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.
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
posting it there and at AFF.net
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“What
makes you think I would let you?” Vegeta demanded. Felt the knee digging into his thigh, pinning him under the heavy
weight of Kakarot’s body (muscle was not light, after all) and he struggled to
get out from under it. (It wasn’t
really a question of struggling, because he could kick the moron off him
without much effort, or he could just raise his power level and knock him off
that way. But he didn’t want to.)
“What
makes you think I won’t?” Kakarot snarled.
“Or are you afraid to find out?”
Vegeta
could honestly say that he had never sKakaKakarot in any state of anger beyond
superficial annoyance. And even then,
the annoyance was generally short lived.
(And generally only directed at him.)
So to see him burn in anger was something entirely new, and not entirely
comfortable considering he was trapped under the bastard with the hand around
his throat. Still, as he looked at him,
and saw how pissed he really was, he wasn’t afraid of it.
replied. Struggled against the hand on
his throat, dug his gloved hands into the arm holding him down until he left
bruises.
Then,
all at once, the anger broke and Kakarot fell back, landed square on his ass
and stared blankly at his own hands like he had just now realized he was doing
something un-Kakarot like. Vegeta
shoved himself to his feet and looked at him, at the way he was hanging his
head in utter disbelief and not quite cringing, but honestly expecting to be
berated like he was a worthless dog.
And while Vegeta did have a few choice words for his lover who thought
he could hold him down; he wasn’t going to say them. Not right now. Instead he
growled in annoyance, fought against the demand to kick Kakarot in the back of
the head and finish this little fight that he had started.
But he
didn’t. He stood there, croc{md his
arms over his chest and thought that he had really gone soft after all these
years. He had never backed down from so
blatant an attack on him. s"> Until
today. And only because it wasn’t
really him that Kakarot was attacking, it was his own mind and his own
little uncertainties. (Damn that stupid
fucking green thing for interrupting his natural right to fight this out with
Kakarot. But no, that little green
smirk had been Piccolo’s way of informing him that he had no idea what he was
doing when it came to his lover, and he was damn well going to prove that green
thing wrong so it could just wipe the fucking green smirk off its face.)
“Stop
cringing,” he snapped. His voice was
slightly messed up due to the fact that his throat was bruising.
Kakarot
looup aup at him. “I’m sorry
Vegeta… I don’t know why I did
that.” But he didn’t climb to his feet.
poor lost puppy. Like he was waiting
for the lashes and they hadn’t come yet, so he would just sit and contemplate
what a bad boy he was.
He
liked the yelling better; and the fighting, it was better too.
Much more efficient. He tried to
think of what he was supposed to say to his mate to make him…whatever…not cringing
and depressed and prone to pinning him down to the ground and rising
uncomfortable feelings inside of him.
And his mind wandered on to the fact that apparently Kakarot thought
that he thought that the two of the being together was some sort of ‘Dark
secret.’ Maybe he should start
there. It seemed like as good a place
as any. But when he opened his mouth to
talk, his mind helpfully pointed out that Vegeta had once asked if Kakarot
could ‘take all of him’ and here stood Vegeta avoiding that very subject—could
he, Vegeta, handle all of Kakarot? If
part of that included ‘being held down’ as it were.
“Look,
Vegeta,” Kakarot said as he got to his feet finally, “I think maybe we should
just leave each other alone for a little while…”
“No,”
Vegeta snapped. He did not just run
away from things because they weren’t happy or easy.
“I
don’t want to fight anymore,” Kakarot retorted, “So I think it’ll be best if
we…”
Vegeta repeated—shoved all that idiotic questioning out of his mind and looked
at Kakarot, “I am not ashamed of you Kakarot. I do not think you’re an idiot. And if I thought you weren’t worthy of me than I would
have killed you years ago…”
He
was interrupted by Kakarot pointing out—helpfully—that “But you did try to kill
me years ago, Vegeta.”
“Obviously
I didn’t succeed in that task,” he snapped back—hated when people threw those
helpful things back in his face—“The way we have sex is nobody’s business but
our own. Its not a dark secret, its our
secret.” He paused—thought back to how
nervous Kakarot had been when he first showed up and said that he had been
talking to that fucking kid of his.
Vegeta hated that kid. “Why
do you want to tell anyone anyway?”
“I
don’t,” was what Kakarot said.
THEN
WHY WERE THEY EVEN HAVING THIS ARGUMENT?!
He swore to all the Gods that this moron before him thought like a
WOMAN! Why argue about something that
you didn’t want to happen?! He didn’t
say that, instead just breathed, thought calming thoughts about how he really
did like being around Kakarot and how most of the time his neurotic lover was a
perfectly pleasant companion.
(Esplly lly when he dropped the idiot act and started acting like he had
a brain and a Saiyan side.)
“But
you killed Tien because he said…”
“I
killed that bastard because he attacked my family.”
“And
your Pride,” Kakarot said agreeably. “I
know. It’s just…
This
is what he got for fighting with a victim of attention deficit disorder.
~~~***
Vegeta?
Oh,
that was a laugh. But then, at the same
time, it was also the truth. Vegeta
could be very…well, not patient by tenacious.
Yes, his mate was tenacious.
Which was not necessarily a good thing, considering he had just started
a fight (for what reason now escaped him) and his mate had flat out asked him
what was bothering him, and Vegeta had that ‘Don’t even think you can get me to
leave you alone without one of us breaking something so badly we have to take
our asses to Dende to get healed’ stare.
But the problem really was, he had no idea what was wrong.
He
was wrong.
He
didn’t get angry. (Except at things
like Freiza, and then only because the lizard thing had just NOT STOPPED.
smash the asshole to little bits, and he had not relented, had pushed it until
Goku had to defeat him, had to try and kill him. And that kid Buu thing ticked him off a little too.
fight.)
“You
have no idea what you’re doing, do you?” Vegeta asked.
He
shook his head miserably. “I really
didn’t mean any of it, Vegeta. I don’t
want to fight anymore.”
These
words were not accepted with an ‘okay, let’s eat’—not that he thought they
would be. Instead, Vegeta gave him that
glare again. “First,” he said—and
considering Vegeta was very good at getting pissed off, he figured he should
listen and learn something—“What is really the problem?”
This
made him shrug. He didn’t have
problems. He had never had
problems. Except, yeah, he was a little
slow on the uptake apparently, and he wasn’t really good at doing anything
people on earth were good at. But as
long as he could fight, in the past, he was perfectly happy.
Why did he want to really fight all of sudden?
“Don’t
shrug. What did the fuck-up say to
you?”
Ah,
there was the annoyance. He gave Vegeta
a glare. “You know,” he said, “Why
don’t you and Gohan bitch at one another and leave me out of it?”
“Kakarot,”
Vegeta said—very patiently—“He is your son.
I don’t care about his existence other than if he says something to
you. We,” he motioned vaguely between
them, “Are together. That means
whatever happens to you happens to me as well.”
That’s not how it was with Chichi.
He loved her, sure, but she had never been hurt by all the things he had
done. Of course, when he was with
Chichi he still had a whole gang of friends that were all proud to know him and
somewhat dependent on his perfectly shiny image of the perpetually dim-witted
hero.
“Why
are you covered in blood?” Vegeta asked—as if he had just now realized that
Goku was drenched in the boar’s blood.
“I…uh…twisted
off the boar’s head.
Accidentally.”
This
got him raised eyebrows. “How do you
accidentally twist off a boar’s head?”
“I
sort of blanked out, because I was thinking about everything Gohan said, and
when I realized what I was doing, I was holding its head.
Somehow,
this made Vegeta proud. an>Ban>Because he gave
him that little smirking smile thing that meant he was impressed.
One day you will remember that you are a Saiyan.
world. Your son” he said this word like
it was the foulest thing in the world, “Can say whatever he wants and it
doesn’t make a fucking bit of difference…”
“But,
‘Geta,” he whined, “It’s not that easy.
He’s my son.”
“The
same son who you told that you wanted to be with me and that his opinion didn’t
matter?”
Oh.
So that couldn’t be what was bugging him. Because, besides that nagging ass question ‘how could you?’ he
wasn’t really that concerned with what the kid thought.
nervous—like maybe that smirk meant that he thought Goku was wrong about
letting Vegeta finish his fight with Tien.
And then he had thought of Chichi and how she would have smacked him
with a frying pan and was he sensing a theme here?
Whatever
he was ‘sensing’ it must have shown on his face. Because Vegeta shook his head—in that sort of amused annoyance
that only the Prince mastered with such perfection. “You have got to take a shower.
You are gathering flies.”
“Hey,
‘Geta,” he said, “Am I bad person?”
“You’re
a Saiyan.”
Which
was a huge complement coming from Vegeta.
He considered this. Didn’t feel
so incredibly annoyed anymore. But that
just drew his attention back to his poor nether parts that were mournfully
realizing that this fight was not going to head straight into sex.
really pushing the Prince to the very end of his tolerance, and cracked a grin
as Vegeta looked like he was going to choke him to death any second.
here, “I was… You know…”
direction of his disappointed nether parts.
And Vegeta must be really
considering choking him now. “Aroused?”
the Prince offered.
“Yeah.
Because he couldn’t remember that ever happening before.
mate beating the hell out of someone else, sparring with him hadn’t exactly
yielded happy sex thoughts (not really) in the past. He didn’t even think about sex when he sparred with Piccolo.
“You’re
a Saiyan male.”
“But…it
doesn’t happen with Piccolo.”
“It
better not be happening with anyone but me,” Vegeta snapped back.
“NO,”
he said, put his hands up—they were gathering flies, with being so bloody and
he became intensely aware of the smell.
“Just you,” he promised, “And just right now.”
“Go
take a shower,” Vegeta said again, “I’ll finish lunch.”
“So…we’re…okay?”
Goku asked, started back toward the house and was immensely pleased when Vegeta
followed him.
“As
long as you’re not getting hard fighting anyone but me,” Vegeta said.
made Vegeta JEALOUS. Or else
suspicious. Either way, it made him
very happy.
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That’s
almost 300 words over the count.
*Smiles
happily * Ah… One fight down. …one plot
device to go… Mwhwhahahaaha!
Gk: Hey, ‘Geta,
why doesn’t it *motions towards his nether area * happen when I fight Piccolo?
Vegeta: Because
Piccolo’s asexual.
Gk: no, he’s a
Namek.
Vegeta: *gives
audience look * That’s not what asexual
means.
Gk: So, why
doesn’t his *points downward again *
You know… When he fights?
Vegeta: *thinks to
self: why are you looking at it? *
Gk: WHAT?!
But… what does he have sex with?
Vegeta: He
doesn’t.
Gk: How can he
stand it?!
Vegeta: No
everyone has a libido your size.
Gk: How do you
know what size he is?
Vegeta: *sighs and
bangs head on the table. *
ChibiSquee:
I’m
actually pretty darn amazed I manage to keep Vegeta ‘Vegeta-esque.’
seen over half the show.) So thanks for
that complement. Good to know he’s like
himself. ;)
Jaygoose:
Got
to break up the angst somehow. Although
I figured more folks would be upset because I just left the fight alone.
SaiyjinNeko:
I
don’t mind the fighting, I just didn’t like that fight.
Doesn’t seem to have bothered anyone else.
Macha:
The
yummy lemons are going to get very…interesting…soon. *cannot say more, but is manically grinning *
Mechanical Butterfly:
*envisions
annoying robot from Lost in Space saying “Danger, He’s becoming and ass again,
Danger.” * Ah, hopefully, pretty soon,
Goku will put his son in his place. Or
Vegeta. One of them.
Ah,
thanks for the complement about my ‘writing the fighting’ skills.
so choked up at this point cannot breath * hhhhaaaarrrd….
Not you, that’s who! *
You
pervert! (About the angry Saiyan
holding ‘you’ down thing. )
Goodness! Hentai!
just scrapping the whole damn fight right there. Ah…that would have been good…)
Glad
you appreciated the lemon. ;)
Getarian:
You
did it again! I was all with the
writing the responses and then WHAM, there’s a review.
woods, btw. When I got the review.
Can’t
say that folks are ‘enjoying’ it but they all seem to like the fight.
argument (there were many gapes in this argument) about why it was that children
of separated parents (this is a mass generalization from my own experience)
always take out their anger on the parent they live with.
Mother (in this case) was the ‘safe’ one.
She had never left them, thus they were safe in getting angry at her and
throwing fits and crying and misbehaving because they’re bad behavior wasn’t
going to ‘drive her away’ they way it ‘had’ driven their father away.
any manner, but small kids believe that.)
So I applied this idea there to this thing, and had Goku feel ‘safe’
enough with Vegeta to bitch at him.
(Because everyone else has betrayed him recently except Goten.)
Ah…well…about
that inner Saiyan coming forth thing…
*suddenly her voice is muffled by a large glob of vanilla icecream *
Disagreements
are the spice of life. (Okay,
apparently its too early in the morning.
I can’t believe I just wrote that.
Hopefully I’ll take it out.)
Yeah.
anyway. *smacks poor confused boy who
is giving his nether parts a pep talk. *
Yeah!
*hop hop * Sounds good to
meeeee!~
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