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. &;&nb;
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
And
Lastly, Lastly:
‘Interlude’ because it is directly related he she storyline at this point.
they have been. Its Trunks then
Goten. He still had fading
bruises on his chest—and that one on his face had mostly gone but there was a
small scar left over like a memento of his grand stupidity.
been pretty idiotic to tell Goten—his best friend in the whole world—that he
was either a ‘weakling’ or a ‘woman’ when he didn’t even really believe that
himself.
So he had gone to his Dad, half expecting to be
agreed with, found that besides the arro lit little smirk and the twitch of
annoyance at him, his father hadn’t really reacted at all.
because his father was the sort of person that you wanted to react so you
didn’t have to worry about him sneaking up on you later and getting even for
the stupid thing you said.) He had
wanted someone to tell him he was right about what he had done.
his sentiments.
So he came home to tell his Mom, and she had smacked
him. (That had hurt only because she
smacked the bruise on his face.) And
she told him he was a little prick that was rude and selfish and how could he
say something like that to his best friend in the whole world?
subsided—she asked him if he had told his father what he said.
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“Well, Trunks,” she said to him, “I think you’re very
wrong.” Left it at that.
was a woman.
But excuse the hell out of him, he was a male, you
know, the ones that were anatomically made to not have things just stuck inside
their bodies that did not belong.
(You’re being an idiot, he told himself, a scared little
boy-idiot.) That kept returning to him,
and he fought the realization that it had been fear and not pride that made him
open his mouth and spout the bullshit he had to Goten.
let his best friend do that to him.
Shuddered in debilitating fear.
Thought that he was such a weakling already it didn’t really matter if
he let Goten do whatever wanted.
AND FOR THAT MATTER, Goten hadn’t even wanted to do
it. That wasn’t even what the
conversation had been about. He
couldn’t remember specifically, really.
But it had been something humorous, something silly and stupid and they
hadn’t even been having sex or sitting around after sex.
eating. Doing nothing but enjoying the
fact that they were teenagers, they were best friends.
probably some comedic statement, and now look at the mess he had made.
He felt disgusted with himself the way he had felt
disgusted with Gohan for all the shit he had put them through.
Which made him think (in the broad strokes sort of
way that didn’t require mental images or details) about his father and
Goku. Because neither one of them were
weak in any sense of the word. Yet, if
they were humping like horny rabbits, one of them had to be the uke.
deeply before (who wanted to think about their parent’s sex life?) but now that
the thought occurred to him, he felt like an even bigger ass.
He was such a jerk.
A huge, huge jerk that deserved to be shunned by friends and family
everywhere and outcast from society for his impossibly stupidity.
search of his Mom and found her talking with his Father in the kitchen.
discussing things (one could hardly imagine that less that a few months ago
they had been embroiled in a battle because his Father left her for another
alien.)
“Yes?” his Mom said—not without a sense of humor.
“I was just…
You know… Wondering what I
should do… To, uh…”
“Make up for what you said to Goten so he’ll stop
being angry at you because you finally realized that you were wrong about what
you said and need to go apologize?” she said helpfully.
“Yeah.” It
was sort of nice to have parents that seemed to understand the depths of stupidity
he could get himself into and were always so helpfully amused to see him claw
his way back out.
“This one,” his father said, “You have to figure out
on your own.”
Damn. But, he
couldn’t say that he hadn’t expected that.
~~~***
Goten spent three days with his brother, found that
Gohan wasn’t as big an ass as he had been.
In fact, his brother was back to his normal dopey self that was all
concerned about his wife and his unborn baby and his studies, and it was sort
of nice just to loaf around his brother’s apartment and be concerned about
nothing. They didn’t talk about Gohan’s
most recent shortcomings, or about Vegeta, but they did swap stories about
their mother. Gohan told him that she
was fine, in fact, she was doing more than fine and seemed to be enjoying her
time in Otherworld.
Which Goten had just assumed she had been, and felt
retrospectively a little bad that he hadn’t wanted to find out for sure that
his mother was alright. But then, she
was a tough woman and he suspected that no matter what situation she was put
it, she would be fine.
Still, three days of nothing was grating on his
nerves. So he left the apartment and
found his way back out in the great wide wilderness. Was lingering around, just floating and thinking about nothing
when Trunks showed up. Looked at him
with mostly closed eyes and considered whether or not he even wantedhearhear
what was going to be said.
would fairest if he gave Trunks the chance to say whatever he needed to say.
“Look, Goten,” was what the Demi-Prince said to him,
“I… I’m sorry about what I said.”
accidentally hit his own chest. “I
didn’t mean to say that I thought you were weak or… A woman.
I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking.”
Or he was thinking and he honestly believed that only
weak people would play uke for their big, strong impressive boyfriends.
because he wondered if Trunks thought he was some sort of whore for just
handing himself to the demi-Prince for no better reason than to get him to
focus on fighting. Felt bad for
thinking that because really, Trunks deserved the benefit of the doubt
there. He wasn’t a bad person, he had
just said a bad thing.
“That’s a lie,” Trunks said, “I do know what I was
thinking. I was just…
That… I don’t know, that you
would want to…” insert the word ‘fuck’ here, “Me. And I don’t think I can do that.” Looked miserably honest.
This made Goten happy. He wanted Trunks to feel miserable. Not for long, but for a few minutes because there was nothing
like that feeling that your guts had been ripped and and stomped on by the
person that was supposed to be your best friend. Still, fear was something he could sympathize with (didn’t want
to because that was the dumbest, rudest and most hurtful thing he had heard in
the whole of his life, but he could sympathize with it.)
air and looked at Trunks again. “I
never even said that I wanted anything from you. Obviously if I wanted things the other way around I would have
done that in the first place, don’t you think?”
This apparently made Trunks stop and think.
it!* “I’m sorry,” he said again, “I
didn’t mean it. I really didn’t.
have said it.”
Very good, Goten wanted to say.
being semi-friends again. But he
didn’t. Didn’t smile or say ‘aw that’s
alright’ or jump his best friend or anything like that, because he didn’t want
to. Didn’t want Trunks to get the
mistaken impression that words were going to undo this situation that easily.
“So… I’m not
sure what I’m going to do to make it up to you… But I’ll think of something.”
That could be promising. But he had enough of this.
Three days with Gohan had seemed like an eternity suddenly, and he felt
like a good workout would be the best way to continue his day.
yet—thought that he might flash back to the stupid thing and accidentally beat
the crap out of him again—but if he could find his Dad (Sans Vegeta) then he
could probably spar with him. Or hell,
he thought with a strange sense of companionship, he could even find Vegeta and
spar with him.
“Ok,” he said to Trunks, “I’ve gotta go now,
though.” Felt awkward just leaving him
there because four days ago he would have kissed him, or hugged him or
something. Touched him in some way, and
now he didn’t want to. Didn’t trust
himself to. So he just nodded to
reaffirm this statement and turned to leave.
Ended up finding Vegeta instead of his Dad.
capsule house, and found that when he looked at the Prince he felt like he had
something in common with him. (Other
than the fact that he had been humping the man’s son and Vegeta was involved in
a relationship with his father.)
“Hey,” he said, “I was looking for someone to spar with.
Vegeta gave him a look. A calculating look that seemed to be sizing him up and seeing if
it was worth the time or effort. In the
end the Prince just said: “I have
time.”
Which apparently meant that he had all the time in
the world to remind Goten that Vegeta was older and more experienced and no
matter how good he thought he was, he needed to remember that he was still a
teenager and Vegeta had been fighting decades longer than he had even been
alive.
But it was a good fight.
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Goten: GASP!
I cannot have actually just gotten along with Vegeta.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Gk: I’m a
bit astounded myself.
Vegeta:
*frown *
Goten: *pssst*
dad, what’s wrong with him?
Gk: He’s
just angry that he got caught doing something nice.
Vegeta: I AM NOT!
Gk: See?
Jaygoose:
I
like the Trunks/Goten thing too. *sadly
* So it’ll probably stick around aile.ile.
Getarian:
Wow.
I mean I write it and then I wait for your review to see if I got the
right message across, and you just never fail to surprise me.
little while about this, and happy too.*
Naturally, I agree with you about Trunks and all the stuff about what he
said and why he might have said it. If
its really not for him to be uke and Goten feels like its unfair that way, than
the two of them can’t ever really make it together. But otenoten’s not interested, than they have a chance.
And
maybe they don’t even want the chance.
We just don’t know. (yet.)
Hope
you liked this chapter, and I’ll be getting back to ‘Geta’s POV in the next
chappie. (I missed writing him.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yeah!
OMGoodness.
reality check because of you guys. She
told me once that my stories had no emotion in them and they were flat.
the best writer in the world. So, I
think its time to go find her and get all humble again.
Sheesh.
chapter. I’m rather shocked by everyone’s
deep reaction to it. But pleased
because I was trying to get everyone emotionally involved.
*Goku
from Hormone Therapy shows up and knocks MB on the head. * VEGETA IS MINE!
I
wish I knew IT too. That would be such
a useful thing to know. *sighs and
thinks happily of what life would be like with IT.*