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.)
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 is ‘is ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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ended up in the woman’s shower. Just
knew that when Bulma stuck her head into her own shower, she gasped, and
yelled—loud enough that it made his ears hurt: “VEGETA!
from Kakarot’s hands and there were ones around his hip bones that were the
exact size and shape of his lover’s hands.
Then there were the scratches, his bleeding finger (from when he was the
one doing the fucking in the hallway) his scraped palms.
in the bottom of the tub. Yeah.
pretty fucking pathetic, he thought.
But
he didn’t care.
It
had become unimportant, because he was exhausted. And he was trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do
with Kakarot, but everything he tried to think was driven out of his mind with
every breath that passed through his achingly sore throat.
passionate screaming just hours before.
“Damn
Saiyans,” Bulma said. Disappeared, he
heard her rummaging in her room (like he said, it was her shower) and when she
returned she held out a senzu bean.
Waited for but a few seconds before she shoved it in his mouth and he
swallowed it but didn’t care much one way or the other about it.
Too
tired.
Much
too tired to care anymore. Didn’t even
tell the woman to leave him alone. Let
her turn the water off and yank him to his feet. (No easy task for a human, considering he was pretty heavy for
his small size and wet.) Wrapped him up
in a towel and shoved him out of the bathroom into her room, but he jerked away
from her there. Wasn’t about to sleep
in this room and cover himself with her smell.
So he went to the closet and yanked out his clothes—yep, still had
clothes here—pulled them on. Felt the
twinge and ache of his muscles as the senzu set to work, but pain apparently
was faster than it, and he kept the little noises of pain to himself.
he said: “I shouldn’t be here.” Left it
at that and shoved open her window, jumped out and flew back to his own home.
Found
the destruction that Kakarot had left, bypassed the bathroom (where the crushed
pipes had exploded from the pressure and were spraying water everywhere) went
down the hallway and ignored the smell of it, to the bedroom.
smelled like the overly-idiotic idiot.
Curled up and ignored the ache of his body as he yanked the covers up
and fell asleep.
He
jerked awake when there was the crunch of feet on broken glass, and got to his
feet, found that now he had slept (looking out the window, he became aware that
he had slept half the day) his legs weren’t nearly so wobbly.
looked down the hallway, saw the boys standing around the kitchen.
his voice was still scratchy.
Trunks
turned and looked at him. “Mom sent us
to fyou you guys… We…uh…found Goku
first.” Looked highly uncomfortable
here, and Vegeta didn’t blame him. He
wouldn’t have wanted to be stuck like Trunks was in the middle of this stupid
fucking battle.
“Yeah,”
Goten said, “I think we screwed up or something ‘cause Dad just left when we
mentioned Bulma being worried about you.”
Trunks
looked repentant, Goten was in the kitchen, not the hallway and Vegeta couldn’t
see him. Didn’t give enough of a damn
to move where he could see the young Son.
But his own child said: “Sorry.
We didn’t know.”
“I’m
fine,” Vegeta said, “Tell your Mother to mind her own business.”
doorframe because now the moronic bastard that he was currently involved with
was running around thinking that the first place he had gone was straight home
to Bulma. That wasn’t what he had
done—not the way Kakarot was thinking anyway.
And now that woman was all worried about him and if Kakarot heard that
he had made Bulma worry than this stupid cycle of thoughts that had to be going
on in the idiot’s head…
Too
many stupid things to think about all at once.
~~~***
His
little flight ended with Piccolo. No purposefully,
but he slammed headfirst into the Namek and ended up tangled up rather
indecently with the other alien.
Managed to pull himself free and watched Piccolo mutter and blush (it
was weird for someone green to blush) and he shook his head, flopped to the
ground and sat in the middle of the dusty nowhere.
Piccolo
came down and stood there, looked at him for a long moment and then said:
“What’s wrong?” Like it was so obvious
that something was wrong with him. It
wasn’t like he was radiating ‘hey, bug me about what’s wrong?’ or
something. But then, Goku thought as he
looked down at his skin, he was.
Because he had all but burned all his skin and his knuckles were crusted
with blood. He was pouting, and he knew
it. Pouting or brooding or whichever,
he didn’t care.
“Nothing.”
Piccolo
did not seem to buy this. “Something
happened with you and Vegeta. I could
feel your power levels the whole night.”
Goku
looked at him. Weighed the pros and
cons of betraying Vegeta’s ‘though shalt speak of it not’ directive.
Figured that this was a special circumstance and he couldn’t figure this
damn problem on his own. “Well…” he
said, “I sort of…that is. Well, Vegeta
and I have been…uh…working on my Saiyan side.
And well. There’s this one thing
that I don’t want to do,” he said this imperatively.
Piccolo
looked confused. “What thing?”
“Uh,
well, my Saiyan side wanted to uh…have sex with Vegeta…” paused here to think
of the word he was looking for, “Rough.
Like I wanted to dominant him. That’s what Vegeta called it.
But, I,” he poked himself in the chest to reassert this point, “Didn’t
want to.”
“Didn’t?”
Piccolo said—hey, he was blushing again—“Meaning you already have?”
“Well,”
again, to say yes would mean that Piccolo knew about their sex life and that
was sort of one of those things that Vegeta didn’t want shared around the
campfire. Piccolo was going to run off and tell the rest of the Nameks or the earthlings,
and if he did, than Goku would kill him.
So everything would work out.
“…I really didn’t want to and I asked Vegeta to never let me and then
last night he told me that he used ominominate Radditz and I sort of…I was
tired you know because I haven’t slept in a while, and he and I had…” again a
pause “Uh…fo,” t,” that seemed okay, “Earlier.
So when he told me, I got really, really angry.”
starting to question just how much he could blame Vegeta for this little
event. Because really, he was on
on
that flipped out. Stupidly, just
because Vegeta had sex with his dead brother (before he was dead) when it
wasn’t really anything to flip out about.
Hell, Vegeta had sex with Bulma, and Goku wasn’tckincking down her door
to prove who Vegeta belonged to.
“And
you…” Piccolo prompted.
“I
left. But he followed me.
“And
this means the two of you are fighting because he didn’t want you to do
it? Or he’s angry that he didn’t win
the fight?” Piccolo looked slightly
uncomfortable with this line of thought and more than a bit hesitant about what
he was saying.
“No,”
Goku said miserably, “I mean. I liked
it when he did it to me…its just I never wanted to do that to him.
some sort of answer either way. Because
he was starting to get to that point where he wouldn’t give a damn about it
anymore. He had been mean to Vegeta,
had made him bleed (although, he was starting to think that maybe the bleeding
thing had come when he yanked back as fast as he did and not so much with the
actual event.) Had called him a liar
and left him all alone in the middle of a field, naked and covered with bruises
and…other things.
“So,”
Piccolo said, “The two of you had sex.
Neither one of you is upset about the actual sex, and you want to know
if what you did is right or not?”
Looked highly skeptical.
“Uh…well…yeah.
I don’t know, Piccolo. Vegeta
told me that he wouldn’t let me do that to him. I mean, he kept saying that I just needed to do it and it would
go away and then I wouldn’t want to do it anymore. But I didn’t want to.
Because it’s wrong. I mean, I
think its wrong. But then, at the same
time, when I think about it, I don’t feel bad for doing it.”
Now
the namek was really blushing. He had
to put his hand over his face for a moment and mumble something that Goku
couldn’t hear and then he said: “Goku, Vegeta is the only Saiyan left alive
that remembers what your culture was like.
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Looked at him seriously.
someone else.”
“How
do you know that though?” Goku asked, “Because Gohan said…”
“Forget
what Gohan said,” Piccolo snapped, “He’s…
Confused right now. Vegeta cares
about you. Deeply.”
Well,
sure he knew that. He knew that before
Piccolo even said anything about it.
And he cared a lot about Vegeta too.
Vegeta was his mate. His
other. The only other one of his kind
and he really liked hanging out with Vegeta except for the past few weeks
because they sucked a lot. He really
did not like this stupid Saiyan part of himself.yes"> Hated it almost. “Ok
Pic
Piccolo,” he said.
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Yippie!
Goku: Yay!
Vegeta: we aren’t
even near one another.
Goku: And?
Vegeta: This
doesn’t make a difference to you, does it?
Goku: I’ll find
you.
Saiyajin Neko:
Me
too. Can’t stand the angsty stuff that threatens
Goku and Vegeta. *glares at angst *
Sarky Woman:
*twitch
* pan>pan>Vegeta and *twitch *
… … No really. I was thinking
about that, but figured naw, and had Goku run into the Namek instead.
Macha:
The
Pom-poms might remind him of happier times and lots of lemons, so its worth a
try. Too bad the ass-clown Tien isn’t
around to be mean to them so they can stick together and fight against a common
evil.
< sty style='mso-councount:1'> And
rotl. I loved that line.
Mechanical Butterfly:
I’m
right there with you. Stupid little
Goku. Not like he gave the Prince much
of an option to say no, did he?
Besides, wasn’t he there just like…a chapter ago talking with Vegeta
about how he liked the whole sex thing in the hallway.
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *pats him *
NOW GO APOLOGIZE FOR LEAVING VEGETA IN THE COLD, NAKED!
I think that’s what bugged me the most about that chapter.
guys, I’m annoyed with you. *glare more
*
;)
tomorrow. *grabs popcorn *