Saiyan Enlightenment
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Enlightenment
Enlightenment
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Pride
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mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;color:black'>Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s
Snarky Comments:
A.
sing: This is the fic 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…
B.
not own DB, DBZ, or DBGT. If I did DB
“GT” would be ‘Group Therapy’ and DBZ would be about Goku’s quest to get Vegeta
sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had his wicked way with him.)
C.
CONTINUATION of The Meaning of Pride.
That means for this to make complete sense you should go read MoP.
D.
will be ‘Saiyan’ ness. That’s (as
Vegeta puts it): to include violent fighting, angry sex and fighting for
‘dominance.’ As well as LEMONS.
(having sex), actually four, because Trunks & Goten get laid too)
E.
ass. This might change (let us all pray
it’ll change) but he held on to his ‘assness’ for forty chapters in MoP,
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I uhhh
what? I uhhhh want to fuck you into the
ground, do you mind? It’ll only take a
minute? Oh. His father was just full of brilliant suggestions wasn’t hean
an
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Go talk to him. Tell him what you want to do.
Right, because Trunks was so well known for his ability to talk about
sex without blushing like a tomato.
“uhhhh…what?”
Goten asked, wiggled away from him, out of his grasp (which was getting
progressively tighter.) He stood there,
close enough not to Tru Trunks grab him and drag him closer again, but far
enough away that he had his own ‘personal’ space. Sniffed his shirt and made a face of disgust.
the ground. “You couldn’t have found some
water?”
Goten
was half naked. He was horny as all
hells, and filled to the brim with images of his boyfriend spread out under him
in every imaginable way, crying out his name and helpless to do anything but
submit to the pleasure and his boyfriend was half naked.
because the images just came to mind and instead of being half naked Goten was
fully naked.
“Trunks
are you okay?” Concern.
concerned about him.
He
opened his eyes and found that Goten hadn’t gotten any closer to him but
instead was running his hands through his messy hair pulling out dirty and
twigs, and he wanted to say that was really a waste of time all things
considered, but he couldn’t manage to get the words out before he grabbed Goten
again and knocked them both to the ground.
Goten under him, and there was oof of lost breath, a moment of confusion
and then he kissed Goten. Pressed one
elbow to the ground, felt the legs instinctively part under him and he fell
against Goten harder, hip to hip and chest to chest. Ran his hand down his body, and gripped his thigh as he kissed
him.
Goten
pulled back and sucked in a breath, gave him a shocked look.
right now.”
Okay
then, he shifted enough that he was lifted off Goten’s body and moved the hand
from thigh to zipper. Opened his pants
up and pressed his hand inside, fingers curled around burgeoning arousal and he
stroked him. Goten’s hands gripped his
arm and his shoulder and there was a breathless noise of surprise.
breath after getting knocked to the ground.)
“Wai…”
fell open as he panted and pushed his hips against Trunks’ hand.
he fought whatever little internal war he was waging. “No…” he said again, like he was trying to convince one of them
of something. Then his teeth clenched
and he drew his legs up. Showed off the
dexterity of the Saiyan kind by pressing his feet against Trunks’ shoulders and
shoving him (hard enough that it hurt) off him.
response, when he landed on his ass in the dirt five feet away.
Goten
sat up and caught his breath, still a pretty picture of sex appeal, all sweaty
and dirty like he was. But he wasn’t at
all happy. “Yeah,” he snapped, “That’s
what I said. What the fuck?”
“What?”
he demanded.
Goten
ground his teeth together. He had never
actually seen anyone grind their teeth together in anger, but Goten looked like
he was on the dangerous precipice of absolute annoyance.
attractive, and I’m all for fucking but not here and not like this.”
“Not
here?” he asked. Pushed himself off his
ass and back onto his feet. Looked down
at Goten (his pants were ripped again.)
“Not
outside,” he said.
“Fuck,
Goten, the first time we did it, it was outside remember?
river? All of those places
outside.” Wow, this puberty was really
killer wasn’t it? He was a
bastard.
“Yeah
but that was…”
“Different?”
felt anger surging through him at being denied. Not even being fought against, a little fight he would have
expected. Playful roughhousing was
always a good foreplay thing, but this was just being denied straight out.
time?”
Goten
pushed himself to his feet. “No, you
moronic asshole, it was different because I was giving you something not you
trying to take something. Go fuck your
hand if you want it one-sided asshole.”
And he turned away like it was just so easy to walk away.
Trunks
growled. “You were enjoying…”
“Enjoying
what?” Goten demanded as he turned around, proving that despite how he might
look, slightly smaller and younger and debauched he was still his father’s
son. “Enjoying you pawing me after a
week and half of listening to my brother bitch? Uh…not so much. There’s
more to sex than just the mechanics.”
He rolled his eyes and turned around again.
Trunks
curled his hands up into fists and breathed through his clenched teeth.
remember what his father had told him, and figured that he had already screwed
this up, things couldn’t get worse with a bit of blushing on his part.
a tone of desperation too. “I…its…
All this shit is just something Saiyans go through.”
Goten
turned around and looked at him.
“My
father told me. He went through it and
Goku did it and everyone has to go through the stupid puberty thing where
they…whatever…dominate their mate or whoever’s convenient.
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Goku
hovered behind Vegeta. He knew he was
annoying the smaller Saiyan and he did it anyway. Hovered right there at his back, looking over his shoulder.
annoyed Vegeta to violence and then he unannoyed him. But the point was it released pent up pressure for the both of
them so they could get along most of the time.
That
and he really loved doing it. He had
spent the whole day watching clouds float past him in the sky and thinking of
how he was going to annoy Vegeta. It
was therapeutic for him too. He had
annoyed Chichi a lot on purpose too and she never seemed to catch on that he
meant to do it. But Vegeta did.
Vegeta
was stubborn.
Thusly
the hovering, hanging his head over Vegeta’s shoulder.
with larger muscles and he was radiating just a smidge more power than
Vegeta. Just to piss him off.
stubbornly ignorem anm and continued to concentrate on the task he was
doing. (What, you might ask, was Vegeta
doing? He was writing.
were. It was just something that Vegeta
did every so often and hadn’t told him yet so he didn’t think on it too much.)
He
hovered more. Stumbled forward a few
millimeters so his chest and hips were pressed against Vegeta and leaned down,
making Vegeta lean with him, (they were standing in front of the kitchen
counter where all the light was) and the pen in Vegeta’s hand snapped, bleeding
black ink all over his hand and he turned around and snarled at him.
Goku
stepped back fast and laughed.
“Oh,
it’s funny?” Vegeta demanded. Moved
forward as he moved back until he was pressed against the fridge (and it was
cold) and he nodded.
“Look
at your hand, Geta.”
Ah,
but Vegeta wasn’t amused, he was just annoyed now, and he glared at him (his
poor mate hated it when he got under his skin, he hated and loved the fact that
Goku knew him as well as he did.) For
one brief moment it looked like Vegeta was going to punch him, but he
didn’t. His whole body shook with
annoyance and he turned away from him and went over to the sink to wash the ink
off his hand.
Goku
grinned, moved back over so he was just behind Vegeta, leaned heavy against
him, felt the anger in the rigidity of the muscles against his, slid his hand
around Vegeta and pressed it to his waist, fingertips just sneaking under the
waistband of his pants. Vegeta stubbornly
scrubbed his hand like there was nothing happening. But the ink was spreading from one hand to the other and making a
much larger mess. So he grinned,
pressed his mouth to Vegeta’s neck and sucked on it as his hand went lower and
curled around Vegeta, rubbed him as he responded and hardened and sucked on his
neck, closer to his shoulder and forward where that spot was that made him
pant, but Vegeta kept right on pretending his hands were more important.
Which
was fine. His hand was busy stroking
Vegeta into complete arousal and the other one was holding them pressed tight
together. He pulled back from the mark
he left on the bronze neck and kissed it, ran his tongue over the wet spot and
blew his breath over it. Just to be
annoying.
The
hands were very sudsy now, and wet and Vegeta was shaking with every stroke on
his erection until Goku got tired of the little game they were playing, turned
his mate around and pressed his back against he counter, kissed him.
protesting, stubborn mouth, one hand still in his pants, the other moving down
the lean body, pressed against the swell of Vegeta’s utterly perfect ass.
When
he pulled away, Vegeta just glared at him, licked his lips and breathlessly
declared everything with a “Kakarot.”/spa/span>Soapy hands in his hair, dripping ink-stained water down on his
shoulders and he was yanked down for another kiss. His hand moved lower to Vegeta’s thigh and pulled him up, to sit
on the sink and then he fumbled to turn off the water.
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Yes!
Water conservation is very important!
Goku: Ooooo…
Vegeta: Methinks
she is feeling lemony.
Goku: Ah, she’s
just teasing us.
Vegeta: If this is
teasing I will kill her. *pulls on white
gloves so he is now in full “prince” mode and ready to kill *
Goku: That’s just so… *throws
Vegeta on kitchen table and proceeds to do many un-table-mannery things to him.
*
Card: Oh. Gawd.
‘Table Manners” Sheesh!
Hey, everyone.
deserting the story again. *sweat drop
* I have been fantastically unreliable
as late, haven’t I? So, sorry, sorry
sorry, folks. Circumstance beyond the
ability to control and all that jazz.
Updating should go back to normal now.