Adult-FanFiction.org : Gundam, Beyblade, DBZ, FMA

Saiyan Enlightenment	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Saiyan Enlightenment
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-29
- 31-30
- 32-32
- 33-33
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40/End
- 7
- 8
- 9
Saiyan
Enlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride

Card

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. Unexpla gre 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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

Unbelievable.

If anyone had asked him
yesterday, or even a few hours ago, which would win this particular fight, he
would have resolutely said that it would have been him. But, to himself where nobody could hear and
thus it was safe to think, he would have admitted that it probably wouldn�t be
him. He would have bet his money on
Kakarot winning. That was truly sad, he
realized, but he was honest with himself about his shortcomings. If he wasn�t he wouldn�t be alive today
because you can�t train to overcome your problems if you aren�t conscious of
them.

Still.

He
would never have believed (although he certainly would have acted like he did)
that he would have actually defeated Kakarot.
Here he was, staring with absolutely no sense of reality, because he had
Kakarot�s arm twisted behind his back, one hand holding it there and the other
pressed against the man�s hip. His
thumb was pressnto nto one of the hollows on his back, just bare inches from
Kakarot�s tail-spot. Which is probably
one of the reasons his lover had given up the fight.

It
made Vegeta wonder about their father, because he had tackled Radditz down and
forced him to give up the struggle, but then there were times when all it took
was twisting his arm and pressing a finger against that spot on his back. Made him soft like jelly under him and all
panting and breathless. But Kakarot
wasn�t Radditz, and he was proving that with every thing he did. Because he had fought his way out three such
holds.

Now
he was trapped once more and too tired to actually fight his way out of
it. Vegeta panted, held the hand there,
saw the muscles straining and the shoulder stretched out to the point that
should he twist a little more it would be very painful. Now it probably ached, and Vegeta found this
somewhat satisfying. He moved the hand
from his lover�s back to his stomach, heard Kakarot sigh. He was holding himself up�rather
unsteadily�with his other arm, and he turned his head and looked at Vegeta.

�What
now?� he asked.

�What
would a Saiyan do?� he asked. Pressed
his hand against the hardness between Kakarot�s legs. Ran his fingers up and down Kakarot�s erection, thought for a
moment and waited for Kakarot to nod his head.
�Fuck you.�

This
made his lover whimper and he jerked on his arm, Vegeta let him move it a
little, to get the pressure off his shoulder, and then considered what he was
going to do now. Tapped his fingers
against Kakarot as he did this, rising a little gasp every time his fingertips
hit the hardness. Those little noises
were driving him to distraction.

�And
what are you going to do?� Kakarot asked.
His head dropped forward and he panted to catch his breath. Nine hours of straight fighting could do
that to a person. Especially
considering Kakarot�s rather voracious appetite and the fact that he would
often leave in the middle of fight just to eat.

�First,�
Vegeta said, released his hold on his lover�s wrist and pulled back. Pulled Kakarot to his feet. �We�re going to eat.�

Kakarot
gave him one of those truly dazzlingly unsaiyan smiles, and probably would have
set about bouncing and hopping everywhere if not for the amazing amount of
energy he had expended. More than
Vegeta because Kakarot�s energy had to be divided between fighting and
controlling himself. �Really? Can we have donuts?�

He
would have smacked his head, but a head-butt earlier had given him a rather
impressive bruise, and he wasn�t a glutton for pain. So he just shook his head and started off toward their home. It was a long walk, but there was no way he
was going to let Kakarot IT them when he was drifting back and forth while just
walking. It would just be asking for an
early demise to have Kakarot IT them anywhere.

�Yes,�
he said, �We can have donuts.�

�Oh,�
was the reply, �Good. You know,
Vegeta,� there was a jaw-cracking yawn, �I�m really tired.�

~~~***

Goten
had teased Trunks for two days about his distaste for the child and her
messes. But really, he understood. Because above most things in life, Trunks
really liked to stay clean. In fact, by
comparison, he was downright prissy. So
he waited patiently for his boyfriend to finish his shower, spent this time
waiting by sprawling out on their bed, legs spread and arms over his head, with
his fingers tapping against the wall endlessly.

He
was bored.

He
was horny too.

Bored. Horny.
Saiyan.

Never
good things when put together. And
after this shower (to once again make sure that anything the child might have
soiled her brother with was absolutely gone) he was going to solve two problems
with one stone, so to speak. All he had
to do was manage to keep from doing something until Trunks made his prissy way
from the bathroom to their bedroom.
That couldn�t be that hard.

He
smirked. Hard. Why yes, it could in fact be hard. It was hard. Right now even.

The
word he had meant was difficult. It
couldn�t be that difficult to sit and wait the whole minute and a half that it
took for his boyfriend to walk from the shower to his bed. At least he didn�t think it would be
difficult, he could be wrong. Because
already he was thinking dirty little thoughts about how things were hard. Of course it would be nice if his boyfriend
were in here and hard that would be great.
Very great.

Look
at that, apparently lecherous thoughts worked to summon one�s lover. Trunks stopped in the doorway and took in the
undoubtedly indecent sight of his Goten all spread out on his bed, waiting for
him and then closed the door as fast as he could without slamming it. Blushed bright red from the bottom of his
stomach to the tip of his forehead.
Which was adorable.

�What
are you doing?� Trunks asked.

�Waiting.�

The
dirty clothes were dropped in the perilously large pile, and Trunks made his
prissy way over to the bed, slid onto it and looked at Goten very
seriously. �Waiting for what?�

�New
years,� Goten replied. Gave him a
smirk, and then reached up and pulled him down, pressed his dry skin to the
damp skin of he who had just gotten out of his hour long shower. Kissed him and slid his hand down Goten�s
stomach and pressed his fingers against the waistband of his boxers. Didn�t slip them under but just toyed with
the elastic band for a moment.

�Don�t
let me stop your waiting.�

�No,
please don�t. I wast abt about to put
my own hand down my pants. So if you
don�t mind moving yours.� He ran his
hand overtop of Trunks� and felt the shiver that started in the hand on his
stomach and went all the way up his body until Trunks had shook straight down
to his toes.

�By
all means,� was what he said. Moved his
hand away from Goten�s stomach and moved back, watched him with raised
eyebrows.

Goten
liftis his hips up off the bed and stripped off the boxers, tossed them across
the room to the pile of dirty clothes and then leaned back into the pillows,
kept one arm above his head and slid the other one down his body, spread his
legs open wide and gave Trunks a lecherous grin. Curled his fingers around his erection and murmured nothing, just
made the Mmmm noise because it made Trunks blush.

Everything
made Trunks blush.

He
stroked himself slowly, measured strokes and a rather loose hold, just
leisurely set about making all his skin warm up, and sensitized his own flesh
from where his fingers were wrapped around himself to the long line of his arm
against his stomach and chest. Lowered
his eyelids until he could barely see through his own lashes, and whimpered,
rolled his hips up and open wider, and made Trunks visibly react to that one,
so that his hips jerked forward.

Without
stopping, Goten murmured again and said: �Is it New Years yet?�

That
question was answered with Trunks lunging forward and covering his mouth with
his own, his hand covered Goten�s and moved it faster on him so that he was
panting and pushing his hips up without even meaning to. Opened his mouth so Trunks could invade it
and felt himself being jerked over, his legs opened around Trunks� hips and he
gasped again, whimpered and the hand on his hardness moved from there to his
thigh, held it open and shifted his weight so he could reach over and grab the
lube off the side table. Fought with that
for a moment (stupid screw on caps) until it was open and then squeezed it out
and slipped his finger inside of Goten.

�Must
be,� Goten whispered breathlessly.
Moved his hand away from his erection and raised it over his head with
his other, let Trunks pull him up and whimpered again as another finger pushed
into him. But when the fingers left, he
pushed Trunks back, loved that confused look he got, and turned over, smirked,
raised his rather nice rear into the air and gave his boyfriend that ever expectant
look that never failed to both make him blush and make him horny.

Trunk
pressed his palm against the scar from his tail and pushed into him as he
pressed down on that scar. The combined
sensations of being impaled on that hardness and the pressure on that scar was
enough to make him rip the sheet his hands were clenching, and he heard his
boyfriend�s chuckle.

�And
a happy new year it is,� Trunks said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******

*sobs
* The count hath beaten me once more!

Goku: Hey, wasn�t
there supposed to be sex for me?

Vegeta: *hands him
plate of lasagna*

Goten: Yeah,
everyone knows that lasagna is just as good as mind blowing sex.

Trunks: *nods *

Goku: I might be
an idiot, but I�m not stupid!

Vegeta: Just eat the
damn lasagna so we can go get on with the sex.

Lenora:

*tosses
pillow under her face * Yeah, I never
thought you�d see the day either.
;)

Saiyajin Neko:

Lol. Thanks.
Well, far be it for me to keep you bouncing off the walls. So hope you enjoyed the chappie.

Webtester01: s">

Okay,
okay okay!

Jaygoose:

Poor
Trunks. Too lazy to do laundry so he�ll
throw his clothes away. One of the downfalls of being rich, I guess; you don�t
have to wash your clothes, you can just toss them.

Macha:

*sigh
* Yeah, Goku�s having those weird
fade-outs, something�s bound to happen.
*sigh * And Trunks is just being
dramatic. I remember being� Actually no, I can�t say I was grossed out
by my little sister when she was born.
I took care of her as soon as my mom let me and no complaining. Huh.
*looks at Trunks and shakes head at his wimpiness*

Mechanical Butterfly x5:

Wow,
thanks for all those really nice things that you said. Glad that I can get real emotions into the
writing. Like I�ve said before, that
was one of my problems when I first started writing, and I have only recently
seemed to get the hang of it. It really
means a lot to hear you say that. So
thanks.

Lol. I loved Goku putting his shirt on
Vegeta. Had this great mental image of
it. *sighs * Unfortunately I can�t draw or I�d make a piccie.

O.o?
You can blast people? *backs away
slowly * Please don�t kill me. I�m not a nurse. *hides camera behind her back *
I just�uh�I�m researching!
Yeah. Doing research for my
story. *grins and holds up pen and
paper* ;)

Darnit! I gave you that oxygen mask so you would
stop dying when you read. We will
eventually run out of phoenix downs.
*glare * Besides *sob * you�re
giving me a complex!

Eventually
they will have to have a confrontation, or Goku will continue to let this thing
bug him to death and any reconciliation will be pointless because I really
thing that part of Goku learning to control himself involves him learning to
control his (saiyanpulspulse to hurt Gohan.
*sigh * Yeah, Gohan�s little prejudiced
is annoying, hopefully he�ll get over it.

Plyric:

You
know, that�s probably true. Like I�ve
said, Goku wants someone to tell him what�s right and wrong and for a while
now, Vegeta�s done that, but it has to stop or Goku will be dependent and that�s
worse than being dominant. *sigh * Eventually they should even out to be
complete equals. That�s really the best
way.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Saiyan Enlightenment

SaiyanEnlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning ofPride

Card

Saiyan
Enlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride