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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The
fight persisted into the afternoon. "> He
felt his muscles burning, felt his power as it reached the peak and saw the
determination in Kakarot’s eyes as he moved with fluid ease.
with his stupid need to hold back until the fucking end of the fight.
because Kakarot’s power level was right on the border between Super Saiyan 2
and 3. Fluctuating prettily, like
taunting the Prince.) He held his own
most of the fight, landed a few very good blows that turned into bruises, beat
enough of his lover that his clothes were ripped to shreds, and they were
staring now, breathing heavily and taking an understood momentary break.
Which
was a bad idea, because he could feel how badly his body was burning on every
inch. Hot to the touch and aching from
the most recent abuse. He knew the big
idiot was excited by this whole thing.
He was shaking like a spastic puppy, teetering on that edge between
complete instinct and human control. (Which always made him think back
to Radditz with that satisfied smirk to know that he had trapped the older,
taller man under him more than once and taken what he wanted.
a punishment for losing.) But Kakarot
was not him, he was something different.
With instincts that were murky due to years without use, with y of
of
human interference. Drawing out this
fight now was just a method of torture, of prolonging the defeat until neither
one of them could stand it anymore, and Vegeta was fucking sick of it
already.
Had a
feeling that these first few weeks of teaching Kakarot was going to make him
hate the other Saiyan.
“Tired?”
Kakarot asked.
“No,
You?” he replied.
There
was a shrug. “Hungry.”
him by the arm—always the fucking arm, he was surprised his shoulder was
dislocated by now—but he countered by kicking him in the head, used the grip on
his arm to hold himself in place as he repeatedly kicked.
Fell
a few feet, caught himself and looked around, didn’t see Kakarot, held his
breath and listened to the air around them, heard the slight woosh and turned,
stopped the hand before it could hit his neck.
Grinned. His instincts to strike
the most meaningful blows were definitely in place.
Then
he used the hand that Vegeta hadn’t blocked to grab him by the neck, drove them
both down to the ground and pinned him there.
Smirked, loosened the grin on his throat just enough to flip him onto
his stomach. Then pinned his face down
like he was some sort of dog, and Vegeta screamed in outrage at that, blindly
tore at the hand on him, and then it was gone.
The
power—Kakarot’s that is—was completely gone, and he turned, brushed the dirt out
of his eyes and saw Kakarot sitting on his ass in the dirt, staring at his own
hand like he didn’t understand what it was.
“Vegeta,” he said pleadingly, “What…
How… Why?”
And
they were back to the earth-raised sense of right and wrong.
to explain that yes, Vegeta was pissed as all hell that his face had just been
rubbed in the dirt (and he knew what else would have come, which is probably
why Kakarot had stopped) but it was the Saiyan thing to do.
weren’t going to do that, but yes Saiyans were instinctually dominating in that
fashion. Not an easy task.
“Are
you alright?” his lover asked.
Vegeta
sighed, sat on the ground and finished brushing the dirt off his face and
chest. Huffed and let his power level
drop back down to normal. “I’m fine,
Kakarot.”
~~~***
He
was going to… No.
He would never have done that.
He couldn’t even imagine doing it.
But, he could imagine it. He was
going to do it. He would have done it
if that wave of panic hadn’t hit him and he reeled from it, felt everything in
his whole body shudder and his stomach turn and he couldn’t imagine it.
Couldn’t
even find the words to express how awful it felt to think such a thing, to want
to hold Vegeta down and just…fuck him.
Like an animal. To hear him howl
out and to know that he, Goku, was the only one to get that privilege.
dominance, the satiated sense of fulfilled domination.
give. Just take, take it all without
consideration for his mate, and there was something so…wrong.
Horribly wrong.
It
had been the thought of making Vegeta bleed that broke the instinct, that broke
the lust-crazed daydream, and he felt like he should be punished somehow,
should be burned alive for even thinking such a thing, much less managing to
get his mate into the position to do it.
How could Vegeta sit there and look at him after he was going to such an
awful thing? Didn’t he realize what he
would have done?
“Are
you alright?” Vegeta returned. Had a
new bruise around his neck, not nearly as dark as the last one had been.
in only a matter of hours.
“Uh.”
No he was definitely not okay.
This was not okay. He was not
this. He did not want to make people
bleed, he did not want to feel Vegeta struggling for his freedom under him he
didn’t want to use his mate that way and he absolutely refused to do it.
his for the whole of his life and he could control it now.
The
truth was, he didn’t know. He had no
idea if he controlled it or somehow, but never being part of him, it controlled
him.
Vegeta
sighed deeply, looked just about as happy as a… Goku couldn’t even think of something unhappy.
violent storm that had come and overtaken his entire life and left him with no
ability to do anything. Just try to
breath and try to shove away the images of what he would have done.
of arousal that had been so strong during the fight as it went away, slowly,
and he hated it. Hated the feeling of
it.
Looked
at Vegeta desperately as his mate moved over to his side.
him with all the seriousness the Prince possessed. “Kakarot,” he said, “I asked you if you could handle all of
me. And you said that you could.”
you a bad Saiyan.”
That
was a marginal comfort. He impulsively
lunged forward, grabbed Vegeta and dragged him into a hug.
remember hugging anyone in his life except his tiny son when he had to go back
to being dead. That was it.
hugging Vegeta to his chest and wondering what would have happened if he had
slipped. If that control had not been
there, and the nightmarish desire had not drawn him out of the daydream.
Without
even standing up, without asking Vegeta or saying anything, he moved them back
to their house, back inside the safety of their little haven, far away from
everyone else and everything else, and Vegeta pulled back, sighed at him.
in words, but were there inside of you anyway.
So
far, their relationship had withstood every stone thrown at it, but Goku wasn’t
sure if it would survive this. Knew
that if it did, than it was forever.
Nothing would ever drag them apart from one another if they made it
through this next trial. And naturally,
it would be him that brought out this trial.
Vegeta
dragged him to the bathroom, adjusted the water for the shower and stripped
himself. (His clothes were mostly
intact while Goku’s were ripped to their usual shreds.)
the tattered heap on the floor of the bathroom and followed Vegeta into the
shower. Watched the dusty dirt wash off
his mate, looked at him and smiled.
Loved him. Really did.
and how he had never allowed anyone or anything to shove him aside like
trash. He had fought for every second
of his life, and he had the scars there to prove it.
Goku
ran his fingers across those scars, ran them down his chest, over his stomach,
wrapped his fingers around the erection, watched Vegeta look at him.
he trusted him. Really did.
realize that Goku didn’t even trust himself.
He
dropped down to his knees, heard Vegeta open his mouth, heard him try to say
something, but he replaced the hand with his mouth before the words could get
formed, and whatever they might have been was lost. Just as well. He felt the
fingers in his dirty hair and focused on the hardness in his mouth.
mental betrayal of taking something from Vegeta that had only been given
before, that betrayal, that image of it…
It made his heart pound to wonder if he could really have done it, and
he felt that he had to make it up, had to ask for forgiveness for a crime he
had never committed.
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EGADS!
(Don’t worry, it doesn’t stay this bad forever…
And about that Baby. Everyone
wants to know about Bra, and I am right there with you guys.
baby yet. Don’t worry, I haven’t
foten ten about the poor girl.
Vegeta: Yeah!
Gk: Oi.
Vegeta: Hey, aren’t
you supposed to be doing something.
Gk: Not down
here. I was doing it up there.
Vegeta: No fair.
Gk: You’re right,
its no fair that I never get head.
Vegeta: Yes you
did.
Gk: When?
Vegeta: MoP
Chapter 18.
Gk: Oh…shut
up! *pouts *
Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang:
I
didn’t forget about Bra.spanspan>I forget the
exact number of months but something like 7 have passed in the whole of the MoP
storyline.
SaiyajinNeko:
*pats
Saiyan Goku* Not so sure he’s cute this
way. Sort of…feral.
But I suppose Goku is always cute.
Macha:
*innocent
little halo appears * I didn’t laugh maniacally.
*smile in innocence * Vegeta
wasn’t ‘withholding’ sex, he was just focused on other things.
withhold sex!
NOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo! )
Mechanical Butterfly:
Yep, Goku probably would have
the best chance to guess what’s going on in Vegeta’s head.
I hate it when my computer
gets snippety with me. (I generally
threaten to take a metal baseball bat to it.)
Sorry to hear yours is being a punk..