Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Oh, yes, it was a good cliffie, wasn't it? ^_^ Ah, no - Goku is still stuck in this dimension with a new Vegeta. Goku just got a warning - a blow on his neck. You'll see everything in this chapter, so there's no need to explain.

I'm happy that you are reviewing. Everybody else seems to simply ignore this fic. Although I think this fic isn't too bad (have seen much worse), on this site it isn't popular. Oh well, as I always say - can't please everyone. I'm just glad that you are with me…for how long now…? A whole year? Aw, that's nice ^_^.

 

Deep Circle by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com)

 

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

Warnings: Yaoi, male/male. Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 7

 

Goku woke up on his bed, on top of the bedding and sheets. He was dressed. He was in the room that Vegeta had given to him. He groaned, clutching his sore head, the thought that he should stop waking up like that crossing his still dizzy mind.

 

What the hell happened? He was sparing with Kamala. He had accidentally knocked Kamala out then somebody knocked him out. Vedeno?

 

Goku groaned as the pain increased after getting up from the bed. He headed to the bathroom to relieve his bladder. After the glance to the window he saw that it was evening already; he was out for 4-5 hours. Someone had better to explain him that, because he wasn't very happy about the current events. He was trying to save the world here and someone was knocking at his head. Oh, that was the knock at his door…

 

“Yeah,” Goku grunted, coming out of the bathroom. He forgot his sore head for a moment when he saw Kamala enter his room. He just couldn't believe - the impact the beautiful Saiyan had on him every time! Except being a bit whiter than usual Kamala didn't seem to be injured.

 

“Hi,” Kamala nodded. “Sorry, for that,” he gave a guilty smile after noticing Goku clutching his head with his hand.

 

“Well… I'm sorry for knocking YOU out…” Goku sheepishly smiled, forgetting his frustration. “I miscounted a bit.”

 

Kamala laughed silently. “No, I miscounted a bit. I was so turned on that forgot whom I was fighting with…”

 

Goku was grateful to whatever creature was sitting in the sky and watching over him for making him choose to sit in the darker corner of the room and avoid Kamala notice his crimson face. He coughed, trying to get his stupid brain moving. “So what the hell happened, who hit me?” Kamala looked at him surprised. He presumed that Kamala thought he knew.

 

“Prince Vegeta. He thought you attacked me.”

 

Clear then. Damn, he had been so excited by that fight that he let his guard down. He even didn't feel Vegeta coming! Goku rubbed his neck. Vegeta was protective over Kamala. Well, no wonder - Kamala was a part of his family - his father's mate.

 

“Err…I said that I would meet him in the training hall after the meeting. So, he came and…” Kamala fidgeted as Goku didn't say anything.

 

Goku waved off. “It's alright, I understand. If I thought that someone was beating my friend, I'd have reacted the same.” He saw Kamala's brows rise then a short smile graced Kamala's lips. Goku wondered what it meant. He rubbed his tingling wrists. After looking at his wrists he noticed red marks on them. “What the…”

 

Kamala squirmed again. “He ki-cuffed you…”

 

Goku felt hairs on his body rise up. Vegeta was Vegeta; one never should forget to be careful around him. Super Saiyan Three or not Vegeta would have killed him if only he wanted. If only Kamala said that he attacked him, Vegeta would have wrung his neck. Goku shivered realizing that at that moment he had been completely helpless. He didn't like that. He trusted Vegeta, he knew Vegeta, even if this Vegeta was a bit different from the other, but Vegeta didn't trust him; he had only been here a week. Something similar again and he might lose his head. He could bet Vegeta knew many tricks to get rid of unpleasant people: several drops into the food or… Goku shook his head scared. He was getting paranoid here!

 

Goku's cheeks reddened as his stomach loudly declared about not getting enough nutrition. Kamala chuckled and went to the door, motioning for Goku to follow. “We should find something in the kitchen,” he opened the door.

 

Goku tried his best not to munch his food down. Something about Kamala… The Saiyan had the similar regal air about him as Vegeta that made you notice how your own behavior and manners were far below the perfection you were seeing.

 

Goku smiled around his spoon as Vedeno burst through the kitchen door and quickly landed on Kamala's lap, words quickly and excitedly spilling from his mouth. Goku saw Kamala smile then brush over Vedeno's hair and ask to repeat everything once again but slower.

 

“Vegeta taught me to create a new blast. This is big and blue! I blasted ten bricks at once with it!”

 

“Not a bad start,” Kamala agreed, disheveling his son's hair. “I was nowhere as strong at your age…”

 

Vedeno grinned at his misuu then threw his arms around Kamala's waist. “I'll be as powerful as Vegeta! Or even Goku!”

 

Kamala chuckled, hugging his son back. “We'll see…maybe you will.”

 

Goku swallowed his food. He was surprised. Kamala and Vedeno were very affectionate to each other - it went even to such displays. Something he'd never think about - Vegeta's attitude and lack of affectionate displays on Earth made an impression on him that the Saiyans weren't affectionate fathers. Goku thought a moment, stirring his stew with a spoon. Maybe that was the answer - Kamala was as much father as mother - misuu. Maybe misuus were much more affectionate than fathers? Goku pondered on the thought more. But even if Vegeta rarely showed affection for Trunks, he perfectly knew that the dark prince loved him - it was obvious to a watching eye. Probably it simply depended on the Saiyan's character, probably it was the same as with humans - there were plenty of love and affection variations. He himself, for example, couldn't imagine his life without his sons. Those seven years, while he was died and didn't come back for seven years because of his stupidity, were torture for him. And it was torture now. Double torture, he had two sons now.

 

“Here you are,” Vegeta swung the kitchen door open. Without looking around he came closer and threw his white glows on the table, near Kamala. “I thought he was done, but the kid is just full of energy.” Vegeta observed Kamala. “Well, you seem to be alright.”

 

“Yeah, it was just a small bruise,” Kamala sheepishly smiled at the prince.

 

Vegeta snorted, sitting down at the table against Kamala, still oblivious to Goku who was silently sitting in the corner. “Be more careful next time. Can't believe the moron did that!”

 

Kamala's widened eyes quickly shot past Vegeta's shoulder to Goku. “Err…it was my own fault, besides you overreacted,” he quickly spilled, nervously fidgeting with Vedeno's flame-hair, who was watching Goku from the corner of his eye.

 

“Overreacted?” Vegeta pulled a face. “He was all sprawled over you, how the fuck I should have known that he was trying to bring you to your senses and not to fuck you senseless?”

 

Kamala chocked. He slapped Vegeta on his hand, indicating with his head towards Goku.

 

Vegeta's head snapped to Goku. “Hi,” he calmly nodded at the crimson Saiyan.

 

Goku managed only a nod. He even could feel his ears burn this time. Vegeta really had no problems with expressing himself. “First, we both were dressed,” Goku finally trusted his voice to speak without squeaking. “Second, Vedeno was with us.”

 

Vegeta just shrugged at him. “Clothes are removable. The kid might just turn you on more.”

 

`Shut up,' Kamala mutedly mouthed for Vegeta.

 

Vegeta glared at Kamala, but closed his mouth not voicing whatever he wanted to say more. Then he opened his mouth again to speak to Goku who was now glaring daggers at him. “Alright, just forget that. That was a misunderstanding,” Vegeta turned away from Goku.

 

Goku nodded. Good idea, and the sooner, the better. Goku quickly finished his stew then went to the sink to wash his dishes. After coming back from the sink to take the rest of his dishes he noticed all three Saiyans watch him curiously. “What?” he stopped midway to the table.

 

Kamala just smiled and shook his head then turned away.

 

Vegeta's brow rose. “You are a very tidy person, aren't you?”

 

“Huh?” Goku blinked. No, he really wasn't. But then he understood that here probably nobody washed their dishes - they had plenty of servants to do that. Goku shrugged. “Well, the food was good, so I at least should wash my dishes.”

 

“See?!” Vedeno joyously turned to Kamala. “Even he doesn't wash his dishes when the food is bad! Can I not wash mine?”

 

“No,” Kamala cut him short. “And he didn't mean it that way, and you perfectly know it,” he sternly looked at his son.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes at them both.

 

Vedeno didn't relent and turned to his brother for help. “Did you wash your dishes when you were younger?”

 

“No,” Vegeta comfortably leaned on the back handle of the bench, “but you will do as your misuu says.”

 

Vedeno pouted in defeat. He had no chances. He slumped, putting his head on the table.

 

“Something new in the meeting?” Goku asked while scrubbing his dishes.

 

“No,” Vegeta mournfully shook his head. “We only have information that half of Cold's army is moving this way to join the forces which already are hovering over us.”

 

Damn. Goku grit his teeth. Not good at all.

 

XXXXX

 

Next day he was again late to the meeting, but now he began to suspect that his brain knew he didn't actually want to go there and were purposely making him oversleep.

 

While eating in the kitchen he chatted with Kamala then left the castle and flew to simply take his time to observe, to watch the planet and everything on it.

 

He found a very beautiful place not so far away from the castle. It was a small lake surrounded by forest and huge rocks what made the lake hardly visible.

 

The lake reminded him of that lake at home where he used to watch sunsets with his sons. And he wasn't sure what emotions this lake caused - he felt sad but glad too.

 

Goku sat on the shore for a while then shot into the sky, this time not trusting himself to swim without tears. He checked his wristband and decided that the meeting probably should be over. He sped home. He wanted to spar with Vegeta. He wanted to forget that useless feeling of longing. Being alone brought only more loneliness.

 

Goku was glad when Vegeta accepted the suggestion. They went to the same place they had sparred earlier.

 

While they prepared Goku was thinking about Vegeta and their spars. Spars were something usual: he and Vegeta used to spar at home all the time and now they spared here. It was like a constant - the surroundings, the age, planets might change, but spars still were here, Vegeta was here, he was here.

 

Goku blocked Vegeta's blow and answered with his own punch. Soon he forgot his musing and completely concentrated on the fight. It was the late evening when they both finally dropped on the ravaged ground feeling completely worn out.

 

“You're getting better when you sleep more,” Goku flashed his toothy grin at Vegeta.

 

“Probably you too should sleep more then, because you are getting worse,” Vegeta smirked at him.

 

Goku laughed. Yep, that was Vegeta he knew. “Going to sleep?” Goku stood up and stretched his sore muscles, following Vegeta.

 

“No, I'll go to the swimming pool. Will do some laps in it,” Vegeta rubbed his sore side. He could bet in the morning there would be a bruise the size of the castle!

 

“Uhh…” Goku's eyes sparkled in excitement. “Can I too?”

 

Vegeta blinked at Goku surprised at the look on the Saiyan's face. Gods, the tailless Saiyan had the sweetest expression on his face - he was almost fluttering eyelashes at him! Exact Vedeno's copy! “Alright,” Vegeta sighed.

 

Goku was grinning widely all the way to the castle.

 

“Wow!” Goku exclaimed when they entered the swimming pool. Big - that was the first word that came into his head. Water in the swimming pool was deep blue due to blue tiles in the pool's bottom. The room area itself was white-tiled but with some black-painted ornaments and silver-colored tiles that mixing with white ones made a very beautiful ensemble. There was no windows in the walls, but the ceiling was made from some kind of transparent glass, and he could see the second sun through it and some stars shining, which, though, due to the second sun, weren't as visible as on Earth, but was enough to make him gap. Besides the natural light source there were some torches alight on the walls, but it wasn't very bright in the room.

 

“Alright, I will go…” Vegeta turned to Goku, words getting stuck somewhere in the prince's throat.

 

“Yuppy!” Goku jumped into the swimming pool, his naked body loudly splashing water everywhere.

 

“…change…” Vegeta finished, silently. Obviously Goku had no wish to change. Vegeta muttered several curses under his breath then rushed to change and hide his pink dyed nose. The tailless Saiyan was not more civilized than a monkey!

 

Goku content shouted his enthusiasm to Vegeta, who soon returned wearing swimming trunks, and again dove into an uncharted corner of the swimming pool.

 

That was probably the best thing that ever happened after he woke up on this Gods forsaken dimension. That was fun! The torches on the walls made it all seem like that lake, near his home. It seemed like he would be swimming with his sons and the fire would be made on the shore, the caught game getting ready…

 

Goku grinned wildly after he saw Vegeta's tail float on the water's surface. Big, brown, fluffy eel… Goku let out a mischievous giggle under water, making bubbles, and dove for his prey.

 

“Agh!” Vegeta jumped high in the air, his body almost leaving the water, his right foot instinctively aiming at the attacker's chin.

 

“Shit!” Goku grabbed his jaw, letting go of Vegeta's tail. For some time there were only colorful dots dancing in his eyes and it was ringing in his ears all the time. As, with time, the pain subsided he realized it was Vegeta's voice ringing in his ears.

 

“What the fuck you did think you were doing?!” Vegeta shouted in furry. He swore when the tailless Saiyan began to sink deeper in the water. The prince then misunderstood Goku's wish to hide from his shrill voice for drowning. Vegeta fished out Goku by his hair and dragged to the side of the swimming pool.

 

“Goddammit!” Vegeta hissed at Goku's bare backside when Goku lifted himself from the pool. “How dare you touch my tail?!”

 

Goku sat up on the edge of the swimming pool, his legs dangling to the water. Vegeta again growled in furry, completely not amused by the display of Goku's crotch. Not that he found another Saiyan unattractive, he really didn't, but at the moment everything was just fueling his anger.

 

“Sorry, I just forgot myself,” Goku sheepishly put his hand behind his head. “I was only playing. I pretended it was an eel. I wanted to catch it for dinner.”

 

Vegeta gaped at Goku probably first time in his life stunned into complete silence. “Eel?!” Vegeta choked in disbelief after a minute. “You are nuts! Nobody grabs my tail! You can't play with it!”

 

Goku winced at Vegeta's high-pitched voice. “I'm sorry,” he winced again as Vegeta didn't stop shouting. “Listen, what the big deal?” he threw his arms. “It's a simple, disheveled, wiggling-shmigling tail. Nothing special, there's no reason to have such a fit because such a thing…”

 

Goku thought he went blind as Vegeta's fist got him right into the face. He skidded backwards, hitting the wall with torches with his back.

 

“How dare you?! You fucking…grrr!” Vegeta almost wasn't able to speak from the blind rage that engulfed him.

 

Goku was just in time to block Vegeta's kick to his head. He was astonished by the prince's outburst; Vegeta was mad! He caught Vegeta by his wrists and, after some struggle, managed to push Vegeta to the ground and pin him down. He had to ascend to Super Saiyan Two in order to keep Vegeta on the floor.

 

Goku heard the noise of running feet then the swimming pool door burst open and about ten guards with their scouters beeping rushed into the swimming pool. Goku turned to see them freeze on the place. Only then he realized how it all looked - he was stark naked on top of a trashing Vegeta. This time he couldn't blame anyone for jumping to conclusions…

 

Goku turned back to Vegeta. He felt relieved to see Vegeta stare past his shoulder at the guards, his face all flushed.

 

“What are you staring at?!” Vegeta erupted at the guards who didn't know how to act not being sure if Goku was raping their prince or if it was only foreplay. “Get the fuck away!” he hissed at them. “And you too!” he threw Goku off him.

 

The guards were gone in seconds. Goku got up from the ground. He gazed at Vegeta's retreating back for some time, wondering what the hell happened then shrugged and wanted to go to retrieve his clothes from the floor as something in his head ticked again. He saw himself in a room. He was slowly sneaking to Vegeta who was sitting with his back to him and didn't see him coming. He put his hand on Vegeta's shoulder. He jumped back as Vegeta instinctively tried to elbow him. He heard himself softly laugh then saw Vegeta turn back to look at him. He went closer to the scowling prince, brushed over his left cheek with his palm, and closed his eyes as Vegeta leaned to kiss him. Gentle, soft, intense, passionate.

 

Goku jerked out of the weird dream and looked around. He still was standing in the swimming pool. Goku's brows furrowed in confusion. He touched his lips, still being able to feel his lips tingle. Vegeta…kiss him..? What the..?

 

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Vegeta angry tossed between his sheets in the bed not managing to get any sleep. To throw such an insult at him! Bastard! Who did he think he was?!

 

Vegeta's pointy nose scrunched in anger as he answered that question for himself. Goku was the most powerful being he had ever seen. Goku could do as he pleased. Goku didn't need anybody's permission or allowance. The thought had hurt him even more. He had thought that Goku saw him as a friend or at least liked him. He should have known better. Goku simply was bored here. Interesting what Goku would do tomorrow to excite them both further..?

 

Vegeta cursed. Tomorrow, tomorrow the whole castle, hell castle, the whole planet, will be talking about Goku fucking him. Nice. Just fucking nice. Well, at least everybody would have a good laugh before they died. Damn, when did he become an amusement object?! Unbelievable! At least Goku was Elite; Raaven had things much worse…

 

Vegeta frowned, his body freezing. Wait, wait a second… Goku was Radditz's `brother', Kakarott, in reality. Shit. Goku was third-class. Not Elite, third-class! Some fucking third-class! How dared he?! How dared Goku say that to him?!

 

Vegeta rubbed his temples. Where the fuck was his head earlier?! How he could miss such a thing?! For a whole week there was a third-class living in the castle! Damn, he sparred with Vedeno, with Kamala, with him!

 

Was Goku lying then when he said that he and that other him were friends? Not likely. He already knew Goku enough to notice that he hardly knew how to lie; Goku had no control over himself whatsoever. Hell, the idiot was blushing all the time while in one room with Kamala.

 

Damn. Third-class. Very interesting. How did a third-class reach such power? All Bardock's sons were out of `norm'. Even that Kakarott though very young but already was able to fight an Elite. If Goku was able to reach such power, how about Kakarott? That needs to be checked. Who the hell was Bardok's mate? Hard to tell now, there were various rumors at the time, but no one knew for sure, and before everything could have gotten too suspicious she died while giving birth to Kakarott. He should check old files; maybe he would find something worth attention.

 

He still couldn't believe Goku said that to him. He was angry with himself. Never expect anything from anyone and never let your guard down. And what did he do? Now he felt hurt. Idiot.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku stared at the ceiling while comfortably lying in the bed. That last `vision' still was repeating in his mind.

 

At first he didn't pay any attention to them, but now it was getting more serious and…uhh…interesting? Those several first about Vegeta smiling or shouting at him didn't disturb him. Although he had no idea why his mind was playing with him, he had brushed them off as a result of his shock after he appeared on this dimension. But this last one made him think. He didn't know where they were coming from, they felt more like some strange movies he had taken part in and now would push a play button too see them again as visions. They felt like some sort of déjà vu, something that felt real but was long ago forgotten. Very real.

 

Goku brushed with his fingertips over his lips. He still could feel a faint tingle there. It was like he really was there and had done that. But that was impossible. And why those `visions' included Vegeta? True, he saw Goten and Trunks too, but the main person was Vegeta. Why? And why Vegeta was kissing him? Not that he complained, it was simply…unexpected. Yeah, right word. Unexpected, because he never expected Vegeta to do something like that. Wanted, craved but not expected. It was…disturbing. Why Vegeta would kiss him? Vegeta didn't ever see him like that, he was only a third-class for Vegeta. That's why he was against that `third-class-thing' so much. That didn't disturb him - it was Vegeta's attitude that disturbed him. He was fed up with it. That got on his nerves. Vegeta always had been damn stubborn. Third-class this, third-class that. Damn him!

 

What did he want? What did he want?! Simply to accept himself, to finally to feel comfortable! But Vegeta was always messing him up. He never let Vegeta to see how much it disturbed him. No, he didn't want the damn bastard to know! He was angry and ashamed; he didn't want Vegeta to know.

 

It got both: better and worse later, when Vegeta's hate turned into a habit to repeat that third-class insult simply like that, for the hell of it. And although Buu fight managed to put the gears in Vegeta's head in motion, it was not enough. It never was enough for Vegeta. But at least now he knew it was not his fault, not his shame. It was Vegeta's! Vegeta never wanted him because of that stupid elite-third-class-thing!

 

TBC