Saiyan Enlightenment
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Saiyan Enlightment
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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“Hey…Vegeta…what
if I don’t want to be more Saiyan?” Kakarot asked.
Now
that was something that Vegeta had actually considered.
that Kakarot would fight against his inner nature because that was what he did,
fought it with all his power. If he
could find a way to quash the natural instinct, Kakarot had probably done
it. Look at whom he chose as a
wife. Chichi was a very demanding,
dominant woman, even if she didn’t consciously mean to be.
But
it didn’t matter if Kakarot wanted to be a Saiyan or not.
“You
don’t get to chose, Kakarot,” he said—very seriously—“You are a Saiyan.
“But,
there’s never been anything to control.”
No,
there probably hadn’t. Nothing that he
noticed. But in all the years Vegeta
had known Kakarot, most of them he had been dead. Or if not dead than not on this planet. So, the man didn’t really have anything to trigger this inner
nature coming to the fore until he got with Vegeta. Until the three-eyed freak’s death. That had to have brought up questions, about how Kakarot could
stand and let it happen without feeling as if he had to stop it.
“I
know,” is what Kakarot said before he could even point out that there was
something to control now. His lover
dipped his head down in a sigh of defeat and said: “There is something
now.” Like this was the end of the
world, to discover your heritage. Like
there was something wrong with being a Saiyan.
He
swallowed the immediate offended annoyance that this big baka from earth
thought there was something horribly wrong with being a Saiyan—because,
honestly, Vegeta already knew that and had spent a great deal of his time
already being annoyed about it—and grabbed Kakarot by the wrist, yanked him
closer—so that he actually fell forward and ended up sprawled on the bed, with
his upper body pressed against Vegeta.
“Why’d
you do that?” Kakarot asked, looked at him, and shifted so he could balance
himself on his hand.
“Not
everything about Saiyans is destruction and dominance,” he said.
up with something that wasn’t about destruction and dominance, because their
race was pretty basic. We destroy
you. You cower at our feet.
Kakarot
sighed. “I don’t think this is going to
be easy.”
No.
It was best to know that up front.
That they were going to bicker like children and fight like old women,
and beat the hell out of one another on regular basis just to prove that they
could. But it was a necessary thing,
one that had to be done, or Kakarot’s Saiyan side would jump out and let the
whole of the world know that a bump on the head wasn’t enough to keep him
locked up forever.
“But,”
this was his mate speaking again, “Nothing is ever easy, is it Vegeta?”
again. It had gotten significantly
lighter overnight (bless the Saiyan constitution) but it was still there, and
Kakarot was staring at it with all the interest and hunger of a starving man
staring at a steak.
Which of course, gave rise to the
strange feelings in Vegeta’s chest, because quite honestly, he had never been
one to sit back and idly allow himself to be dominated by anything, and yet,
here sat this big oaf who had thoughtlessly slipped in under his best defenses
and disarmed all his natural protections.
He wanted to resolutely blame in on the stupid fusion, but it was
something else, he knew. Some sort of
weakness in himself that had been exploited (not necessarily by Kakarot,
because even if the idiot could find the weakness, he wasn’t sure he would use
it to his advantage.) He sighed
deeply.
And
his lover (with his short-attention span) gave him a little smirk and said:
“So, why’d you drag me over here, Vegeta?”
~~~***
Breakfast
was not much, actually. Some form of
bready stuff (Vegeta called it ‘bagels’ or ‘toast’ or something.)
No sugar. Pretty darn boring
actually, but Vegeta told him that they needed to work on this Saiyan instinct
problem with their free time which mean less time would be devoted to going
over to Bulma’s and stealing food from her fridge. There hadn’t been any sex either. None to speak of. A
rather boring shower during which Vegeta stubbornly did not allow him to do
anything but wash his own body and hair and look longingly at his smaller
mate.
Then
they dressed, ate the not-much-breakfast and went out to ‘spar’ which (Vegeta
informed him) would be more like fighting than actual sparring.
‘good-natured, I’m here to make you better and get better myself,’ but more
like ‘I can kick your ass, and I am not shy about doing it.’
Capsule building so Vegeta could inform his son to look after his mother and to
come and find him should anything happen, like the baby being born.)
desert area atoodtood in the air, glaring at one another.
had an idea as to what the hell they were supposed to be doing.
“So,”
he said finally, “What are we going to do today?” Vegeta had made an excellent point, about him not getting a
choice. He really didn’t.
held Vegeta to the ground and allowed Tien to die without even realizing that
mostly he didn’t think these things were ‘right.’ Then there was that flash of anger that passed through him every
time he thought of his son and the lackeys that had made his life hell for the
past months. How they were all on his
side when they needed a planet saved but absolutely against him being happy
with Vegeta. These things needed to be
controlled, and if the only way to control them was to draw them out and
explore them, than that was what he was going to have to do.
training.
“Fight,”
was what Vegeta said. Fixed his gloves
and then gave him a strange look.
Right.
Yep. They could do that.
But
neither of them were moving. So he
sighed. “Am I just supposed to attack
you?”
“That
would be the idea.”
He
gave Vegeta a sneer, because it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world that
he was just supposed to move forward and attack his mate.
in Vegeta’s head.
“First,”
his mate said, holding up a white-gloved hand, “Think of something that pisses
you off. Most Saiyan instincts work off
anger.”
Right.
Think angry thoughts. That
shouldn’t be hard. He could jus think
of… Well, sadly enough, he could just
think of his oldest son and that damn question of his that haunted Goku like a
shadow that wouldn’t go away. ‘How
could you?’ He hated that fucking
question. And he felt the anger, felt
the power it gave him, the way it gripped all his thoughts and he chd
fd
forward. Saw Vegeta, but not as his
mate, as something else, as something to be attained or destroyed, and either
way he was determined to get it.
But,
Vegeta moved out of the way at the last moment, brought his elbow down in the
middle of Goku’s back and his knee up into his gut. Moved back, crossed his arms over his chest, and masterfully
showed off that he was indeed a full-blooded Saiyan, one that surpassed Goku by
years of experience.
As
if.
Goku
straightened again, felt the anger flaring, felt hateful thoughts as they came
to his mind, and he let it happen, didn’t fight it, didn’t feel bad for it, let
it charge through him and his very skin tingled with the strangeness of that
awful power. He moved again, faster
than Vegeta, kicked him in the side, and knocked him to one side.
waited for this opponent to get back to his ‘feet.’ Waited for the attack that came.
Felt
very patient, and strangely weighted down.
Vegeta
kicked him in the head, knocked him to the left and then punched him hard in
the chest, evaded his attempts to grab him, and snarled out something—something
intelligible, but it was a challenge.
And Goku felt that any challenge should be met with a show of greater
strength, snarled out his own wordless cry and grabbed for the Prince again,
got his hand, dug his fingers into the bruise he had put there, and flipped the
Prince to the ground, knocked his head against the hardened dirt, and then
lifted him up again, turned in a quick circle and sent him flying.
Stood
there with a grin on his face as he watched him struggle to catch his bearings
again, and smiled all the broader when Vegeta did, when he stopped in the air,
turned, and glared right back. It was
more fun this way. This was the challenge he had fought his
whole life for.
And
he was going to win it.
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50
words precisely under the count. *sigh
*
Vegeta: Why did I
make you refrain from having sex with me?
Gk:
know. Perhaps we’ll get to in next
chapter.
Vegeta: Did you
just say ‘perhaps?’
Gk: Yeah.
Vegeta: *stifles
giggle * Oh…nothing.
Gk: O.o?!
Vegeta: Oh, I don’t,
perhaps it doesn’t sound like you.
Gk: Don’t make me
whup your ass.
Vegeta: Whup?
* Perhaps you need a whuppin!
Saiyajin Neko:
Yeah.
Macha:
I’m
not messing with you. *mwhahahahaah!*
You can use ‘arousal-inducing’ all you want, but someone might point out
the word should be ‘arousing.’ (Just
ignore that person that points it out)
Vegeta withholding sex? He’s not
exactly good with that is he?
Jaygoose:
Miss
you. Hope you had fun with your
Mother. And of course there will be
angst.
Plyric:
Ah,
you’re not a horrible person. I’ve
reviewed more after I start writing for DBZ than I ever have.
sure. I just don’t.
reviews.) And I love XeroSky and
Pixelgoddess. Haven’t read the other
three. But, thanks for the
compliments. Hope you keep reading.
Getarian:
*sighs
* This looks to be a long process.
is as well-flushed out as Vegeta was in the DBZ series.
And
I didn’t go lay down (this from the review from er…You aren’t the only one.) I
just sort of closed my eyes and ignored the headache. (I do that a lot. This
chapter took a long time only because I had to go do something *stupid real life!
* But the headache has passed a bit
now. ) Thanks for caring.
Well…
(P.S. Sorry
that I did not respond to the other stories.
*hides behind tree * I’ll make
up for it. Swear!)
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