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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In the end, the conversation was
lost. Kakarot managed to stand still
and glare at him for a few minutes, but that was it. He disappeared and stayed gone for the rest of the day, half of
the night, and when he did come home he ignored Vegeta and went to bed. The big idiot slept half-hanging off the bed
just so he wouldn’t risk being close to Vegeta.
So when he woke up the next
morning it wasn’t much of a surprise to see his lover sitting there glaring at
him still, but it was a much more relaxed glare than yesterday’s. All in all, Kakarot seemed almost rational
sitting there glaring at him.
“Why do you want to bring him
back, Vegeta?”
“I don’t want him,”
Vegeta said, it was probably the most important thing that he make this clear
up front. Considering his past was less
than sparkling. Kakarot hade toe to
Bulma and that was a message as clear as just saying: I don’t trust you not to
leave me if I agree to this. Which
would have hurt, but he understood that impulse on Kakarot’s part to be jealous
and suspicious.
“Why bring him back?”
“Because, Kakarot, there is a
possibility that there are more of us out in the universe. Half breeds like our sons and Radditz knows
more about the out planets than you or I do.”
That sounded rational.
Normal. He neglected to say that
one of those halfbreeds could be Kakarot’s niece but the way his lover was
reacting didn’t prompt him into telling him.
“A lot of people know about the
out planets,” was Kakarot’s intelligent response.
“Kakarot, why don’t you just say
why you don’t want him revived…”
“WHY? Uh…because he kidnapped my son.
Because he beat the shit out of me?
Because I DIED to kill him?”
Right. “Kakarot,” he said very calmly, “I beat the shit out of you. I almost killed your child—would have killed
your child if not for the interruption.
I killed more people that Radditz ever did, or did it not occur to you
that the reason I let him leave my side was because I didn’t care if he lived
or died?” Pause, let that sink in. “Yes, Kakarot, I fucked Radditz. A lot.
That was years ago. And if he
tries anything the two of us are more than capable of killing him again.”
“Its different than that. You changed voluntarily Vegeta. You stopped killing people. How do you know that Radditz will? He wanted me to kill a hundred people!”
“Of course he did. That was what you were sent here for. He will do what I tell him to do. I am his Prince.” Then he got out of bed and looked at Kakarot. He didn’t look anymore convinced, and quite
honestly Vegeta didn’t think he’d ever get the big one convinced of his
brother’s merits. (The difference in
Vegeta and Kakarot’s definition of ‘merits’ might be responsible for that.)
“But why did you think of this
idea?”
“I think Radditz might have a
child somewhere.” That and he was bored
to tears just like Kakarot. This
fighting and sex thing was great but even it was getting just a little bit
monotonous especially now that all the other z-fighters were leaving them
be. (Apparently killing one of the
ranks made you an outsider. Had he
known that he probably would have killed the three-eyed bastard much earlier.)
“Can’t we just go ask him about
it and leave him dead?”
Yes, Vegeta, he asked himself,
why can’t we just ask him about it and leave him dead? That was a perfectly rational thing to do that
was devoid of dangerous side effects like having Radditz go feral on them, or
having to kill the long haired bastard if he tried anything. But there was something. Just something, some ridiculous part of him
that wanted Radditz alive again. Wanted
to see him, and kick him in the balls.
“Wait a minute,” Kakarot said,
“Do you mean that you want us to go look for more of us?”
~~~***
“Yes,” Vegeta said. Stood there and looked at him like he
couldn’t understand just what in the hell Goku’s problem was.
Gee. Lets see. His mate wanted
to revive his dead brother who was in HFIL for being an EVIL BASTARD. His mate wanted to revive a man he used to
FUCK A LOT. Somehow he couldn’t get
just what Vegeta wasn’t getting about this being a bad idea. Sure, he was powerful enough now that he
could defeat Radditz (provided, of course, that Radditz hadn’t been training
while dead and didn’t come back bursting full with power because he had
died.) “Well,” he said, “Isn’t that
enough? I mean, do we have to involve
Radditz at all?”
“Kakarot,” Vegeta said, “You are
being a baby.”
No. He wasn’t. He was being a
perfectly sane Saiyan who was starting to seriously think that the answer to
this problem involved staging a battle against Vegeta, winning said battle,
dragging his mate back to any surface that looked convenient and screwing him
until this idiotic idea was completely forgotten. However, at this juncture, he just stood up and glared at Vegeta. “No I’m not.”
“What harm can it do?”
“WHAT HARM CAN IT DO?!” He
shouted. “Saiyans DESTROYED PLANETS
VEGETA! What harm can it do? He’s got a tail, doesn’t he? Giant monkey’s tend to cause damage, you
know.”
“You would ask for your tail
back if you had the chance,” Vegeta countered, “And don’t bother denying
it. You would. A Saiyan should have his tail.”
He thought about it for a few
seconds and tried really valiantly to say that he wouldn’t want his tail back,
that he wouldn’t purposefully put people in danger knowing what he could become
with that tail, but he thought about it, felt a distinct absence on his
back. He could feel the whole scar, and
it made him sad. He should have a
tail.
“See?” Vegeta said.
“A tail and a murdering Saiyan
are two different things, Vegeta.”
“You don’t give a damn about a
single person he killed, Kakarot,” Vegeta said, moved closer to him and gave
him a snide wolfish smirk. A feral look
on his face and it made him brace himself against whatever was going to be
said. “You only care that I fucked
him.” He lowered his voice when he said
it and looked at him, emanated masculinity in that moment, fertility and
virility and it was pretty damn annoying.yes"> That is a tough one. I
think the ‘best one’ I’ve written is a toss up between MoP and Moments. The most fun? …the Therapy verse! I
love that, it’s hilarious. APAM,
Cross-eyed, Mental Therapy. Hormone
Therapy was great too. *recalls
torturing folk. * I think my favorite
gag of all, though, was Yamcha screaming: “My eyes! My eyes!” Wasn’t that in
More of Us? *Looks around * (Now that I’ve over answeyouryour question…)
Seeya
guys on Monday!
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