Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Hello, LadyKATT! We'll see what Goku will do after coming home ^_^

 

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 10

 

“He'll be here in six days,” Vegeta announced after he left the Meeting Hall. “So we have plenty time to prepare.”

 

“Good,” Zarbon nodded. “Better hope this will work, otherwise…”

 

“Yes, it will,” Vegeta smirked, motioning to Goku. “We already tried some tricks. Distance isn't going to be a problem. As long as he feels some ki.”

 

Zarbon pulled on his green braid thinking. He leaned comfortably in Vegeta's chair. “And how about protective shields? Can he pass them?”

 

Vegeta gave an affirmative nod, his smirk widening.

 

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Goku was on his way to Radditz to share the good news when he suddenly realized that Vegeta didn't seem to be angry with him anymore. The prince was a bit annoyed that he forgot to mention IT, but it seemed that the incident in the swimming pool was forgotten. It was very good, but a bit disturbing too. Vegeta usually didn't forget insults easily (not that he wanted to insult Vegeta, but Vegeta thought so), and he was beginning to think that there was something fishy - Vegeta probably had prepared something for him. Damn him! And he hoped that at least here they could start everything all over, without that competing and arguing nonsense. All right, he liked competing in power or fighting, but Vegeta took it to extremes, he always turned it into something unhealthy. And he never liked arguing. It wasn't his style, it wasn't his nature. If there was something wrong he just wanted to talk it out, to clear things up so that they didn't get too bad. He wasn't that person who would carry a grudge over years. It would only make him sick, ill and depressed. He knew that because, despite he always tried to fix things as soon he could, there were some things which simply had to be kept silent. What you can't talk about, keep it silent. And he kept quiet for years, and probably would keep silent again after he got back home. He had enough courage to say, to speak it out laud, but it wasn't about the courage - it was about his family. What good it would do if he suddenly announced that he liked men and that he wanted Vegeta from the first day he laid eyes on him? He would just shake his family, maybe loose some friends. And Vegeta…Vegeta probably would laugh himself to death.

 

Goku landed at Radditz's door. He knocked loudly, just in case Radditz and Raaven were 'busy'. But the door soon opened, revealing Radditz with a bottle of beer in one hand, Raaven's waist in the other.

 

“Hi,” Goku nodded, smiling at the display. He sniffed the air before entering. Raaven was still in heat, but the scent was not very strong, much stronger scent was that of sex. And he thought that Radditz looked like a happy man.

 

“Hi,” Raaven gave Goku an odd look then sniffed him again. “What you have been doing with Kamala?” he motioned Goku to the table.

 

Goku felt his cheeks blush. “Sparing.” He sat on the chair.

 

Raaven chuckled, grasping the beer bottle from Radditz's fingers and taking a swing. “Lucky bastard,” he winked at Goku.

 

Me or Kamala? Goku scratched his head. He shrugged off the comment as a joke. “I have some news,” he turned to Radditz who sat opposite him, pulling Raaven on his lap. Goku just hoped that his `brother' wasn't too drunk to understand what he had to say.

 

It was an hour later by the time he finished conveying the plan with all the tiny details. They needed someone to pilot the ship; Radditz would be a perfect choice.

 

“That's brilliant!” Raaven enthusiastically fisted Radditz's mane, making Radditz yelp. He let go of his mate. “Let's just hope that it will work properly.”

 

Goku shrugged. “We'll have to wait now. Nobody can tell if it really will work.”

 

They discussed it for some more time, then, when they all were a bit drunk (Radditz got too drunk), Raaven noticed Goku's new acquired appendage. “Whoa,” Raaven put his beer aside. “Fast, isn't it? Usually it takes more than a month to grow back…” he reached out to touch Goku's tail.

 

Radditz held Raaven's hand down. “Don't.”

 

Raaven rolled his eyes at his mate. “What, are you afraid that I might run away with your brother?”

 

Radditz grimaced at him, discontent. “To be afraid and to be jealous are two very different things.”

 

“Jealous...?” Raaven grinned at his mate, obviously very flattered by Radditz's admission.

 

Radditz just snorted, sipping his beer again. Sometimes Raaven could be unbelievable. No, most of the time. That's probably why the first time he clashed with Raaven in that pub he already knew he would not sleep until Raaven was his. He had already heard about Raaven before, who hadn't?! The Saiyan was some sort of celebrity…one should say notorious… Raaven had everything: high class, power, money and good looks. Raaven had plenty lovers and wanted more. There was no party, no orgy that Raaven wouldn't take part in.

 

He got into one of those parties. It was first time he saw what Elites were doing behind closed doors. Well, not that he didn't hear about it. He was allowed there only because his high post. Someone had invited him, now he didn't even remember who.

 

He immediately noticed him. Not Raaven but Kamala. Hell, who can not notice Kamala?! But Kamala didn't seem to be interested in any of his followers, and not in him, although he tried to make a pass. He was a bit annoyed when Kamala told him to piss off. He couldn't understand why Kamala was there then, because those parties had only one purpose anyway. Later he heard Kamala argue with his brother. At some point they started to shout at each other then Kamala left, slamming the door behind him.

 

Raaven wasn't in the best mood after that. He sat next to Raaven then. That wasn't easy - first he had to dispose of at least ten other volunteers to Raaven's bed. Oh, there were many volunteers - Raaven was said to be a very good lover, not a caring one, but if you wanted hard, quick and good - it was he. And what's more Raaven wasn't more ugly than his brother. Maybe Raaven didn't have the same big warm eyes or innocent looks as Kamala, but he had something Kamala didn't; mischievous and promising eyes, and sometimes one would be hard pressed to decide which ones were better.

 

So after he sat down next to Raaven, before managing to slosh half of the pub to increase his chances with Raaven, he tried to strike up a conversation like a usual courting should start. Well, that didn't go very well, after three sentences they began to argue about class, war and such. It seemed like Raaven would have a completely different opinion and position on everything. After several minutes more they were shouting at each other. His earlier wish to court Raaven quickly turned into an urge to make the other submit at any cost.

 

They got into fight. One didn't need to be genius to know who would win. Raaven beat him. Not too bad, though, the bastard probably had everything planed before starting the fight. After Raaven had him pinned to the floor, Raaven leaned to his ear. The bastard told him that he looked even hotter on the floor and asked if accidentally he wouldn't want to fuck. He couldn't refuse, could he? After all, that was why the fight had started in the first place.

 

Gods, Raaven confirmed his reputation and even more! Never before he felt so hard and so used. Raaven was aggressive, dominating, and cold but it was great sex.

 

In the morning, when he woke up in a shabby room, with Raaven warmly snuggled beside him, and when his brains finally began to work, he felt a bit weird. Something was there and something was missing, but he didn't know what. Not then.

 

After Raaven woke up they started to argue all over again. Then he simply couldn't take it anymore. He said: `Do you know that you just slept with that third-class you call scum?!' He smirked then at Raaven's stunned face, but to what Raaven said next nobody could have prepared him. Raaven smirked back and said: `Hmm…I should reconsider my views then… Third-class is a much better fuck than others…”

 

He would have killed Raaven then if only he could have. They fought then fucked again. Several times. All that time he felt that weirdness again, but he still couldn't figure it out.

 

They met several times after that - to argue and to fuck. He never considered Raaven more than that. Nobody considered - with Raaven it never lasted long, he got bored quickly. And, despite his growing obsession with Raaven, he never considered Raaven to be more than a convenient fuck, but his brains happened to have their own opinion. Everything changed one day. His obsession to fuck Raaven turned into something else. He saw Raaven with others. He didn't know what happened but then he just was gone for an hour. He beat the guy (who later appeared to be Elite) and dragged Raaven into some corner between the houses. He was so enraged than even didn't realize that Raaven was twice as strong as him and could have beaten him back if only he wanted.

 

He woke up early in the morning, on the street, in the same corner where he had pushed Raaven in a day before. He couldn't believe his eyes: Raaven was lying naked and curled up next to him, one his hand curled on his waist. Raaven was all bruised and there were some blood tracks there and there over his skin. Raaven's eyes opened then, observed his face and closed again. And then he knew what was that weirdness he had felt all the time earlier. He realized that Raaven wasn't what he seemed to be. Nobody understood that, nobody knew that Raaven didn't like the life he was leading, he hated it, and he hated all the fools who went with him into bed. Maybe at first Raaven was enjoying it, but with time the same fruit gets bitter. Then, that morning, when he saw Raaven gaze back at him, his eyes almost looking the same as his brother's, he knew that Raaven had been waiting for someone to drag him out of this shit. He had been waiting, longing, craving but he never asked for that, one couldn't ask such a thing. Raaven wanted usual stuff like most of them - stability, reliability, and love, something real. Raaven had everything except that. Raaven wanted to be someone's, to be cared about, to be loved, to be controlled. Raaven was a masochist.

 

Raaven cried then. And he wasn't sure what to do - they were lying somewhere on the dirt, their clothes shredded and bloodied, and there was Raaven crying on his chest. He told Raaven to wait till he would find something decent to wear; while his clothes were more or less acceptable, Raaven's were only shreds.

 

He couldn't find Raaven when he came back. While staring at that empty place and smelling Raaven's scent he suddenly felt afraid, he didn't want Raaven to think that he had left him like that, he wanted him to know that he did come back as he promised. He wanted to find Raaven, he didn't want to let go of him. And he found him, several weeks later, but he found him. It was weird at first - Raaven was confused and even shy near him! But later he knew that his decision to go after Raaven was the wisest choice he had ever made.

 

“Hey baby?” Raaven waved with his hand before his mate's nose. “Someone is knocking at the door. I'll let them in if you let go of me…”

 

“Never,” Radditz sipped his beer again, but then removed his hand from Raaven's waist.

 

“It's Bardock,” Goku gulped his beer down. He could feel his `father's' ki on the opposite side of the door. He saw the both Saiyans start. “You didn't tell him, did you?” Goku's brows rose in disbelief.

 

“There's nothing to tell, the whole city knows,” Radditz snorted. “He probably came to argue.”

 

“Now he can't change anything, anyway,” Raaven shrugged, on his way to the door.

 

After several seconds Raaven came back with Bardock. Raaven sat back at Radditz's side.

 

“Hello, son,” Bardock nodded.

 

Goku bit his tongue before he could have answered the greeting.

 

“Hi,” Radditz took a sip from his bottle, observing his father through the brown glass.

 

“I have been waiting for an invitation, but when I didn't get one…” Bardock sat up. “Can we talk?” He looked at Goku. “Alone?”

 

Radditz shrugged. “Don't worry, he's like a family member…” he put his bottle back on the table with a thud. “Invitation?” he demonstratively pulled Raaven closer to his body. “For what? To argue? I know what you think…”

 

“Then you don't know me at all,” Bardock calmly said. “Did you forget your mother?”

 

Radditz chewed on his lower lip then took his bear to take a sip again. “True, but I heard you clearly express your feelings on the matter.”

 

Bardock snorted. “I don't think you would have been running around and screaming that you don't mind the mix of classes. Ten years ago you both would have lost your heads for doing this,” Bardock stuck his index finger at the two Saiyans. He shook his head. “I didn't come to argue here, son. I was waiting for invitation to give a blessing for this mating.”

 

Raaven choke on his beer. He looked at Bardock, a stupefied expression on his face.

 

Bardock softly laughed at him. “I know you have been together for more than two years. You think I don't know what my sons are doing?” He shifted in his seat. “I admit that at first I really didn't think you were…well, let's say it was me who volunteered Radditz to that mission to Sarahan for five months…”

 

“Father!” Radditz exclaimed in disbelief.

 

Radditz shrugged. “I made a mistake, I agree. After your relationship persisted I was impressed.”

 

“I thought there was something fishy…” Raaven cursed loudly. “I tried to find out where the order came from with no luck.”

 

Bardock nodded. He sighed then leaned back in his chair. He looked at Raaven again. “Whatever made me do it, it was a mistake. As said I didn't want to argue today, I wanted to say…” Radditz stood up and extended his hand to Raaven. “Welcome to the family.”

 

Radditz watched his father hug Raaven. He smiled seeing that Raaven was a bit confused and shy being not very sure how to react to that. Raaven's father disowned him, but Bardock welcomed Raaven. Radditz knew his father meant what he said to Raaven. He was glad, he was glad that it appeared he had misjudged his father so badly, but he realized that they should take time to know each other anew. The problem was exactly what they didn't have - time. But that was a reason to plan a `family reunion' faster. There was no time to waste.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku caught Vegeta to his way to the prince's chambers.

 

“Vegeta, please, can we talk about that damn swimming pool?” Goku almost whined.

 

Vegeta considered the question. He sighed inwardly. He could be a self-obsessed bastard and listen to apologies and explanations while the other would squirm, but now, when he knew that Goku didn't mean those insults, he somehow didn't want that. The Saiyan respected him - he should respect him too, third class or Elite.

 

“Stop whining,” Vegeta halted on his way. “I know you were just incredibly imprudent and amazingly stupid to grab my tail and say what you did.” Vegeta suddenly felt the urge to smile, and he did, after Goku grinned widely. Gods, Goku could look like Vedeno sometimes!

 

“Gee, Vegeta,” Goku joyously exclaimed, “that's fantastic! And I was afraid that this would damage our relationship!” Goku happily clasped his hands. He would have hugged Vegeta, but presumed that Vegeta might be not like that very much. “I really, really didn't mean those things, any of it!” Goku quickly spilled. “I LIKE your tail - it's soft, it's long, puffy and I like how the fur shines in the sun!” Goku smiled at Vegeta. He got a bit confused when he saw Vegeta blush fiercely.

 

“Baka…” Vegeta grunted softly. Damn that Saiyan! First he almost drives him insane with rage then spouts such compliments! And obviously the moron didn't have any idea that he was courting him openly! Vegeta grunted again, puling himself together. “Well, your tail is nice too.” He almost choked not believing that he said that. What the hell was going on in his mind?! If someone would be listening to them now… Argh! The entire damn planet already believed that they were lovers anyway!

 

“Thanks,” Goku grinned at Vegeta. He decided that probably Vegeta was just hungry and that made the prince slightly jumpy. “I like it - it's so comfortable. It's like a friend I lost long time ago. It's so dexterous and nice to touch. The fur is still very soft and…”

 

“Are you trying to sell it to me?” Vegeta coughed, his face threatening to turn crimson.

 

“Huh?” Goku blinked. He then laughed after understanding that he had made an advertisement for his tail. “Nah, I'll keep it,” he smiled.

 

XXXXX

 

He gazed at Goku's dark window. Of course the Saiyan was sleeping already. The whole castle was sleeping, only he was awake. He felt a bit… Probably he shouldn't worry - it was because that war and currents, but he still was a bit confused.

 

Vegeta turned away from the window to his side and snuggled into the bedding and pillow.

 

He should have been angry or at least a little annoyed to find out that Goku was third-class. But he wasn't. Why? He wasn't sure about that. The class mainly represented power. If Goku was the most powerful of them all… well, that sort of erased all the meaning of class. The entire planet thought that Goku was Elite, so it didn't actually matter. Well, not to him obviously, because try as he might he couldn't find any anger or grudge in himself. Maybe a bit of disappointment. He liked Goku. And unbelievable but he liked the thought about Goku and the other him being friends in that other world. And that was a bit worrying to him, that feeling of closeness he felt for the other Saiyan. He could see that Goku liked him too, he was not blind after all, but the thing was that Goku liked everyone. But Goku liked everyone a bit differently than he liked him, Vegeta. It was even different from the way Goku liked Kamala. Kamala's just one appearance would throw Goku off balance. Nothing new, he had seen many Saiyans act near Kamala the way Goku did. Kamala's smile or a wink could turn the fiercest man into a jelly. The impact on Goku was just more visible; the Saiyan had no control over himself whatsoever. And because Goku would be all red, flushed and stammering, Goku found much easier to talk to him that to Kamala, and he could see that each time he would join the two, Goku felt relieved.

 

Vegeta dug into his pillow. From the last conversation he got the picture that Goku really was worried about their `relationship'. Relationship? What did that mean?

 

Goku was so similar to Kamala. Probably they would fit together nicely.

 

Vegeta felt growl rising up his throat. He didn't like the thought. But whom he was jealous about? Kamala or Goku? Both?

 

He really shouldn't think about a third-class so much…

 

XXXXX

 

The next several days were full of preparations and waiting: Goku was busy trying some new tricks with IT, and Vegeta was busy explaining everything to the right people. They kept it silent as much as they could just in case there would be a possibility for the enemy to know their plans.

 

They trained together, this time Goku being very carefully not to injure the prince, as they needed his full strength to fulfill the plan.

 

Neither of the two ever noticed Kamala's black eyes watching them, and probably if they had they wouldn't understand the strange expression in his eyes.

 

Two days left till they had to leave the surface of Vegetasei so, following the old Saiyan tradition, they gathered to please Spirits and Gods. It was a common tradition; before a battle or a big hunting the strongest member of a pack had to guide the others through the offering ceremony. It was considered a very serious ceremony and not pleasing the Gods and Spirits before the battle for some people brought panic.

 

Besides the pleasing of the Gods, Goku was hoping to please his stomach and was a bit disappointed when, after entering Vegeta's room, he saw only red wine and some weird cookies on the table. He hoped that at least cookies were not too bad. But it appeared that cookies were not cookies but dried meat cut in oval shape. Goku didn't feel hungry enough to try one of those.

 

Goku curiously watched Kamala light one thick white candle. Kamala put it in the middle of the table and stepped back, motioning for him to do the same. As he did as Kamala said, Vegeta stood up at the end of the table, filled four glasses with red wine. He circled the table, putting one glass in front of Goku, Kamala and Vedeno and him where they usually sat at the table. When Vegeta was in his place again, Goku followed Kamala and Vedeno who moved to take the glasses with wine.

 

“Death to our enemies, honor to our home,” Vegeta raised his glass to his lips to take a sip. Then Vegeta poured the rest of his wine into the fireplace. Despite Goku expected the fire to extinguish it didn't happen. He suspiciously eyed his wine and then realized that it was the same he had drank in Radditz's flat.

 

All of them repeated the toast, tasting the wine. Vegeta threw his cookie-meat into the fireplace, motioning for Goku to do the same.

 

After the main process was finished they drank a bit more of the wine, talking about the awaiting battle. Later Vedeno was sent to bed. Goku's eyes widened when, as soon as his little brother was gone, Vegeta pulled out a huge bottle of Drilla from his cupboard.

 

“Now then, the Gods are happy, let's please the spirits,” said the prince.

 

TBC