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.
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
~~***
Some fucking morons had no fucking clue what the hell
pride was. Some liked to toss it back
in your face like a kick in the gut and a ‘please, Great Prince, kill me and
ground my bones to dust.’ He knew the
difference between pride and arrogance.
He knew the difference between fear and rage. He knew when he looked at the fucking tri-clops that it had seen
him, seen him when he was with Kakarot, had gotten to see a part of him that
was for NO ONE to see. Not for that
tri-clops, not for the idiots that chittered and chattered and shook in fear of
him. Not for those that had tried to
kill him and then relied on him to protect their stupidness.
him because he was a Saiyan
Fuck them.
Fuck this planet.
Fuck anything that thought they could even for ten
seconds understand what the hell he had to be proud of.
< sty style='mso-tab-count:
1'> And if they didn’t die, he would kill them all.
Stand in front of him, and say ‘Haha buddy, you are
letting that asshole fuck you’ and see if he was going to wait five seconds
before he blew them to bits. Hammered
their bodies into the ground and burned them to ashes.
wind because only the planet itself could really mourn the loss of something so
fundamentally stupid.
Idiots looked at pride and saw fault, saw arrogance
and cockiness and evil. Idiots looked
at him and looked for a reason to hate him, looked for a reason to ridicule
him. And wasn’t he a dear?
insults to them when he decided that ‘yes’ he did want Kakarot.
pre-printed insults. Just to save the
morons the fucking time.
Well, they had no clue what Pride was if they thought
he was losing something with Kakarot.
The had no idea how wrong they were.
And if they wanted to find out, if they wanted toh hih him to that point
where it became a matter of death than he was more than willing to push right
the fuck back. Let them come, let them
challenge him.
Let them ask, with their snide little grins ‘Where is
your Pride?”
RIGHT HERE ASSHOLE!
My fist in your face, my foot buried in your broken
chest, the dust of your body as it floats away—useless, the same way you were
in life. That’s my fucking pride.
SAIYAN.
SAIYAN PRIDE. That was what he
was. The elite, the Prince, the only
one in the whole universe that remembered what his race had once been.
and these were their laws. If they
wanted him to obey them, than FINE, he would play the pretty Prince for the
idiots and let them get lulled into the thought that he had his claws removed
and his teeth pulled.
FUCK with him and see what happened!
Pride was knowing what you were.n
sn
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pride was knowing what you came from.
knocked down. Pride was crawling back
into your space ship when it took four freaking morons to defeat you and
cackling as you realized that you would be back—would they?
died. Pride was saving this world that
you would have destroyed because it was the home your child was born on.
fucking morons you would have killed years ago and proving that while THEY
died, so had you, and YOU refused to give up the fight.
Pride was knowing that there was some purpose in your
existence.
So what did that fucking three-eyed triclops know of
Pride?
What PRIDE did he lose with Kakarot?
None. And as
he turned, looked at him, saw that he was still standing there, waiting for the
anger to pass, he realized that Pride would never be lost there.
take it, did not want him humiliated and brought down.
anything from him, just to be there.
What the fuck did he lose?
It was a question of what he gained.
A lover that was more powerful than any enemy they
had faced. An equal that had proved
himself. Someone he could not destroy,
did not want to destroy, and someone who was part of him because he was the
only other one that could understand.
Dropped on his head or not, the Saiyan was still inside Kakarot, and it
would come out and play when it was needed.
Nothing was lost.
~~~***
Of course, Goku said he would wash the clothes, but
that didn’t mean he was really planning on running home right this second and
doing that. Especially when Vegeta
moved over to him, stared at him for a long moment like he was reacquainting
himself with every facet of his face and his body, and he opened his mouth to
say something, but he found that he was being pulled down to meet Vegeta.
were sucked right out of him.
Vegeta tore at his mouth, with his lips and teeth and
tongue, tore at him and drew blood.
Clashed their teeth together and growled. Ran his gloved hands down his chest, ripped the clothes away and
looked back up at him, then down, at his chest, pulled the gloves off and
tossed them to the ground, pressed his hot hands—still burning from all that
energy they had so recently focused—against him. Kissed him again, harder, and dug his hands into his skin until
Goku could feel the bruises.
Which was fine.
He curled his fingers into the neckband of Vegeta’s
shirt and ripped it open down his back.
Then ran his hands up and down that back as Vegeta shoved him to the
ground, climbed onto of him and moved from his mouth to neck.
hands. Thrust his hips against him in a
strange mindlessness, and Goku thought that this was definitely preferable to
clothes.
He let his hands slip down, into Vegeta’s pants,
wrapped his hands around the firm muscles of his ass, and pulled him tight
against his larger body. Felt the
hardness digging into him, and groaned.
Vegeta attacked himself to a nipple and sucked on it,
raked his teeth across it until he made it ache. Then he moved to the opposite side and attacked it the same
way.
“OH SHIT!”
And of course it would be his child to interrupt them, because Goten had
unfortunately inherited his sense of very bad timing.
Vegeta pulled back a little, looked at Goten like he
was not fazed by this new intruder—and considering Goten had already seen them
in a compromising position, he wasn’t that worried about it.
Goku’s abused chest and said: “Yes?”
“Uh…” Goten
turned red, turned around so his back was to them. “Just…uh…making sure you two weren’t fighting.”
“Now that you know,” Vegeta said, “Go away.”
“Alright,” Goten said. Didn’t turn around again, but managed to get up into the air
(after a few stumbles) and flew off in the general direction of the Capsule
building. For a few short moments, Goku
sincerely hoped that his child’s ability to navigate wasn’t affected by this
most recent mental trauma.
Vegeta growled, brought his attention right back to
the prince.
“Hey, ‘Geta,” he said, “Don’t you think we should
movis bis back inside? It might
rain.”
“If it rained,” Vegeta said as he dropped his mouth
back down to the nipple he had been abusing prior to Goten’s interruption,
“Than your clothes would not stink anymore.”
“Yeah, but then you would get all wet,” he pointed
out, shifted so his legs were on either side of Vegeta’s so they were both more
comfortable, “And you already smell fine.”
There was probably more of an argument there, but a very warm, moist
hand moved in his pants and gripped his erection. Goku panted for a few moments, used his bent legs to push his
hips up and then remembered they were in the middle of a crater that was
littered with the ashes of what had once been Tien. That rather unsexy thought gave him enough wits to say: “Okay,
Vegeta, we’re moving inside now.”
Vegeta made a noise like agreement and moved farther
down his chest. Sucked on the skin
stretched over his ribs, and he had to close his eyes really tight and
concentrate exceptionally hard just to get them both IT’ed to their
bedroom. Vegeta didn’t even seem to
notice when the hard ground that Goku had been pressed to changed to soft
ketskets and sheets. He continued his
downward trek of sucking and biting and kept moving his hand with mind-numbing
precision that made Goku curl his hand into a fist and use the other to run
through the thick, dark hair of Vegeta’s head.
When his mate’s head caught up with his hand, Goku
looked down at him, saw the way that Vegeta grinned, resolved something in
himself as he tore the clothe away and revealed Goku’s erection.
eye contact—licked him.
Oh. Fuck him.
“Vegeta,” he said, felt it roll out of him like a
tide. Felt the yearning of his whole
body get expressed in that one word, and his mate felt it too.
‘hand me the lube now, please’—and used the other to finish ripping away the
pants in his way.
Goku fumbled, managed to get the much-abused tube to
his mate, and then propped himself up on his elbows, pulled his legs up and
bent his knees. Felt exposed and a deep
trepidation, but trusted Vegeta entirely.
Watched him unscrew the cap and squeeze the clear, slippery lube out
onto his fingers. Watched him slick
himself and then felt his fingers as they teased the opening to his body.
Had to fight with his eyes to keep them open, and
wondered, when this passed, when the battle-lust and the insanity passed, if he
was going to regret what he had done.
Found it odd. Could not remember
regretting anything.
Let the thought be pushed out of his mind as Vegeta
pushed his fingers into him. One and
then two, and a third, until he was stretched and ready and aching for some
kind of fulfillment. Felt the bed
shifting under their weight, and Vegeta lifted his hips up, pushed into him and
hissed out something too quiet to be heard.
Panted for a moment, was just still for a moment.
1'> And when that moment broke, and he started to move,
Goku opened his eyes without realizing he had closed them, and smiled at his
mate, wrapped his legs around him. Knew
that something was happening in his mind, and was willing to hang on and figure
out what Vegeta was battling out.
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106
words over! GASP!
although I hardly believe anyone will believe this: I wrote this in twenty
minutes. The whole chapter!
Vegeta: You
know, this is totally not the chapter our dear author had envisioned.
Gk: That
can’t be good.
Vegeta:
No. It can’t.
Gk:
Why? *turns into a chiyed…yed…er…chibi*
Vegeta: I
guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens next.
Gk: THAT’s
NOT FAIR! Why tell me that there was
another ‘vision’ if IT WASN’T GOING TO HAPPEN?!
Vegeta: I
didn’t say it wouldn’t happen. I said
it hasn’t happened.
Gk:
Meanie. Go screw a cow.
Vegeta:
Kakarot, I am not touching your son.
Jaygoose:
Ah. Yes, writing chapters is more important than
class. (I didn’t really feel bad about
not having it posted, I just felt bad because I’ve been considering just ending
this story for a while now. But, didn’t
think I could just put up a chapter that says: Yep. IT’s over. Deal with
it. Besides, ‘there’s still live in
this old girl yet!’ (I’ll give ya a
cookie if you can tell me what movie that came from. ;) )
SaiyajinNeko:
I
do love a good Vegeta & Goku story.
(Sighs happily.) And thank you
for reviewing! (And reading, and liking
the story.) Much appreciated.
Macha:
*Goku
& Vegeta appear next to grill with ice-cream cones. *
barbeque.
And
no. The idea of ‘bonding’ has not come
into this story. I don’t think it
will. I think (alright, I know, because
I wrote it) that Goow row refers to Vegeta as his ‘mate.’
bog.
bonding thing, I figured I needed one without it. (Besides, no offense to myself or other folks that use the bond
idea, I think its just a bit harder to keep two folks together when they aren’t
drawn together because of the ‘bond.’
And at the same time, I love the bonding thing.)
Mechanical Butterfly:
*Is
a bit more than scared of her at this point as Card inches back away from the
manic Butterfly. *
And
oooooo! I was so (yes, I am the author
and thus in charge of what the characters say—technically) ANGRY when Tien
cracked his little snide grin and said ‘Where’s your pride?’
mindset, and getting angry at that statement yielded the whole beginning of
this chapter.)
Ah,
well, my little sisters are significantly younger than me, and I’ve been more
of a parent to tha than a sister sometimes.
So, setting limits isn’t that hard (wasn’t when they were little, think
it will become harder now that they are nearly teenagers.)
*GLARES
AT MB*
AND NOT IN THE GOOD WAY. *glare
* The ass clown stays dead!
*smiles
sweetly * I’m alright now.