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.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Slash.
(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:

style='mso-tab-count:1'> Got this idea off the DBZ Saiyan
Slash mailing list. Will probably be
posting it there and at AFF.net

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Words,
Vegeta found, had no effect on the moron at all. None. Speaking to him was
the equivalent to speaking to a deaf person.
The words just were not making a dent.
There was no way that he could ‘explain’ it to him, so (with a grating,
I hate you right now you big MORON) he decided he was just going to show
Kakarot. That was really the only way
it worked. (And he counted on this to
work too, because it always worked with Radditz. He had never tried it with Nappa, because same species or not, he
and Nappa were just not compatible in that respect.)

He
punched the idiot right between ‘Geta’ and ‘What do’ (which would have been
followed by ‘you mean.’) For a second,
Kakarot had just blinked, attempted to process this new strategy, and Vegeta
took advantage of that distraction to tackle him, knocked him off his feet,
landed on top of him on the ground. And
like a lightbulb blinking on, all of a sudden Kakarot got it!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He flipped them over as easily as breathing
and stared down at Vegeta—grinning—pinned his t tot to the left side of his
body, bef before he could get the second, Vegeta punched him, curled his legs
up and kicked the moron off him.

He
loved this part of the fight.

Got
to his feet, shook the dirt out of his hair and looked around, looked for
Kakarot, but he was gone, so he braced himself against the attack.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And when it finally came, from behind him,
he managed to duck out of the way of the arms that tried to grab him, turned,
kicked (tried to kick) Kakarot in the gut, but his lover caught his foot, yanked
him up off the ground and tossed him back down on his back.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Pounced on him—still grinning—and grabbed
both his hands before he could move them.
Held them oves hes head with one hand and powered up, went Super Saiyan
and grinned all the brighter, tightened his hold on the s.

“Got
you.”

There
were those weird ass feelings in his chest again (and admittedly much lower) he
smirked right back up at Kakarot and lifted his leg—slo so so as not to get
his whole body pinned to the ground—and he rubbed his thigh between Kakarot’s,
felt the grip on his wrists slip just a fraction before it tightened up
again. The grin on the big one’s face
went away and his eyes rolled closed.

“Understand?”
Vegeta asked. Felt the hardness against
his leg and realized that it was a very good possibility that he was going to
get stripped right here in the open and fucked. Wasn’t entirely certain if this was a bad thing.

“Yeah,”
Kakarot finally managed to breath out.
He moved his free hand down between their bodies and pressed his palm
flat against Vegeta’s own arousal.
Rubbed against it until Vegeta was gasping for breath and with that same
smirk his lover said: “Understand?”

“I’m
not the one getting the lessons,” he replied, rose his own power level and knocked
them over—didn’t manage to get his hands free though. Kakarot just grinned.
Seemed to enjoy the fact that he was fighting him, and that was hardly a
surprise, it was always better if you fought it. (He knew this from the countless times he had captured
Radditz. Yes…fighting it was always the
best.)

Kakarot
kept his one hand wrapped around both of his wrists and used his free hand to
move Vegeta’s leg from between his to the other side of his hip. Made him
straddle the big idiot and sat up, grinned, separated his imprisoned hands so
there was one wrist in each of Kakarot’s hands. Then moved them behind his body and held them with one hand
again.

“Is
the next lesson what I’m supposed to do with you now?”

Lesson?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Right.
Lesson.< sty style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And here he was getting
distracted by the shifting of his own hips against Kakarot, the way their
bodies were pressed together thanks to the grip on his wrists and the heat that
all this power was generating. id
id
Vegeta. Lessons!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Supposed to be teaching the big idiot what
to do next.

Then—as
if the moron had no clue about this ‘captured hands’ thing his hands were
separated again, he was pushed back onto his back and now his legs were open,
felt the hardness push down against his, tried to wiggle his way out from under
him—half-heartedly at this point—and found that it wasn’t going to work.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> His hands were held down over his head, and
Kakarot was taller than him so he wasn’t stretched out nearly as badly as
Vegeta was, and at this point (at least) he was more physically powerful.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

“What’s
next, Vegeta?” he asked, leaned down so he was close enough Vegeta could see
every minute detail of his skin, was still moving his hips in jerking little
thrusts against him and he asked ‘what next?’

As
if.

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Vegeta.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Check.
Sweating. Check.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Trapped under him. Check. Naked.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Not so check.

So
there was only one logical conclusion, as far as Goku could see.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Naked Vegeta, trapped under him.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Possibly screaming his name.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> (That would be nice.)style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And it wasn’t even his fault because this
time, Vegeta had started the fight, and he had just won it (thus far, he wasn’t
about to be so bold to think that the Prince had really given this his
all.) Which meant that it was his turn
to be ‘on top,’ as the saying goes.

Still,
Vegeta was not naked. And they were out
in the open. (Not really that large of
a problem, but considering this was just a lesson and not the real thing, he
figured they should move inside.)
Somewhere between his question of ‘What’s next Vegeta’ and the answer
that never came, he instant transmissioned them into their bedroom.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Still held Vegeta’s wrists over his head,
but closer to his head so he could bend his elbows. Used the other hand to pull the clothes off.style="mso-spacerun: yes">

Shivered
when Vegeta started to squirm and wriggle.
Tried to get some say so in this thing, but mostly he was pretty
quiet. Which was fine, because the
little fantasy hadn’t included his mate telling him anything, just his little
noises that he made even when he didn’t want to.

Once
naked, all of Vegeta’s skin was slick, shiny, and his throat was bruising, but
that didn’t bother Goku too much, other than it made his mate’s voice huskier,
scratchier and that was shiver-worthy.
Made all his thoughts focus on what it would sound like to have him
screaming in that husky voice. Or
moaning or groaning or possibly all three.

So he
shoved his own pants out of the way, whimpered as he realized that there was
one more necessary precursor to getting to claim his prize, and he thought with
a vicious little grin, that if Vegeta did it…
Well, he could watch and that would just be…
Besides, his hands were pretty dirty and Vegeta wore gloves so he was
cleaner.

“What?”
Vegeta demanded when Goku grinned at him again, and he let go of one of the
Prince’s hands, picked him up, turned him around so he was leaning back against
Goku, and twisted the other arm around behind him. Leaned forward—so they both had to lean forward—and grabbed the
lube off the table. Plucked the white
glove off his hand and said:

“You
need to prepare yourself.” Scooted them
forward, so they were closer to the wall, lifted one of Vegeta’s legs up and
pressed his foot against the wall—thought of how freaking bizarre it was.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> And Vegeta responded only with a derisive
little “Hn” and unscrewed the cap of the tube (with but one hand) waited for
him to take it back and squeeze it for him, and then reached down to brush his
fingers against his own entrance.

Goku
smiled—it was a new sort, the lecherous sort of smile and he had never smiled
that way before—and watched him from over his shoulder.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Licked his lips (felt very strange and not
particularly ‘Goku’ like. Figured that
was probably the point, after all he was supposed to be learning how to be a
Saiyan.)

Turned
his head and watched Vegeta clench his teeth, smiled at that, and then said:
“Alright. Now me.”

This
earned him a slightly amused look from his mate. “Impatient?”

“For
you, always,” he replied. Squeezed the
tube again, left Vegeta to figure out how he was supposed to prepare him with
only one hand and not facing him. Was
very happy when he managed it.

And
as soon as his erection was sufficiently slick he flipped Vegeta over again,
grabbed his free hand—dropped the tube off somewhere to the side of the bed—and
pinned him down again. Moved his hips
between his thighs before Vegeta could try and close his legs, and he looked
down at him, smiled that new sort of smile at him. Trapped the two wrists in his one hand.

Used
the other to get himself into the right position, and then shoved into
Vegeta. Felt how tightly the Prince’s
knees dug into his side as he did this, and lost his ability to think or breath
for a moment. Felt something strange
rising up in him as he held down the wrists and had to blink to clear his
spotty vision.

Found
that he was moving before he had even realized it, and panted to catch his
breath as his hips pistoned out of his control, looked at Vegeta and saw his
head tipped back, neck bared, shining in the light and bronzed, bruised lightly.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> With his fingers. Marked by him.

His.

All
his.

And
he was moving deeper into Vegeta, bared his teeth and moved down, pressed his
mouth against the bruised neck, ran his tongue over the skin that was light
purple and tasted the warmth of it, the way it was getting hotter, and that
brought a noise out of Vegeta, he groaned out something not understandable,
panted—Goku could feel his chest heaving against his—and dug his heels into
Goku’s back as he brought his hips up to meet the thrusts that brought him
deeper and deeper into his impossibly hot body.

He
licked the whole mark his hand at made, sucked on it where his palm had been
ran his teeth over the skin and heard Vegeta’s voice getting deeper, the
whimpers and the whines getting more needy.
He grinned, stopped.

Just
stopped completely and Vegeta really growled then. Jerked for his hands to be free (which made his whole body clench
up and that was very nice indeed.) But
he let Vegeta struggle, stayed still, licked the mark he had put on him and
grinned to himself about how it was nice to have him all pinned down and
whimpering.

“Fuck,
Kakarot,” Vegeta growled, “MOVE.”

He
straightened up enough to look at Vegeta.
Leaned up and kissed him, opened his mouth, tasted his annoyance in the
way his mate tried to bite him, clashed their teeth together and started to
move once more. Slower though, until
Vegeta managed to rip one of his hands free finally and he grabbed him by the
hair, and pulled hard. (Hard enough
that Goku was worried he might be missing a patch of hair.)style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Growled again until Goku relented and moved
faster.

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Gk shhhh, Vegeta,
don’t tell anyone about the S-E-X in this chapter.

Vegeta: Why?

Gk: Some people
are reading these notes right now.

Vegeta: And?

Gk: What do you
mean ‘and?!’ they’re supposed to read about the sex first!

Vegeta: *sighs
* Why?

Gk: Because if
they don’t read it, it hasn’t happened!

Vegeta: *sigh
* *looks at audi *style="mso-spacerun: yes"> Please be a dear and go read the lemon so
he’ll stop crying.