Saiyan Enlightenment
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Saiyan Enlightenmentstyle='font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-style:normal'>
style='mso-tab-count:1'> Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
Comments:
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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”ld bld 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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right up against him where he could feel every single muscle and the smirk and
the patience and the aura of power he was emanating until he snapped—well, the
pen snapped, which is why he was pressing his hands all over Kakarot’s stubborn
face, leaving pale black streaks in the way of his thumbs and pressing his wet,
soapy hands into his hair, around his neck, letting his annoying ass lover in
on the inky mess too. Sitting on the
edge of the counter, with edge biting into his ass as he was stroked until he
couldn’t breath and had to dig his fingernails into the paler skin of Kakarot’s
neck, yank him down again, cover his mouth and breath through him.
Sucked on his mouth anrustrust his hips into the strong hands until he
was shaking everywhere and the bastard knew this was going to happen.
nd
pushed on Kakarot, shoved against his chest until he stepped away from the
counter, and so very reluctantly he pulled the hand out of his pants.
deterred his lover, no. Kakarot just
picked him up like he was a child or something and dropped them both to the
floor without any sort of finesse, the resounding thud of their landing made
the kitchen shake and a pan that had been sitting on the counter clattered to
the floor. But the baka didn’t care, he
just grinned and kissed him again, hand moving back down to pet him through the
clothe of his pants.
ahead and say it ‘Geta,” the baka was lying on his side, fumbled with his pants
to shove them down and out of his way as he just kept right on with that grin.
his teeth, resolute not to say a thing now that his stupid lover had said that
he would, and that too was just another way to annoy him and he knew it and it
wasn’t going to work so he resolutely kept his hands to himself and lay there
like he wasn’t being lavished with attention, like Kakarot was shifting and
pressing kisses to his arm as he moved downward, still smirking that smirk and
his hand working slowly on Vegeta’s erection.
back up at him with that grin that was definitely more Saiyan than id bed been
a few months ago. Devilish, lustful,
evil little grin as he licked his lips and flicked his eyes from Vegeta’s face
to his erection. “ ‘You should be more careful,
Kakarot’ “ he quoted, “Right ‘Geta?”
Another swipe of his pink tongue on his swollen lips and one breath of
warning against his hardness before that tongue ran over him.
that earned him a chuckle. Another look
from the dark eyes and that grin again.
apparently, because Kakarot nodded obligingly, “I’ll be good, Vegeta.”
worked to pull his pants the rest of the way off. Another look and the whole hot mouth closed around him and
sucked. Lifted his hips right up off
the cold kitchen floor and into that mouth, sliding in deeper and fingers moved
around to press into his ass again, held him there and he couldn’t move caught
like he was there. So he wrapped his hand
up in the dark hair and pulled on the head, heard a strange garbled chuckle—not
that he cared. Kakarot wanted him to
hold his hips still he could use the man’s head to provide the desired movement
just as well.
skin and shivered hard as he dangled right there on that precipice of falling
over, but didn’t stop jerking the head against his hips, shifting restlessly in
the grasp that held him still and whimpering dark whimpers of need and
want. Panting and all his weight was
resting on his shoulder and that hurt. Then
the smirking bastard started to hum as he moved his head away from Vegeta’s
hand and drew him down into his throat as it vibrated and Vegeta gasped as he
spilled into his lover.
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dominate me and I’m supposed to let you do this out of the goodness of my cute
little heart?” He was tormenting Trunks
at this point and the two of them knew it.
He had been pissed off before, but not at Trunk, mostly at his idiot
brother with his stupid frown of disapproval that his brother liked boys and
fuck him if he didn’t think it was right, Goten wasn’t exactly inviting him
into his bedroom to watch or anything.
In the end, the whole thing sounded pretty fun, actually, and just a wee
bit amusing, considering how desperately horny his mate was, standing there
fucking him with his eyes while he tried to have a conversation.
because he was taking a bath in the river, naked as the day he was born and wet
and the combination made Trunks’ eye start to twitch.)
then Trunks (who was standing on the river bank and being very strong as he kept
himself from jumping Goten) said: “Look, Goten, I love you but could we…not.
Okay?”
river and tackled his mate to the ground, grabbed his pants out of the hands
(they were increasingly ripped now, which made a problem out of what he was
supposed to be putting on when they got finished.) Got the blessed tube, felt Trunks’ hand on his skin but slipped
away because he was wet and stood there, grinning. “Catch me, then.” Then he
turned and took off.
be serious fucking when Trunks caught up, but it was worth it.
distance all things considered, but in the end, he was tackled to the ground
and found that Trunks had stripped somewhere between where he had been and
where he was now. Naked and aroused and
pressed against him all nice and tight.
Arms around his chest as he was shoved to his hands and knees.
into his skin but not drawing blood.
Breathy voice panting: “Caught you.”
and found that he was pulled back against Trunks hard, grunted as the air was
forced out of his lungs by the arms constricting around his waist and he panted
for that breath as his mate’s hand grabbed the lube away from him and held it
there until he obediently used one of his own hands to open it.
digging into his skin and the arm slid from around his chest to his waist (he
absurdly thought of the dogs he’d had as a child going at it and pressed his
smirk into his arm as his mate pressed his fingers deep into him without any of
that shyness that usually accompanied Trunks.
one last attempt to reclaim his freedom, but the arm around his waist got tight
and he was held still, the fingers pulled away and he sucked in a breath as Trunks
shifted again, the slick fingers ran down side to grip his hips and he was held
in place as the hard erection pressed against him, slid into place and then
Trunks jerked him back as he thrust forward and he was filled until he couldn’t
breath.
breathlessly. Felt dizzy, felt Trunks
gaining power and intent and dug his hands into the ground as his erection
(hey, when’d that get there?) pulsed hotly, made him even more dizzy.
only warning he got before the flare of heat and ki and he was opened more as
his mate ascended and amazingly enough grew inside of him.
fully, making him really pant then because there was no respite from the
pressure on his prostate and he was shaking everywhere helplessly as he was
held in place and the deep probing thrusts pushed into him.
shook and he was certain he wasn’t going to have the power to hold himself up
for another moment. Everything was
about his hips, about the heat and the hardness inside of him moving deeper and
probing and making the air in his lungs rush out as he bit his lips.
and painfully and heavy. Weighing him
down and making him almost hurt as it was just…so…much.
eyes as he gasped and tried to get Trunks’ name out but there wasn’t the
thought or the air to do it. Panted then,
and felt the liquid movement of his body against Trunks as his hips were pulled
back into everyust ust until he wasn’t in control of anything anymore, only
dependent on the need and the want, and he could hear his name falling from
Trunks’ lips as his mate moved harder and faster into him.
and need, and he gasped out futilely.
Felt the pleasure reach a peak that was almost painful and so good.
spray of heat against the ground under him, and he thought he could hear Trunks
chuckling as he was pulled up, straight up, knees spread, hands grasping for
something to hold onto and Trunks’ hands slid up his arms, pressed his hands into
his own hair, then fell down his body, leaving blazing trails of need down his
sweat-slicked chest until they reached his thighs and pulled them open so
Trunks had more room to knee between them.
Still pulsing deep inside of him but not moving.
voice in his ear and he could only nod frantically and fist his own hair as he
realized that his whole body was still burning from the last orgasm and he was
still hard and his lips were bitten and bruised. The hands stayed on his slick thighs and held him there as the
long, slow thrusts pushed into him and lifted him up then pulled him back down,
and the whole world had taken on a crazy yellow hue thanks to the power all
around them.
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*cough * Went over the
word limit.
Goku:
She’s feeling leeeeeeeeeemoooooooooooooooooony!
Vegeta:
Goku:
Vegeta:
Goku:
What did I get? Nothing.
Goten:
I am BUSY HERE AND YOU ARE DISTRACTING!
Saiyan
Neko:
maintained by a rather informative fellow and one of the things that I
remembered from it was the phrase: “cum on me, not in me” and I figured that I
had never done it that way, thusly I would one time, and Table Manners ended up
being that PWP.
EleneK:
Can’t remember if I responded, so I’ll do it again.
about is the one between Goku and his son, right? (Hopefully.) Anyway, I am
going to do that, I swear. Just as soon
as the monkey’s finish making out.
*camera pans to Saiyans * Oi.
Webtester01:
How do you do the bold and stuff?
Is it with those <i> tags?
Is that how you do it? *looks
anxious * And yay, glad you liked the
chapters and again, sorry that I didn’t see your story. I’m going to find the
story number and add it to my favorites so I can see when its updated.
author’s page anymore.)
Macha:
me. I absolutely cannot stand it and if
I were Vegeta I would have kicked Kakarot in the ‘you-know-whats’ and covered
him in that ink pen. *is done ranting
* But then again, if I were Vegeta…
stains on Goku. We’ll just have to wait
and see if he gets them washed off. ;)
table. I don’t know how to describe it,
but my aunt has a table like it. The
legs are four and half inches thick (a perfect square) and the actual slab that
makes the table is like the same thickness.
Her table is pretty sturdy.
(Granted I never used it for the same purpose of the Saiyans, but at one
point almost my entirely family was sitting on it for a ‘family’ picture, and
there are many of us.) ;)
Jaygoose:
doesn’t die.) I want to know how the
heck Kabu (is that his name?) came about.
It’s killing me you know. I’m
dying. *camera pans to author being
strangled by curiosity *
writing one-shots. They are the fun of
fanfiction without the commitment. ;)
Mechanical
Butterfly:
Malicious soon too, since you were so mean and left it the way you did.
line about the height of the table being convenient I kept imagining Goku
measuring the table. Like him standing
there scratching the back of his table imagining Vegeta all naked and whatnot
while he tried to figure out if his hips were in the right place.