Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Hello, LadyKATT! I could answer your questions. But do you really want to get the answers now, instead of reading? If you really do - tell me next time, and I'll tell everything you want to know. Now, all what I would like to answer is how long Goku is going to stay on Vegetasei. Yes, he's going to be stuck there for a while.

 

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

 

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

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

 

Part 9

 

He tumbled in his bed then yawned, blinking his eyes and whisking the sleep away. Some stretching, a snack then the meeting again. Gods, how those meeting were tiring him!

 

Vegeta sat up on the edge of his bed. He started in surprise, noticing Kamala sleeping on the couch. The Saiyan was curled in a ball, one his hand under his head, other on his stomach. Vegeta smiled seeing Kamala so relaxed - Kamala's tail was loosely hanging from between his legs, the tip reaching the carpet.

 

Vegeta glanced at Kamala again while dressing. Kamala must have fallen asleep yesterday while they were talking. Kamala came to him to ask about those gossips about him and Goku making out in the swimming pool. Later they started to talk about this and that.

 

Vegeta smiled again remembering the blush on Kamala's face while the Saiyan squirmed before daring to ask about the gossip. He considered waking Kamala up, but decided that there was no need, it wasn't the first time anyway when Kamala fell asleep in his room, besides Goku would oversleep again and nobody else, except Vedeno, never would dare to enter his chambers.

 

Vegeta cast a glance again at Kamala before leaving his chambers.

 

They didn't get along at first. He knew Kamala from Kamala's very childhood. Kamala's father was a very powerful warrior and high-ranked politician; sometimes he would bring Kamala and Raaven over to the castle. He didn't care about them in any way then, but when later, decades later, he saw his father with Kamala…oh, he exploded in anger. No, it wasn't that Kamala threatened to take over his mother's place. No, his father had plenty lovers after the Queen died, the bastard had a whole harem. It was that Kamala was even much younger than him, and Kamala had a beautiful face. Actually Kamala was the most beautiful Saiyan he had ever seen. Why the one who could get any lover he wanted would go for his father, for a pervert king? Only for the power. Or so he thought…

 

Oh, how many things he had said then to Kamala in first several months. He called Kamala a sly snake wiggling into the sun of power, stupid bitch, whore, slut.

 

Kamala never argued with him, he patiently would wait for him to spill everything he wanted. And that he didn't like even more. To his usual insults he added coward and imbecile. He never had realized that Kamala was in love with his father. That is, until one day he saw Kamala staring at his father kissing another. Kamala's eyes. Kamala didn't know anything about others. He didn't know the king was only playing with him. Many would have killed to have Kamala in their bed, and the king sort of won the competition by seducing Kamala.

 

Only then, after seeing Kamala's eyes, he understood that Kamala had no idea about all this. Kamala was young and inexperienced in this high-scored league. How old Kamala was then, 18-19? Despite Kamala's brother's reputation Kamala was different. That probably was one of the reasons too why he was so against Kamala at first - he knew Raaven's habits and behavior, the whole city knew. Raaven had more lovers than anyone could count and each day the number rose. If there was an orgy somewhere, you could be sure you would find Raaven there. Sometimes one would see Kamala with Raaven in some of those parties; probably that mistook him. But he was wrong - Kamala was not like that.

 

The next day Kamala left without a word to anyone. Not for long. Someone sensed that Kamala was pregnant, that someone reported to the king. Of course, his father ordered to fetch Kamala back to the castle. Kamala indeed was pregnant. Kamala didn't want the child. Nobody listened to him. It was an heir, of royal blood. If Kamala wanted it or not he was going to give birth to the child. To make the matters worse, the misuu or mother of the royal heir to follow traditions and customs had to be mated to the child's father.

 

Everything was made silent: after several days Kamala had his father's claim-mark on his shoulder. Kamala almost went insane. Nobody cared, except Raaven, but what could Raaven do? Loose his head? It wouldn't have changed anything.

 

Kamala's pregnancy time was a hard one: Kamala was stressed, depressed, devastated, angry, desperate. Kamala tried to kill himself twice. It was a wonder he didn't miscarry. Kamala got ten guards to be at his side all the time to prevent him from trying something similar again.

 

He tried to talk to Kamala after the first attempted suicide. Kamala almost freaked out seeing him coming. Kamala just scrambled away from him. Kamala was afraid of him. No wonder, after those threats and insults Kamala didn't expect anything good from him. Kamala didn't expect him to try to help. But he WANTED to help Kamala. That what was happening to Kamala affected him very much.

 

Kamala and his father argued a lot and, though sometimes Kamala would even attack his father in a blind rage, he had never seen his father beat Kamala. But though his father couldn't care less about Kamala, he was damn jealous about him. Once he saw Kamala talk to some man, as it appeared later it was a simple messenger whom Kamala wanted to ask to buy some his favorite fruits in the local market. He had never seen his father so angry. Kamala was just frozen in fear and shock when his father hit him. And then he decided it was enough. His father or not, the king or not, he should have know the limits - Kamala was eight months pregnant then.

 

He caught Kamala before that could have hit the wall. Kamala was all shaking after he lowered Kamala to the ground. The Saiyan pushed him away in fear and just ran away through the door.

 

He had a talk with his father then, short but stern.

 

Kamala got better after that. He had never thought about that earlier but to his horror he realized that his father had been making Kamala sleep with him. Technically Kamala was his mate, it was no wonder, but he had never thought that while they clashed so much his father would still want Kamala. It was Kamala's face what brought him troubles all the time… But everything was getting better. Kamala stopped being so jumpy, wasn't so depressed anymore. And after he ordered to fetch Raaven he first saw Kamala smile after such a long time.

 

Raaven was furious to hear what had been happening. Raaven talked to him, thanked and asked to take care of his brother further. He did, but not because Raaven had asked, he never liked Raaven anyway. It was because of Kamala. Kamala caused confused feeling in him. He knew what Kamala must be experiencing. Kamala was different than others. Kamala was probably the most beautiful Saiyan he had ever seen, but Kamala had something more - warmth and innocence. That was irresistible combination - that warm beauty, that Kamala radiated all the time, made you either love him or hate him. He loved Kamala. Not that special love, but he felt for Kamala, liked him very much. Sometimes he thought about more than that, but that was it, only random thoughts mostly fuelled by his or Kamala's heat.

 

Then followed two quiet months. Kamala was let to do whatever he wanted, except leaving the castle. Well, he would have allowed that, but Kamala vas heavily pregnant, big and a bit clumsy, and he didn't think it would be very wise to let Kamala wander. There war was going on, who knew what might have happened.

 

Then, during those quiet months, Kamala finally came in terms with his pregnancy and began to expect and want the child. That was a true miracle, but Kamala was happy. Well, Kamala never needed much to be happy. That too was one of Kamala's wonders.

 

Kamala still didn't trust him and tried to get as far as possible every time he would see him. Kamala didn't understand why he did what he did; he probably thought that he was plotting something. Each time he could see fear cross Kamala's face when he would see him. That disturbed and even hurt him, it shouldn't have but it did.

 

The birth was easy. The doctor said that it was probably the easiest birth in the Saiyan history. He was relieved - he had expected complications and whatnot after such a difficult pregnancy time.

 

The child was healthy and strong. Kamala was a bit tired after, but very happy. He was pressing his son at his chest still not believing and smiling all the time. And then Kamala saw him. He could see Kamala start and press the child to his chest firmer. And then he truly wanted to hit Kamala for his stupidity and stubbornness - Kamala thought that he wanted to hurt the child! But then Kamala asked what he wanted to name his brother. He answered that Kamala should choose the name. And then something clicked between them. And from that moment he knew he had a friend, and he knew that Kamala knew he had one too. It was only later clear what that click in his head was. It was not a friendship.

 

Kamala chose the name. Actually it surprised him a lot, but then he knew that Kamala had lost all respect he had for his own father (who later appeared to be the one who reported Kamala's pregnancy) and his family which abandoned him, caring only for family's `honor' and that he would be the kings `honorable' mate. Kamala could have given his brother's name or any other name he wanted, but probably he had been a bit uncomfortable about life-style his brother was leading. He didn't know why Kamala didn't choose any other name, not then, anyway. And he could see surprise on his father's face when he told him the name with Kamala standing at his side, but he saw Kamala smile at him. And then he knew. Kamala didn't name the child after his father, Kamala named it after him, prince Vegeta.

 

Kamala became different person after Vedeno was born. Kamala was smiling, laughing. They talked a lot. Well, not so sudden, some time passed, but soon they would have conversations that lasted six and more hours. Kamala was very intelligent, maybe he didn't actually look like that but he was. Beside that beauty and warmth Kamala had brains and…power. He realized that first time when he accidentally walked in on Kamala while he was doing his kata. He watched him train for some time. Though Kamala had forgot most of his training while locked in the castle he could perfectly recognize potential when he saw it. He invited Kamala to spar. Well, it happened the same as with Goku - he had knocked Kamala out, Kamala just didn't know when to stop, he didn't care if his opponent was ten times stronger than him or ten times weaker, he went to the end. The whole spar didn't last more than five minutes, but he was impressed - Kamala was fierce and determined in a fight. It was like you would see a completely different person: Kamala could kill, more than kill. The Saiyan blood-thirst wasn't gone in Kamala, it was just somehow suppressed in day life, but you could see murder in Kamala's eyes as he tried to hit or punch you, Kamala would become a calculating and cool-blooded killing-machine, those fights were the only time you could see the same expression Kamala's brother's eyes held most of the time. The change was even chilling a bit. But he liked that. He liked that untamed aggression Kamala had during their further spars. He taught Kamala new moves, new hits. Kamala was picking up everything very fast. The boy was genius.

 

Vedeno's bringing up he completely entrusted to Kamala (his father cared little about his new son as long as Vedeno was alive and hail). He even left the right to Kamala to hire and fire Vedeno's tutors. He didn't interfere. And he was impressed again - Kamala was perfect even there. Vedeno probably was the happiest kid in the whole universe and that even despite his not too good terms with his father. Kamala was a caring and loving misuu. But Kamala knew to be stern too, he taught Vedeno discipline and obedience. Vedeno, although he was very small he already respected his misuu. The kid wasn't stupid, he saw other parents, compared them to Kamala. He had never seen Vedeno do what Kamala didn't approve, he never misused Kamala's trust. Vedeno always knew he always can come to his misuu and talk, tell what's wrong, what's bothering him or simply to share his just experienced events or joy - his misuu would always listen to him, give advice, tell if he was wrong or compliment him. They both loved each other very much. And he was there, somewhere in between. He never would have thought about it earlier, it came into his mind only after several years, after he got to know Kamala much better, after he realized that Kamala had a mind to rival his own. Kamala made him love Vedeno. As soon as Kamala understood he meant no harm to Kamala, Kamala's brains set into motion: first Kamala named his son Vedeno, giving him a clear hint that that was after him, not after his father, later followed many small things like small walks in the yard with the child, conversations about what was good to give to the child to eat and what was not. Kamala even pretended being sick or tired several times that he would watch over the child. Kamala needed someone to protect his son, who could have done it better than he, Vegeta, the Saiyan prince, the most powerful of Saiyans? And Kamala's plan worked. He even didn't notice how he was in love with the child, standing at his cot, touching his tiny limbs and grinning like idiot. He didn't see the kid as the threat to his inherited throne, he saw him as his brother. Kamala was a genius. He admired Kamala.

 

And he was jealous over Kamala. He had no right or reason to be - they weren't lovers, but oh, he was. He was protective, possessive and jealous over Kamala. He wasn't sure why, Kamala never gave him any hints or flirted with him, Kamala was more like brother to him. It probably all started when he protected Kamala from his father. Later he would always keep an eye on Kamala. At first it was protectiveness - he always wanted to be sure that Kamala was alright, that he had everything he needed and wanted. Later came possessiveness and jealousy. He didn't like anybody touch Kamala; they could admire, gape, speak with him, but not touch. Kamala became someone very personal for him. Kamala was the only friend he had. Kamala knew his secrets, everything. He trusted Kamala. He knew he was invading Kamala's personal life, and he knew that Kamala could see his jealousy. But Kamala never said anything. Kamala understood his need, his fear.

 

“Hi, Vegeta. I wanted…” Goku's eyes slid past Vegeta's shoulder to Kamala sleeping on the couch, “…to apologize for that `tail-accident'. I…”

 

“Fuck off,” Vegeta pushed Goku out of his room, closing the door behind them. “You never knock, do you?”

 

Goku smiled sheepishly. “Listen, about the swimming pool…”

 

“I said I don't want to hear anything about that! Fucking imbecile!” Vegeta cursed, turning to go to the Meeting Hall. He pushed past Goku. He was late.

 

Goku was left grimacing at Vegeta's back. Now he had no choice only to wait till the stupid meeting ends!

 

Goku observed the door to Vegeta's chambers. Why Kamala was sleeping in Vegeta's room? All right, Kamala was dressed, it seemed that he simply fell asleep like that, but that was a bit disturbing. Why? He didn't know himself. Something between Vegeta and Kamala… Vegeta was protective over Kamala. It was something… Vegeta was almost tender with the other Saiyan. As far as he saw Kamala didn't need any of this, Kamala was strong enough to take care of himself. Unless there was someone stronger than Kamala, but that was not very likely.

 

XXXXX

 

After Goku swam in the lake, ate half of the fish that resided there, he noticed that the big sun was already setting down. He went back to the castle rested and refreshed and determined to talk to Vegeta at any costs.

 

Goku found Vegeta and Kamala in the training hall. His question about the similarity of Kamala's moves to Vegeta's was answered: Vegeta was training Kamala. They both were harsh with each other, the fight was intense and cruel, and he could see it was coming to an end - Kamala was getting tired.

 

Goku sat in the corner to wait for them to finish.

 

“Alright, you're too tired, this isn't getting anywhere,” Vegeta shook his head at Kamala, indicating to end the spar. Kamala only growled at him threateningly while trying to punch him. Vegeta caught Kamala's wrists. He silently laughed, pushing Kamala to the wall with his body. “I just love when your temper gets the best of you, but next time…” he shook his head again.

 

“Bastard!” Kamala hissed, struggling against him.

 

Vegeta laughed again. He let go of Kamala, giving him space. He waited for Kamala to calm down. After a minute Kamala heavily exhaled then slid down with his back to the wall on the ground, bending his one knee, throwing one arm on it.

 

“I hate you,” Kamala leaned his head at the wall, feeling completely exhausted.

 

Goku saw Vegeta frown. Kamala didn't mean that, even he could see that Kamala was just frustrated by defeat. But Vegeta's face… Goku's eyes widened. Was Vegeta in love with Kamala?!

 

“Sure,” Vegeta chuckled, but his eyes weren't very amused. “Let's go to eat something.”

 

“Ha!” Kamala snorted, rubbing his aching side. “Only if you carry me there.”

 

“Alright,” Vegeta shrugged, smirking.

 

“What..?” Kamala yelped as Vegeta simply grabbed him and tossed over his shoulder. “Ah! Are you crazy?! Put me down! Ah! Help!”

 

“Shh…” Vegeta shushed him laughing. He turned to the door.

 

“You know, I can reach the ground with my feet,” Kamala chuckled from Vegeta's back.

 

“Is that an insult?” Vegeta's brow rose.

 

“Yeah, and what will you do?” Kamala grinned at Vegeta's backside.

 

“Spank you,” Vegeta slapped Kamala's bottom, the sound echoing in the hall.

 

“Don't fucking slap me!” Kamala shouted in disbelief. He kicked his legs trying to get off Vegeta's shoulder.

 

“Will you apologize then?” Vegeta chuckled.

 

“In your dreams!” Kamala snickered, laughing.

 

Vegeta's hand rose over Kamala's backside again, but then froze over it as he saw Goku sitting in the corner. Then he calmly carried Kamala from the training hall. But he didn't slap Kamala again.

 

After Goku caught up with them, Kamala already was walking on his own. Goku noticed Kamala rub his backside. Kamala blushed, catching Goku's eyes on his rear.

 

“Uhmm…” Goku finally tore his eyes away. “Vegeta, we really need to talk.”

 

“I'm busy,” Vegeta shook his head, increasing his pace.

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “You're going to eat. You can eat, I'll talk.”

 

“You will talk when I say!” Vegeta snorted.

 

Great. Goku grimaced. He wanted to protest but only a wheeze came from his mouth as he suddenly fell to the ground on his knees and hands. His head was spinning, body shaking and there was strange tingling everywhere in his body.

 

“Goku?” Kamala was at Goku's side.

 

“I…Uhh…” Goku leaned on his hands, trembling and gasping for air. He winced as sharp pain laced though his body. “Ugh!” he fell to his side not managing to keep his weight anymore as the pain sharpened, almost making him scream in pain. Then suddenly it was gone, leaving him half-conscious, limp and trembling on the floor.

 

“Look,” Kamala leaned to brush over Goku's new, wet tail, “he sprouted a tail,” he smiled at Vegeta. He ran his fingers through the tail's base then the very tip, making Goku moan, and his body quiver with gentle shivers.

 

“Kamala,” Vegeta frowned, discontent, “leave it.”

 

Kamala let the tail fall from his fingertips back on Goku's thighs. He stood up. “He's very sensitive, it will take time till he adjusts to the tail.”

 

Vegeta wanted to say that he didn't give a damn, but then faltered. “When did he lose his tail?”

 

“As a child. You know he said he had never seen a tailed person except Radditz back there.”

 

Vegeta's brows creased. Goku didn't want to insult him. The poor moron simply didn't know what he was saying. `Tail culture' was something you learned from others or on your own skin, but how Goku could learn if he didn't have a tail and hasn't seen a tailed person before? “But that other me had a tail in that world…” Vegeta faltered again.

 

“Nahah,” Kamala shook his head, grinning. “He said that his friend cut it off when he tried to kill them all in Oozaru form.”

 

Vegeta glared at grinning Kamala. “It's not funny!”

 

“Oh, yes, it is,” Kamala grinned wider. He leaned to pick Goku up.

 

Vegeta just shook his head at Kamala's back.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku woke up in the morning, his unconscious state having been replaced by deep sleep in the night. He squirmed in his warm bed for some time then his mouth slightly opened when he remembered. He quickly tossed the covers away, ordering his new tail to rise in the air.

 

Goku grinned petting his soft tail. He missed it! He hardly knew that before but now he was sure that he missed it. He watched his brown appendage sway in lazy moves. The fur was soft and rich. It will get firmer after several days; it still was new. He watched his tail make a last swish then stretched yawning and stood up.

 

Interesting, who undressed him? He was wearing only boxers. Kamala? He felt his cheeks flush. Gods, he had to get himself under control! What the hell Kamala had so special to be able to do that to him?! Goku berated himself as he subconsciously started to list all `positive sides' Kamala had to excite him like that.

 

Goku gasped as something behind his back fell crashing onto the floor. He turned around to see a lamp on the carpet, all the bits and pieces around. His tail. He still needed to get use to it. Goku wrapped his furry appendage around his wait; like this it shouldn't cause troubles.

 

He yawned again, suddenly wishing to IT to the swimming pool. He scanned the area, but was disappointed to find nobody there. It would have been nice. Maybe one day he would learn to IT to places even without sensing any kis…

 

Goku put his white armor on his red fighting suit, wrapped the tail around his waist, yawned again. Then his mouth froze open.

 

IT. Why he didn't think about it earlier?! He really was a third-class idiot!

 

Goku slammed the door shut behind his back and scanned the castle looking for Vegeta's ki. He needed to talk to the prince! He grunted in disappointment as he found Vegeta already in the Meeting Hall, but then a little smirk appeared on his face. Why not? It would be a perfect demonstration…

 

Vegeta almost landed on his rear in shock when Goku appeared before him, on a big heavy table. Only the last second he caught himself and levitated from the ground.

 

“Hi,” Goku greeted everyone, who was staring at him their jaws open, hitting the table's surface. He turned to a still gaping Vegeta. “Uhh…I think I have something interesting. Can we talk?”

 

Vegeta blinked, regaining his composure. “Y-Yes.”

 

Goku nodded. He quickly put his hand on Vegeta's shoulder and ITed them to the kitchen. Not a best place to talk, but he hadn't much choice while checking for kis.

 

“Leave us,” Vegeta turned to the chefs, who were a bit shocked but quickly complied and hurried away. Vegeta still was very confused while trying to comprehend how they suddenly appeared in the kitchen, but then just gave in and decided to leave it to Goku to explain. He looked at Goku with a demanding expression.

 

“Yeah,” Goku nodded. “That's why I wanted to see you. I just completely forgot about it. Well, I mean that I can do this `disappearing/appearing-thing', Instant Transmission, I mean… I think we can use it.”

 

Vegeta frowned deep in his thought. After one minute he raised his head to look at Goku. “Alright, I have twelve questions for you to answer about this IT. First, how you,” Vegeta's tone rose, “could have forgotten to mention THAT bit of information?!”

 

TBC