Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Goku has many things to think about and decide. No wonder that he's a bit crazed.

 

Deep Circle by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com) (beta-read by achillona)

 

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

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

 

Part 13

 

He hadn't seen either of them for three days now. True, he had been busy, but it wasn't that; Kamala and Goku didn't want to see him. Even Vedeno was jumpy around him. The poor kid didn't know how to act; it was probably the biggest argument Kamala and he'd had in all those five years.

 

He felt hurt - he thought Kamala trusted him more than that. Apparently he was mistaken. But it was his fault too - he scared Kamala then, on the shore, and while in fear Kamala always assumed the worst. He simply was angry then - those two Naydirs were going to gossip all around the city that the king's mate had been splashing around with naked Goku. They didn't need that. Whoever his father was and how many lovers he had, they didn't need this news to circulate in everyone's head. The king had to be seen as strong and leading. The king, whose mate was running half naked around with another naked Saiyan, was a weak king.

 

Vegeta wanted to talk to Kamala, but his pride didn't allow him. He felt hurt that Kamala thought that about him, and although he was burning to reassure Kamala that he was no threat to Kamala he just couldn't force himself to go to Kamala's room.

 

And Goku? He had no idea what the moron had been talking about. He had never raised his hand against Kamala, well, except that slapping. Maybe that's what Goku had in mind? If that was the case, then Goku was an idiot. He'd never hurt Kamala, what's more - he would kill anyone who tried.

 

“Hey,” Zarbon halted in the corridor to look at the prince who was leaning at the windowsill and looking like he'd been completely lost. “What the hell happened to you?”

 

Vegeta just motioned for him to go away.

 

“Bad day?” Zarbon went closer.

 

`And what the hell do YOU know?,' Vegeta wanted to ask. Zarbon was just happily mated and if not this damn war, he'd be thinking only about producing offspring, which is what he probably was thinking about, anyway.

 

“Is it about Kamala?” Zarbon finally asked, as Vegeta didn't answer him.

 

“How…?” Vegeta turned around.

 

Zarbon rolled his eyes. “Well, he's worse than you, I can tell. Whatever row you both had… But was it really necessary to beat him?”

 

Again. Vegeta ground his teeth. “I have never touched him. Where the fuck did you all get that idea?!”

 

Zarbon looked at him in surprise. “But someone surely did. I just thought… I caught a glimpse when he went to the kitchen this morning. Believe me, whoever beat him… It's really nasty…” Zarbon looked at Vegeta's back as the prince shot past him. Zarbon tugged at his green braid then sighed and turned to go to his mate's room.

 

Vegeta knocked on Kamala's door. He wanted to know what the hell was going on and if Zarbon was right. On the opposite side of the door Vegeta heard Kamala tell Vedeno to leave. After a second the door opened and Vedeno pushed past him. His brother even didn't look at him.

 

Vegeta entered the room. The first thing he noticed it was that it was very dark in the room. Why is it so dark? Usually Kamala prefers the curtains and windows wide open. Vegeta blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the dimness. He turned then towards the dark corner where Kamala was standing. “Kamala?” he extended his hand to open the curtains near Kamala. Kamala recoiled from his hand like from a snake. That confused Vegeta. He went closer to Kamala.

 

“Y-Yes?”

 

Vegeta's brows furrowed. He reached out for Kamala's chin. He felt Kamala startle at his touch. Kamala had never reacted to him like this before, only in the very beginning.

 

“I haven't seen him,” Kamala quickly muttered, not breathing.

 

“Whom?” Vegeta went to the window still holding Kamala.

 

“Goku.”

 

Vegeta felt his anger skyrocket as he saw Kamala's face. Zarbon was telling the truth - somebody did beat Kamala, and there were not many persons who were able to do that. “Who did this to you?”

 

Kamala gazed back at Vegeta, his eyes slowly filling with hate. “You. I haven't seen him since Friday, so you can go away,” his eyes became expressionless again.

 

Vegeta just stared at Kamala not understanding what he was talking about. “Kamala, I didn't touch you, what you are talking about?”

 

Kamala's hands dropped at his sides in defeat. He closed his eyes, slightly shivering. “No, you didn't. It was…” he frantically thought, “…someone at the lake. A big group…” he suddenly felt panicky when Vegeta's grip on him tightened.

 

“Who are they, Kamala?” Vegeta shook the other Saiyan by his shoulders.

 

“I…I don't know…” Kamala was scared. He told Vegeta everything he wanted to hear: he hadn't seen Goku after that and he didn't tell anyone that Vegeta beat him. What? Vegeta wanted more?! What did Vegeta want from him? Sex? Did Vegeta want sex? Or maybe just beat him again? “I don't remember…”

 

“How can you not remember?!” Vegeta shouted in fury.

 

Kamala flinched in fear. “What do you want me to say?” he swallowed. “Some particular names?”

 

“It would be good for a start!” Vegeta snorted at him.

 

“Which ones?” Kamala carefully tried to pry his hand from Vegeta's grip but ended up only in a more painful grip. His `friend' was going to kill him, and he couldn't do a thing.

 

“I don't know,” Vegeta growled, losing his patience. “Which ones do you remember?”

 

Kamala backed away, but ended up only dragging Vegeta with him. Which could he remember? Any names? But Vegeta just declared he was going to give him the names to mention… “I don't understand,” Kamala's breath held and he tensed at Vegeta's hand on his shoulder.

 

“What don't you understand?! I want the names of the idiots who did this to you!” Vegeta's anger then turned into confusion when Kamala just squirmed under his hand. What the hell was wrong here? “Did they threaten you, if you tell their names?”

 

“I…” Kamala wasn't sure. “I don't know… Did they?”

 

Vegeta's brows furrowed in confusion. “You don't remember?”

 

“I'll remember everything you say,” Kamala assured him.

 

“Wha..?” Vegeta shook his head. “Kamala, who beat you?” Vegeta felt horror rise up his throat beginning to realize what was happening. Kamala was just squirming under his gaze, looking completely lost after his last question. Kamala really believed he beat him. His fucking father beat Kamala. Kamala mistook his father for him. After he fucking threatened Kamala at the lake, Kamala mistook the king for him. If there wasn't enough light…and their scents were almost the same. Kamala was scared and he simply wasn't able to distinguish between the two. “Kamala, I didn't touch you. It was my father. When he did he do that?” Vegeta was straining to stay calm while Kamala's eyes didn't lose the hate they were filled with.

 

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” Kamala pushed Vegeta away, using all his strength. “First some group, stupid names, now your father? Make up your mind! Or maybe they all have been together?!” Kamala hysterically shouted.

 

“Kamala, please… Calm down,” Vegeta tried to touch Kamala's shoulder, but his hand stopped on its way when Kamala fearfully jumped away from him. “Listen to me: I didn't ever touch you. I was just annoyed then at the lake. It was just an empty threat. And I didn't beat you later. I swear.”

 

“What you can swear with, Prince?” Kamala spat at him. “With your mask? With that so-called pride, honor?! Why all the games? Why have you played so long? Are as you sick as your father? Did you enjoy yourself? Still want to play? What now, another sad story? Who raped you this time? Cooler? Maybe Goku?”

 

Kamala fell on his side as Vegeta backhanded him in the face.

 

“Stop that…” Vegeta pressed his head onto Kamala's chest. “Please stop that…”

 

Kamala, stupefied, gazed at the sobbing Saiyan who had buried himself in his chest. Kamala laid his head back on the floor to stare at the white ceiling. Fear and anger were leaving him, allowing him to consider Vegeta's words. Still not trusting himself Kamala raised his hand to brush over Vegeta's hair. “It wasn't you?”

 

“Kamala, please…”Vegeta sobbed out, embracing Kamala, pressing their bodies together in desperation. He couldn't understand how Kamala could think that about him. Kamala meant so much to him! How could Kamala think that he had been lying then? How could Kamala not see what that event did to him? Didn't Kamala understand that because of Frieza he couldn't get close to anyone? Didn't Kamala know that despite that fear of closeness his instincts were screaming at him? Didn't Kamala know what that click in their heads meant, then, when Kamala was pressing just born Vedeno to his chest? Didn't Kamala know that he subconsciously considered Kamala a mate? Didn't Kamala know that his stupid instincts made him chose someone to take care of, someone to have, to posses, and Kamala needed to be taken care of, to be kept, to be possessed? He simply needed someone. He already was way past age when a male starts thinking about mating and cubs. And even if he in reality didn't see Kamala as his mate, his stupid instincts and subconscious did.

 

“Oh, Vegeta…” Kamala sighed, stroking Vegeta's back. “Why does everything have to be so hard?”

 

“Because it's life, Kamala. It's always hard,” Vegeta sighed, finally gaining some control over his tears.

 

“I'm sorry I said those things…” Kamala whispered. “I'm really sorry.”

 

“I know,” Vegeta soothingly brushed over Kamala's chest with his hand. “I shouldn't have shouted at you then, at the lake…”

 

“Well, you really had been right - that picnic was the stupidest idea ever,” Kamala gave a faint smile to Vegeta.

 

“No, the idea was good, only the Naydirs fucked up everything…” Vegeta chuckled. “We should go again some day…I like to see you smile.”

 

Kamala sighed. With his hand he pressed Vegeta's head to his chest. “I'm so sorry.”

 

“Shush, it's alright,” Vegeta shushed him with his tail. “Now tell me, when did he come to you?”

 

“Vegeta…” Kamala closed his eyes. “It's not worth it. It would just cause more turmoil.”

 

“I don't care. I told him what was going to happen if he touched you.”

 

“You need a mate, Vegeta,” Kamala sighed, brushing over Vegeta's thick hair strands, “someone real to take care of. Consider Goku. He would be a good choice.”

 

Vegeta laughed. “You are fast. Goku, you say? He's only temporary here. He'll go back to his mate and sons…”

 

“Mate?” Kamala snorted, tugging at Vegeta's hair. “He doesn't have a mate. He has a wife, some alien woman he chose to reproduce with.”

 

“Oh,” Vegeta blinked. “I thought he was mated…”

 

“You thought? What you thought more?” Kamala chuckled at him. “Hell, in these things you are like a newborn baby… You want him - take him, he's free to use.”

 

Vegeta blushed at the comment. He crunched his nose. “If you like him so much, take him yourself, I'd like to see you in game…”

 

“Oh, can I...?” Kamala joyously exclaimed, rolling his eyes. He laughed then silently. “Maybe I will, maybe I will…”

 

XXXXX

 

Goku stopped in his tracks midway to the kitchen as he saw Kamala coming from the other hall. Goku felt an angry growl rise in his throat. He quickly advanced to Kamala. “Kamala,” Goku caught up with the Saiyan.

 

Kamala started as he didn't see Goku approaching. He turned around to face Goku. “Oh, hi,” he nodded. He winced and just at the last second held his fist at his side as Goku grabbed him by his chin. Why the hell does everyone want to poke him?!

 

Goku turned Kamala's face to the side, to the light. “Jesus Christ…” Goku exhaled. He then let go of Kamala's chin. Goku's brows turned into `w' shape. “It was Vegeta, wasn't it?!” he hissed. “I'll fucking…”

 

Kamala grabbed Goku by his forearm as he turned into the hall, obviously to start to search for Vegeta. “No, it wasn't Vegeta.” Kamala was relieved to see Goku stay in place.

 

“Who then?” Goku turned back to Kamala.

 

“Doesn't matter,” Kamala shook his head. “I…”

 

“Was it the king?” Goku hissed, cutting Kamala off. “Tell me, Kamala, if he gives you only trouble…”

 

“Goku, stop that!” Before Goku could have gone to look for the king, Kamala angrily yanked Goku back to him. “I don't need your help.”

 

“Yes, I see,” Goku motioned to Kamala's face. “Then why do you look like this?!”

 

“It's not your business, Goku,” Kamala shook his head, “don't interfere.”

 

“You need help,” Goku protested, “and want you or not I'm going to help you.”

 

“No, you're not going!” Kamala's voice took higher notes.

 

“Where's that son of a bitch?” Goku's eyes narrowed at Kamala.

 

Kamala just rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Enough, Vegeta is already in his chambers. I don't need him and you rampaging around…”

 

Goku frowned at Kamala. Vegeta was taking care of this? Interesting. Vegeta really cared about Kamala if he got into an argument with or even a fight with his father over Kamala…

 

“Alright,” Goku gave in, “I'll leave this for Vegeta to solve. But I heard that Vegeta himself can't keep his hands in control…”

 

Kamala looked to be confused. “Huh?”

 

“Then, at the lake, you let slip that it wasn't the first time that Vegeta beat you…” Goku explained.

 

Kamala stared at Goku, trying to remember when he said such thing. “Oh,” he said finally. “No, I hadn't been talking about Vegeta, it was not about him. Vegeta never touched me.”

 

“The king…” Goku hissed, realizing. “Why the hell do you live here, Kamala?!”

 

Kamala snorted angered by the question. “And what should I do? Leave my son here? I can't take him anywhere; we'll be hunted down in seconds. As long as Vegeta keeps his sick father away, I'll stay with my son!”

 

Goku could see that this was a very painful spot for Kamala. Kamala hated the castle, but had to stay here because of his son. “Why is Vegeta interfering? His father is your mate technically…” That question was just nagging Goku.

 

“I'm not his fucking mate!” Kamala almost screamed, balling his fists. “I never agreed with that fucking mating in first place! And I will never be or behave like his mate!”

 

“You didn't answer my question,” Goku commented. He already had figured earlier as much as Kamala said. One had to be blind not to see murder in Kamala's eyes when he met or spoke to the king. It might have happened after the mating, all that hate, but he doubted that - Kamala didn't hate without a good reason, and the most logical reason was forcing him into the mating.

 

Goku jumped back as Kamala tried to hit him. Goku cursed - he drove Kamala out of balance. The topic hurt and angered him too much. “Shh…” Goku easily caught Kamala by his wrist. He embraced Kamala, pressing him to his chest. “Calm down, I'm not blaming you with anything. I understand. I'm just angry that these things can be happening…” Goku stroked Kamala's long hair. “It's alright.” Goku felt sadness and tears overcome him when Kamala began to sob in his chest.

 

“Kamala…”

 

Goku and Kamala jumped at Vegeta's voice. They turned to see the prince standing in the doorway. The prince's clothes were torn in some places, and he looked tired and spent.

 

“…You and Vedeno are going to sleep in my chambers from now on.”

 

“But…” Kamala wanted to protest but Vegeta already was gone, not caring to listen if Kamala agreed or not. Kamala sighed. He felt relieved actually: he felt safe with Vegeta. All the times he had slept in Vegeta's room he finally could sleep normally, without fearing the doors opening and a shadow sneaking into his room.

 

“You like the idea,” Goku stated after searching Kamala's face.

 

Kamala nodded. He put his head back on Goku's chest. “If there's someone who can save me from this hell, it can be only Vegeta,” he exhaled heavily.

 

“Why doesn't Vegeta contest his father?” Goku asked. “If the power was his, he could forbid him even to be near you.”

 

“Vegeta doesn't want power. Not that kind of power,” Kamala corrected himself after Goku gasped in shock. “This power comes with bureaucracy, endless paperwork and endless meetings. If not for the war, he'd contest his father, but now it would only create turmoil. We already are in a bad position - it would cause only more panic and mess.”

 

Goku sighed. He stroked Kamala's hair, not yet wanting to let go of the Saiyan. He sympathized with Kamala very much; he could only imagine what dreadful moments in his life Kamala had experienced. He hoped and wanted to be sure that it would never happen again.

 

It felt good to hold Kamala like that. Kamala was warm and somehow pleasant to hold. He had a nice scent; being so close to Kamala he could feel that sweet scent much clearer. It was a little funny but Kamala's scent reminded him of cherries. His scent was much sweeter than that of Vegeta's, which Goku associated a citrus fruit, lemon probably.

 

Goku brushed through Kamala's thick and spiky hair. Soft. Like all Saiyan hair it looked like it would be made of really strong and unbendable stuff, but in reality it was very soft and smooth. Goku dipped his head into Kamala's hair: Kamala had taken a shower recently - Kamala's scent there was mixing with the smell of shampoo with some for him unknown herbs. Goku inhaled deeper to try to distinguish the herbs, but now only Kamala's sweet-cherry scent became clearer. He liked that sweet scent, it reminded him of home: they had a cherry-tree growing near their house. He planted that tree after Gohan was born. Goku inhaled deeper, feeling his senses filling with the scent and making him a bit dizzy.

 

Goku looked at Kamala as he felt Kamala press his palms at his chest, pushing slightly. Then, regretfully, Kamala freed himself from his arms.

 

“Vedeno should have finished his lessons. I'd better go check how he's doing,” Kamala hurriedly turned to go, but not before Goku noticed a burning blush on Kamala's cheeks.

 

Goku fiercely blushed himself after he noticed and understood why Kamala was blushing and ran away so fast. Goku stood there until he got some control over his body, he then looked in the direction Kamala had gone and went the opposite way. He had to keep farther away from Kamala and surely stop hugging the younger Saiyan.

 

XXXXX

 

The situation on the planet didn't change much: after the lizards came back with more ships, Vegetasei again was cut off from the outside world. This time, the Ice-jins kept their distance not risking the same incident happening again. After Goku and Vegeta tried to repeat their previous rampage, it appeared that because of the distance the Ice-jins kept, Goku wasn't able to feel any kis anymore outside the protective shield. And they didn't want to risk crossing the planets protective shields, because the enemy's guns would be able to reach them. It meant, that unless the lizards went mad and decided to land on Vegetasei on their own or someone REALLY powerful joined them in their spaceships, Goku and Vegeta wouldn't be able to do anything useful.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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