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.
mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>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
pos it it there and at AFF.net
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Trunks
stood in the doorway for a minute. Very
quietly, and watched Goten as he mumbled about how it wasn’t his fault he had
accidentally found their fathers in yet another compromising position and how
he didn’t think it was fair that he had be turned into a laundry-maid.
them up and grumbled and mumbled some more.
Until the stack on the top of the dryer was monumental, and the last of
the it was finished, clean and pretty and smelling perfectly like the ‘Fresh
Breeze’ detergent.
Then
his friend turned and looked at him, blew the bangs up out of his eyes and gave
him a glare. “Am I providing you with
some kind of amusement?”
“Yes.”
again. It was like getting a reprieve
from death. There had been the feeling
that something truly terrible was going to happen. (Terrible, like the Buu-version of terrible where the world got
destroyed, everyone died and only the combined powers of Goku and his father
could save them from the evil bubblegum man.)
But, the two fathers had appeared this morning; Goku grinning bearing a
whole wardrobe full of stinking clothes and heppedpped them on Goten (who had
been trying to eat) and informed him that thanks to his ‘bad timing’ he was
going to be the one in charge of making the clothes unstink.
mother—who was upstairs and had told him that she had decided not to wake up
that morning. When he had checked on
them, his parents were sitting side by side on the bed and talking—such a weird
and comforting sight.
That
was hours ago. (Goku disappeared to go
‘Train’ (with whom and for what he left without explaining) and said he would
be back for his ‘mate’ and his laundry.)
His father had stayed upstairs with his mother for almost all this
time. (Which was downright disturbing
because they hadn’t even talked this much when they were together.)
Goten
gave him a fine view of his middle finger.
Picked up all the clothes off dryer and toted them out to the kitchen
table. (Which Trunks had scrubbed
because Goku’s clothes at touched it and there was no way food could be served
off that surface unless it was sanitized completely.) “So, what are we going to do for the rest of the day?”
Trunks
shrugged. “Not much.
far away from Mom. She’s getting closer
and closer to the due date, after all.”
“Okay,
so,” Goten pretended to think about this for a moment.
for hours, without destroying anything?”
He thought for a few seconds. “It
should probably be something we can do in your room…”
The
back door opened, and Goku appeared—didn’t look overly happy about anything,
but he wasn’t not happy either. “Oh,
good!” He picked up all his clothes and
gave his son a big smile. “Thanks!”
His
father stepped into the kitchen at the same time, and shook his head.
“Ah,”
Goku said—but he was still grinning—“But Goten wanted to do it!”
Right.
laundry because he accidentally ran into his parents while he was trying to
figure out whether or not the two strongest beings on the planet were duking it
out. That made perfect sense.
“Make
sure your mother gets dinner,” his father said to him.
be checking, and if Trunks thought he was going to get away with anything less
that complete obedience he was damn wrong.’
So he
nodded and said. “Okay.”
the piles of now clean clothes. The sight
of it was enough to make Trunks shake his head and wonder just how the hell
their life had gotten this weird and normal.
Weird, because he would have bet his life on the fact that his father
would never, ever even admit out loud that he liked Goku, and normal because
there was something right about it.
“Now
that they’re gone. What are we going
to do with ourselves?”
He
gave Goten a grin. “I guess we’ll just
have to check on my Mom and make sure she’s fine for a few hours and then go
figure out something to do in my room.”
“Sounds
like the only thing we could do.” Goten
nodded sadly, like this wasn’t good enough, but he was still grinning like the
lecher that he was, so Trunks wasn’ wor worried about what they would end up
doing.
He
went up the stairs—skipped every other one so he could get up them faster—and found
his mother yawning and snuggling down into her pillows.
away. Don’t make too much noise.”
and Goku, because ever since Goku ‘walked in’ on him and Goten he had never,
ever heard the end of it!—for always knowing him so well.
Goten
helpfully said: “I promise we’ll be as quiet as Saiyanly possibly.”
we are going to have sex, but I’ll gag Trunks if it’ll allow you to sleep
better.’ And he felt blush rushing into
his cheeks—saw his mother smile at him.
“Good,”
is what she said.
~~~***
Kakarot
was not the sort of Saiyan that hid his anxiety or emotions well.
with the clean wrist bands (which he was supposed to be putting away and had
yet to do that) before Vegeta had reached the end of his ability to sit and
wait for his lover to just SPIT OUT what was bothering him.
said: “What the hell is wrong?”
“Well…
that time and it ripped, so he looked at it mournfully.
“Turn
into a fucking bastard again?”
“Right.
So I told him that Tien was dead.
And he seemed to be…mostly…okay.
I guess.”
Oi.
brat. No, he didn’t think he was going
to go off and explain to Kakarot’s oldest brat that he had killed the idiot
because the tri-clops had proven time and time again that he was nothing but a threat
to everything. To Vegeta’s family, most
importantly. He had attacked Kakarot,
his son and then he had outwardly challenged Vegeta himself and of course he
had not survived thaiocyiocy—and why the hell was he even justifying it in his
head? He had done nothing wrong.
said, and looked at Kakarot—trusted him mostly, but the man was known to say
things before his brain managed to catch up to his mouth and let him know that
the words he was saying were the wrong thing.
“You didn’t tell him what Tien said, did you?”
“No,”
Kakarot said, “Besides its none of his business.”
Yet
again, Kakarot never failed to surprise him.
Apparently this surprise showed on his face, because Kakarot grinned at
him.
“Anyway.
a fight, and he wouldn’t leave it alone and that he ended up dead.
to minspanspan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> There was something he wasn’t
saying, but it was his damn kid so Vegeta wasn’t going to pressure him into
saying something that he didn’t want to.
“Hn.
do?”
“Yeah,
that and I found Piccolo and told him that you killed Tien, just in case he was
wondering about it or something. He
really didn’t seem to upset. Smirked a
little though. Wouldn’t tell me why.”
particular puzzle which could very well take the whole of the afternoon and the
evening. (Which wasn’t the best way to
spend an afternoon, and considering his son was doubtlessly busy seducing
Kakarot’s, he had nobody to spar with but the ‘wondering’ Saiyan in front of
him.)
“Did
you have lunch?”
And
this snapped Kakarot right out of thought.
Brought him back to the real world, and as if announcing that his
stomach was the one that had decided to take control of thought processes.
hungry.” He put his hand on his stomach.
That
was never a dilemma for long, because Kakarot’s third favorite (sex and
fighting were the first two) thing to do was hunt, and he was especially good
at finding the sort of animals that roasted into very delicious meals.
wish that he had Kakarot in his planet-purging party all those years that he
was stuck eating the shit that Nappa had caught. It would have made huch uch happier to be working with Freiza.)
“Hey
Vegeta,” Goku said—looked serious—“Would it be a bad thing?
bed as if to say ‘how I fuck you.’
“Its none
of their business, Kakarot.”
“But
if anyone knew, would we have to stop doing it?”
Now
that was an interesting question. One
that he wasn’t really able to answer because it was never going to happen so
why the hell would anyone ask that question with the actual expectation of
getting an answer. “Kakarot, no one
knows. Nobody will know.”
And
Kakarot just shrugged this off. “I
guess you’re right, ‘Geta. I’m going to
go find lunch!” Just as simply as that—seemingly—everything
was perfectly fine. There were no
problems in the world that good food, fighting and sex could not solve.
was truly that easy. It never was, but
just once he wanted to be able to give Kakarot a smile and let that be the real
end to the problem.
He
followed him out to the front door, and as Kakarot moved to leave—noticeably
deflated—Vegeta felt his stupid earth-spawned conscience kicking him in the
ass, and he growled in annoyance at himself and said: “Bulma knows.”
This
stopped Goku in mid-liftoff and he turned, gave Vegeta one of those truly
dazzlingly stupid grins. “Really?
entire world.
“Hn.”
“Wow.”
And
that was the end of the conversation.
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Goten:
HEY! No sex!
Trunks:
*pout *
Gk: I agree
that there should be more sex for me.
Vegeta: You
do realize that this story is about the emotional development and what not,
right?
Gk: *blink
* I thought it was so we could get
together and *looks at warnings at top of the page * ‘bump uglies’?
Vegeta:
Well, it is. But our ‘bumping
uglies’ is significantly augmented by our deep relationship.
Gk: *Blink
* So can we have sex now?
Vegeta:
*sigh * After lunch.
Saiyajin Neko:
*eyes
bug out of head * Wha?
Bra get old enough for a side plot?
*falls over and dies * Actually,
not sure about that. Not sure how much
longer this fic has. *looks at plot
line, and sees where it was supposed to have ‘ended’ several times. *
Macha:
Yes,
having Saiyans stealing your steak and ice cream can be very distracting.
I just always assumed everyone ignored my little author notes.
Jaygoose:
Yes,
I did like Louis. I really liked
him. Poor angst little guy.
have met Card. * I was very proud that
Goku managed to get out of doing his laundry.
Am waiting for those chapters.
*waits patiently * *still trying
to be patient. * *eye starts twitching
*
Mechanical Butterfly:
Wow.
I was pretty proud of that chapter; but dear, don’t you think you should
leave the keyboard in one piece? I
mean, if you break it by banging your head on it than what are you going to
type with?
I
felt a bit bad for abusing Yamcha that way, but all in the name of humor.
I’m
like that with movies. People hate to
watch movies with me. *sigh *
else watching the movie, I generally just wander away from it.
interesting.
*Trunks
and Gina look at one another. *
Meanwhile… *Card jump up and down and shouts: I KNEW HE WAS EVIL! I
KNEW I KNEW! *
*Twins
inch away from writer, accidentally get too close to MB and are suddenly sucked
into her deranged world *
Getarian:
Wow.
Yeah,
in chapter 30 I thought even Goku realized he probably shouldn’t have stepped
in, and at the same time, I couldn’t see Goku doing anything less.
In
chapter 31; really? Pressure
cooker? Yeah. That is what it was supposed to be like.
because I helped my mom make jelly and jam and we used a pressure cooker to
seal the jars, so when I visualize this ‘pressure cooker’ thing I’m seeing Goku
and Vegeta trapped in little mason jars.
O.o. Floating around in
strawberry jelly.)
Chapter
32: Yeah, Goten could have a touch of that ‘precognitive’ gene.
my originals there’s this girl who’s father was a Prophet and she can ‘sense’
the future through her emotions. *realize that might be off subject *
time shalt tell.
Oh,
yeah, Goten was thinking if it came to an all out battle, (between Goku and ‘Geta)
than him and Trunks would have to keep them from destroying the planet.
fathers out of fighting. O.o
*shivers
* I was so mad at Tien when he said ‘Where’s
your pride’ I was totally rooting for
Vegeta to kick his stupid ass.
*Realizes that she is author, still pretends as if she just read it, and
thusly could root for what was going to happen. * Hn. Gotta love Goku and
his dirty clothes.
Chapter
33: AHHHH! The Godfather! I love
that movie. I love Michael!
hard to get away and then being so very good at being the Godfather, and having
to stay in all those years.! (really
likes that movie. And the second
one. Sort of liked the third one, but
not as much.) Oh.
… *realizes she is suppose
be
be responding to fic reviews. *
Yeah,
I loved the way Vegeta’s POV turned out.
I really do. *sighs *
I
figured it up and in order to have actually typed that chapter (which I did, I
wasn’t lying, I had a stop watch and everything) in twenty minutes my typing
speed had to be around 100 words a minute.
I felt pretty darn impressed with myself. (Of course I was ‘angry’ because of the Vegeta mindset I was
writing and thus I typed faster (because I always do when I’m angry) so that
probably had something to do with it.
Alrighty,
that looks to be the end of the responses.
Hectate 18:
*Has
never seen more people for someone’s death than people that are happy that Tien
is dead. * Oookay then.
Queen crown that Jaygoose gave me a while ago.’ *Fic runs away and hides because it’s afraid of the hugging.*
the back * Thanks dearie.
Haven’t
read your ficcie yet (this is about an hour after I got it )
chapter. But I will get to it!
*vows this. *
Seeeeeyaaaaa Foooooooollllllllllllllllks!