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.)
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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Trunks
shoved open his bedroom door, grabbed the shirt by the bottom and very
carefully peeled it up, balled it up where the most disgusting mess he had ever
seen was and holding that between two fingers used his other hand to yank it
over his head. Balled the whole mess up
and tossed in his trash can. “I am
NEVER having children,” he said. Looked
at Goten, who was sitting on his bed in his boxers, and upon Trunks’ statement
lifted the waist band of his shorts and looked inside.
“Well,
than it’s a good thing I can’t give you any.”
And as if to make sure, Goten stuck his hand in his boxers and felt
around for a moment. “Right, didn’t
think I had any of those things.”
“Do
you have any idea how gross that baby is?” Trunks demanded.
the child had made extended downward to his pants. Growled in annoyance and disgust and stripped them off quickly,
gave the mess a dispassionate glare and decided that the pants could be
saved.
“Ah,
Trunks, don’t you have a nurturing instinct?”
Goten was giving him that grin.
The grin that showed off just how freaking amused his boyfriend was at
him for his little mumbly-grumblies.
Whatever, that child was disgusting.
He couldn’t even think of the pooping machine as anything but ‘that
child’ for MONTHS, he was sure. If she
ever went from ‘that’ to ‘his sister’ he would die of shock.
“Have
you met my father?” Trunks replied.
Shudder in further disgust about the horror he had just endured.
bathroom next to his bedroom and scrubbed at his skin with a washcloth until it
was pink and tingling. Goten appeared
in the doorway—still dressed in nothing but his boxers, which was fine because
it was all Trunks was wearing.
“Yes,
I have met your father. He probably
wouldn’t bitch nearly as much about it.”
Then there was that snarky smirk that looked completely out of place on
Goten’s naturally innocent looking face.
Any action on their part was interrupted by a door opening, and after a
few moments of wondering just who it was wandering the halls at all hours, his
mother stopped on her way to the stairs to look at him oddly.
dressed—Goten smirking—and Trunks scrubbing his chest and stomach.
If he
could have died from sheer mortification, he would have done it right there.
“Hey,
Bulma. Is it such a good idea for you to
be walking around so much?”
“I’m
fine,” she said. Shook her head at
them. “I was just going to get
something to eat.”
Trunks
dropped the rag back on the sink and took his mother by the shoulders, turned
her around and pointed her back toward her room. “Go lay down, I’ll bring you something to eat.”
“Alright,
dear,” she said. Yawned, went back to
her room.
“Aren’t
you being a sweet son?” Goten said.
Gave him a roll of his eyes. “I’m
going back to bed. Please stop bitching
before you get back.”
Trunk
glowered at him, and went downstairs to get food for his mother.
knew that when Trunks didn’t get up to help his mom, Goten would, so it was
just a pointlessly silly thin to taunt him about being nice to his mother.
your mother. (If you weren’t, they had
the tendency to start bitching at you about how ungrateful you were and how it
was ten hours of hard labor before you were brought into this world and
yaddayaddaya.)
He
made his mother a few sandwiches (because they were quick and easy and she didn’t
need anything too big to eat at two in the morning) and took them upstairs to
her, found that she had fallen asleep again already and set them on the table
next to her bed. Stood there for a
moment, then turned and left as quietly as Saiyanly possible.
~~~***
Once
more with the fighting, Goku thought.
Faced Vegeta and looked around through his own mind to find some sort of
angry thing that made him want to hurt someone. Figured it best to get those insanely angry thoughts out first so
he could work on the control factor.
Start large, work his way down.
Vegeta
stood opposite him, impervious as usual, and just waited for him to find this
thought that would tick him off enough that he would attack with the intent to
conquer. Not that he really wanted to,
and not that he felt any venom toward Vegeta, but both of them knew that if
Goku fought the one he really wanted to (Gohan) the other one probably wouldn’t
make it through the first few minutes of the fight at this point.
he considered his core being—did not want to fight his own son.
alone. To stop repeating that stupid
question ‘How could you’ like a mantra in his mind until Goku was deaf from the
stupidity of that question.
How
could he what? Be himself?
And
he looked up, saw Vegeta looking at him, felt the anger that burned through him
just as simply as that, and the confusion that maybe he had no idea who he
was. What he was.
demanded everything from everyone all the time and hated it when they were not
more important the individual. How dare
his son demand that he give up everything that made him happy just so poor
little Gohan’s delicate senses didn’t get offended.
Because
that’s all it was. Gohan was just upset
because Vegeta wasn’t a girl. It had
nothingdo wdo with anything else.
Nothing to do with the fact that Vegeta had once almost killed Gohan, or
that he had once been a less than perfect person. (He wasn’t a person though, was he? He was a Saiyan.) Gohan
was all upset his Daddy was fucking and getting fucked by another man.
And
that was truly stupid.
Goku
felt Vegeta’s foot in his gut and blinked, realized that he had been fighting
without even being aware of it. Pulled
back, felt instincts rise in him, and the human voice in his mind (strangely,
this sounded just like Chichi) and it was screaming that he needed to stop
before he did something bad. (That
human voice should have chosen someone he had less experience ignoring.)
one, stood his ground and felt the rise of power as they struggled against one
another. Both seething with their
instincts, trying to win this fight the same they had always tried to win.
He
watched Vegeta, felt his power in his hands, through those gloves, and found
himself attracted to that power. Wanted
to know what it was about that determination, the strange sort of purpose in
the way the Prince fought that was so insanely attracting.
fist to his wrist and pulled his arm up, kicked the Prince so he was turned
around and then crushed the smaller body back against his.
it as well.
Held
on as Vegeta yelled and fought against the hands on him.
his powerlevel and tried to break free, but other than bruising a great deal of
Goku he was not having very much luck.
It was fun to feel him try though, rather nice to be able to hold him
while he worked so hard and tried so nicely to get away.
felt something change, was shoved back by an explosion of ki, and landed three
foot in the dirt. Tried to get up, but
there was a hand in his hair that hauled him out, threw him again so that he
landed on his stomach, and he scrambled back to his feet, only made it to his
knees, and Vegeta stepped on the back of his neck, held his head down and chuckled.
Goku
felt the human instincts winning out over the Saiyan ones, and there was a
strange moment of panic, followed by a weird sense of calm, he concentrated for
a second and disappeared. Reappeared standing,
looked at Vegeta as the Prince dropped his leg back down and crossed his arms
over his chest.
“Was
that it?” Vegeta asked.
“Not
hardly,” he replied. Kicked the shorter
Saiyan, and moved up into the air.
Liked to fight there better, because gravity didn’t apply and he was
supposed to be shoving his Saiyan instincts into this.
Vegeta followed him, brushed the dirt off his battle suit and his
gloves. Looked at Goku and waited for
the next attack.
Which
came as a punch, one that was blocked and Vegeta kicked him in the gut
again. (His poor abused stomach decided
them to remind him that a bruised belly meant he couldn’t eat as freely.)
the gut and sent him flying back. Curled
his hands into tight fists and felt the Saiyan take over again, that sense that
he had to catch Vegeta and defeat him.
Not
that Vegeta, it seemed, had any intention of allowing himself to be
defeated. He just came back for more of
the fight. Strong enough to be an
annoyance to Goku, and yet that annoyance just fueled the attraction, made
Vegeta worthy of the fight, and that was both extremely satisfying and a bit
frightening.
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Gasp!
Goku: You know
what would be good right now?
Vegeta: *rolls
eyes * Sex?
Goku: Huh.
Vegeta: what do
you mean, you didn’t think of that? You
always think of that!
Goku: I was going
to say lasagne.
Vegeta: *sweat
drop *
Goku: Come on,
strip already! This is easier to do
with no clothes on.
Jaygoose:
Ow?
Don’t be made at Vegeta, he was just paying Goku back for doing the same thing
to him. And Lol. Yeah, Goku has
terrible timing.
Saiyajin Neko:
Ah,
perhaps a computer expert is the best way to go. Kicking the computer could inadvertently hurt something.
this does not mean she will stop kicking it should it misbehave. *
LovesTorture:
Don’t
hyperventilate! How will you review
then? I mean… That would be bad.
Macha:
*tosses
a mop in her general direction * You’re
drool is getting the pages wet. ;)
Anyway…
this training thing. Perhaps he, too,
wants a dominate Goku. *ponders this *