Saiyan Enlightenment
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Saiyan
Enlightenment
Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
Comments:
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…
Goku’s quest to get Vegeta sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had
his wicked way with him.)
you should go read MoP.
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.
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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Vegeta
did not fall asleep, and neither did Kakarot, but after the second time he was
scalded with his lover’s release deep inside of him, there was a gasp, a
strangled noise of absolute shock and he panted, tried to catch his breath and
found that it wasn’t catchable. Cursed
when Kakarot yanked out of him so fast it hurt and he fell back to his hands
and knees and heard the panicked breathing behind him, closed his eyes and
tried very hard to unscramble his scrambled wits. Found they weren’t going to be found.
“Oh…”
that was Kakarot… “What’d you let me do, Vegeta?” Like there were tears in the big idiot’s eyes.
And
Vegeta groaned and climbed back to his feet, felt every inch of his skin and
muscles screaming in absolute pain.
Abused, aching, tired and dirty sort of pain. But it would have been pleasantly aching if not for the fact that
Kakarot really did have tears in his eyes and was staring at his own hands like
he couldn’t figure out who the hell he was.
Then at his hips and at Vegeta.
“I made you bleed,” Kakarot whispered.
A tiny little whisper.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes">
That
was a revelation to him. “You didn’t
hurt me,” Vegeta said. Really meant
that. Because the sex hadn’t hurt.
gotten to the point where he was throbbing painfully and desperately in need of
release. His breathing still hadn’t
gotten back to normal and his legs fell a bit weak, his knees felt bruised and
this just was not the TIME to be having this argument.
Of
cou thi this thought wasn’t the same as Kakarot’s because he drew up all his
anger. “YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T LET
ME!” Loud enough that everyone in a three-mile
radius could have heard if they were listening. Loud enough that the glow around him got brighter and those tears
that were in his eyes were gone. Dried
upan san style="mso-spacerun: yes">
“Kakarot,”
he said. Felt annoyance overcome him
with this idiotic human insistence that there was anything wrong with what they
were doing before. There wasn’t
anything wrong, and hell, now that he had got it out of his system, Kakarot
probably wouldn’t even want to do it again.
“No,
Vegeta,” his lover growled, “You promised me and then you let me do it anyway.
say.” Curled his hands up into
fists. “How the hell can I trust you
now?”
He
would have rolled his eyes, but it got to the point where he could do nothing
but stand still and keep himself from shaking from the strained muscles and
exhaustion that the half-the-night fucking marathon brought about.
last glare he turned and disappeared.
Left Vegeta with nothing but the sheet from their bed.
the fuck had happened in the past ten minutes and found that he had no
clue. Walked—rather unsteadily—over to
the sheet, picked it up and gave it a sour glare. Because he was Vegeta and wearing a fucking sheet was just
demeaning. But it was better than going
around in his state naked.
He
wrapped it around his waist, (folded it half first and it still dragged on the
ground as he stumbled up and into the air.)
Flying in his state wasn’t the best idea, but he wasn’t about to walk
considering how nasty a twinge of pain he got when he did that.
that the moron had considered that when he mumbled that bullshit about making
him bleed. Well, duh, when you yank
back like that what the hell do you fucking expect genius?)
stupid brain that was just now catching up to the damn argument.
manage a comeback until his lover had already disappeared.
~~~***
What
did he do?
What
did he do?
WHAT
did he DO?!
He
felt panic in his chest like something that could choke him to death and he
stood in the shower (in the capsule house) and scrubbed his skin under the
scalding water. Scrubbed until he was
almost bruised and then scrubbed harder.
Everywhere. Wanted to burn away
the memory of the touch, burn away the Saiyan and leave only those things that
he knew. Those that he understood.
Why
did Vegeta let him do it?
Because
he remember specifically he had asked Vegeta never to let him do that, never to
let him take him that way and there was the Prince under him offering no
resistance to him. And he remembered that
fight, knew for a fact that Vegeta probably could have taken him down.
was better at the tacit of the fight.
He could have hit him in a weak spot and knocked him back into his
senses. But he hadn’t.
given in. He closed his eyes when those
images came back to him and wanted to scream because they weren’t bad
images. They weren’t evil, they weren’t
wrong. They were so disturbingly
right that he made himself sick. Because
he would never have done that, wouldn’t have even thought about doing that to
Vegeta. Tossing him to the ground and
taking him like an animal.
Of
course, he thought to himself, he did the same to you didn’t he?
That
was DIFFERENT.
How?
Because
he was the one accepting that part of Vegeta.
He was the one that was giving something up and that was what he did
because it was okay. It was safe.
and the stupid bastard had promised that he wouldn’t let him.
Liar.
Goku
hated liars above other things. And he
didn’t like it when someone promised him something and then turned around and
decided it wasn’t worth thme tme to keep the fucking promise.
going to do it? He smashed the water
fixtures, punched them, felt his knuckles scrape open and didn’t care.
the wall and the water turned off because the pipes were crushed.
Like
he fucking cared.
Left
the bathroom without drying off. Left
drips of blood and water as he went to the kitchen. Grabbed whatever there was in the cabinets and threw it all into
one bowl. Ate it with a serving spoon
and crunched it vindictively as if snapping his jaws could make what had
happened somehow different. Bit the
inside of his mouth more than once and didn’t give a damn.
And
that stupid sentence came back to him, like Gohan’s voice on instant reply in
his mind. How could you?
Well,
this time, he gave it over to his son.
He had no clue how he could fucking do it. All he knew was he had to prove that he was the only one that
could Veg Vegeta scream like he had.
Well, that was proven and what now?
He proved that he could be a brute and a bastard.
Stupid
Saiyans. Stupid idiotic moronic violent
yansyans.
was glass—and threw at the wall, so hard and fast that it shattered and the
chunks of it were wedged in the wall.
Threw the spoon at the ground and it dug into the floor.
there was nothing anymore.
So he
went to the bedroom. Grabbed his
clothes, pulled them on and disappeared.
Went back to the first nest he had made and curled up in it.
than an hour ago and found that it would not be forgotten.
details about how he had taken Vegeta, how he had driven him to the first peak,
used that to make the way for the invasion and then used his own release to
slick himself for the third one. And
that one had taken all the night, ate away time as he relentlessly made Vegeta
yowl and howl and say his name over and over until his voice was hoarse.
Ran
his hands over the skin until he left marks.
Wanted to leave marks that would never go away.
And
the things he had said to Vegeta, he thought with an internal smack to his own
head, those were worse than what he’d done.
But they were the truth. Weren’t
they? After all, Vegeta had told him he
wouldn’t let him do that…or at least it was the same as saying he
wouldn’t. Goku couldn’t really
remember, only knew that he never wanted to do it again.
Never.
And
until he was sure it had passed, he didn’t think it was a great idea to be
around Vegeta. Especially since he
really didn’t know if he could trust him.
How could you trust someone who said one thing and did another?
ached and burned.
Stupid
him.
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Well.
Vegeta: What ever
happened to the old fashion sex?
Goku: Apparently
there needed to be more angst and pain first.
Vegeta: *rolls
eyes * So if I didn’t go back to our
house, where did I go?
Goku: Dunno.
Vegeta: Who
cares. Lets shag.
Goku: kay!
Jaygoose:
You’re
probably the only person that likes cliffies thus far.
Good to know you liked the chapter.
*sob* Leaving?
*sobs more * No, seriously.
doing. ;)
Saiyajin Neko:
*weepy
* I don’t like not having time to
respond.
But I guess you’re right. At
least I updated.
Macha:
This
theory of yours has merit. Of course,
you could consider the ‘Saiyan Enlightenment’ not as ‘school’ or ‘education’
but valuable life-experience. Or Training.
all the time anyway, and my Saiyans always get laid, so we’ll call Saiyan
Enlightenment ‘Training’ and have tons of lemons for everyone.
bastard in this one.)
Poor
neglected Pom-poms.
Mechanical Butterfly:
Why
is it that Goku never taught anyone else that technique?
because obviously in the ‘Therapy’ universe he taught most of his sons that
trick.) You’d think with all the
frustration Vegeta gets from seeing his lover randomly disappear that he’d
eventually get around to learning it.
Er.
Glad
you liked the lemon. Really, I was
whimpering mostly because I have been avoiding this lemon for a long…long…long
time. And I was avoiding it because of
what I knew had to come afterward.
*glances at the poor little saiyan boys *