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 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.
If you didn’t read the warnings, you are on your own I have no sympathy
for you.
And
lastly:
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Slash mailing list. Will probably be
posting it there and at AFF.net
~~***
That fucker should have died.
died in agony, screaming and begging for mercy while Vegeta laughed at him and
crushed him under his power. And he
would have, definitely would have killed him and not felt even a bare ounce of
sorrow for his death. But Kakarot intervened—and
a part of him had counted on that interruption. Because Kakarot could not bring an end to life unless it had
become beyond necessary. Tien had beat
up their children, had hurt them and spat foul things, but he had not
murdered. Thus he could not be killed.
He still should have.
Vegeta bared his teeth, growled low in his throat and
looked up at Kakarot, looked at how intently he stared down at him, at how dark
he was in the dim light of the bedroom, of his glistening skin and his
glittering black eyes. He was not about
to touch Kakarot with violence, wasn’t going to draw blood from his skin in
rage that was not directed at him. But
he bared his teeth and panted through his clenched jaws.
thrust with one of his own.
Needed to feel it, the strength and the nearly
violent meeting of r skr skin.
th
that Kakarot would give him only to a level of that violence he craved, knew
that when the insanity passed he would be thankful for that restraint his mate
had. Knew all this, but didn’t
care. Thrust himself back mindlessly,
wanted more, needed more. Felt the
hardness and the heat and the friction and thought about how very much he
wanted to dig his whole fist straight through the tri-clops’s worthless chest
and pull out his worthless heart.
Then there were lips on his, and he opened his mouth,
parted his teeth, felt the thrusts stop, felt Kakarot’s body rest more heavily
on him, and dug his hands into the skin, held on, and trusted that (for now) at
least, Kakarot understood. He breathed,
opened his mouth for the tongue that traced his teeth, and just breathed.
When his heart stopped racing so hard, when the
violence quieted down in him, when he thought that he could open his eyes
without feeling that anger again, Kakarot moved inside him again.
lips. Gave him a scant little smile,
like asking if he was okay, if he had done the right thing.
Vegeta sighed, relented that sometimes, violence did
not solve everything. “I wanted him
dead,” Vegeta said, pulled the gloves off his hands and threw them across the
room, as easily as that taking off the rage and tossing it aside.
“Me too,” Kakarot said.
That was news to him. Never would have thought that he could even muster up that much
anger to feel that way. And he felt a
strange twinge of something. Pride,
maybe, that Kakarot had overcome that anger to return to himself.
form of killing.
His thoughts were interrupted by Kakarot’s
smile. He was still moving inside of
him, in long smooth strokes, lazilyost.ost.
“What are you ing ing for?”
“I like to watch you fight,” was the answer, “Its
so…” Instead of searching his mind for an answer, he moved faster into him.
noises, and Vegeta grinned. Would have
replied to that little statement, but found that all his comments were stolen
out of him by a particularly well placed thrust.
He reached his hands above him, pressed one palm to
the wall, and moved the other up to pull Kakarot down to kiss him again.
back against the thrusts, rubbed his erection against Kakarot and groaned into
his mouth as he was open up and plundered.
Felt it building up in him. Felt Kakarot’s hands on him, on his ribs and his stomach, brushed
against his nipples and then slipped around him to rub that place on his
back. Made him breathless.
battle that he could not win—came rushing, and he had to cling to his lover,
rode it out and panted for him.
Thought that anyone that was stupid enough to try and
separated them deserved the beating they got, and knew, as he felt Kakarot release
into him, that he felt the same way.
Strange, how that had happened?
Strange that he had truly hated Kakarot for so long,
had needed to defeat him so badly; strange that he had worked all this time to
achievgoalgoal he did not even want anymore.
Had been seduced by this silly earth-raised Saiyan’s natural goodness,
by the light and the optimism and the disgusting way that everything really
would be ‘okay’ as long as he was there.
~~~***
Trunks opened his eyes, and Goten was there.
mouth still bleeding, but he didn’t look like he really gave a damn.
around him even though Dende was still kneeling right there next to them.
top of him.
“Alright,” Goten said to his ear, “I know this is
going to sound stupid, and womanly but, I’m so glad you’re alive.”
invaded him. Shared the taste of his
blood and clawed his hands under Trunks’ shirt, up to his chest, pressed his
palms over every inch of his skin and murmured something deep in his throat.
Dende got up and walked away—thankfully—and didn’t
even mumble something about them making out right there on the floor of the
look out where everyone could clearly see them.
Trunks let Goten run his hands up and down his
chest—he was checking his ribs—and let his mouth be investigated, but had to
stop him when his hands went down to the waist of his pants.
pulled his mouth away. “This isn’t
really the place.”
Goten sighed.
“I know.”
Trunks sat up—regretted it instantly, because that
pressed Goten right against his nether parts; those parts had been interested
before, but now they were rooting for public sex. “What happened?” he asked.
Swallowed down the groan as Goten shifted to he was more comfortable and
pressed against his erection.
“Dad showed up.
And then Vegeta. But Tien’s
still alive.”
“What the hell is up with him anyway?” Trunks
asked. Thought that if anything was a
passion killer, that three-eyed freak definitely qualified.
realized they would not be set free just yet.
“He’s always hated your Dad,” Goten said, “That’s what
Gohan said. Its just a stupid
prejudice.” He said this with a
definite sigh. And nodded his head
sadly, turned to face where the ki levels were, and just stared off in that
direction. Looked wistful and sad, and
Trunks understood that entirely.
“He needs to leave us alone,” Trunks said.
Would have fought Tien back, but the asshole had snuck up on them,
attacked them with his dumb cloned self and played the I can hit you and run
away like a girl game. Beat them
up—shamefully—because he seemed to be everywhere at one time.
could go back and defeat Tien.
Had to be satisfied to know that his father had.
“Lets go back to your house,” Goten said, “Check on
your mother.” He climbed off Trunks’
lap, and helped him to his feet. Waited
for him to get over that strange near-dizziness that always came with being
healed. Then they were flying off
toward the capsule building. Didn’t say
anything, just flew next to one another and concentrated on the common goal of
reaching his mother.
Touched down and went into the kitchen. “With Goku,” Trunks replied. “Oh. And…what “Tien attacked us,” Goten said helpfully, “And Vegeta “Oh. Well, “You heard the woman,” Goten said, “Lets go get a As if that was even a question. When he got to the bathroom, Goten was already in the Removing his clothes took a record-breaking He ground against Goten and kissed him, felt the Ran his hands over all of the smooth skin before him, “AHHHHHH!” Goten said, jumped right against him, “Guess we’ll have to go to my room, then,” Trunks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*** GASP. Vegeta: I Gk: Sheesh, Goten: Trunks: I Gk: Vegeta: GREAT! Ginia: Very, Macha: Oh, Mechanical Butterfly: '> *sighs Jaygoose: All Hectate 18p>
against the countertop and screaming: “STUPID TELEMARKETER BASTARDS!
Trunks. There you are.”
counter, and moved over to hug him.
“I’m so glad you’re alive!”
Pulled back and looked at him; looked at Goten.
were still tightly intertwined, and he wasn’t about to explain to his mother
what they were doing. After all, she
already knew, and he left it at that.
happened?” She looked pleasant, patted
him. But there was the underlying ‘if
you don’t tell me I’ll scream at you until you go deaf, so just spit it out
already kid.’
attacked Tien. He’s still alive
though.”
you two should go get a shower. You
stink, and you’re filthy.” Then she
turned and waddled—oh, he would never tell her that she waddled, but she
did—away from them.
shower!” Said this happily, and despite
the fact that he was bruised and dirty, he ran up the stairs and left Trunks to
either follow him or not.
shower. Gloriously naked, and standing
in the warm water as he soaped up his arms and his chest.
brown by the blood that was being washed away.
Mostly, Goten had not been the focus of the bastard’s attacks, and thus
he was in much better shape that Trunks had been.
second. He stepped into the shower, and
watched Goten turn his back to the spray to look at him, smile at him, and he
took in the sight of his best friend and lover, all naked and soapd
ad
aroused. Kissed him, felt the busted
lip under his, and licked it in sympathy.
Felt Goten wrap his slick, soapy arms around him, bring their hips together
sharply.
erection digging into his skin and the heat of the shower made theeatyeaty and
even stinkier—not that Goten minded as he moved his hand between them to wrap
around both their erections. He slid
along the length of his best friend and opened his mouth, invaded Goten with
his tongue and wanted more.
avoided the bruises he knew were there, and rubbed the tail scar as Goten moved
faster against him, used both his hands around their erections and met his
tongue in the little battle of wills that their kiss had become.
knocked him aga against the shower wall—almost through it—and he
shivered. “The water got fucking cold,”
he said with a laugh.
said.n stn style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Kissed him again.
think I should have had better, more descriptive sex.
Vegeta, give the author a break.
O.O? Did my dad really say that?
think we need to take him to a doctor.
Doctor?! *disappears in a poof *
have sex!~ JUST GREAT!
very happy to hear that you will survive.
Would hate to think I inadvertently killed you.
silly, I don’t think I would stop updating unless someone cut my fingers
off. Then I would just use my toes to
type. I seriously considered killing
Tien. (Stuffs newborn plot bunny into a
bag and ships it Taiwan where doesdoesn’t have to think about writing a ficcie
where Goku responds to death in the aforementioned way.)
would be satisfying, but it wouldn’t be right.
unhappily * I really wanted Tien dead. But
then, I really wanted Gohan to die too. So, *sighs again * I guess what I want isn’t necessarily what’s
right. I honestly couldn’t see Goku
killing anyone like that, or sitting back and letting it be done.
protect life. (Remember that
impassioned speech he gave Freiza that ‘I am the hope of blahblah and people
crying out everywhere’) So, as much as
I wanted Tien (the ass clown) to die, it just wasn’t right.
is right in the world, except that Tien (the ass-clown) is still an ass-clown
that should have died. (Or at least
been paralyzed and thus unable to fight ever again.) Sigh.
I
liked how his attack turned out. A
beating for the tri-clops and horny saiyans!
Yeah!
*ahem*
want me to. And I very much want to
read the chappies. (Says this and glares at Hectate, Jaygoose and Mechanical
Butterfly.) *bounce bounce *
them up. And GASP, 3 other fics?
You’re crazy.