Saiyan Enlightenment
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Saiyan
Enlightenment
Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride
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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
Comments:
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…
Goku’s quest to get Vegeta sweaty and naked (and trapped under him while he had
his wicked way with him.)
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you should go read MoP.
sex and fighting for ‘dominance.’ As
well as LEMONS. Homosexuality (two male
Saiyans boinking (having sex), actually four, because Trunks & Goten get
laid too) Dirty language probably.
change (let us all pray it’ll change) but he held on to his ‘assness’ for forty
chapters in MoP, I don’t see him
parting with it.
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What
a sight they made, tour our of them stumbling into Bulma’s kitchen the
following morning. Their sons wearing
very tattered remains of clothing that had been ripped to shreds and then tied
together so it covered the ‘naughty bits.’
Trunks was blushing bright red and without a shirt that blush spread
right on down to his chest and his back and it would have been funnier if not
for the fact that Goten was giving his boyfriend a mighty glare as he moved
rather gingerly and bore enough bruises on his skin that it looked like
fighting Buu all over again.
“I
can’t decide which one of you looks worse,” Bulma said with a giggle.
senzu bean from the jar on top the fridge.
(The crazy woman horded those beans and hid them everywhere.)
without an attempt to deny he needed it.
(Apparently his son accomplished the goal and successfully dominated his
mate.)
Kakarot
grinned and shrugged like it didn’t bother him in the least bit that he had
dark gray streaks running all over his face and down his neck in the shape of
Vegeta’s fingers. They didn’t look like
bruises, so nobody was going to bitch at him about he shouldn’t abuse
people…but then again, nobody could see that his hands were still dark from the
ink that he couldn’t get completely washed off his skin.
gloves. “I had Vegeta put it on,”
Kakarot said, “Do you think he over did it?”
“No,”
said the young Son as he stretched and the bean finished its work, “That award
goes to Trunks.” A yawn.
grin before he went upstairs (hopefully in search of clothing that actually did
the work that clothing was supposed to do.)
Trunks
got up again and scuttled away after his boyfriend, completely ignoring the
statement and the meaning behind it.
Leaving the three adults in the kitchen.
“So,
what brings you to my door today?” Bulma asked. She left him to hold Bra (who was sleeping now, and from the
smell had recently just finished a bottle.)
She set about making herself a cup of coffee and drinking it, slowly and
with the complete enjoyment of a woman that was now a single parent.
“You
know,” Kakarot said as he stood up and came over to him, and took little Bra
from him. As large as he was, he could
hold her with just one hand but he cradled her against his chest in the crook
of his arm and smiled at her. “We could
baby sit her more often.” Looked up at
Bulma.
Ah.
them then shook her head. “Won’t that
interfere with the fight all day and have sex all night plans?”
Vegeta
smirked. Trust the woman to be
completely blunt in all situations. And
Kakarot just laughed, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake up the baby but with
all that contagiousness of his laugh.
Bulma grinned too and sighed.
But the question stood nonetheless.
“Its
different now,” Kakarot said. Then he
moved back over to the table and sat down, held Bra in his arm and looked at
her with strange concentration. He
watched her sleep the way he watched the clouds, like this little thing was
enough to keep him occupied. Strange
how he could concentrate like that.
Bulma
looked at him, just at him, like she was trying to fight some internal battle,
and he understood it, somewhat. It was
different now, for all of them. Because
it had been so long since this shit began.
A year, maybe more. He couldn’t
remember. It could have been less.
Finally,
Bulma sighed, “I should probably get a social life again.”
nodded. “I swear if you bring her home
and she starts throwing around Kamehameha waves, I’ll scalp you both.”
~~~***
“You
do realize,” Vegeta said, much later that day, when they returned to their own
home. Without the baby, because Bulma
had to adjust to the idea of not having her daughter with her at all times, and
they had to figure out where they would put the child and what they would do
with her while she stayed with them.
(Granted, she was only a couple months old, so what they were going to
do with her wasn’t that difficult to answer.
Mostly she would sleep.) “That
you still have to talk to your son.”
He
looked at Vegeta as he pulled off his shirt, and nodded.
I’m going to. Maybe tomorrow.”
this feeling inside of him.
Contentment. He was content, but
it was weird because it wasn’t like he was settling, it was like he had finally
found something that could make him happy.
That could keep him happy and loved and he never had to look for
it again. There wasn’t that need to go
and fight and prove anything because everything that he had to prove was
already done.
Not
even Gohan could ruin it now.
“Hey,
Vegeta,” he said, “Is Goten going to do the same thing to Trunks?”
both really young, their sons, and he didn’t really know when or how Vegeta had
gone through his puberty thing, and Goku’s obviously had gotten ignored until
recently. But his son wasn’t him.
“Its
possible,” Vegeta replied. Pulled the
gloves off and looked at his stained hands with a frown of annoyance.
should talk to them?” The gloves were
dropped on the table and he passed Goku on his way to their bedroom.
journal thing he had been writing in was moved back to their room after the
kitchen-sex escapades. (Which by the
way, he had to clean up. Like it was
his fault or something.)
“Well,
I think you should,” Goku replied, “Remember Trunks has that thing about
being…you know…the bottom one or whatever.”
Sadly, he still had not learned those terms uke or seme and didn’t like
to use the words submissive and dominant.
Bottom seemed a bit odd considering the bottom didn’t have to be on
bottom.
“What
are you going to say to Gohan?” Vegeta asked from the bedroom.
He
moved down the hallway and stood in the doorway, holding his shirt and watching
his mate as he sat on the bed with his legs crossed and started writing.
figured that it was a journal, either about what had happened recently, or more
likely an account of the Saiyan history as Vegeta remembered it.
doorstep, but they were mortal.
“I
don’t know,” he said. Sadly enough,
that was the truth. There was really
nothing he could think to say to his oldest child that he had not already said
to him. He had told him a long time ago
that he loved Chichi and had been faithful to her until the day she died, and
he told him that he wasn’t going to leave Vegeta. He told him that he believed Vegeta to be a good person.
Vegeta
looked up at him. “Are you going to
apologize to him?”
“I
don’t think so,” he replied. Dropped
his shirt in the pile of dirty clothes and then crossed the room and sat on the
bed next to Vegeta. “What are we going
to do now?”
“I’m
going to write,” Vegeta answered. Then
he did that, and Goku let him; even went so far as to not bother him while he
did it, just sat there and pondered something about nothing.
ready soon. Maybe he would even go hunt
for dinner. He hadn’t hunted in a long
time, and he thought that he could handle it now without ripping off a boar’s
head.
Goku
hopped off the bed again and crossed the room.
“Going to go get dinner,” he said.
Waited until Vegeta nodded and smiled to himself at the strange little
jolt of contentment that gave him.
Weird. Then he left the house,
went outside and stood there for a moment, looking up at the dimming sky and
the lazy clouds and grinned. Felt like
he could smile forever, and then, instead of going to hunt, raised two fingers
to his forehead and concentrated for a moment, reappeared next to Chichi as she
was getting ready to step into a bath.
She was naked and he had seen her naked plenty of times but still, he
turned around like he shouldn’t be in her naked presence and she grabbed a
towel and shrieked at him.
So he
turned back around and looked at her, and gave her a sad smile, because they both
realized that this was the end-end of their relationship.
else. So much that they didn’t even
think of each other the same. So he
just sighed. “This is the last time,
Chichi,” he said, “I just wanted to say that I’ll try to take care of Gohan
now. Like you said.”
She
nodded. “He really is a good kid.
her earth-bound marriage, and then she nodded at him, and he nodded at
her. “I suppose I’ll see you again,
someday…”
Goku
considered this statement. “You know,
Chichi,” he said, “If they don’t let Vegeta be here, when we die, if they send
him to HFIL, I won’t leave him.” A
pause, a shrug. “So I might not see you
again.” But that was all he said, waved
at her, and then raised two fingers to his forehead.
He
had dinner to catch after all, and she had a bath to take.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******
Goku: GASP!
Vegeta: What hath
happened to the lemons of yesterday?
Goku: *sob *
Vegeta: Myeh.
Goku: No sex!
Gohan: Hey!
Vegeta: He’s just
being a baby. re ire it.
First off: sorry
this is so late! I know it’s like 5 PM
my time and I have guilt! GUILT!
site then I went swimming… So.
(And my hair is dripping.) Even
so, I figured that I’d take the time to respond because I have been really lazy
recently and neglecting the responses.
Webtester01:
Thanks
for that e-mail. Before it I knew
nothing about html. *sobs *
And yes, it is good to see the the Go’s (I could call them Son’s)
teasing their mates.
Jaygoose:
Yay!
face. Especially if it stuck around for
a whole day. And *gasp * Goku and
Vegeta must never be put to shame!
*runs off to fix this problem. *
*runs
to other story to get time machine and transport self to end of the week *
I have a hard time writing just one scene. I get itchy when I don’t have more than one POV in a story.
between two main scenes is actually a big challenge. I love multi-scenes. ;)
SaiyajinNeko:
Yeah.
grinning boy.) Poor Goku.
Vegeta and Goku lemons come out on top*
(no puns were intended.)
Macha:
Naw,
Goku probably doesn’t care nearly as much as like Vegeta would.
see them easily he’d probably be pretty upset.
And yes, Goten did seem to enjoy the lemony escapades spurred on by
puberty. Now, what will Trunks do?
Mechanical Butterfly:
Wow!
sleep early in the evening and wake up really early in the morning most of the
time. (provided I sleep through those
seven hours or so.) So yay!
I
thought the hovering thing was cute in a ‘its not happening to me, so it can be
cute’ sort of way.
Didn’t
you know that Vegeta comes with many different modes? *accesses Vegeta’s garment grid and selects ‘horny monkey’
dressphere * Look!
bearing leather whip * Oh, he’s got
tons of dresspheres!
You
better be working on Malicious or I’ll…I’ll…
I don’t know how to make compentent threat. *access garment grid again, changes Vegeta back to Prince *
EleneK:
*sniffle
* I un-neglected it today.
and now I don’t feel so lemony anymore…
*sniffle *
the
kitchen huh? I’m not especially fond of
water scenes meself. Not entirely sure
what I like. *ponders this for a while
*