular and attractive he
was.
“HELLO!”
Bulma shouted. “PREGNANT WOMAN IN LABOR
HERE!”
The
nurse snapped out of her little trance (which was good because Vegeta was going
to smack her and his mate for not smacking her sooner) and went back to the
cheerful little grin. Went over to
Bulma’s side, looked at the print out of the heartbeats and patted Bulma
happily. “You’re doing fine dear.” She scooted back out of the room, pausing a
moment to look at Kakarot once more, and then departed with a giggle.
“Why’d
she do that?” Kakarot asked.
Vegeta
felt the undying need to punch his clueless lover. His son buried his face in his hands, and Goten smirked. Bulma—despite the contraction—was also
smirking.
“What?”
Kakarot demanded, “Why was she staring at me like that?”
'> “Because
she wanted you, Dad. You know. Naked.”
This
made Kakarot’s mouth drop open in shock.
Then he blushed and shook his head like this was not a possibility. Which was adorable. Which is the way it better stay because if
he found out that Kakarot was having lecherous thoughts about anyone but him,
than Vegeta would kill him.
~~~***
Weird. Because after that first lady nurse came in
and giggled while she stared, it seemed that a new nurse lady came in every
single time. And they were coming in
every few moments, like there was a huge change in two minutes. He wasn’t exactly with Chichi when she gave
birth, so he didn’t know if this was normal or not, but he didn’t think that
Vegeta would get so annoyed if it were normal.
He was lingering on the idea of leaving to go get a shirt—possibly a
jacket to, just so he was completely covered and nobody could look at
anything—when his son stood up and came over to him. Took him to the side of the room and said:
“Dad,
I think it would be best if you went and finished getting dressed. If another girl comes in here and gawks at
you I think Vegeta is going to start killing them.” Then he patted him on the back and went back over to Bulma’s
side.
So,
that idea was decided for him. He IT’ed
home and rooted around the closet to find a shirt, pulled it on and then went
right back to the hospital. Found that
there was a girl standing on the threshold of the door, staring with big-eyed
fright at Vegeta who was just about growling with annoyance. Goten was covering his mouth—probably
laughing.
Trunks
hufand and stepped up to the poor girl, turned her around and pushed her back
out of the room. Said: “Please remember
you’re a professional.” Closed the door
and shook his head at them.
“Sorry,
‘Geta,” he said.
“Don’t
apologize,” Bulma said—currently between contractions—“You didn’t do anything
wrong. They did.”
“Hn,”
is what his mate said. Which really
broke down into: “He should have been wearing a shirt, so yes, it is his
fault.” Of course, Bulma also spoke
‘difficult Prince.’
“Vegeta!”
she shouted, “Don’t make me smack you.
I’m pregnant. You know I will!”
He ignored her.
And
Goku just stood there, shifted side to side and wondered just how long it took
to have a baby. He was pretty hungry,
after all. Hadn’t had breakfast
yet. Had spent the night thinking about
the horrible thing he would have done, and felt all locked up because there was
no way out but the way he was taking.
Fighting it out with his personal demons. So he’d left Vegeta’s side and went outside to build himself a
nest. Sat in it in the cool air and
waited for the sun to rise. But he
(foolishly apparently) had not eaten breakfast. And he was in a hospital.
Which he hated.
They
always made him nervous. (Mostly
because they kept needles and stuff here, and every time he came to a hospital
they just hurt him more.)
“You
know, maybe having Dad here isn’t the best idea,” Goten pointed out, “He
doesn’t look like he’s going to last very long.”
“Maybe
you two should go…” Trunks stopped and
tried to think of an end to that sentence.
Failed, apparently, because he looked absolutely stumped.
“Just
don’t spar,” Vegeta said.
“We
can eat then!” Goten said happily. Got
up again and came over to his father’s side.
Took his hand and waited for the IT to take them out of the
hospital.
Sarky Woman:
Yeah,
Vegeta ‘thinks’ of Goku as his ‘lover’ and Goku thinks of Vegeta as his ‘mate.’ If they said it outloud I hadn’t noticed but
I know they do that in their narrative.
Rotl: Hitting each other with handbags.
That’s hilarious. *falls over
dead * Oh, that was good.
Macha:
*pats
her* it’s okay. There’s bound to be a real lemon soon. (Consciously ignores the fact that it took
about 9 chapters to get to the first lemon in MoP) Besides, you could take those pom-poms over to Family Therapy and
root them on. They’re bound to be going
at it.
K-Gt:
'> o.O? No he doesn’t know about Radditz. I’ve been wondering when Vegeta was going to
say something about it. But…that would
be another mini angst fest (maybe) so…
Why do you want more angst?
*gives reviewer a weird look *
No j/k really.
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