The Meaning of Pride
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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.
all remember it is fanfiction. (I’m
getting a bit snotty here, aren’t I?)
C.
Smut. Vegeta POV.
(That’s two boys bumping uglies, by the way.)
If you didn’t read the warnings, you are on your own I have no sympathy
for you.
And
lastly:
Slash mailing list. Will probably be posting
it there and at AFF.net
~~***
It
was his blue-eyed son that told him.
Came back to the capsule house and looked as white a sheet—without Goten
for probably the first time in months—and said: “Dad, I think you should come get Goku.”
pregnant. She just told me about it.”
“What?”
Vegeta demanded. Moved past his son,
didn’t go towards Kakarot—even though he could feel how strong the Saiyan was
getting and was more than a little worried about just who it was that was
ticking off the normally very calm one.
Headed to the Capsule building, and when he landed outside he was
immediately grabbed by the blue-haired woman.
“Damn
all you Saiyans straight to hell!” she said, “That little bastard!”
“What
bastard?” Vegeta demanded, “And why didn’t you tell me that you were pregnant?”
“Well,
Vegeta, I just found out today. And I
was going to tell you, but since you and Goku decided NOT to tell me that Gohan
was pissed at his father, I didn’t realize that telling him was going to be a
bad thing.”
“You
told that little bastard you were pregnant,” Vegeta asked.
was getting angry at. And he felt the
urge to smack his face and pound his head against a wall somewhere.
be?
“I
didn’t realize he was going to go tell Goku and start a fight.”
Pointed at the sky. “You need to
go stop them before Gohan gets hurt.”
“Why
would I stop them?” Vegeta asked. He
was rather glad that Kakarot was going to give his son the ass-whupping he
should have dealt out days ago.
However,
the woman didn’t look like this pleased her at all. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him, gave him that
stare that meant he was expected to do what she was about to tell him and
anything less would earn him an earful.
Which was one of the reasons he respected he so greatly.
here so I can talk to him. Both of you
are absolute idiots but I don’t want him to think that I’m going to use this
pregnancy to steal you.” There was
bitterness in that, the implication that somehow she was better than Kakarot
because she was not going to try to ‘steal’ Vegeta. As if he had been stolen in the first place.
He
didn’t respond to her command. Rolled
his eyes and set off in the direction of the rising Ki.
punches before he showed up and tried to split up a fight that he just wanted
to egg on. Wanted to see Gohan get
defeated for being such a human about everything.
There
was a crowd standing along the edge of the lookout. All of the freaks were there, Baldy and his family, the
String-bean, the scarred moron, and his son (and the brat that was almost
permanently attached to Trunks.) And in
the air at the side of the Lookout there was Gohan and Kakarot, both of them
silently glaring. He wanted to just
stand and watch, wanted to tell Kakarot to beat the blood and guts out of his
son, but didn’t. Because the woman was
right. Kakarot would not like it when
he realized he had fought his own son.
So he
cleared his throat, touched down on the lookout behind the freaks.
“Vegeta!”
the bald one said (as if he needed to let everyone know the Prince’s name.)
“Get
out of here,” Piccolo said, “We don’t want you around us.”
“Yeah,”
Baldy said, “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”
He
didn’t even respond, just gave him them all the patented glare, the glare that
still made Baldy shiver, and the bean shudder.
Took great pleasure in knowing that he was responsible for the taller
two freaks’ death. Thought back fondly
to the time when they had been in otherworld.
Kakarot
touched down next to him, stood in front of him enough that it was understood
who’s side he was really on without being too blatant in his body
language. Faced off against his
‘friends’ and his son who stood at the lead of the group of freaks.
“Go
ahead and ask him,” Gohan said, “If he knows about Bulma.”
“I
don’t have to ask him,” Kakarot said—he was almost growling out the
words—“Because I trust him.”
That
made the do-gooders shiver in real fear.
He smiled, loved it when they shook before him.
and worried that their precious little puppet Saiyan had finally snapped the
strings that bound him in good behavior and made him do whatever they told him
to. As if their pasts were crystal
clean.
“How
could you?” Gohan demanded.
He
couldn’t remember a time when he liked that kid. He’d always chalked up his dislike of Gohan to the fact that the
idiot kid had defeated him, but that wasn’t it. He didn’t like him because he was just… Stupid. Filled to the
brim with his mother’s genetics. So
much power under his skin and he didn’t want to use it.
met and he had not wanted to fight, kept whining and if not for his father’s
encouragement, that brat would be dead.
Because Vegeta would have killed him.
Kakarot
didn’t reply to his son’s taunt. Stood
his ground and braced himself against whatever else they were going to throw at
him. Vegeta was proud of him for
standing his ground, but disgusted with the way these freaks were looking at
him. Felt the time had come to leave
them to their pettiness.
~~~***
The irony of it was what always killed him.
couldn’t trust them. Piccolo—the great
man of morality—had been the demon king.
Krillin—with his superior sense of ‘how could you go with someonet
at
almost killed us all’ was standing next to his wife the murdering android—and
then there was Yamcha. Who actually he
couldn’t think of anything about and spared the man from his momentary
dislike. Then there was his son.
“I think its time to go,” Vegeta said.
Goku dropped his stance, looked back at Vegeta, then
at his friends. “Yeah,” he said, “We
should go see Bulma.” Stepped up into
the air and looked away from the crowd of his friends, felt that Vegeta was
following him and left them. Headed
back toward Bulma’s and wondered why it was he wanted to go see her.
of action because he knew as well as the next that if she asked him to leave
Vegeta he would. Then he wouldn’t like
Bulma anymore and he didn’t want either of those things to happen.
Vegeta landed before him, lead him through the house,
upstairs to Bulma’s room where she was sitting on her bed and writing in a
journal. He stopped, stood next to the
doorway and crossed his arms over his chest.
Didn’t speak.
“Hey, Bulma,” Goku said. Felt uncomfortable there, next to Vegeta when less than a week
ago he hadn’t even been really aware that he wanted to be with the man.
the way it did and why it had to happen now.
“How’s Gohan?” Bulma asked.
Vegeta stiffed and looked as if he was actually
biting his tongue to keep from spog thg the curses that he was undoubtedly
thinking. That made Goku shake his head
to realize that Vegeta was trying not to make things difficult for him by
speaking against his son.
“He’s fine,” Goku said, “Angry, but we didn’t fight.”
Bulma nodded.
“Look, I didn’t tell him so he could use it against the two of you.
be.”
Yes. She
certainly did have the right to be pretty damn angry. He tried to imagine what Chichi would have done to him if she had
ever found him cheating. Had the
suspicious that a hot iron and his genitals would probably be involved.
this. Because he hadn’t even really
considered what Bulma was to Vegeta or the other way around.
was sorry he was with Vegeta now and he wasn’t, he was just sorry that he had
hurt Bulma.
“When are you due?”
That was Vegeta.
“In about seven months,” Bulma said.
approximate date. And the baby’s
gender.” Then she looked back at the
journal and ignored them.
Vegeta pushed him out of the doorway, and he figured
that meant he was supposed to be leaving.
Wanted to tell her bye, but didn’t.
Followed Vegeta back out of the building, into the sky and back to the
little capsule house. Was more than
happy to see that there was no horde of annoying friends standing around to
further inform him that he was absolutely wrong to be involved with
Vegeta. Didn’t really give a damn about
what they had to say.
Vegeta stopped outside the house, just stopped and
stared, and Goku sighed. Left him to
think, because interrupting Vegeta’s thoughts generally earned him a fight—and
he had had plenty of those today—went into the house and set about finding a
snack. It was still a couple of hours
until he had to worry about dinner, but he was hungry.
bars, Vegeta had come inside and was just looking at him.
He licked his lips clean of the sugar and looked at
himself to make surehadnhadn’t torn his clothes or something.
“Nothing is wrong, Kakarot.”
table and flexed his hands. Looked like
he wanted to sit down or collapse, he he didn’t.
Goku felt that, felt the sense of sadness around
Vegeta, the uncertainty. Knew that
whatever the Saiyan did outwardly, inwardly he cared very much about many
things. Loved his son and would love
this new child of his. In fact, Vegeta
was probably fighting guilt that he was leaving the mother of his unborn child
without protection. Which was all
understandable. But he didn’t like
Vegeta to feel unhappy—idn’idn’t like anyone to be unhappy.
and pull on him. Felt the violent
shudders as he felt the teeth biting at his lips and his tongue.
That was fine. Pulled away from the mouth, licked his blood off his Both of Vegeta’s hands wound in his hair and held his And that was fine, but as he started to hum, he ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*** 186 words over the limit, so Gk: There Vegeta: Vegeta: Gk: No fair. Vegeta: Gk: Okay! Hectate 18: Unexpected Jaygoose: No, Mechanical Butterfly: ~ Getarian: No, Poor Oh! And Oh, No Update on Sunday. And I gots a new job so the updates might not be at 7AM
Put his hands to use by pushing Vegeta’s pants down, slipped one hand
behind him to press hi first two fingers against the sensitive tail scar.
let the shorter Saiyan thrust against him.
Let him tear at his mouth and his shoulders and arms.
lips, dropped his head to Vegeta’s neck, and his shoulders, sucked on his skin
through his shirt until he was on his knees in front of Vegeta, looked up at
him—deliberately—saw the way he was being stared at and ducked his head, licked
Vegeta’s erection, over and over until he had to put his haon Von Vegeta’s hips
to keep him from collapsing. Moved with
the Prince as he backed up until his back was to a wall, and then closed his
mouth over the hardness, felt the fingers in his hair.
head still as he started to thrust into Goku’s mouth.
thought that maybe next time he should use a pillow or something to put under
his knees.
I made up for the loss of words yesterday.
you go again! Dammit.
*raised eyebrow * I can’t help
it that she likes me being the spoiled Uke.
be the spoiled uke!
Sorry.
*sigh * Look, I’ll think about
giving you a blow job—as long as you shut up and never mention it again.
days off are nice. I like them
anyway.
Goku’s not the idiot everyone wants him to be.
But then, we shouldn’t have thought he was. (Ah, showing my colors as a Goku fan.)
shocks are coming...*faints* Bulma is preggo?!?!?!?!? What is going to
happen?????????????????~~
tossed in a plot twist? Yeah, it would be nice if Goku could just beat the crap
out of those folks, but sadly he cannot.
(Or won’t.)
Goten had to know because apparently him and Trunks were talking about it
(remember Trunks punched him and said ‘I told you so?’
part. And Gohan being y.
‘Geta & Goku. If they survive this
first week of their relationship they should survive forever.
break them up.
uhh…there was something else I wanted to say…Gee. Brain not working. *goes
back to read review * Oh!
Yeah, I had friends like Goku’s.
That sort of Fair-weather friend that likes you when you can help them
but doesn’t take the time to care if your alive if you do something they don’t
like. Still, they know they can count
on me if they need something because I’m determined not to be like them.
welcome mat anymore because I told them to get over their arrogant selves.
them.)
very last comment: I am a relctuant
fantasy person. (And sci-fi too)
because I don’t like reading Fantasy but it is what I read most often (folks I
know give me books to read) and it is the one thing that I write
prolifically. So I’m not that fond of
it, but it’s what I do most and best.
If that makes sense.
anymore. *they might be at 1 AM when I
wake up. Or after 8.*