Saiyan
Enlightenment

Sequel to The Meaning of
Pride

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Disclaimers and Warnings and Author’s Snarky
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style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>A.     
Lets all 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…

style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>B.     
*cough * I do 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.)

style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>C.     
This is a CONTINUATION of The Meaning of Pride.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> That means for this to make complete sense
you should go read MoP.

style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>D.     
Obviously, there will be ‘Saiyan’ ness. That’s (as Vegeta puts it): to include violent fighting, angry
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.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Unexplained green smirks.

style='font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>E.     
Gohan’s an ass. This might
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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***

“So,”
Goten said, following him into his room, “Were we actually going to talk about
this, or is it going to be one of those things that you avoid?”

What
a question. Too damn bad he had no clue
what the answer to that was going to be.
Avoiding the problem seemed like it was a great idea.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He normally stuck his foot in his mouth when
it came to things like this. He just
didn’t know how to say what the hell was in his mind about it and it was better
just to avoid the problem than to face up to the fact that he had no damn clue
what it was inside of him that screamed that he didn’t want to do it that way.

Goten
sat down on the pile of dirty clothes (which was a terrifying prospect) and
glared at him. Not angrily but gave him
that plain stare that told him he was doing that annoying thing he did when he
didn’t like what he was thinking.

WELL
DUH! He was there when he
‘dominated’ Goten after all and while it was more than a little enjoyable for
him he wasn’t so sure it was all that great from the other side.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Especially if you were him and you just
couldn’t imagine yourself in that situation and he didn’t know where the hell
this mental block came from. “I…” he
finally managed to say and then shook his head because that was as far as the
thought went.

“Look,
Trunks. I’m not feeling any dominating
type thoughts or anything but I really think that you need to figure out if
you’re ever going to be willing to… Not
saying that I think you should, and I’m not even really asking you to…”

“Why
not?” he said, interrupted, and Goten looked almost as shocked as he felt by
this question.

“Uh…because
you seemed like he didn’t want to. I
remember you saying that you didn’t think you could be the uke.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Which is fine. I like it. But…”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> he shrugged. Left it at that and got off the pile of dirty clothes, pulled his
shirt off.

“What
is it like?” Trunks asked. Felt blush
rising on his cheeks and hated it because honestly he couldn’t even figure out
how he could blush when there was nothing to be blushing about.style="mso-spun: un: yes"> Maybe it was because he really did want to know
but he didn’t know that he could.

Goten
flopped on the bed next to him and put his naked arm over his shoulders, looked
at him for a moment and then sighed.
“It’s hard to explain. And any
explanation I give you will probably turn you off the experience.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> But.
Well, you know, you have to…”
Oh, look at his boyfriend blush at long last.yes"> “You have to be at the right angle and then it’s good.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Bless the prostate, definitely the second
favorite part of my body.”

“Is
that why you like it on your knees?”

Goten
nodded. “Yeah.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> It’s good other ways too, its just easiest
that way.” Goten was cute when he
blushed, and he was very warm next to him, and he was suddenly filled with all
sort of conflicting feelings because he didn’t want this dominating thing to be
the first time he every did it that way, he didn’t think he could do it, but he
really—honestly—did want to try it.

“Have
you ever…uh…been on top?”

“Yes,”
Goten said. Left it at that, didn’t go
into any details, which was probably better because he didn’t really like the
knowledge that there were others before him that were with Goten like
that. Goten was his.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He was Goten’s. That was it. “Trunks you
know, you don’t have to…”

“I
want to try it,” he said finally, felt his stomach turn into endless knots and
his pulse raced, he felt himself hardening at the thought and it was just
so…something. He couldn’t think much
beyond the rush of arousal and fear and uncertainty and Goten looked at him.

“Now?”

~~~***

Trunks
heart was beating so fast he could feel it through his back.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The hard thump-thump of it and his
fair-skinned mate was blushing so brightly that his skin was hot to the touch,
but he was aroused nonetheless. Of
course, Goten was too, but it was a rather daunting task to think that he was
Trunks’ first and it was his resibilibility, then, to make the experience
something other than awkward groping and probing. He waited for Trunks to look at him, and nod, and then let out a
breath as his heart thumped hard too.

What
a pair they made.

“Okay,”
he breathed out. then, because this was something different.
Got up and looked at Trunks and then did the only thing that came to
mind. Pulled his shoes off and then his
socks and tried to calm his racing heart.
Trunks seemed to think this was the best plan too, because he was
pulling his clothes off too.
Slowly. FOLDING THEM.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Goten
let out a nervous laugh. “Damn.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> This isn’t going to work.”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> They were very stiff (not in a good way) and
Trunks gave him that laugh look too, and he walked up, curled his hand around
Trunks’ head and kissed him. Finished
the job of pulling Trunks’ pants off by shoving them down and stepping on them
long enough that Trunks got his feet free.
Kissed him until they were touching everywhere and their hearts weren’t
beating nearly as fast. Kissed him
until they were just each other again and this monstrous thing wasn’t hanging
over them.

“Goten,”
Trunks whimpered between kisses, and he curled his hand around Trunks’
erection, stroked him and licked his lips.
Felt the warm puffs of breath on his face and felt like it would just be
so much easier if this problem hadn’t come up.
They looked at the bed and that awkwardness was back, so he shoved his
boyfriend on the bed and followed him, kissed him until he was pliant again,
and moved them so they were laying on the bed right.

Trunks
pulled away again and looked at him, panted and pressed his fingers against
Goten’s thigh. “How…how are we going to
do this?”

Good
question. He rolled half onto his back
and retrieved the lube from the side table (where it has a permanent place)
then looked at Trunks. “Well, first
things…” he said. Opened the tube and
his hands were shaking. Trunks watched
him intently, and he had that urge to laugh nervously again, but didn’t.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> covered his fingers with the slick gel and
then felt Trunks’ leg lift and drape over his hip, giving him room to move his
hand down and press his fingers to his boyfriend’s entrance.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Felt the heavy shudder go all through
him. Then pressed one finger into
him. Heard the gasp, felt the fingers
dig into his skin and the choked noise, Trunks pressed his face against Goten’s
chest and he felt the hot blush on his face.

Goten
concentrated on moving his finger, felt the jerk and the curse against his
chest and pressed against the inside of his boyfriend again, got another jerk
in response, heard another curse and teeth the fingers tightened again.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “That it?” he asked.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Stroked the same spot and felt the nod against
his chest. Pulled his finger out and
reslicked them again, pressed two fingers into him and immediately attacked
that place, made Trunks rock his hips forward and then back and whimper.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Hot, hard pants against his chest and there
was a whine like he was confused about this and Goten pulled out again.

“Are
you sure about this?” he asked.

Trunks
looked up at him and nodded.
“Yes.” Then looked all awkward
again, rolled his hips and looked confused.Poor boy. Goten understood that,
he had this feeling like he was empty and it was a very odd feeling for a
person that wasn’t used to feeling full.

“Okay,”
he breathed, ignored the throbbing in his erection, “roll over onto your other
side.” And Trunks nodded and did,
rolled over so his back was to Goten, but they were still on their sides, and
he reached down and pulled one of Trunks’ leg up, waited for his boyfriend to
hold it like that himself and then spread more lubrication on him, then on
himself. Felt like any second he was
going to wake up and this was going to be a horrible, awkward wet dream.style="msocerucerun: yes"> Then breathed out hard and curled his hand
on Trunks’ leg again, held it up and where he wanted it as he used his other
hand to guide himself until he was pressed against his mate.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Stayed there for a minute, like some kind of
warning or something, watched Trunks nod and shake and pushed in just a
little.

There
was a shocked noise, and Trunks covered his horribly blushing face with a
pillow. (Oh, great, his boyfriend was
going to smother himself.) He pushed in
more, slowly, but not so slowly that it took them all fucking day and night to
get anywhere. Stopped when he was in
and panted hard to catch his breath, because it had been a long ass time since
he was inside of anyone, and his head was spinning as fast as his pulse
throbbed and Trunks’ shifting and clenching wasn’t helping the matter any.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

“Fuck,”
Trunks gasped when he pushed the pillow away, fist tight on the pillow and he
was clawing for something, rolled his head back against him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Heart still thudding hard and fast and
needy.

“Bad?”
he managed to say. Closed his eyes and
searched for a truly unsexy thought to make himself tolerate this.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Felt the shifting again and Trunks pushed
back a li, ex, experimentally.
Whimpered again and shook his head at the feeling.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His muscles were all tight enough to break
and Goten felt that but couldn’t concentrate long enough to be reasurring.

“No,”
was the pained reply, not pain-pain, but breathlessly and unsure.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> More panting, the two of them, just panting,
and then Trunks turned his head and Goten opened his eyes to look at his pretty
blush. It was starting to fade just a
little. “Move?”style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Goten
pulled out a little, and Trunks sucked in a breath, he rocked back into him,
and repeated it, just little movements, rocking into him and out and licked his
lips as he fought against himself and the urge to just give into the heat and
tightness. Gradually moved in longer
thrusts. Pulled out farther and rocked
into with more urgency, Trunks tore at the pillow and his mouth fell open as he
gasped out little nothings. Goten moved
harder and the hands moved behind him, grabbed Goten around his head and arched
as he pressed back.

It
was getting to the point where he couldn’t stand it and he groaned, “Trunks,”
he whimpered, let go of his leg, curled his hand around Trunks’ wrist and moved
his hand down to his own straining erection.
Curled their hands around his erection and stroked him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “Keep doing that.” Then grabbed his leg again and started to move again.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Not fast but longer thrusts, rocked them
both with his movements until he knew that he was whimpering with every
movement, and Trunks was moaning too, jerking his hand on himself and blushing
again.

“No,”
came the whimper, “No…” Trunks closed
his eyes and Goten moved harder, thrust into him until they were both rocking
the bed and his hand moved to Trunks hips, holding him still as he moved
harder—as fast as he could considering their position, and Trunks let go of his
erection, covered his eyes and shook hard.
His other hand was in a fist and he pounded the bed as he fought against
the erection that was making him jerk with every thrust into him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Goten pressed his teeth against his
boyfriend shoulder and tilted them a little, fucked Trunks so he was against
his prostate with every move and there was a cry of shock and Trunks came.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His body went as rigid as metal and he
fought against it as he let out short shocked gasps and Goten let his own
orgasm claim him. style='mso-tab-count:1'>

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******

Goten: Ha.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Told you.

Trunks: *cannot
speak is too shocked *

Goku: Sheesh.

Vegeta: Oi.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> You’d think my son would be better at this
sort of thing.

Goku: Well,
statistically, Trunks is a better seme than uke. *points at charts. *

Goten: That’s
nice. It’s easier that way anyway.

Talon:

That
seems to be what most folk say. Which
is always good to hear. ;)

Saiyajin Neko:o:p>

*hands
pillow * Hope you have gotten sleep.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And Gohan had better of gotten the clue, I’m
sick of telling him.

Macha:

*sniffs
air * I don’t smell plot.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> *looks nervous * Really. I don’t.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> … …

Plyric:

Aw.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Thankies.

I figured that I would write a sequel as long as I had an idea for it,
but kind wanted to see if folks would be interested in it.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Thus far the answer seems to be ‘yes.’style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Anon:

???style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Thanks I guess.