Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Hello, geta_gfan! Thanks for review!

 

Hello, LadyKATT! Yes, I'm positively and immensely glad that I found people who want betaread. I had pretty terrible experiences with several previous betareaders. Don't know, maybe it's my fault or something. But I had and good experiences too. Dunno. Probably you'd have to ask Vegeta's Mate now, if I'm such a bitch that there's no way how one could work with me. Really don't know. It's sad.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not making any money of this fic.

Warnings: Yaoi, male/male. Goku/Vegeta

 

Deep Circle by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (beta-read by Vegeta's Mate)

 

Part 3

 

"Vegeta has a little brother?" Goku asked Radditz after they walked out of the building, leaving shocked men in their wake. Goku knew that word of another Legendary would spread like wildfire, from the King all the way down to the lowest of villains. Actually, he didn't care. All he wanted was to help defeat the lizards and go home, that is if Vegeta needed his help. Now if only he could come up with a plan that would help.

 

Goku mused silently to himself while flying to Radditz's home. "Isn't Vegeta's mother Queen Celeris? And wasn't she the last female?"

 

Radditz looked at the tailless Saiyan. It was strange, Goku knew many things, but they seemed a bit old or to have a strange shading. "Yes, Prince Vegeta is King Vegeta and Queen Celeris' son, but quite some time after the Queen died, King Vegeta took another mate. Radditz hesitated a bit unsure about the second question. "Queen Celeris was indeed the last Saiyan female."

 

Goku scratched his head, although it wasn't comfortable to do while flying. Now he was confused. "So where did Kamala come from?" he turned to Radditz.

 

"He's Elite; grew up near the castle. His father was on the War Council and a member of the King's personal Council, so Kamala usually was around too. Kamala is younger than King Vegeta, much younger. Hell, he's even younger than Prince Vegeta or you. But Kamala has a good head on his shoulders, well...he can be hotheaded at times, but he's got a kind heart and that is something that King Vegeta can't boast of himself.... "Hey!" Radditz darted to catch Goku's arm as he began to plummet to the ground.

 

"You said 'he'?!" Goku's eyes were flicking all over Radditz face, as Radditz pulled him closer. "Kamala is a man and has a son with Vegeta's father?"

 

Radditz slowly nodded unsure what the man's problem was.

 

Goku's mind reeled. He still wasn't sure, but that would explain where that little boy came from and all those children whom he had seen today playing on the streets, and it would be a good explanation as to why the Saiyans weren't extinct.

 

Radditz gazed at the floating Saiyan. He still was holding Goku by his arm. He was afraid to let him go, Goku looked like he'd faint at any moment. Suddenly Radditz understood. He laughed, some other races found that weird too.

 

Goku raised his head to look at the laughing Saiyan. Radditz stopped laughing but still had a very amused expression on his face.

 

"Saiyan males can conceive," he explained. "I'm surprised that while being a Saiyan you didn't know THAT tiny part…" His expression turned serious, "After it was discovered that females were more prone to different diseases, it was too late to help their dwindling numbers. Nature made it's own way to keep us going." Radditz laughed at the look of disbelief that colored Goku's face. You really didn't know?"

 

"N-No," Goku stuttered, staring at Radditz, not sure if Radditz was trying to make a fool of him or not. Vegeta had never said anything about that! Did he? No, he didn't. There was a small possibility that he had forgotten, but who could forget something like that!? Or maybe the bastard purposely didn't tell him anything! Vegeta was son-of-a-bitch most of the time anyway. "Is that true?" Goku exhaled, ready to give in.

 

"Yes," Radditz nodded, releasing the Saiyan, who now seemed to have gotten most of his composure back and didn't threaten to fall again. "You're at the prime age yourself for..." he burst out laughing. He just couldn't help teasing Goku this time. He smiled at Goku's pale face. "Oh, you're a virgin!" he almost choked on his laugh again. Goku was so easy to tease!

 

"Stop that!" Goku yelled aghast, pushing Radditz away from him.

 

Radditz realized he over did it a little. "Calm down, Raaven would kill me if I even thought to make a pass at another. Besides, do you think I'm that sick of a bastard? Hell, you look exactly like my little brother! Yuck!" he gagged in disgust.

 

Goku sighed. He shook his head. Suddenly he felt in the mood for a drink, or two, or three, or more. He hoped Radditz had something at home to quench his thirst. The news was quite shocking but, it was a bit relieving too. He needed to sort this out in his head. And he was already curious for more answers.

 

They found Raaven at Radditz's home. Goku felt his eyes glue to the other Saiyan - Radditz really had great taste. Raaven was something to look at, but it was a pity that the Saiyan looked very, very angry and his mood didn't improve at all after noticing Goku behind Radditz's back.

 

Raaven stood up from the chair and crossed the space between his and Radditz in two long steps. "You, bastard! It's not enough that you completely ignored me in front of Bardock, but later you bring this thing with you!" he furiously stabbed Radditz's chest with one finger. "Which one is this? Your brother or that other? How the fuck…"

 

Raaven didn't finish his tirade as Radditz shut him up by pressing his lips to Raaven's, muffling all possible words and sounds. He claimed Raaven's lips with his mouth and fisted his hand into Raaven's hair, tilting his head to the side.

 

Goku felt slightly uncomfortable as Raaven loudly moaned, obviously forgetting why he had been so angry only seconds ago.

 

"Drinks are in the kitchen. Help yourself," Radditz raised his head to glance at Goku.

 

Goku frowned at Radditz but, after Radditz tore Raaven's armor away and began to push him to the table that was standing in the middle of the room, he knew better than to linger and hurried to the kitchen, on his way he caught a view of Raaven lying on the table and Radditz sprawled over him, moving between Raaven's legs.

 

Goku filled his glass with some liquid, gulped it down then took a mug from the shelf and filled that one. He exhaled heavily and slowly sat down on the chair. He stared at the colorful painting on the mug for some time.

 

So, all Saiyans were gay. He felt himself refusing the thought. The term wasn't accurate - they were as much men as women. They were able to conceive. Goku frowned. Shouldn't he include himself? He was a Saiyan too. Or maybe his dimension was a bit different at that point? Probably not, he thought, then gulped down more liquid from his colorful mug.

 

Goku could hear the other two Saiyans in the room where he had left them. He listened to soft pants and moans. Well, at least now he knew why he always had been attracted to men. Goku sighed, rubbing his forehead. That always had disturbed him. He never told anyone about it; he wasn't sure how they would react. He had a wife. It was not that he wasn't attracted to women, probably one would call him bisexual, but it would always click something in his mind, and, let's not deny, in his groin when he'd see a dark-haired, handsome man, especially if that would have a decent power level. He never tried to fulfill those his desires, he thought of them as a sick part of his mind and he always felt guilty if he spent some time salivating after some man. He'd go to Chichi then and spend some time with her, share his lust with her. He didn't think it was wrong, actually the opposite - by coming back to Chichi he tried to show her and himself that he was a normal, truthful married man.

 

Goku sipped from his mug again. He was sure Chichi knew about that. She knew about his attraction to men. There were some hints he liked men too. Well, he never was good at hiding things.

 

Goku startled as an abrupt shout came from the other room, and then another followed. Goku finished his drink off. Well, that was fast. Suddenly he felt somewhat silly, realizing that if that hadn't been his brother who was in that other room, he'd have been aroused by all those sounds and scents. He gagged at the thought - his brother had been fucking that Raaven in the other room, and he had been listening!

 

Goku glared at his brother as that sat down opposite him, his bare chest still sweaty. Radditz just sighed.

 

"Sorry, he just would have shouted till he got what he wanted…"

 

"Don't you like more privacy?" Goku gave him another glare.

 

Radditz guilty lowered his eyes then sighed again. "Sorry, but I kind of missed him too…"

 

Goku scrunched his nose then filled his mug again.

 

"Are you crazy?!" Radditz grabbed the mug from the table, spilling the half of content on the floor. "Did you drink all that?" he motioned to almost empty bottle.

 

"Yeah," Goku shrugged. Usually drinks didn't effect him much.

 

"Shit, how you're going to reach the castle?" Radditz pushed the mug away. "After ten minutes you even won't remember your name." He cursed himself for forgetting to mention that particular drink and it's harmful side effects. "Hell, you could have poisoned yourself!"

 

Goku gave him a very skeptical look, that was telling 'are you nuts?'.

 

Radditz shook his head. "This stuff could kill you. Soon you'll feel the effects, then we'll know if you're a dead man or not."

 

And he felt the effects - several hours of them! Half of the time he spent lying next to the toilet, the other half lying on Radditz's sofa and singing an old childish song about a cow and a goose. But luckily the sickness didn't last very long, it was around seven o'clock when he almost felt himself again, after having endured several hours of being sick he was beginning to feel fine. If not the smell of food he probably would have stayed fine. Goku noticed that after he strictly refused to eat, Radditz's seemed to pout a bit, Goku guessed that Radditz had prepared something special.

 

While the other two were eating, Goku was wandering through Radditz's apartment. To tell the truth there was not much space to wander around, other than the kitchen and bathroom, there were two other rooms - bedroom and living room. Minimalistic style - the most needed furniture, several small pieces which included some very interesting statues and some other things that he didn't recognize, but were probably brought from another planet as a souvenir. He liked that minimalistic style, Vegeta always liked it too. The prince felt surrounded if there were more things than necessary.

 

On his way back to the kitchen Goku froze. Again Vegeta. Vegeta liked minimalistic style? Then Goku waved off that thought, probably all Saiyans were like that. He himself liked that so it was a good possibility.

 

"So, you ready to go?" Radditz swiped a hand over his mouth to remove crumbs and grease. He presumed he'd have to show the tailless Saiyan to the castle; Goku probably had no idea which side of the planet it was on.

 

Goku nodded. He observed Raaven who was almost pouting. "You could go to," he tentatively suggested.

 

Raaven snorted, but Goku could see that his attempts to make peace had been approved.

 

"Thanks, but no. I'd rather drink a bottle of Drilla than be near Prince Vegeta," he smirked at Goku.

 

Goku realized Raaven was talking about that drink he had overdosed on. He stuck his tongue back at Raaven for an answer. Raaven blinked at him, looking confused, then laughed.

 

"Does Raaven not like Vegeta?" Goku questioned while they were flying over the city to the castle. If he was going to have something to do with this Vegeta, he should know more.

 

Radditz laughed. "It's not that he doesn't like Prince Vegeta, it's that on this poor planet, there hasn't been such bad tempered person before… You never know what to expect. Well, I can't blame Prince Vegeta - he and his father had been resisting to King Cold's empire for long time. Now we are defeated - we'll probably hold for a year till these bastards invent some smart device to break through the power field. Maybe more than a year, maybe less, depends how good the bastards are. And neither Prince Vegeta, nor King Vegeta can change anything. From the very youth it's pounded into the royal heads that they are responsible for our race and survival. It's a terrible thing for us all to see this loss, but I can hardly imagine what they feel… Prince Vegeta wanted to challenge Cooler, but neither Cooler nor King Vegeta agreed with that. Cooler isn't stupid, and, although King Vegeta clashes with his son all the time, he perfectly knows that he might lose a good heir to his throne… Well, King Vegeta didn't consider one thing when he gave his decree against the idea - Vegeta is quickly angered, and, afterwards, they almost got into fight." Radditz wondered for a moment, and decided to explain further. "Well, you saw, though he's not very tall, but that's compensated with his skills and power. Prince Vegeta is a very proud, strong and spirited being, never underestimate him. He may lack height, sometimes he might seem to behave like a madman or stubborn child, but he sees everything, he knows everything. His mind can do wonders and he can be pretty deceiving when he wants."

 

"Now I feel like at home…" Goku mumbled for himself. That all sounded pretty much as the same Vegeta he left at home.

 

"I wonder what he's going to tell you…" Radditz wondered. "That was the best fight I have ever seen, probably he'd suggest you to be his body-guard or something like that… Though it's been almost ten years since he's had a guard. Well, if that really were the case, you could probably start tomorrow. In such cases paperwork doesn't exist."

 

Goku flew silently for some time. "How come you never asked me how I can be another Legendary?" he looked at Radditz. There had been something strange in Radditz's behavior towards him. It started before several days; Radditz became very polite, helpful and such. Take in to account that the first and last time he saw his brother in his dimension, Radditz tried to kill him. That was disturbing.

 

Radditz adverted his eyes from Goku to look at something in the horizon. "I saw you go beyond Legendary, beyond everything. I don't question Gods, I obey them."

 

Goku blinked in shock, for a moment forgetting that he had been flying. "I'm not a God! Are you crazy?!" he gasped at Radditz who stopped too.

 

"You're a very modest God," Radditz smiled then shrugged. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Well, except that I already sent a message to Prince Vegeta. I didn't want him to offend you."

 

Great, just fucking great! Goku groaned in defeat. Now Vegeta would never believe him. He caught back up to Radditz who had flown ahead. Later, Goku promised himself, later. He would either manage to convince Radditz that he was no God, or he simply would beat that fact into his brother's thick scull.

 

XXXXX

 

"What did you want to talk about?" Vegeta quickly entered his room, taking off his white gloves and dropping them on sofa.

 

He was late. That stupid mating ceremony lasted much longer than he had expected - Naydirs were such a bunch of ceremonial appreciates!

 

Vegeta unfastened his bright red cape and threw it on the gloves. All those dressing-ups always had annoyed him. Vegeta tugged at his red and white painted armor then looked at still silent Goku. He'd have to be more patient - he couldn't just undress like that. Vegeta threw his royal pendulum on the cape, the damned thing brushed just above his groin while he was sitting, watching the ceremony. It was damned annoying! His father probably found it very amusing - the bloody bastard was much taller than him and didn't have any problems with his own pendulum!

 

Goku stared at Vegeta not sure how to start. Why he wanted to talk to Vegeta in first place? Wouldn't it have been much more clever to go to the King himself? But Vegeta was someone he knew, or thought that he knew. Vegeta was sharp witted - if someone could make a good plan - it was Vegeta. But did they need a plan? Yes, they did, he couldn't just go to the Earth to look for Dragon Balls. Now space was filled with those pink monstrosities. And he even wasn't sure if Dragon Balls would help him in this case. Hell, he had no idea what was going on back on Earth. Probably the Red Ribbon Army had Dragon Balls and was ruling the Earth, or maybe the Earth even didn't exist anymore at all? What if he was stuck here for a long time? What if he was here permanently? What if this was his home now?

 

"Well?" Vegeta impatiently tapped his fingers at the dark table surface. He was leaning in a comfortable chair, his legs crossed, his other arm resting on the armrest. Despite his pretended ignorance, he was nervous. Of course he was nervous! Vegeta berated himself. There he was sitting with a stronger Saiyan than him and had no idea what to expect. Radditz thought that Goku was a God. To tell the true, he had never seen such a mortal God. Goku was no God, but Goku could become a big problem…

 

Goku blinked, freeing himself from his thoughts. His eyes slid over the Saiyan next to him. Vegeta looked a little younger than the one he left at home. But his eyes were as hard as the Vegeta he knew. But this Vegeta didn't scowl. Oh, now he started to, probably was losing his patience while waiting for him to start. He concluded that both Vegetas looked almost the same; the same prideful, royal posture, the same gravity defying hair, the same body. Beautiful like always.

 

Goku sighed, brushed his hand over his spiky hair then just began to talk. Told everything: that he had not a clue how he appeared here, told about his home world, about that other Vegeta, told about his family, about Vegeta's family, about the events, about Cell, about Buu.

 

Vegeta didn't interrupt him once.

 

Goku gulped down half of the carafe after he finished talking. He removed the carafe from his lips and looked at Vegeta, not sure what to expect now. His heart was beating madly - Vegeta would burst out laughing at any second now. Goku's heart spasmed, he wasn't sure why but he wanted Vegeta to believe, he needed Vegeta to believe. He wanted everyone to believe, but especially Vegeta.

 

"And how are you going to get back?" Vegeta's dark eyes met Goku's.

 

Goku put the carafe back on the table, taking his time to answer. Of course he knew Vegeta would ask that. Should he lie? He didn't want Vegeta to know about the Dragon Balls. If this Vegeta was similar to the other one he might misuse the Dragon Balls. But then…now the other Vegeta had been living on Earth for about ten years and there was no sign that he cared about the Dragon Balls anymore.

 

"I'll try to get to Earth," Goku fidgeted with the carafe's glassy neck, avoiding Vegeta's eyes, "then we'll see."

 

"What do you expect to find there? If what you told me is true, there is no point in coming back. Here you don't have family. What do you want there?"

 

Goku raised his head. He made a mistake and now Vegeta's black eyes bore into his, not letting go.

 

"What?" Vegeta asked again.

 

"I can't tell," Goku regretfully shook his head. He turned away from Vegeta, freeing himself from that probing stare. He wanted to trust Vegeta but he knew how the other Saiyan could be.

 

Vegeta frowned. He didn't like nor the answer, nor the situation. "So, what are you going to do now?" He wanted to know what Goku wanted from him. A spaceship? He could give that. But the reason he didn't ask Goku directly was because he needed the other Saiyan to stay for a while.

 

Goku scratched the back of his head. "I'm not sure. I mean I can't simply go to Earth like that, there are probably plenty of lizards everywhere."

 

"Hn. Yes, there are," Vegeta shifted closer to the table, putting his arms on it. "I'd like to see all of your power."

 

Goku rolled his eyes. That was Vegeta.

 

"Don't you dare to do that!" Vegeta hissed in fury, hitting his fist on the table. "Do you fucking think I don't know what you did when we sparred?! You son-of-a-bitch! How dare you?! I don't need your pity! I…"

 

"Gods…" Goku groaned, putting his palms over his ears. Well, at that point both Vegetas were completely the same.

 

"What are you doing?! Listen to me when I'm talking!" Vegeta jumped from his chair, fuming, his ki rising.

 

There was a knock at the door. "Prince Vegeta?"

 

"Go the fuck away, I'm talking!" Vegeta even didn't turn his head to the door.

 

"Shouting," Goku corrected him.

 

"You piece of shit! You…"

 

Goku closed his ears again, wondering how long it would last. He blinked fast as his vision abruptly blurred then he suddenly saw himself in Capsule Corp. He was standing in a room. There was Vegeta shouting at him for some reason, exactly like this one was doing. He could see a crashed table behind Vegeta's back, a smashed blue vase on the wooden floor, water spilled, yellow flowers shattered.

 

"Agh!" Goku jumped in his chair as Vegeta smacked him on the shoulder, his brow raised. "S-Sorry," Goku stuttered. He shook his head, trying to comprehend why that other argue-scene came to mind. He just gave up, he had no idea.

 

Vegeta glared at Goku again then sat back into his chair. The damn Saiyan almost fell asleep! Unheard off! Well, he probably had heard all these curses somewhere… Vegeta scrunched his nose at the thought. Yes, Kamala always said he cursed too much…

 

"I want to see your power," Vegeta crossed his arms while looking at Goku across the table. He wasn't sure if he believed Goku, but he agreed that the other Saiyan whipped his ass without any problems, now he wanted to see how much Goku had been holding back. The situation scared and unnerved him more than he would like to accept. Goku was much more powerful than him, and he never liked to be out powered, it made him feel as though control was slipping out of his hands. Who knew what Goku would decide to do? He was a prince, so what? Everything was about the power. And though the tailless Saiyan really looked like he would be telling the truth, no one knew what his intentions were. But if Goku wanted power he would have already defeated him in sight of his men and would have gone for his father; that made him think that Goku wanted not that.

 

Goku scratched his head at Vegeta's demand. That was probably the only way to make the prince believe.

 

Goku stood up, pushed the chair out of his way. "Put your scouter on."

 

Vegeta quickly grabbed his scouter from the table, put it on.

 

Goku closed his eyes, feeling all the cells in his body awakening. He opened his eyes, clenched his fists, summoning all his power. Roared, his head thrown back. Felt the energy engulf his body, growing brighter and stronger. Eyes turned teal, hair turned gold, grew to well past his waist.

 

Teal eyes opened to look at Vegeta.

 

TBC