The Meaning of Pride
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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.
(That’s two boys bumping uglies, by the way.)
D. sp;
sp;
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
~~***
The
glow lasted through the rest of the day.
Buzzed, the feeling that he was floating, and was content to float.
hours, laid on the floor with Kakarot next to him, rested his head on the
larger arm, didn’t say anything as the baka’s hand endlessly petted him.
long strokes of strong fingers that had no urgency, demanded no surrender, just
comforted. Just were.
Spoke
of things he had never spoken of.
Confided the lost truths of the King of the Saiyans.
he hated. Spoke of how he was sent off
planet, of how he was handed to Freiza and how he had watched all his people
scream out in fear and agony as they burned away in the blaze of destruction
Freiza unleashed. Spoke of the revenge
he had always wanted. Had never
gotten. Listened to Kakarot apologize,
let himself be held. Didn’t mind at all
that the cool night air had swept in, that he was still content to be in those
arms.
Had
turned in the loose embrace, kissed the baka without inciting urgency.
Kakarot had never shed. Pressed their
bodies tight together, let himself be covered in the simplicity of the
emotion. Felt safe here in a way that
he could never be safe anywhere else.
Hunger
made them move—not far—and they had stood and eaten. Nothing fancy, nothing that required heat or time.
late evening light. Him with nothing on
and Kakarot with nothing off. Thought
that it was perfect symbolism, but was wrapped up in how warm it was to stand
and be free from everything, to allow his whole being to be suspended on the
ropes of Kakarot’s affection and know that he would not fall.
Went
to sleep with the baka pressed to his back.
Listened to him breath until he fell asleep, and slept more completely
than he could ever remember.
But
morning broke, and the buzz was gone.
He blinked and felt the arm around him, turned so he could look over his
shoulder at Kakarot—who was already awake and smiling oddly.
get breakfast and go spar?”
Not
really. He rolled onto his other side,
faced Kakarot, slipped his hand down between their bare bodies, wrapped fingers
around the other Saiyan’s erection.
Thought of what Kakarot had done the day before, how he had allowed
Vegeta to bite him and claw at him, allowed him to fuck his face and vent all
that anger that had been burning in him.
And Vegeta had done nothing in return.
Unacceptable.
failed to satisfy his partner. It was
unthinkable. So he stroked Kakarot
until he was gnashing his teeth and groaning broken little groans.
where he wanted him. Loved the
restraint and hated it because any decent Saiyan would have had Vegeta on his
hands and knees by now.
He
berated himself about that, stilled his hand, and reminded himself that Kakarot
was a Saiyan. But he was not Vegeta, he
was his own person. Looked at the world
from his own eyes.
“Why’d
you stop, ‘Geta?” was the groan, a voice of need and slightly pained.
him to keep moving, but Vegeta remained still.
“Because
I had assumed you would take control,” Vegeta said.
Another
dark groan, and the hand moved from his wrist to his hips, lifted him up as
Kakarot rolled onto his back and pulled him down so the hardness was pressing
against his, rubbing tightly and he let his head fall back, grinned at the
ceiling. He felt Kakarot stretch under
him, reach over to the bedside table, pick up the tube.
He
looked back down at the taller Saiyan, watched him. Stopped moving his hips, and stubbornly moved his whole body away
from Kakarot’s erection. This earned
him something that was almost a growl, and he wondered how far he could push
the normally gentle one before he was shown just how Saiyan Kakarot could
be.
Found
that his distance had earned him the indescribable joy of being flipped
onto his stomach, a face full of the blanket, and he pushed himself up with his
hands as he felt fingers against the opening to his body.
back against it. Kakarot’s other hand
was on his shoulder, holding him still as he was prepared, and Vegeta closed
his eyes. Swallowed the burning sense
of offense that came with this, forced the automatic reaction of demeaning
weakness away, and focused on how deep Kakarot’s fingers were inside him.
Moved
with the intrusion, against it, let the sounds roll out of his chest, moans and
whimpers and thought that there was something addictive in being able to give
up and allow things to happen. Opened
himself up when he felt Kakarot’s legs move between his knees.
out.
Felt
lips on his back, and the heat of a tongue as it ran across the scar that had
been a tail. Snarled, waited.
the bed under him. Thoughtt ift if the
larger Saiyan didn’t hurry the fuck up he was going to hurry it the fuck up for
him.
~~~***
Goku considered it.
Looked at Vegeta’s damn nice back.
Watched the muscles flitter and flex and thought about whether he really
wanted to do this. Sex, sure, he liked
that. Always had.
Be wanted to see his face, wanted to know that he wasn’t hurting
him. Didn’t want to fuck him like he
was nothing, because Vegeta was something.
Leaned back, drew Vegeta with him, turned him around
and pressed his back against the bed, watched Vegeta stare at him like he was
confused. Pushed into him, and the
confusion changed, those dark eyes closed, head tipped back, his neck flushed
and he was panting. Glowing.
Felt the body clench around him, dropped his head
down, sucked on the slim chest, thought of how nice it was to wake up to
this. Loved Vegeta.
reservation, though. Accepted that the
man had done unspeakable things.
Accepted that he had murdered and hated. Accepted that he had even tried to kill him, his sons, and his
whole world. Accepted all of that, felt
it move through him as he was enveloped by the warmth of Vegeta’s body.
Moved, pulled out, nearly completely, pushed back in,
and again. Looked at Vegeta, watched
those eyes open, watched them glitter and the teeth bare.
had done in his past was gone.
Done. Couldn’t be undone, but
what he would do in the future was what mattered. What they would do together, for each other and for others that
mattered.
Dropped his head down to suck on the bronze
skin. Licked him until Vegeta was
shivering and shuddering, and loved the feeling of the tightness around him
rippling endlessly. Felt Vegeta rocking
back against him, pushed in harder, felt hands on his back, in his hair,
traveling down his spine to his own scar.
This mattered, he swore. Only this mattered and it would matter more to him than whatever
else they faced. Drew this up into
himself as he panted against the skin.
Drew all of Vegeta into him.
Until he couldn’t control it, until all that pressure exploded and he
was clinging to the hot body, matching that dark voice with his own as he
yelled. And panted.
and the dizzying insanity had settled.
“Now,” Vegeta said as he stretched, “We can eat.”
Goku smiled.
Knew that he was not the only Saiyan that thought of food at all
times. “Maybe we should take a quick
shower first.” Reluctantly pulled out
of the heat of Vegeta’s body, and moved down the body to the pearly white mess
on his stomach. “Or I could just lick
you clean again.”
Vegeta propped himself up on his elbows.
and made an ‘mmmm’ noise that made Vegeta’s whole body go rigid.
said, “We should just take the shower.”
So they had to get off the bed and head to the
bathroom. (Goku picked his clothes up
off the floor and thought that he was going to need to go get his others from
the house because this gi wasn’t going to last him very much longer.)
that he had yet to kiss him today.
Grabbed a toothbrush and immediately set about brushing his teeth.
Vegeta and shared the nice fresh minty taste with him.
1'> “Shower,” Vegeta repeated. Stepped in the shower himself and resolutely set about washing
his body.
With Vegeta’s stubborn refusal to allow anything but
hair-washing and body cleaning to happen in the shower, that took only a few
moments. They got out and dressed and
went to get breakfast.
Found their sons (the young non-asshole ones) sitting
at the table with breakfast already made and waiting. Trunks looked up at them first.
“Hey,” he said, “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to interrupt you again.”
“Why are you here?” Goku asked.
“We’re hungry,” Goten said, “And Bulma said that we
needed to pester the hell out of you guys for a while.
Trunks looked at his father.
making too much noise.” They waited
until their fathers were sitting down before they started in on the
breakfast. And they ate quickly but
silently.
“Hn,” was what Vegeta said, and then he started to
eat.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
Ah.
Gk:
Yeah! Sex!
Vegeta: How
did we make it through a whole lemon without kissing?
Gk: Morning
breath.
Vegeta: This
is a damn fanfic!
Gk: So?
Vegeta: Oi.
Hope-Poe-26:
Everyday!
sure how my job is going to interrupt that.
So it might be a bit later in the morning than it has been.)
Jaygoose:
Yes,
almost everyone that reads my stuff (that reviews) is a ‘Geta fan.
favorite, Goku. (Which is why they are
perfect for one another.)
Getarian:
Oh.
Goodness. Your review is almost
as long as my chapter.
Hn.
upset. I like ‘Geta so I hate all those
folks that are like ‘he’s bad, he’s evil’ but at the same time I understand
where they’re coming from. (And
understand they are horrible hypocrites.)
Yeah, and I put Yamcha there and then couldn’t think of a reason for
Goku to dislike him.
(Don’t
let anyone else know this but:) I actually like Chichi in this fic.
that Goku thinks about her. Normally I
have him be like ‘sheesh, why did I marry this banshee?’ and in this one he
actually did love her. Weird.
reservation. Should have known she had
to be dead for me to like her.)
Ah.
Yes!
(oi, why did he have to be a child?) was talking to this robot thing.
it was obvious that he was not the idiot-boy that everyone thought he was.
just play an idiot because it was what folks expected of him.
interesting (yeah that will do) interesting. Uh. looking forward to your next
chapter...but no rush...
single thing I wrote. Then, when I did,
I got all this positive encouragement, and I was like ‘hey, I like this.’
should like this’ but I’m still like ‘but what if they don’t?’
it exists, and nobody has ever read all of it.
Because I’m afraid that it isn’t good enough.) So, anywho, the point was: (oh, lord I sound all snotty again)
experience builds confidence. And ‘sides,
more likely than not people will like your stuff. You’ve got a great imagination, you’re funny *thinks back fondly
to the balcony scene. * and you’re intuitive.
It
would be nice to have my book sitting on everyone’s bookshelf!
to be fanfiction about it. Weirdo me.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
/spa/span>Yeah,
apparently Piccolo’s reaction is a bit out of character for him.
had shocking news. Besides its one
thing to ‘connect’ with someone because of your former ‘planet-purger’ ‘demon
king’ similarities, but it’s another when that planter-purger shacks up with
your friendly neighborhood Goku.
And
of course the Saiyans are happy! They
have each other and a libido larger than the planet they live on.