Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Hello, LadyKATT! It's not a nasty web. Don't know why you think so. No, I'm not plotting anything against anyone here. And the king is going to live, though, he got some good flogging.

 

 

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

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. I'm not getting any profit.

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

 

Part 14

 

On his way to the kitchen Goku stopped in his tracks and turned to the guard who was standing beside the door leading into the Meeting Hall. Goku looked at the guard more observantly. Interesting. Why had he never noticed him earlier? He saw that guard at these doors almost every day. How he could have missed that smell? This probably was the most appealing scent he had ever smelt. Not, cherry, not citrus, but ice cream with a strawberry on top.

 

Goku noticed the guard squirm under his attentive gaze. Goku looked at his face. A bit older than him probably, hard features, short spiky hair. Goku moved closer suddenly controlled by the urge to touch that hair.

 

“Goku,” Kamala called. He waited for Goku to turn around. “Come, the dinner is ready.” Kamala wasn't sure if Goku would comply, but the Saiyan did, moving closer to him, leaving the sweating guard in peace. Kamala smiled at the relieved guard and went after Goku who now was heading to the kitchen. Kamala shut the door behind them tightly.

 

Kamala sat opposite Goku. He smiled as Vedeno soon burst through the door. The kid quickly sat next to him and immediately dug into his food. Vedeno never had problems with his appetite.

 

“Gods, how everything pisses me off!” Vegeta swung the door open. He glanced over the kitchen gave a well deserved glare to Goku's back then sat down next to Kamala. Although Goku had apologized plenty times for that misunderstanding, when he thought that Vegeta had been threatening Kamala, Vegeta still wasn't exactly relenting or at least trying to pretend not to be. “Why the hell did you start eating here? You can eat in the Dining Room; my father doesn't use it anyway.”

 

Kamala shrugged at him. “I like company while I'm eating. Goku doesn't talk much while eating, but it's better than sitting alone. But you can go to the Dining Room if you want.”

 

Vegeta gave Kamala an odd look then motioned to Kamala's meal for Alarn to give him the same as Kamala was having.

 

“And I like to eat here too,” Vedeno supported his misuu. “That room is so enormous…”

 

“Whatever,” Vegeta waved off. He observed Goku who today seemed to be more silent than usual. Goku's tail was making strange knots behind him. The Saiyan even looked to be slightly confused and was squirming all the time. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Vegeta tried not to sound too much interested and dug into his food as soon as it was served.

 

Goku turned his head to Vegeta and blinked with his bright eyes not understanding what Vegeta was talking about.

 

“He's in heat,” Kamala shrugged, carefully twisting his spaghetti on the fork and trying not to splash himself. He shortly wondered how Vegeta didn't sense that, but soon forgot, as he was more interested in his spaghetti.

 

“Huh?” Goku's eyes widened. He audibly swallowed his food.

 

Kamala glared at his spaghetti then raised his head at Goku. “Gods, I thought you noticed. It's hard to miss; you know…” he cruelly stabbed his spaghetti again. “Didn't it ever appear strange to you that you started to sniff everyone around? That poor guard…” He grinned at his finally dead and unresisting spaghetti and, with the thought that he'd never eat such stupid food again, stuffed it into his mouth.

 

“Oooh…” Goku exhaled. He blinked, feeling his cheeks blush. “Err…” he scratched his head, finally realizing why these past two days he had been so agitated: he just wasn't able to walk past anyone not sniffing and it felt like there'd be butterflies in his lower stomach all the time, and actually he felt a great deal frustrated because of the lack of sex, which even made him a bit aggressive.

 

“It's still faint, but it will get stronger in a day or so,” Kamala finished fighting his spaghetti and contently pushed his plate away. His brow rose when he saw a strange expression on Goku's face. “What?” he looked again at Goku's fierce blush.

 

“Stronger?” Goku just muttered to himself, hiding his blush behind his huge orange mug and sipping his tea.

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes at confused Kamala. “It's his first heat, moron.”

 

“Oh,” Kamala blinked. “Oh, yes, I suppose. You didn't have your tail before…”

 

“I think we need to keep him locked up in case he jumps someone,” Vegeta muttered seriously, but at the same time winked to Kamala.

 

Kamala nodded, catching the game. “Yes, it's a serious thing, that first heat. Gods, I remember I almost jumped my dog… It was unbelievable…later the poor thing didn't even let me to come close to him for a whole year…”

 

Vedeno looked skeptically at his misuu with his brow raised. But he was perfectly able to recognize playfulness on his misuu's face. He decided to join in. “Better cut my damn tail off when I come of age…” he sighed heavily. He shook his head at pale Goku. “You have been lucky not to have had it…”

 

“Err…” Goku again audibly swallowed. “Stronger? How strong it can get?!” he panicked. “I ALREADY almost started to fondle that guard!”

 

“Oh, tough case…” Kamala shook his head seriously. “If it's so strong now…and it just started…I think we really have to lock you somewhere…” he laughed as Goku's face drained of color. “Don't worry, it will be stronger, but nothing to worry about. Just try to keep away from everyone and stop sniffing. And especially avoid those, who are in heat like you, like that guard for example. I'll send him home, if he gives you trouble with…hmm…” Kamala smiled, seeing Goku blush again, “hmm…controlling yourself.”

 

“Yes, and keep away from us too,” Vegeta snorted at Goku. “That your sniffing pisses me off!” he pointed at Goku's super active nose.

 

“Sorry,” Goku blushed, realizing that he didn't even notice he had been doing that again. “Damn, that's hard,” he complained.

 

“What's hard?!” Vegeta snarled at Goku.

 

Goku coughed. “N-No, I mean…” he painted crimson. Hell, Vegeta was a pervert!

 

“It's alright,” Kamala reassuringly smiled at Goku. “Calm down. He's just in a bad mood.”

 

Vegeta glared at Kamala but didn't say anything.

 

“Possibly that's why you killed your previous guard - he went into heat…” Goku murmured while looking at Vegeta.

 

Kamala startled, his eyes quickly fixed on Vegeta's face.

 

“No, I killed him because the idiot talked too much…” Vegeta answered in a chilling voice.

 

Goku didn't dare to say a word after that tone, not wanting to set the prince off.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala silently followed Vegeta to the prince's chambers. Kamala had sent Vedeno to play with his bodyguard; the guy finally managed to get the kid on his side. Kamala didn't like when Vegeta was in one of these his moods. They scared him - Vegeta could hardly keep control over himself. There usually was no explanation as to why Vegeta would be in such a bad mood; it was something Vegeta would wake up with in the morning.

 

Kamala silently nestled in an armchair opposite Vegeta who was fishing in the cupboard for the wine bottle. Vegeta tended to drink while in that mood. He didn't protest when Vegeta finally found the bottle and poured two full glasses: one for himself and one for him.

 

“Want to spar?” Vegeta asked after they both finished their glasses.

 

“No,” Kamala shook his head. He was glad that Vegeta didn't make him drink more. Usually he didn't mind, but today he himself wasn't in the mood for that. “I think I'll just go for a walk somewhere,” he stood up after Vegeta's long steady gaze.

 

“Sit,” Vegeta growled.

 

Kamala obediently sat back down into his chair. It was better not to argue with Vegeta in this mood of his.

 

“Are you afraid of me?” Vegeta asked.

 

“N…Yes,” Kamala lowered his eyes to the table. He felt his breathing hitch when Vegeta stood up and went closer to him.

 

“Why?”

 

Kamala groaned inwardly. And why'd that stupid incident at the lake have to happen? Everything was fine till that! “Because…because you're angry.”

 

“So what?” Vegeta snarled at him. “Do you think I'm going to take my anger out on you? Kamala, I told you once, and I'm telling again: I'd never hurt you.”

 

“Vegeta,” Kamala raised his head, “sometimes you don't even know what you're doing while in fury. You just want to kill someone.”

 

“But not you! You are my…”

 

“…Mate?” Kamala finished for Vegeta. “I'm not, Vegeta. I never was. And you have to sort it out. It can't last any longer. You are confused, but now you are starting to confuse me.”

 

“Confused?” Vegeta repeated, filling his glass again.

 

Kamala sighed then looked at Vegeta. “I don't know how to act anymore; everything I do just pisses you off. You expect me to act like your mate. I can't, I'm not yours. You think I don't know why you had freaked out so much then at the lake? The care for your father's reputation has little to do with that…

 

“At first it was just a slight push to one side or other, but now that your possessiveness is scaring me. I'm afraid even to talk to someone. You're turning into your father, Vegeta. You want to control me. We are friends, but it's going too far. Please, understand…”

 

Vegeta sat silently for a while, sipping his wine from time to time. “Everything you said is true, but I'm no danger for you,” he heavily sighed finally. “So what do you want me to do? Mate someone? I can't. I'm not attached to anyone. Sort this out? How? If only I could just shut myself off, I'd do that, but I can't. Each time I feel someone threaten us… I just get mad.”

 

Kamala rubbed his temples. Vegeta wasn't suggesting any compromise. “You'll have to trust someone again. That bodyguard, WAS an idiot, just forget him. You weren't experienced back then; it would be different now. I'm going to leave, Vegeta. If this war ends one day, if we are still alive and if my son is big enough to take care of himself, I'll just get the hell out of here and never come back. What are you going to do then?”

 

Vegeta's eyes narrowed at Kamala. “I won't ever let you to leave.”

 

Kamala's startled eyes rose to meet Vegeta's hard ones. “B-But…”

 

“Never.”

 

XXXXXX

 

That happening with Vegeta's bodyguard was puzzling him. Each time he'd mention it, Vegeta would go crazy. Why? What did that bodyguard do for Vegeta to remember him with so much fury for so long?

 

Goku stared at the white ceiling for some time then turned to his side, making the bed squeak. But Kamala knew all the whys and wherefores. He remembered seeing fear in Kamala's eyes after he mentioned that bodyguard. Kamala knew not to mention him. But it was hardly a chance that Kamala would tell him about an incident between Vegeta and his bodyguard. Kamala was as protective over Vegeta as Vegeta was over him, only that it didn't show so openly. Kamala would kill for Vegeta. It was still not clear for him that relationship between Vegeta and Kamala, but it was dangerous to interfere between the two.

 

Goku turned to his other side and sighed. That stupid heat was killing him: his tail was trashing all the time, he found it hard to concentrate and sometimes he would get such strong sexual cravings that he'd be deadly scared if only he didn't feel so turned on. He masturbated a lot, seven or eight times this day, four yesterday. It was getting worse as Kamala had said. As the evening drew near he felt more and more agitated. It had never happened before, but now he just wanted someone to fuck him, and the more and the harder, the better. He wanted to get rid of that strange fuzzy feeling in his lower stomach and backside, which made him crave for sex so much. It hardly helped to get his satisfaction the old way; he wanted someone inside him. It was fucking annoying and embarrassing.

 

Goku groaned in defeat, crushing his pillow under him. And he had thought that having his tail back would be fun! Yeah, whatever… But if he had a constant partner, it wouldn't be such a nuisance. It probably would even be fun, but now it was simply annoying. He couldn't go anywhere because of his stupid heat. Earlier he had been helping the newly arrived people to settle in: he helped to repair their houses, he helped them to hunt, helped to plant their gardens, even baby-sat while the parents had to attend to some important meeting or business. Now he couldn't even go swimming, couldn't train, couldn't do anything. He just wanted to fuck everyone around or let everyone fuck him, it didn't matter actually; he probably would have preferred the latter option. Even then while sitting in the kitchen he felt like he'd had rabies: he just hadn't been able to sit still. His fuzzy mind had already been seeing Vegeta naked while the unsuspecting prince was chewing on his bread. He somehow hadn't been seeing Kamala naked, but it was not much better - he had been thinking how it would be if he did.

 

That wasn't fun. He doubted if Vegeta would be happy to know that he was making porn movies in his head with him as the special guest star.

 

And what's with that kiss? Did Vegeta forget about that? No, Vegeta never forgot anything.

 

XXXXXX

 

Vegeta wasn't sure why he woke up. He silently lay in his bed while listening to the night silence. No it wasn't completely silent after all; someone was crying. Kamala. Vegeta groaned inwardly. He shouldn't have said what he had said to Kamala this evening. He was just messed up and angry. True, he was going to try to keep Kamala at his side at all costs, but he wasn't going to force him. He just hadn't been thinking when he said that `never'. Those tantrums were preventing him from thinking. As the words left his mouth he realized what he was saying but he didn't have time to smooth over things, as the other Saiyan ran away through the door with a look of horror on his face.

 

“Shh…” Vegeta sat on Kamala's bed; Kamala moved into his chambers several days ago. He gently brushed over Kamala's long hair. “Please, don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. It's…”

 

“Why are you doing this to me?” Kamala sobbed out into his pillow, his whole body shaking. “What did I ever do to you?”

 

Vegeta leaned closer to Kamala, his lowered head touching Kamala's back. He felt Kamala's soft hair tickling his face. “You won my heart, Kamala. I don't want to lose you,” he whispered, pressing himself to the other Saiyan. “You didn't let me finish then. Those were empty words, Kamala. You know, I'm thrown out of balance while in these moods. I don't want you to leave, but I won't force you to stay. I just hope you love me at least a bit to stay with me. But you are free to go even now. My father won't hunt you, if he only tried…” Vegeta's voice rose and hardened. “But I want you to stay, I need you,” he whispered again. He felt his heart beginning to beat faster. He let go of Kamala. “Mate with me, Kamala.” Finally he said that. His heart was pounding madly, threatening to burst out of his chest.

 

“V-Vegeta…” Kamala gasped. He turned around to stare at the prince in the darkness.

 

“I thought about what you said this evening. It really can't last any longer. We are similar, Kamala. I like you, you like me - it's simple. It would solve all of our problems.” Vegeta leaned to Kamala's face, his lips touching Kamala's.

 

Kamala pulled down Vegeta by his shoulders. “B-But we don't love each other…”

 

“It will come…” Vegeta pressed his mouth to Kamala's, his tongue slipping into Kamala's mouth.

 

It felt strange. It wasn't how he had imagined. It was pleasant, the kiss, familiar somehow, safe even, but not how he had imagined. Vegeta pressed Kamala into the bed under him, ran his hand over Kamala's side. Kamala was answering his kiss. He could tell that Kamala was much better at it than him. He wondered if Kamala would agree to teach him, but then decided probably not. Vegeta turned Kamala's head to the side, deepening the kiss. He entangled his fingers into Kamala's soft hair.

 

They parted for air, saliva dragging from their lips. They both knew it would never happen again.

 

“Still think it's a good idea?” Kamala sighed.

 

“No…” Vegeta sighed too. He smiled then wiped saliva from Kamala's lips with his hand. “But it was worth it to try, you think?” he brushed Kamala's tears with his other hand away.

 

Kamala smiled back at Vegeta. “I suppose,” he shrugged. “It seems that stupid bond is too messed up. It's like we are…” he thought a moment.

 

“…Brothers?” Vegeta suggested, sliding off Kamala to nestle beside him.

 

“Yeah, probably,” Kamala agreed. “I think it's a strange mix between a mating bond and relatives bond…” He frowned then. “Damn, you're a bad kisser,” he couldn't help commenting.

 

Vegeta laughed silently. “I know.”

 

“Somebody has to teach you…” Kamala shook his head. “Consider Goku.”

 

“Gods,” Vegeta groaned. “Stop that. I'm not even interested in him. It would be even worse than kissing with you...”

 

Kamala grinned to the darkness then turned to Vegeta. “Then you don't mind if I went after him?”

 

Vegeta frowned. He didn't like the thought. He considered it several seconds. “Well, if that's what you want…”

 

“I'm not sure yet,” Kamala hid his face into the pillow.

 

“Better be sure, because I'm not intending to guard your ass all the time,” Vegeta smiled into Kamala's hair.

 

“First I have to get that thought of his woman out of his head,” Kamala muffly answered, still hiding his face in the pillow. “It's going to be a damn hard job; the moron considers her almost a mate…”

 

“I don't think it would be a problem for you. Just ask your brother; he should know everything about these tricks. If he managed to get to Radditz… Never mind that Radditz is only third-class, I'd have never thought that…”

 

“Vegeta, you don't know my brother…” Kamala sighed. “Radditz got to know him, that's why they mated.”

 

Vegeta thought a moment while playing with Kamala's hair. “Oh, but Goku is a third-class too. I forgot to mention that. So I'm not sure if you should start something…” he let Kamala's hair strand drop from his fingers back on Kamala's shoulder, after he heard Kamala laugh softly.

 

“I know that,” Kamala chuckled. “Give me some credit!” He shifted so that now he was lying on his back next to Vegeta. “I don't care. He's stronger that both of us put together, so that doesn't have any meaning.”

 

“Well…probably…” Vegeta agreed, shrugging. “Not anymore…” He thought. “That will be easy while he's in heat…”

 

“We'll see,” Kamala smiled. He frowned then turned to Vegeta. “Gods, how you scared me today, then, when we talked…”

 

“I'm sorry,” Vegeta brushed over Kamala's cheek. “You just didn't let me finish…” he pressed his lips to Kamala's cheek. “I'm sorry.”

 

XXXXX

 

Goku twisted in his sheets as the sun began to shine through the window and into his face. He stretched his arms over his head, yawned then purred loudly. And then frowned feeling stickiness between his thighs. Again. Those wet dreams were becoming as annoying as this whole ordeal with that damn heat. It was four days now he was in heat and each day he'd wake up like that. First two days he brought his sheets to the laundry, but after he got several queer looks and whistles he decided not to bother.

 

And he was avoiding Vegeta. Hell, after those dreams he had about the prince all the time, he couldn't look Vegeta in the eye. He'd start blushing as soon as saw the prince. For a change he didn't blush while around Kamala, but started to do that near Vegeta. He could see that that was confusing Vegeta: the prince would raise his finely shaped brow at him questioningly and stare back at him, till he was not only blushing, but almost boiling in his own juice. Well, Vegeta's brow could question him as much as it liked, he wasn't going to tell Vegeta what thoughts were bathing in his head while being near him.

 

He didn't dream of Kamala anymore…well, sometimes. He couldn't deny that the other Saiyan was attractive beyond words and that he liked Kamala, but he always had liked Vegeta more. He always had been fascinated by the prince: the way he talked, the way he looked, the way he acted, the way he pretended not to care about anything in the world.

 

The way Vegeta acted usually had been pissing him off while on Earth. Not everything but most of it. And here, in this dimension, he was mostly fascinated by the way Vegeta acted - he had never seen this Vegeta's side so clearly. He didn't believe that this Vegeta was different, he just thought that that Vegeta at home was much better at masking his side: Vegeta loved Trunks, loved Bulma - maybe not that special love but loved -, and Vegeta took care of his sons, Gohan and Goten, while he stupidly chose to remain dead for seven entire years. Hell, after he came back, Goten and Gohan acknowledged Vegeta more as their father than him. He didn't know how Vegeta managed that: from what he had seen, Vegeta never liked children, he interacted with them just like adults, gave them no excuses and cursed a lot, he didn't shout, but cursed or growled at them. But it worked. Gohan, even though he already was an adult and ready to have a family of his own, respected and loved Vegeta. He'd come over to Capsule Corp. from time to time, simply for a spar or a chat with Vegeta. And even if Vegeta acted like he wouldn't have time for such foolish things like small talk or tried to look annoyed, he could see that Vegeta was content to see Gohan, glad even.

 

He didn't like that. He would feel jealous then. Gohan seemed to have more respect and feelings for Vegeta than for his true father. He knew that he had made a mistake then, staying dead, a huge mistake, and that it was he himself, who was the one to blame for that, but that didn't help much. He felt hurt. And even when Gohan would visit him more often than Vegeta or join him with Goten to watch sunsets, he felt he failed as a father. He enjoyed those moments with his sons, true, but it hurt too, hurt very much.

 

That's why after he came back he spent his all time with Goten; he didn't want it to happen the same, as with Gohan, he wanted to fix that mistake. He had apologized to Gohan plenty times, talked to him, and although he could see that Gohan understood and forgave him, it hadn't changed much. Gohan was an adult now. Maybe all that guilt and hurt was simply because Gohan was a grown-up man now and he didn't need parental guiding, at least not to such extents. There, in the after-world, he somehow missed the fact that children grow up. He still had been expecting to see Gohan as a small boy. He thought he would talk to Gohan, apologize, explain that his daddy was an idiot to leave the son he loved so much and that would be it. And when he came back…it was a cold shower. It appeared that Gohan didn't need a father anymore, and, what's more, it appeared that before stupidly dying he had left Chichi pregnant. He had another son. That was good, very good. He liked and wanted plenty of kids. But the problem was that he wanted to watch them grow and spend time with them. Goten was seven years old when he first time saw him. He remembered how Goten looked at him first time - shyly. Like at some stranger. Of course the boy knew he was his father - the kid was his copy after all - but Goten didn't know him; he WAS a stranger for Goten. And that hurt. That had shocked him and hurt. A whole week after that he hadn't been able to sleep. Guilt was eating him alive.

 

Ironic, but Vegeta was a much better father than him. Vegeta might have never played with Trunks, never went fishing with him, but he never left his son for seven years; and Trunks never came to spar with him or have a chit-chat as Gohan would go to Vegeta. Vegeta beat him after all. Maybe it was a battle Vegeta had no idea about, never cared about, but, oh, he was the winner. And it hurt much more than Vegeta could ever beat him on the battleground; it was a loss that had cost him his family and happiness. No blood, no shattered bones, but a bleeding heart.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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