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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Trunks
shoved open his bedroom door, grabbed the shirt by the bottom and very
carefully peeled it up, balled it up where the most disgusting mess he had ever
seen was and holding that between two fingers used his other hand to yank it
over his head. Balled the whole mess up
and tossed in his trash can. “I am
NEVER having children,” he said. Looked
at Goten, who was sitting on his bed in his boxers, and upon Trunks’ statement
lifted the waist band of his shorts and looked inside.
“Well,
than it’s a good thing I can’t give you any.”
And as if to make sure, Goten stuck his hand in his boxers and felt
around for a moment. “Right, didn’t
think I had any of those things.”
“Do
you have any idea how gross that baby is?” Trunks demanded. Looked at his pants and saw that the mess
the child had made extended downward to his pants. Growled in annoyance and disgust and stripped them off quickly,
gave the mess a dispassionate glare and decided that the pants could be
saved.yes"> Figured it best to get those insanely angry thoughts out first so
he could work on the control factor.
Start large, work his way down.
Vegeta
stood opposite him, impervious as usual, and just waited for him to find this
thought that would tick him off enough that he would attack with the intent to
conquer. Not that he really wanted to,
and not that he felt any venom toward Vegeta, but both of them knew that if
Goku fought the one he really wanted to (Gohan) the other one probably wouldn’t
make it through the first few minutes of the fight at this point. Besides, Goku—the rational part of him that
he considered his core being—did not want to fight his own son. He just wanted Gohan to leave Vegeta
alone. To stop repeating that stupid
question ‘How could you’ like a mantra in his mind until Goku was deaf from the
stupidity of that question.
How
could he what? Be himself? What a fucking crime.
And
he looked up, saw Vegeta looking at him, felt the anger that burned through him
just as simply as that, and the confusion that maybe he had no idea who he
was. What he was. How to be something in this world that
demanded everything from everyone all the time and hated it when they were not
more important the individual. How dare
his son demand that he give up everything that made him happy just so poor
little Gohan’s delicate senses didn’t get offended.
Because
that’s all it was. Gohan was just upset
because Vegeta wasn’t a girl. It had
nothingdo wdo with anything else.
Nothing to do with the fact that Vegeta had once almost killed Gohan, or
that he had once been a less than perfect person. (He wasn’t a person though, was he? He was a Saiyan.) Gohan
was all upset his Daddy was fucking and getting fucked by another man. That was it.
And
that was truly stupid.
Goku
felt Vegeta’s foot in his gut and blinked, realized that he had been fighting
without even being aware of it. Pulled
back, felt instincts rise in him, and the human voice in his mind (strangely,
this sounded just like Chichi) and it was screaming that he needed to stop
before he did something bad. (That
human voice should have chosen someone he had less experience ignoring.) He punched Vegeta. Caught the fist that was aimed at his face, and then the second
one, stood his ground and felt the rise of power as they struggled against one
another. Both seething with their
instincts, trying to win this fight the same they had always tried to win.
He
watched Vegeta, felt his power in his hands, through those gloves, and found
himself attracted to that power. Wanted
to know what it was about that determination, the strange sort of purpose in
the way the Prince fought that was so insanely attracting. Let his hand slip from grasping Vegeta’s
fist to his wrist and pulled his arm up, kicked the Prince so he was turned
around and then crushed the smaller body back against his. Caught the second arm—freed by the kick—and trapped
it as well.
Held
on as Vegeta yelled and fought against the hands on him. Wiggled and twisted and tried to kick, rose
his powerlevel and tried to break free, but other than bruising a great deal of
Goku he was not having very much luck.
It was fun to feel him try though, rather nice to be able to hold him
while he worked so hard and tried so nicely to get away. Tightened his hands on the wrist and then
felt something change, was shoved back by an explosion of ki, and landed three
foot in the dirt. Tried to get up, but
there was a hand in his hair that hauled him out, threw him again so that he
landed on his stomach, and he scrambled back to his feet, only made it to his
knees, and Vegeta stepped on the back of his neck, held his head down and chuckled.
Goku
felt the human instincts winning out over the Saiyan ones, and there was a
strange moment of panic, followed by a weird sense of calm, he concentrated for
a second and disappeared. Reappeared standing,
looked at Vegeta as the Prince dropped his leg back down and crossed his arms
over his chest.
“Was
that it?” Vegeta asked.
“Not
hardly,” he replied. Kicked the shorter
Saiyan, and moved up into the air.
Liked to fight there better, because gravity didn’t apply and he was
supposed to be shoving his Saiyan instincts into this. Saiyans could fly. Humans not so much.
Vegeta followed him, brushed the dirt off his battle suit and his
gloves. Looked at Goku and waited for
the next attack.
Which
came as a punch, one that was blocked and Vegeta kicked him in the gut
again. (His poor abused stomach decided
them to remind him that a bruised belly meant he couldn’t eat as freely.) He growled in annoyance, kicked Vegeta in
the gut and sent him flying back. Curled
his hands into tight fists and felt the Saiyan take over again, that sense that
he had to catch Vegeta and defeat him.
Not
that Vegeta, it seemed, had any intention of allowing himself to be
defeated. He just came back for more of
the fight. Strong enough to be an
annoyance to Goku, and yet that annoyance just fueled the attraction, made
Vegeta worthy of the fight, and that was both extremely satisfying and a bit
frightening.
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Gasp!
Goku: You know
what would be good right now?
Vegeta: *rolls
eyes * Sex?
Goku: Huh. Didn’t think of that. It would be good right now. *starts stripping *
Vegeta: what do
you mean, you didn’t think of that? You
always think of that!
Goku: I was going
to say lasagne.
Vegeta: *sweat
drop *
Goku: Come on,
strip already! This is easier to do
with no clothes on.
Jaygoose:
Ow?
Don’t be made at Vegeta, he was just paying Goku back for doing the same thing
to him. And Lol. Yeah, Goku has
terrible timing.
Saiyajin Neko:
Ah,
perhaps a computer expert is the best way to go. Kicking the computer could inadvertently hurt something. *glares at computer just to let it know that
this does not mean she will stop kicking it should it misbehave. * ;)
LovesTorture:
Don’t
hyperventilate! How will you review
then? I mean… That would be bad.
Macha:
*tosses
a mop in her general direction * You’re
drool is getting the pages wet. ;)
Anyway… Vegeta is seeming pretty insistent about
this training thing. Perhaps he, too,
wants a dominate Goku. *ponders this * Hmm…I wonder.
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