Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Hello, LadyKATT! Yep, some things we understand too late. We are only flesh and blood after all, and so is Goku (considering that he exists at all ;) Yeah, Goku is gonna remember this heat for a long time…

 

 

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

 

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

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

 

Part 15

 

Goku lay on the grass, leaning on his elbow. Today they had been too lazy to fly anywhere, so they simply stayed in the yard. It was a very beautiful day as almost all the days on Vegetasei; most of the time here was sunny and warm, hot even. He liked that, usually on Earth he felt cold even during summer. Vegeta explained to him once that it was because their body temperature was higher than humans'.

 

Goku sighed. Again. Again, he remembered something that Vegeta had never said. He had never talked with Vegeta about that matter, so how and why had he remembered that?

 

Goku brushed over the grass. He watched this Vegeta demonstrating to Kamala a very complex chain of moves. Goku smiled as Kamala only blinked after the prince finished, scratched his head and asked to show once again, only slower. Goku was sitting far away from them. He didn't want to risk bringing shame upon his head: he still was in heat, actually in the very peak. To tell the truth he didn't want to come with them to the yard, but Kamala insisted during the breakfast. Kamala said that it was stupid to avoid everyone to such an extent. Goku didn't exactly agree with Kamala, he thought that it was wise. He suspected that while inviting, Kamala had no idea about how scarcely he was coping with that stupid heat. It was like his body was fighting against him.

 

Something happened between Vegeta and Kamala this night. Goku could see that. Vegeta was calm and relaxed again. Several days there had been something wrong: the tension between them all was almost as thick as that grass under his fingers. He had been waiting for something to happen, but now it was calm again. Whatever happened between the two it had been sorted out silently and efficiently - they both now seemed to be even closer to each other than before.

 

Goku watched interested as Kamala's Saiyan side began to win over mild Kamala's character: Kamala again wasn't paying attention that Vegeta was at least ten times stronger than him. Kamala's eyes hardened, then after several seconds became fierce and cold.

 

Goku noticed that Vegeta was careful not to hurt Kamala too much: the prince didn't raise his power level more than Kamala and was more on defensive than offensive. For some passer-by it would have looked like Vegeta would be toying with Kamala. But Goku knew it was not that; Vegeta cared for Kamala.

 

“Goku, Goku!” Vedeno called, running to Goku with a snake-like creature in his arms.

 

“Kami!” Goku aghast grabbed the furry snake from Vedeno's grasp and threw it far away from them.

 

Goku gasped as Vedeno punched him into the stomach, sending him on his backside on the grass. He stared at the kid's back stupefied.

 

“Lami!” Vedeno ran after the snake-like creature.

 

Goku leaned back as in a swish there was Kamala against him. “Why did you do that?!” Kamala growled threateningly, his canines bare. He completely forgot his opponent. Before Goku could have even thought what to say, Kamala ran after his son who was now kneeling by the side of the wiggling snake-like creature and crying.

 

“She's hurt…” Vedeno sobbed out when Kamala approached him.

 

Kamala reached out for the furry snake-like creature. He felt for wounds and broken bones through the thick fur. “Shush,” Kamala brushed then over Vedeno's hair. “Lami is alright, she's only scared. Her thick fur didn't let anything bad to happen. And that bruise on her paw we'll fix soon. Bring me some plaster; you know where Vegeta keeps it.” Vedeno hiccupped for the last time then shot from the ground and ran to the door. Kamala turned to Goku who now was standing behind him.

 

“Why did you do that?!” Kamala angrily growled, standing up, his puffed out tail lashing behind him in agitation, making enraged, threatening swishes.

 

“I…” Goku stepped back from the furious Saiyan.

 

“He didn't know it was a pet,” Vegeta went closer. He stood up between Goku and Kamala just in case. “He thought it would hurt Vedeno.”

 

Goku quickly nodded. “On Earth we have something similar - if they bite you, you die.” He was relieved and glad that Vegeta understood what had happened.

 

Kamala gazed at Goku for some time then turned away and again kneeled beside the writhing creature. Vegeta and Goku noticeably relaxed. Kamala reached out to stroke the `snake'. Goku was amazed when the `snake' let out some strange, but pleasant sound then crawled on Kamala's knees. Goku saw small feet protruding from the thick fur.

 

“It's a rasi. They don't eat meat, only grass,” Kamala softly said still with his back to Goku and Vegeta. “They might bite while angry, but they aren't poisonous. Children keep them for company. They are very friendly and intelligent creatures.”

 

“I'm sorry,” Goku sighed. “I just…” He kneeled next to Kamala to have a better look at the greenish, furry being. But the rasi let out a sharp yelping sound and tried to hide between Kamala's knees. Kamala tenderly stroked the scared creature again, calming her down. “Why haven't I seen Lami before?” Goku asked.

 

“She had been sitting her eggs. Now her cubs finally broke from them, and Vedeno probably brought her to show you and to feed her,” Kamala raised the creature's long body higher for Goku to see.

 

Goku observed the small, black nose, two tiny ears, and two blue eyes that were watching him with fear.

 

“Some of them can have brown or blue fur, but the most common is green,” Kamala nodded to encourage Goku to stroke Lami.

 

The rasi cringed in Kamala's hands when Goku reached out his hand but, after Goku began to gently stroke her, relaxed a bit.

 

“It may take a lot of time until she forgives you,” Kamala smiled, “but eventually she will.”

 

“Don't touch her!” Vedeno roughly pushed Goku away. He gave the plaster to Kamala then watched his misuu nurse Lami and put the plaster on Lami's bruised paw. He took her into his hands, stroking gently, after Lami was taken care of.

 

“I'm sorry, Vedeno,” Goku apologized. “I didn't know she was your pet. I thought she was dangerous…”

 

Vedeno looked at Goku in disbelief. “Dangerous..? How can a rasi be dangerous?”

 

Goku watched the kid go back into the building. “I hope he isn't too mad at me…” he sighed.

 

“If he isn't, I am,” Vegeta snorted at Goku. “You just fucking ruined my spar and fucked up my mood for the entire week!”

 

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Goku was in a bad mood today. Vegeta scratched his chin, confused. -How could one smell so much of sex and be in a bad mood? All day Goku was just slumping around. He refused to spar, and after that stupid incident with the rasi Goku seemed to be depressed even more. He had never seen anyone act like that during the very peak of heat. That was disturbing him, that, and Goku's heat itself. He was reacting to it. Usually while in heat a Saiyan would find a partner and `bang' till it passed. Goku didn't seem to be such a type. Now Goku was emanating such a huge amount of pheromones that he could stop traffic in the whole city if only he went for a walk. He had no idea why Kamala invited Goku to sit with them in the yard - it was obvious to anyone that the guy had problems with controlling himself. Kamala was asking for trouble. Well, if Kamala got fucked, it would be only his problem. And as far as he understood Kamala wouldn't exactly mind that; maybe that was Kamala's aim.

 

Well, it went a bit different than Kamala had planned: Kamala almost attacked Goku because of that stupid scent. Usually the heat scent made Saiyans aggressive and not necessarily sexually. That stupid incident with the rasi could have ended up not in Kamala's behalf or to it; it depended on what Kamala had planned. Goku might not have wanted to fight Kamala, but probably it would have taken only a few touches while trying to calm Kamala down, and after that nobody would have been able to tear Goku off of Kamala until he finished.

 

Goku's depression was worrying him, even if he didn't want to agree with that. Goku usually was a happy-go-lucky person, unless he was thinking about his family. Maybe that was it - maybe Goku was missing his woman? That was strange; the whole family concept in Goku's head was strange. Sons were all right, but that woman? Who was she? Goku didn't mate her so he didn't love her. Probably, as Kamala said, Goku wanted descendants and chose the best female on that mud ball to reproduce with. It was a bit disturbing that the children weren't full-blooded. But Goku said that apart from that other Vegeta and him there was no one left, so they chose some females. And that was the stupidest thing he had ever heard. Why would they choose some stupid weak females when they could have chosen each other?

 

Vegeta frowned. No. Now he saw where there was a problem. Goku was much stronger than him, he would be the one to get pregnant and carry the child. Unheard of. None of the royal family ever was a bearer.

 

Vegeta turned on his stomach to watch Vedeno play with Lami and her three cubs. Children were important. The race needed to propagate to keep itself alive. All right, maybe he wouldn't have been so against it - there weren't any other Saiyans anymore, anyway. Goku was powerful and attractive - he was a perfect choice if you wanted strong and healthy heirs. They really would have come to some sort of deal if only they wanted, one child him, the other Goku, or something less absurd, but they could have found a way if only they wanted.

 

Goku once told that at first that other him didn't like Goku, but later got warmer. Warmer? What did that mean? Probably only that that he didn't try to kill Goku anymore. They never mated there, so probably that other him never liked Goku. Why? HE liked Goku. Goku was…different. Goku wasn't as smart as Kamala but was clever enough, and Goku radiated the same warmth as Kamala did. From what he had seen Goku was a caring and loving and…dangerous person. You didn't want to annoy him too much - the Saiyan had a bit of temper when set off. It seemed that you could bend him any way you wanted, order him around, but as soon as your request or order clashed with his morals or views the Saiyan would immediately go straight and don't try to squeeze him more… That was a very admirable trait. Goku wasn't aggressive from nature, but could stand his ground when needed. He liked that.

 

Goku had a tendency to talk everything out. If he didn't like something, he would say that. Kamala wasn't like that. That was the main difference between the two. If Kamala didn't like something, he would keep his mouth shut, but soon he'd come up with a plan so cunning that one would be left gaping at how quickly the things would turn to Kamala's advantage. Kamala was sneaky, to some extent. That depended how much one would do to harm him. If it were something really bad, Kamala wouldn't hesitate to strike. Kamala learned a great deal during his imprisonment in the castle. Kamala had a son to protect from all the lies, ill influence and sick intentions. Don't even think about hurting Vedeno, Kamala was ready to kill for his son any time. He had seen looks of horror on several faces as the usually calm and peaceful Saiyan would turn into a beast.

 

Kamala was different with him, though. That wasn't because they were friends - it was because Kamala had a very good sense of self-preservation. Kamala saw him not only as a friend, but also as someone who was ten times stronger than him and could kill him in seconds. Even if he did something Kamala didn't like, Kamala didn't protest much; hell, usually he even wouldn't know that he did that something Kamala didn't like, because Kamala wouldn't say a word. Kamala preferred to cry silently than to tell him what was wrong. That hurt. He was hardly able to understand that: they were friends, but Kamala acted like he'd be afraid of him. He only knew that at that point Kamala was even more paranoid than him. For example what happened that night, when Kamala thought that it was him who attacked Kamala. He would have been very insulted and angered with Kamala to think that about him, but it wasn't the first time when Kamala assumed something. Nobody could tell Kamala had that problem: Kamala seemed to be friendly with everyone. One would not expect Kamala to be his friend from the very second he'd see Kamala, but Kamala was more polite and friendly than the most Saiyans. But it took only a small incident, a tiny detail and Kamala could kill the person he had been smiling with a second ago. It was a perfect example of how strongly Kamala's father's treason had influenced him.

 

He found it interesting to ponder how Kamala's mind worked. Kamala seemed to make a picture of a person in his head, gather all his features, and make a conclusion, like everyone else made. But it didn't stop there. That conclusion never was finished - it changed and shifted each second, depending on what Kamala's mood was at the time, how weather was outside, for he knew it could be anything. Each time Kamala would meet that person again, he wouldn't meet the same person, he would meet someone that his mind had created. Kamala wouldn't know how to react to that person, because that entire thing would be going on in his head, wouldn't add any trust to his belief about that person. So one moment Kamala could be sure that he was shaking his closest friend's hand, another he would start doubting and the third one he might think that it was his worst enemy. Kamala had been burnt badly, he was panicky afraid to burn again. He saw enemies amongst friends and friends amongst enemies. Kamala was as crazy as they all were, but probably Kamala's case was a bit worse.

 

Kamala never attached himself to anyone, except to his son, and, although they were friends, Kamala would never hesitate to leave him if that would be handy for him. He knew that his requests and pleas for Kamala not to leave him were useless. It might occur that it wasn't much of a friendship, but it was a friendship and a real one. Kamala would do anything for him, and he would do anything for Kamala. They knew all of each other's secrets and thoughts. The small problem was that Kamala somehow managed to stupidly assume something very idiotic about his friends…

 

He wasn't sure he wanted to allow Kamala to interact with Goku. He could forbid that if he wanted, Kamala wouldn't protest. But he didn't want to restrain Kamala's freedom or restrict Kamala's choice of a partner. It wasn't his business with whom Kamala wanted to fuck. But he wasn't sure if Kamala wouldn't get burned again. Kamala did like Goku, but Goku didn't care about Kamala enough, besides the moron was always brooding about his stupid wife. Goku was not a choice for Kamala.

 

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Vedeno was angry with him. Just great! This day couldn't have gone worse! It was not enough that he had all those depressing thoughts about home and his children, but he even managed to upset another child! And if that still wasn't enough - he noticed Vegeta staring at him all the time. Obviously the prince was still angry with him because of that ruined spar. Of course, all Vegeta cared about - was his stupid spars. Goku snarled in agitation, thinking that probably he shouldn't have refused the spar Vegeta had suggested after all…

 

Goku snorted at himself. He tried to cool himself down. He acknowledged that he was angry and upset. And he knew it was no good in unleashing his anger on others. Usually he never sparred while feeling like that - while in this mood he was dangerous to others. Not only Vegeta had a desire to unleash his frustration and anger during spars. But opposite to the prince he always avoided spars and sometimes even serious fights while in this mood; he was better at controlling these emotions than Vegeta. He always knew he would regret those outbursts after the anger was gone.

 

That damn tail and that heat! He almost didn't feel as a normal person anymore. He couldn't even trust himself to be near anyone without risking jumping that someone! Now he finally understood what had happened then to Raaven (till now he hadn't been so sure if Raaven didn't consciously try to seduce him). Now the only person he was able to interact normally was Vedeno; the kid somehow didn't set him off as the others. But the problem was that Vedeno was angry with him now and he had lost even that one normal contact he had.

 

And he had thought that getting his tail back would be fun. As soon as he gets back to the Earth, the stupid thing goes off! What had he said then? - A long missed friend? Gods preserve him from such friends! Never in his life had he felt so miserable and ashamed. He was able to think about only thing. He was a dimension away from his home, there was a war going on and the only thing that he was able to think about was how to convince Vegeta to fuck him! That was thick! He was unbelievably angry with himself, only that the anger didn't help - as soon as he would see or scent Vegeta he would go crazy. Every other Saiyan on this planet had pretty much the same impact on him. And what disturbed him even more - was that some of them didn't actually seem to mind getting lain by him. That was making the matter worse, because that was triggering his fantasy. He didn't have much of a fantasy but these past few days he surprised even himself - he had become very creative lately…

 

Goku cursed loudly, feeling a stirring in his loins. It was like he didn't control his body anymore, but his body was controlling him. The next readied curse melted form his lips and turned into groan as his body was racked by a powerful tremor. With a moan he arched from the bedding, his head falling back, his eyes closing in an intense feeling of pleasure and lust. He fell back to the bed as the feeling retreated, leaving his breathing hitched, coming in short gasps. And then he just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry from the immense humiliation and betrayal he felt. And though he subconsciously knew it was silly and foolish and childish to get so upset because of such a thing, he just couldn't help it. He was tired and exhausted mentally and wanted nothing more than to be left in peace and rest, he wanted it all to end.

 

He lay sprawled on the bed for several minutes then decided to go to the swimming pool. His mood had changed again from miserable to angry. Goku thought that now he probably had mood swings very similar to Vegeta's. That thought somehow amused him - could it be that on Earth..? No, Vegeta didn't have his tail there. Goku felt amusement give way to unreasonable anger again.

 

Goku loudly flung the door behind his back. It was late and everyone should be eating their dinner and he just hoped that he wouldn't meet anyone on his way. Better not.

 

Goku sighed after he saw Kamala coming out from the kitchen. The Saiyan paused after noticing Goku coming his way. Goku just couldn't believe - did Kamala want to be fucked?! The stupid Saiyan was always getting in his way!

 

“Oh, good,” Kamala went closer to Goku the same time Goku retreated from him till Goku's back hit the wall. “I wanted to tell that dinner is ready.”

 

Goku wanted to shout at Kamala to get out of his way but he didn't do that. “I know that. It's ready each day at the same time. And I'm not hungry,” there was intended an expletive on the end but Goku managed to restrain himself. He just begged all Gods that Kamala would not come closer to him. He held his breath and quickly pushed past Kamala.

 

“What's wrong, Goku?” Kamala caught up with Goku.

 

“Are you so thick?!” Goku couldn't hold it anymore. He turned around, his face contorted in anger. “YOU! You all! That's what wrong! Keep away from me!”

 

“Oh, lack of sex?” Kamala calmly crossed his hands. Of course he knew he was driving the other Saiyan crazy. He had never seen a heat to have such a strong effect on someone. He could foretell why Goku's heat was so strong, and he was perfectly able to see that Goku was suffering. Goku was looking for a mate. Not a short-term partner, but a mate, someone to spend the rest of his life with. Goku was a bit over thirty years old - the very age for looking for a permanent partner. And he could see that Goku had no idea about that.

 

“Kamala…” Goku threateningly growled, turning to go.

 

“Stop that,” Kamala rolled his eyes. Kamala was aware of Goku's trouble but wasn't aware that he himself was getting into some. He didn't exactly realize that Goku was not himself. “We need to talk.”

 

Goku just shook his head, increasing his pace. He felt guilty for shouting at Kamala; that was that stupid heat! “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shouted,” he mumbled, quickly passing the door to the swimming pool with Kamala in tow.

 

“No, you shouldn't have,” agreed Kamala.

 

Goku squirmed, as Kamala didn't say anything more. “How is Lami?”

 

Kamala silently laughed. “Don't worry, she's alright. That was just an accident.”

 

Goku suddenly felt hungry. He sheepishly turned back to Kamala. “I think I'm hungry after all…”

 

“Back to the kitchen?” Kamala asked.

 

Goku nodded, blushing. Kamala just shrugged and turned around, accepting this as the influence of heat. Goku followed Kamala back to the kitchen, not noticing that he was becoming influenced by Kamala's scent.

 

Mmm… Cherries… Goku felt himself getting dizzy. He liked that aroma. He liked cherries. What was that with cherries? He thought a moment trying to remember why he liked cherries so much, but there was only a blur in his head.

 

Goku followed that aroma, his brain hardly registering anything else til he bumped into Kamala who stopped near the kitchen to open the door. Kamala turned around with wonderment on his face. He observed Goku then Kamala's eyes slid past Goku's shoulder.

 

Goku didn't know where he found the strength to step aside from Kamala to leave some space between them. His head was buzzing in effect and he could hear only his own blood pounding in his head. He tried to stagger away, but was perplexed when Kamala let out a deep purr and grabbed him by his breastplate to tug him back. He just registered Kamala give a mischievous smirk and then Kamala's lips were pressed to his. Goku just managed to mumble something similar to `err…' and then was lost as Kamala used that to slip his tongue into his mouth. It appeared that Kamala was very good at what he was doing. Using his body Kamala pushed Goku with his back to the wall and pinned him there, tightly pressing his body to Goku's, rubbing against him in a very seductive way, blowing up whatever light that was still left in Goku's mind.

 

Goku gasped as all the heat and lustful feelings came crashing back, leaving him weak and submissive in Kamala's hands. He subconsciously knew that now Kamala could do with him anything he wanted, but that didn't concern him. Not at this moment. “Ka…Kamala…” Goku gasped breathlessly, his head falling back to rest against the wall. He shuddered and groaned loudly when Kamala grazed at his shoulder. Goku felt his stomach tumble into a fuzzy and hot ball. Kamala's tongue moved up his neck and Goku was only able to moan helplessly.

 

Goku's body was moving against Kamala's, striving and longing for more contact and friction. Goku's mouth fell open to release a shuddering grunt then was just left half-open to draw some needed breaths. Goku pressed his cheek to Kamala's, his breath ragged at the feel of Kamala's vigorous mouth that was sucking and nipping at his neck and throat. Kamala was tightly holding Goku by his waist, his other hand on Goku's shoulder, flattening Goku to the wall and leaving almost no chance for Goku to move except for rubbing against Kamala.

 

“Goku,” Kamala purred, lifting his head from Goku's throat. His hand entangled into the hair on Goku's nape. “Do you want me?”

 

Goku hardly was able to register the question. He was just aware that Kamala stopped doing what he was doing and was pestering him with some stupid questions. He wanted Kamala, and now!

 

Kamala's eyes flew wide after Goku bared his canines at him. Kamala suddenly felt not so sure. He bared his canines back. He painfully tugged Goku's head back, making him hit the wall behind them. “I asked, Do you want me?” he snarled. He watched Goku losing his patience. “Or should I ask if you want Vegeta? Or maybe let's consider that other question about your wife?” he pulled Goku's head back firmer. But soon he saw that there was no need in that.

 

Goku stared at Kamala's eyes paralyzed, half-dead. These simple questions managed to sober him up, they managed to turn his lust into panic. Goku's breath was still coming in short gasps but his heart now was tumbling twice as fast as it did before. Goku didn't know how Kamala knew all those things, and now he had no time or wish to ponder that, because now he began to realize what almost happened. In a daze Goku moved to free himself from Kamala's fierce grip, but Kamala just shoved Goku back to the wall, his hand pulling at Goku's hair even more, making Goku wince in pain and his eyes water.

 

“Do you want Vegeta?!” Kamala's voice was almost inaudible, only a low hiss. His eyes bore into Goku's.

 

Goku shivered violently. His lips moved into a wordless plea, his attempts to escape Kamala turning into random spasms.

 

“You have to have more control over yourself if you want to get him!” Kamala snarled.

 

“P-please…” Goku shifted in Kamala's grasp.

 

“Please what?!” Kamala jerked Goku's head by his hair, making Goku hit the wall behind them with his head. “Do you want him? Do you?! `Please'…” Kamala snorted in distaste, spitting the word mockingly. “Please choose now! Which of us three do you want? You want him, don't you?! You have always wanted him! Or are you even afraid to think about that?! But I know, it's him, isn't it? You want Vegeta, don't you?!” Kamala hissed through clenched teeth, his cold eyes boring into Goku's.

 

“Y-yes…” Goku swallowed audibly. His eyes closed, his body and mind helplessly hung in Kamala's grip.

 

Kamala let go of Goku's hair. “See, that wasn't so hard,” Kamala sighed, sympathizing with Goku. He still was holding Goku by his waist, sensing that if he let go, Goku would just slump to the floor. He gave an amiable smile to Goku who was staring at him with an utterly dazed expression on his face. “Shhh…” Kamala brushed over Goku's spiky hair when Goku burst into sobs. Kamala held Goku as he cried, tears flowing down Kamala's shoulder, his sobs turning into loud hiccups. Kamala was stroking the hair at Goku's nape where he had pulled painfully earlier. Now he was absolutely sure where all that aggression and frustration were coming from. Goku was looking for a mate, but not just any, Goku precisely knew whom he wanted for a mate, but at the same time couldn't accept that, at least not on a conscious level. “We need to talk, Goku,” Kamala said. “YOU need to talk…”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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