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The Meaning of Pride	By : CardDragonBall Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 13043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Meaning of Pride
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- 20-LEMONY INTERLUDE Tr/Gt
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The Meaning of Pride

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Time
for the warnings portion:

A.
I own nothing but my own two hands.
All the characters portrayed here were kidnapped from their show DBZ and
forced to enact my wishes.

B.
Whilst mostly I strive to make this �in character� and not �AU� we must
all remember it is fanfiction. (I�m
getting a bit snotty here, aren�t I?)

C.
Smut. Vegeta POV. Slash.
(That�s two boys bumping uglies, by the way.)

D.
If you didn�t read the warnings, you are on your own I have no sympathy
for you.

And
lastly:

Got this idea off the DBZ Saiyan
Slash mailing list. Will probably be
posting it there and at AFF.net

~~***

It
felt like there had been a gaping hole ripped inside of him. The sense that polarity had been reversed
somehow, time had been stopped, the world had been turned on its axis and he
was left to float in a fog that showed no end in sight. A void of emotion and feeling, and nothing
but the prickly sensation of numbness.
Blinked until his blackened vision cleared, and stared, straight at
Kakarot as he watched the man look at his own hand; transfixed like he had
never seen what it looked like beforean san style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Then, looked from his hand to Vegeta�s eyes, looked at him with that
same depth of emotion.

Licked
his hand, licked it clean of Vegeta�s release, and then licked his own lips,
sucked on his fingers. Eyes never left
his, and Vegeta felt that polarity had not been reversed exactly but chained to
that gaze. Emptiness�strange that he
felt so suddenly empty when he had never been empty before�was being slowly
filled in. Drop by drop as he watched
the baka drop his head and had to close his eyes because he couldn�t stand the
sight of the pink tongue running across his stomach. Felt it. The warmth and
the murmur of something.

Wrapped
his hands in Kakarot�s hair, felt how soft it was.

Languid. Like the very bones of his body had been
ripped out and he was a mass of muscle and skin and nothing else. A nasty little irony came to him, that he
had fucked everything from Radditz to Bulma and nothing had ever been like
this. He felt a dark chuckle deep in
the pit of his stomach, just below where the hot tongue was licking him clean,
repressed it. Tried to understand why
this had happened, why it had to be Kakarot that could destroy him with such a
silly little thing. Make him forget
everything in life but the fng ong of a hand on him, of lips on his, of the
taste of the man and the way his tongue lapped at his skin.

Shivered. Like a girl. Shivered like Radditz had shivered under him. Like Bulma had. Didn�t move, and didn�t think.
Didn�t want to say something that would drive away this insanity,
because it was his to enjoy. His
choice.

Nobody
would take it from him. Nobody could.

Felt
hands go behind his back, lift him up, opened his eyes again and looked at
Kakarot. Felt weak and silly and didn�t
care that much. Not right now. Knew that in a few moments he would regain
himself, would remember that Saiyan Princes did not lay themselves out and ask
to be taken. Remembered what Kakarot
had said.

Remember
it (Saiyan ways.) Speak of it. But don�t live by it. The old ways were dead, unfortunately,
because there was no nation to lead, no Saiyans to rule. He and this baka were the last real Saiyans.
There was nobody left to impress, no
standard left to uphold. He had made
his heir, and would raise him. All the
rest of the time in the world was his.
To do with as he pleased.

And
when he felt Kakarot�s lips on his again, he wanted it. Welcomed it. Thought that if he had been able to, he would have done this from
the beginning. Claimed Kakarot when he
first saw him and taken him away from these silly stupid humans. Reminded him what it was to live by
instincts and power. To break down life
into the simplest rules: those that
held the power ruled. Those that upheld
the Saiyan pride lived. All others
died.

Didn�t
care about those rules.

Felt
a part of Kakarot that had never left him grow stronger. That goodness, that dess ess of emotion that
made the earthen Saiyan so strange.
Because the idiot honestly loved all life. Even the life of those that tried to kill him, he loved it. Treasured life.

Vegeta
killed. Had always killed. That would not change.

But
Kakarot would never ask him to change.
Felt the prickly numbness die away as he was pulled back up to sit, felt
his arms on Kakarot�s shoulders, moved back from the kiss and looked at
him. Sniffed the air and grimaced.

�Even
Saiyans are civilized,� he said, �Not all of us live outside, Kakarot.�

A
sheepish grin, a lick of bruised lips.
�You should.� But the baka let
him go, let him stand on his own feet and feel the wind blow against his
stomach, resisted the urge to stomach as it chilled his wet skin and looked
around for his lost gloves and shirt.

�We
could�� the other Saiyan climbed back to his feet, didn�t show the pain of a
unfulfilled erection as he straightened.
�� Uh. We could go back to my house.�

Vegeta
pulled his shirt on, held his white gloves in one fist, looked at Kakarot. He hadn�t reciprocated�a thing virtually
unheard of, because Vegeta had decided early in life that if were to do a thing
he would do it as best as it could be done, and that was everything up to and
including sex. Didn�t want to show the
(doubtlessly) clueless one the grittier details of Saiyan sex in the great wide
open where dirt and bugs and annoying passer-byers could interrupt. Scowled.
Didn�t want to go back to the house where the baka�s wife had lived and
died, but relented that they had no choice here.

He
would never take the baka back to Bulma�s home. Couldn�t forgive himself if he even considered it, because he did
care for her, deeper than he thought that he would, and the insult of bringing
home another man would be unforgivable.
Thought of his son, then. Tried
to imagine what he would tell him.

�Vegeta?�

�Hn,�
is what he said, felt the itch of pride rising up his spine again. �It will have to do.� Stepped up into the air and crossed his arms
over his chest. Tried to see through
the whirlwind that was encompassing him.
Tried to imagine what he would feel tomorrow when he woke up. When this insanity was purged from his
system. Found that he didn�t care what
he thought then.

Wanted
ow. Waited
for Kakarot.

~~~***

Unbelievably
bizarre. That�s what it was. Tinged with the sense of distorted
reality. Like something even stronger
than could be recognized was sinking into his skin as he looked at Vegeta,
moved to follow him, lead him, show him the way to his home. Didn�t want to ever get there. Didn�t want to look at the room where his
wife had died. Didn�t want to look at
her stuff twas was everywhere in that home and know that he had not even mourned
her as she deserved.

Didn�t
want Vegeta to see that.

And
when he opened the door and stepped into the living room, he could smell
it. The dusty decay of a memory that
had festered and exploded. Left Vegeta
to stand still and pushed open all the windows. Every single one of them.
Wanted to blow out the smell of what his life had been, and felt that
all that want he had just moments ago was disappearing in the face of this.

�Do
you have a shower?� Vegeta asked him when he finally got back to the living
room.

Just
looked at him. Wondered what had
changed.es"> And nodded. �Upstairs,� he said. Found that he was taken by the hand, hauled
up the stairs, past the room that had been his wife�s past his son�s room and
into the bathroom. Stopped there,
inside the door, hed hed Vegeta pull his shirt off again.

Looked
at his back, at the perfect symmetry of it and the sleekness, the muscles and
the skin stretched over it, satiny and bronzed. Wondered if he was like that everywhere.

Vegeta
turned the shower on, turned back to look at him. �You cannot shower with clothes on.� Then took his shoes off, adjusted the water and crossed his arms
over his bare chest, waited. Gave him a
look that wasn�t a sneer, wasn�t looking down on him, but waiting. Assessing him.

Goku
pulled off his own shoes, put his hands on the tie on his waist. Stopped as he looked at Vegeta. Wasn�t sure that this was what he really
ought to be doing. Felt something like
guilt bothering him. It was easier out
where there were no reminders of what he had been.

Vegeta
stepped up to him, pushed his hands out of the way and deftly undid the tie
that held his gi in place, pushed it down, and then stepped back, removed his
own pants�with a touch more difficulty because Vegeta always wore much tighter
clothes.

Goku
couldn�t remember the last time he�d been around another naked guy
before�excepting when he was with Vegeta earlier. And the only other Saiyans he had seen without clothes had been
his sons�and his reaction to them was completely opposite to the one he felt
when Vegeta turned his back again.
Looked at the line of his back, lengthened because there were no pants
in the way, the scar where his tail and once been.

Forgot
that he should have been mourning his wife like a human, and stepped forward,
put his arm around Vegeta, kissed his neck again. Watched Vegeta step into the tub and followed him. Let steam roll over him, and Vegeta turned
in his embrace, kept his head tilted to one side, and slid his hand down between
them. Wrapped smaller by strong fingers und und his erection. Stroked him.

Never
felt anything like that as he pushed against Vegeta even as he was
stroked. Never imagined that something
that incredibly simple couluse use such a great reaction as he sucked in the
hot air around him. Dug his fingers
into Vegeta�s arms and felt his vision tunnel as he watched the bemused little
smirk on the Prince�s face. Pushed his
hips into the strokes, felt the tip of his erection against Vegeta�s stomach,
and groaned.

Wonderwhatwhat if would feel like to be inside of Vegeta.

Encompassing. Devouring.

Ducked
his head, kissed the smirk, pushed his lips against Vegeta�s opened his mouth
and forced the mouth under his to open.
Met the hot tongue with his own.
Panted into the mouth and moved his hands from Vegeta�s arms to his back,
pressed them closer together and slid into the hand and against the hard
stomach before him. Felt the groan
rising from the pits of him, and had to pull away from the kiss as he clenched
his teeth in the rhythm of his hips.

�Let
it go,� Vegeta said, his voice in that steam, dark like it and heavy and
perfect. Felt the seize in his stomach,
felt it expand within him, fill him up until he burst and cried out, clutched
at the body before him and pressed his teeth to Vegeta�s shoulder. Thrust mindless once or twice more, and
shook from the intensity of it.

Strtenetened
up, looked at Vegeta. Wondered just
what in the hell was supposed to happen now.
How he ended up in the shower with this man when he had originally set
out to make things better for Bulma. Felt
a shame that he had betrayed her so deeply.

And
then, as he met Vegeta�s gaze, saw the same worries reflected there, something
shattered when he heard his oldest�s sons voice, echoing endlessly.

�What
the fuck is going on?� And then the
shower curtain was opened and he watched his son go brilliant red with
anger. �How could you do this?!�

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

Vegeta:Everytime
we get close to the �bumping uglies� your damn children show up.

Gk: As
if.

Vegeta:
*cites countletherther times in other stories by Card that this has
happened*

Gk: But,
Geta, all of those kids are yours too.

Vegeta: That
is a mere detail.

Jaygoose:

Apparently
sleepiness was rampant yesterday.
Everyone was tired.

Mechanical Butterfly:

Hmm. I wrote this yesterday before I went to bed,
because as Getarian said, the humping little Saiyans would not leave me
be. Thanks for all the praise. It really does inspire me to keep
writing. And, probably more than to just
keep writing, it inspires me to write well.

So
thanks.

Getarian:

Yeah! Yes, they are supposed to be awkward around
each other. Because, realistically,
they would be. Neither one of them
really ever expected any of this to happen to them, and neither of them has a
bloody clue what they should be doing. (other than snogging.)

No,
I think its best that we don�t tell Vegeta he had a �very human� thought. He might get angry and leave.

I�m
very happy you decided to post the balcony scene. It was great! Loved it,
loved it, loved it.

mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Tootles until Monday morn, folks!
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