The Meaning of Pride
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The Meaning of Pride
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for the warnings portion:
A.
I own nothing but my own two hands.
All the characters payedayed 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.
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
~~***
“Hey, Vegeta,” she said to him, shifted uncomfortably
on her chair, tugged on her hair and looked nervous. “I was just wondering, if you…
Well, this is going to sound silly but…”
He felt his gut bottom out. She had the same feeling.
He knew it. Knew it to be the
absolute truth even before she opened her mouth to say it.
as he heard her say:
“Did you have this weird feeling this morning…
Where are you going?”
He turned, stared at her. Felt a strange deadness in his gut. Recognized it, and the wave of hate and rage that came next.
the life of his son to save that stupid human and the green midget.
“He’s uh…”
But he didn’t need her answer.
Super Saiyan two without any sort of warning, without any sense of fighting
before he did it. And that was so
unlike his lover that he actually felt a momentary fear.
him to do such a thing. Shoved open the
kitchen door and took off. Felt bad as
he sliced through the wind that he hadn’t stopped and explained something to
Bulma.
What exactly?
Tell her you had a bad feeling too?
His son had better be alive.
better be fine, he better be perfect.
He shivered in hate and fear and wished like hell he
had pinned Kakarot somewhere and demanded he share this little IT technique he
knew so well. Moved faster through the
air, hated that he was so fucking slow, felt that ki changing, felt Kakarot
changing, felt the anger—a blind sort of anger that meant something truly
horrible had happened. There was
nothing but pure fight there. Almost
revenge, but not quite.
Just a fight.
He snarled to himself. Tried to shove away that feeling of doom.
him. He went over a mountain, out into
an open plain and they came into view.
Kakarot—burning as bright as a star and just as intensely.
another figure, power held up all around him to keep from being crushed under
the weight of his father’s ki, or the churning earth around him.
Vegeta went to the kid, touched down next to him,
pulled him back and saw his son. Saw
Goten. They were both bloody.
“I’ll take him to Dende,” Goten said.
Stupid child. Everything else was understood. And his lover looked at him, got a strange little And the disgusting tri-clops was there. Vegeta would kill him. Destroy him and ground his bones to dust. He raised his hands, curled them into fists and Oh yes. Today he would die. ~~~*** Trunks was barely breathing. His children. Saw Tien smiling as he did this. Would have attacked and disarmed him in that Knew the moment Vegeta rose his fists that Tien would That did not last through the first attack. That kindness wasn’t going to last too long, Goku It ended, gloriously, when Vegeta turned, grabbed Not long enough. You should stop this, he said to himself. You It wasn’t right. You’re going to regret this. So what? If Goku smiled. A kick to the head sent the clone to the ground. Somewhere, Trunks’ ki level flared back into full Tien rushed, screamed, moved to attack Vegeta, moved And there was a breaking in that. Goku moved forward, grabbed Vegeta. Goku raised his hand, fed Tien some of his power—remembered Vegeta turned in his grasp, clawed at him. Felt Vegeta tear his clothes off, grabbed hand fulls Shivered and wondered if he would end up on the ‘bottom’ Kissed him harder, and then pulled back. Groaned and panted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*** 14 Trunks: I’m glad they were so concerned for me Goten: Dear, Trunks: Goten: Oh, Trunks: … *crickets Card: Did *snore * Am Jaygoose: *growls Getarian: Well, Yes, Yeah Oooo. *Goku Meep. Kodachi: He Yeah, Ginia: Oh. Hectate 18: I Sooo…. Macha: Aw, *Notices
He gave him a dead stare, knew that this kid cared about his son,
deeply, knew that his child would be okay because Goten was Kakarot’s son.
in the battered body, the broken arm, wondered how that fucking tri-clops must
have snuck up on him to be abo ino inflict damage of that nature.
off. Lifted up into the air and stood
at Kakarot’s side, flared to Super Saiyan, and said: “Kakarot.” Just that one
word.<
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asshole wants to die so damn badly I will gladly give it to him.
half-smile on his face and powered down.
“Alright, Vegeta. I guess it’s
mostly your fight anyway.” He moved
away, to the ‘sidelines’ and stood there.
Smirked—that was a proud smirk.
fists. Grinning and breathing
heavy. Looking like he was so fucking
happy that he could make Vegeta’s son bleed.
Like he was so proud of himself, like he was so much better.
on children and take advantage of them.
waited for the moron to attack. Felt
that white flash of battle-instincts over take him and wanted to roar.
him, and smiled. Laughed.
injuries, saw him straining to fight against both of the Tiens.
seasoned fighter attacking two children.
Granted, they were Saiyans, but they were still children.
His child. His son.
And Vegeta’s only son.
justified. Saw that there was
corruption there that could not be fixed.
Saw all this in a mere second, and exploded at the anger he felt.
of everything Tien had said to him, thought of what the bastard had said to
Vegeta, thought of how he had attacked them only the day before.
moment. But Vegeta appeared.
watch the ass-kicking.
not live through this fight. Felt guilt
and disappointment in himself as he thought ‘good.’
a coward. Both of his clones, both
radiating energy and power and so full of their superiority that he was shocked
the asshole didn’t choke on it and die.
But Vegeta avoided these attacks, ducked out of the way.
let him attack to see what he had learned since the last time they fought.
knew.
Tien’s wrist in one of his hands and cracked the bone in half with a quick
smack of his hand. There was a scream,
a whimpering, that stupid asshole that thought he was going to win was starting
to rethink.
Not enough to give up. Just
enough to reassure himself that he was the one in the right.
back while he released Tien’s wrist.
That attack landed, and Vegeta was shoved down, caught himself, turned
and set off a shower of ki blasts.
know its not right.
But it wasn’t his fight. He had
stopped Vegeta yesterday, had held him still and felt that Vegeta was willing
to let it drop. But Tien was not.
but they would be the ones to end it.
And if it was not his fight it was not his place to get involved.
he was too bothered by his conscience he could always use the dragon balls.
and chucked him at the ground. Caught
the clone by the foot and kicked him in the gut, in his face.
Felt pride expanding inside of him.
Infinitely. Found himself
watching the smooth ripple and flow of Vegeta’s attack, of his muscles and the sheer
flawlessness of his power and his anger.
Found himself watching this and wanting it. Wanting Vegeta. Thought
that was only slightly odd.
noise, and the clone was gone. Tien
grabbed his own head, and cursed.
Vegeta stood still, wasn’t even breathing hard.
for whatever attack was going to come im.
life.
with all the rage of anything that Goku had ever considered ‘evil’ moved with
the intent to maim and kill. Was met by
Vegeta, met the brunt force of a fist to his face, and then there was another,
and another. Vegeta powered u his
fists, punched them harder.
Frantically.
seen the satisfied smirk on Vegeta’s face.
But he couldn’t.
when he had done the same to Freiza once, and thought that if Tien came after
them again he would not spare his life.
his hardness, and with a wink at his mate—that was really the best word for it—moved
them both back to their bedroom.
of Vegeta’s and tore them away as wellan san style="mso-spacerun: yes">
Opened his mouth when Vegeta attacked him. Pressed against the slimmer body, felt the movement of hips
against his stomach. Fell back onto the
bed, let Vegeta land on top of him.
tonight again. But while there was rage
in Vegeta’s attacks on Tien, there was none in his hands on Goku’s skin.
thighs, and kissed him, pushed him farther up onto the bed.
with his hips.
release. There should have been a
complete victory there today and there was not. So Goku rolled Vegeta under him.
Grabbed the much abused lube off the bed—it hadn’t even made it to the
table—squeezed it out onto his hand, spread it all over himself and would have
done more to prepare Vegeta, but the Prince took charge, wrapped his hands around
Goku and pulled him into himself, first with his hand and then with his legs.
Looked at Goku and demanded that he be given the release he needed so
badly.
words over.
horny Saiyans care for nothing but their lube.
*sniffle *
sheesh. Here *hands him some lube
*
THANKS! *grabs Goten and carts
him off. *
chirp* …
you expect more? Vegeta and Goku are
clearly busy,
tired, so if the responses seem a little *drool, snore * I’m sorry.
at Krillin * I don’t like him.
duplicate of Tien * DIE DIE DIE!
I couldn’t kill him. Yes, Tien
is the King of Ass Clowns.
honestly, Tien had to keep his grudge because it’s a commentary on the…
Actually its just to show how pointless and stupid prejudice is.
this is just a fanfic. Tien is an ass
in this fic. I don’t like him.
we all blocked out the ‘bad man’ shirt.
In fact, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
‘Little Generalat sat sounds like Joey.
(Now don’t tell anyway but) I almost died from blushing so bright when I
wrote the P word. (Penis…look at me
blushing again.) I have no idea why,
but for some reason that wordays ays makes me blush like a second grader.
appears from nowhere, picks up Vegeta (doesn’t untie him) and carts him off.
* Gee, there dear, I don’t think Goku’s
going to let you keep Vegeta for very long, ever. But you can keep stealing him.
He is very steal-worthy.
nice things you said doesn’t seem like enough.
So I guess I’ll have to get all smiley and dopey and just stick with
writing the best I can. (Seems the only
fair thing to do. ) But thank you.
saw…he saw… Stupid people!
solemnly: I see stupid people. *
I’m very glad you can write again.
Yeah! *has a little party in
honor of this occasion. * Thanks for
reviewing.
I promised humor in ‘Much Like Suffocating.’ There was no such promise here.
But It’ll come, I’m sure. It
always does. Come.
think its best just to leave the boys to make their lemonade.
yield injuries.
Hmm? *gives Hectate stern look *
thanks for reviewing like that. Glad
you ‘caught up’ I guess you can get
behind pretty quick if you miss a day or two.
Sigh…maybe I’ll just stop updating so often.
audience looks less than amused by this *
I was just kidding people.
Sheesh.