Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 17 ( Chapter 17 )

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The lemon is going to come soon enough, don't worry about it. There're going to be several `hot' places, so you'll have fun.

I update once a week so I don't think that you'd torture yourself very much while waiting for the new chapters.

 

 

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

 

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

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Goku/Vegeta.

 

Part 17

 

“Want a spar?”

 

Vegeta yelped in surprise, jumping from his armchair to his feet. “Moron, don't do that!”

 

“Uhh…” Goku scratched his head sheepishly. “Sorry, I forget all the time…”

 

“And what if I had been doing something?!” Vegeta shouted, angered by Goku's interruption on his privacy with IT.

 

Goku cast his eyes around the room curiously, then his eyes settled back on the prince. “What for example?”

 

Vegeta's eyes widened in disbelief. He felt a blush coming to his face. How Goku dared?! “Anything! It's my room, I can do whatever I want!” he turned away form Goku to search for his training boots and to hide that annoying blush on his face.

 

Goku smiled at Vegeta's back. “So, are you going for a spar?”

 

“And what do these look like to you?!” Vegeta slipped his boots under Goku's nose.

 

“Kind of stinky…” Goku waved with his hand under his nose.

 

Vegeta choked. He furiously looked at Goku, a gleam in his black eyes shimmering dangerously, his mouth already opening to curse Goku into oblivion. But then it clasped shut. The damn Saiyan had the enormous grin on his face. Goku was purposely teasing him!

 

“I'll fucking wipe that your grin of your face!” Vegeta snorted. “Just wait till we get to the training ground!”

 

“Gods, how I like when you're so excited…” Goku winked at Vegeta. He laughed loudly as Vegeta's beautiful eyes widened into impossible sizes. “Just hurry up. I promised Vedeno I'd look after Lami when his tutor gets here,” Goku smiled at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta just muttered something under his breath then again turned away. He grabbed his training suit from the bed and went into the bathroom to change. He probably should have sent Goku out of the room, but, knowing Goku, the moron would just IT back, directly into the bathroom to ask if he was done.

 

“So, finally, you made amends?” Vegeta's voice wafted from the bathroom.

 

“Yes,” Goku plopped down on Vegeta's bouncy bed. “Finally, when I apologized for the fifth time, he believed me…”

 

“If not for all this disturbance and disorder, you would have lost your head for throwing that rasi…”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know. If not for this disorder, I probably would never have been allowed to talk to you…” he sourly said.

 

“I'm glad you know that…” Vegeta's gruff voice wafted again.

 

“Yeah, sure, your copy in my world always reminded me of that. Third-class this, third-class that. Sometimes I just wanted to kick his royal ass with my third-class foot…” Goku mournfully replied.

 

There was silence in the bathroom for some time. “But you said that you were friends…”

 

“Yeah, we were friends. It was a strange friendship, though… almost the entire the time he tried to kill me - Gods knows why, because I don't - just in the end he acknowledged me as his equal. But he still called me third-class. I think that amused him somehow… Or maybe that was just simply a die-hard habit…”

 

“That didn't sound like you were friends…” Vegeta's voice sounded unsure.

 

“Vegeta, are we friends?” Goku suddenly asked. Goku heard Vegeta stumble in the bathroom. He laughed silently.

 

“Err…” Vegeta's voice faltered not sure again. “Well…yes,” he finally decided. They really were friends, even if he didn't realize that earlier. They talked, they sparred, hell, they went to swim together, they fought side by side, and Goku was a member of his pack. That meant that Goku was even more than a simple friend, only that he didn't see that earlier.

 

“See?” Goku grinned to himself. “And who would say that? We fight, you shout at me all the time, I tease you…” he grinned again as the silence followed.

 

“Uhmm…” Vegeta blinked at the white tiles beside him. He didn't realize it was like that, but Goku was telling the truth: he always called Goku moron and idiot, but in reality he didn't think that about Goku. All right, maybe Goku was not the brightest mind around, but really not a moron. “I got that,” he said. And he wasn't sure if he said that for Goku or for himself.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta was getting stronger. Goku grinned, blocking Vegeta's punch. He enjoyed spars with Vegeta immensely. Vegeta still was way out of his power range, but the prince was more ferocious and agile than him…and more flexible. Gods, how he could bend Vegeta sometimes while holding him in his grip!

 

Goku blushed when his concentration faltered due to several very naughty images. Vegeta saw his chance and punched Goku right into his left eye.

 

“Ouch!” Goku yelped, rubbing his eye, while blocking Vegeta's other punch with his other arm. “That hurt!”

 

“Good!” Vegeta panted. “That's how it's supposed to be!” At least this time it was not him who got all the bruises! Vegeta kicked his newly acquired friend in the stomach then sent him crashing to the ground. There was no need to rub that eye for so long, anyway.

 

After an hour it was over; Vegeta was hardly able to move. His armor didn't do much in preventing Goku's hits and blows, but it held. Another story was with his training suit: half of his sweatpants were gone; one sleeve was completely torn off. Goku had never seen Vegeta looking so fierce and appealing.

 

Goku's heat was over. It had passed a day or so earlier, and Goku had never felt happier. Three days had passed after his and Kamala's small talk. He finally saw complete sense in what Kamala told him and came to terms with his desires and instincts. Goku decided to go after Vegeta. If that didn't work, at least he would know that he tried. But Goku was afraid at the same time. He didn't know what he would do if Vegeta rejected him. He was in love with Vegeta - for years, suffering in silence, too afraid and too knowing to speak. Love to Vegeta was something he hated and at the same time cherished. He didn't know what he would do if Vegeta destroyed his hopes. Goku was afraid that Vegeta might do that with a cold heart, not caring at all, and simply brush him off. Goku was afraid that Vegeta would start hating and resenting him for his third-class feelings.

 

After the spar they both went to the lake. They washed the dirt and blood away and settled on the shore to rest. They didn't talk much: Goku complimented Vegeta on getting better, Vegeta just nodded accepting the compliment.

 

Goku cast his eyes over Vegeta who now was dozing sprawled on the grass, with his back to the ground. Vegeta's eyes were closed, his long eyelashes fluttering from time to time. Though the armor protected the prince from serious injuries, Goku could see new bruises forming on the prince's chest and abdomen. Goku leaned closer. He liked to watch and admire Vegeta when Vegeta didn't see him, when the prince's features were relaxed and unguarded. It was a little sad that he couldn't see those amazing black pools. He loved Vegeta's eyes. So expressive when unguarded…so tender and loving while watching Vedeno play or talking with him. It was Vegeta's soul mirror: fierce and loving. Goku didn't know much about souls, nor did he care, but he was sure that if they all had one, Vegeta's would be in the shape of fire, burning to kill and burning to warm and protect.

 

Until this moment Goku had never known that he was so romantic. He scratched his head and sheepishly smiled in wonder at his discovery.

 

Goku watched as Vegeta sank into a deeper sleep. Vegeta's lips opened a bit then closed again. Vegeta was beautiful: strong, mesmerizing and memorable features, unbelievable haircut and gorgeous compact body. Irresistible. Kamala was beautiful, but Vegeta was gorgeous. What he wouldn't give to kiss those lush lips, to touch still faintly burning cheeks, to brush over that hair, to caress that body… Actually…

 

Goku sighed deeply then turned away. After some time he himself dozed off.

 

Goku woke up after he heard some rustling beside him. He blinked his sleepy eyes at Vegeta undressing, his mind still half in a dream world. Before Goku could have gotten scared or excited, Vegeta walked over to the shore. He watched the prince wade into the water with only his boxers on. Goku sat a bit longer on the grass watching Vegeta swim in the lake, then shed his own clothing and followed Vegeta.

 

After refreshing swim they both came back to the shore. Goku was grinning, and Vegeta was scowling, because Goku just beat him in swimming contest.

 

“You owe me a fish,” Goku reminded, teasing.

 

“I'll fucking stick it up to your…grrr!” Vegeta clenched his fists then angrily plopped on the ground, farther from Goku.

 

Goku contentedly leaned on the tree. Why did he like to tease Vegeta so much? He didn't like mad Vegeta at his very peak of tantrum, but he liked to irritate him a bit. Then Vegeta would be so…hmm…all puffed out? Appealing? Hot? Goku licked his suddenly dry lips. Yes, that's why. That somehow turned him on. It was something that all powerful and aggressive males did for him. Even if it were a complete stranger he would be tempted, his head would cloud, but at the same time something inside him would sharpen. He wanted to fight them. Goku wanted to conquer them, he wanted to have a dominance fight with them, only he didn't know what it was earlier, but now he knew. As soon as he understood that, he stopped doing that with Kamala and some other familiar guards. While at first he thought it was a simple teasing or innocent flirt now he saw it as something much more serious. He let himself do that only with Vegeta now. He was after Vegeta after all…

 

Did he want to have a dominance fight with Vegeta? Did he want to mate Vegeta? Maybe. He always lusted after Vegeta, in this world, or his own, after all. How long had he known Vegeta? Five, seven years? Most of the time he was dead, but that hardly counted. The problem was that this Vegeta knew him only for not a full two months… Only two months. Even two months. That depended.

 

Goku turned his head to look at Vegeta. Vegeta was sitting with his back to him. The price seemingly still was trying to look pissed off with his teasing. Goku pressed his fingers to his neck. He fingered over his neck, looking for the spot.

 

Vegeta turned around at Goku's loud gasp. Goku was glad to remove his hand from his neck in time, before Vegeta turned around. Goku leaned his head on the tree. His body still was shaking with slight tremors. If that didn't mean that he was ready, then what would? He was ready to mate with Vegeta. Goku clamped his lips shut, as another spasm rocketed his body.

 

Vegeta's brow rose at Goku. “What the hell is wrong with you?” try as he might he couldn't hide mild concern in his voice.

 

“Nothing,” Goku quickly shook his head. “Something bit me,” he pretended looking for something on the ground.

 

“It had to have damn sharp teeth…” Vegeta drawled.

 

Goku gasped as at first he felt then saw Vegeta leaning over him and observing him.

 

“Hell, you are still in heat…” Vegeta stepped farther away from Goku, as etiquette required. “It shouldn't last this long… Are you sure you're alright?”

 

Goku quickly nodded several times in confirmation. His cheeks painted red. Vegeta mistook his arousal scent for heat scent. But that was better than Vegeta realizing that he was just painfully aroused from playing with that spot. “Yes, I'm sure. I feel perfectly fine,” Goku assured Vegeta, bringing his knees even higher to his chest. He felt pleased with Vegeta's concern about him.

 

Vegeta shrugged then went to gather his clothes. Goku used the opportunity and quickly slipped into his clothes. Thank Gods this time he decided to swim with his boxers on!

 

XXXXX

 

Goku just heaved in complete annoyance after Lami just hissed at him twice and again protectively twined herself around her three cubs. How was he supposed to take care of them if that crazed snake already, for half an hour, was wrapped around her cubs?! That was just silly! And what didn't he just try: to feed the mad animal, to stroke, he even had sweet-talked it. Nothing helped. As soon as Vedeno left him with the rasis, the snake let out an enormous hiss and all but wrapped around her cubs. The stupid thing had to eat the grass! Vedeno told him that she was hungry and needed food to suckle her cubs. All right, the cubs were suckling, but Lami wasn't eating.

 

“Having fun?”

 

Goku turned around to see Vegeta. Goku simply sighed. The prince probably had a good laugh while watching him running back and forth in the yard through his window. “Yeah,” Goku just gave up, dropping to sit on the grass. “The stupid thing doesn't eat. Vedeno will be angry again.”

 

Vegeta smiled. “Well, if someone had given me intensive flying lessons, without consulting with me, and later tried to feed me…” he chuckled.

 

“Smart ass…” Goku's nose shriveled at Vegeta. He sighed then. “Can you do something?”

 

Vegeta laughed softly. He sat up opposite Goku, so that the rasis were in the middle of them. Goku was amazed to see Lami usher her cubs onto Vegeta's lap. As soon as all three were in place, she left them and crawled off Vegeta's knees. She began to graze on the grass not far from Vegeta, making sharp sounds from time to time to which her cubs responded with their own beeping.

 

“Happy now?” Vegeta silently laughed at Goku who just scratched his head in wonder.

 

Goku nodded, plopping on his stomach to observe the three cubs on Vegeta's lap. Vegeta was stroking them gently with his fingertips, careful not to hurt.

 

“I had one similar to this,” Vegeta said, petting one of cubs. “It was blue, though. I wanted to have a blue one. They are rare. I think I saw someone bring one to the castle and decided to have one too.”

 

“And?” Goku asked, his breathing held, not believing that Vegeta was talking about such things with him. He just prayed that Vegeta wouldn't stop.

 

Vegeta brushed his fingertips over still very soft fur. “My mother caught me one in the forest. That was our secret - she wasn't supposed to go alone to the forest. But I wasn't worried then - she was a powerful warrior and a good hunter. That blue one appeared to be a male. He was aggressive at first and tried to bite me all the time. I already started to consider letting him go back into the forest, but my mother brought a green female for him. He forgot all about biting and escaping. On his small feet he'd follow that green female everywhere she went. But she would just crunch her black nose at him or blink her indifferent blue eyes. He died after two weeks,” Vegeta shrugged. “I'm not sure why. I really fed them well. Maybe he just lost his head over that green one and died from a broken heart. Heard that might happen with these creatures...” Vegeta looked at Goku surprised that he was brushing tears away from his eyes. “Hey, it's not a sad story! That green one liked me much better than that stupid blue male. I had her for a whole seven years, `til she died from age. Lami is her great great granddaughter or whatever. It's hard to tell now…”

 

“Poor thing,” Goku sighed. “And she never gave him a chance?”

 

Vegeta brushed over soft fur, watching Goku from the corner of his eye. “He probably wasn't her type…”

 

Goku scratched his head. “Maybe she didn't like the blue color?”

 

Vegeta frowned a bit, as Goku didn't get his message. He shrugged then. “Maybe, who knows, I'm not an expert in this field…” He shifted, getting more comfortable on the grass. It was getting darker and darker, but the sun was still visible and the last rays were still warm. Vegeta restrained a purr for he was so comfortable and relaxed. “And you, did you have any pets?”

 

Wow. Goku looked at Vegeta amazed. He didn't dream that the day would come when the prince would be so talkative. He was so jealous when Vegeta was so open with Kamala, but now Goku felt his heart flutter in joy. “Hmm…” he tried to remember. “Does a cloud count as a pet?”

 

“A what?!” Vegeta's eyes widened.

 

“A cloud. I had one a long time ago when I didn't know how to fly. It was called Kinto. I'm not sure about its sex, though. I think it didn't have any, at least I didn't notice.” Goku laughed at Vegeta's reaction.

 

“Are you mocking me?!” Vegeta hissed suddenly enraged, his tail bristled threateningly on his waist.

 

“No, no, no,” Goku quickly shook his head trying to reassure Vegeta. “I swear I had one. And I had a pole that could grow long or shorten. Now my youngest has it. But I think that cloud was more of a pet.” He felt very uneasy when Vegeta still seemed to be unsure and suspicious. “I'm not lying, it's true.”

 

And Goku spent about two hours telling Vegeta about all his adventures in his young days. Only he had changed Dragon Balls into rare artifacts. When he finished all rasis were asleep next to Vegeta while Vegeta was lying on his stomach, supporting his head with his hands.

 

“You had much more fun than me,” Vegeta commented, frowning.

 

Goku smiled and shrugged. “I was a pretty stupid kid. Most of it would have never happened if not for that…”

 

“Hn.” Vegeta smiled. He had made the same conclusion already in the middle of Goku's story. “But not hopeless… Are your sons similar to you?” Then Vegeta abruptly coughed. “I mean…”

 

Goku just laughed at that, waving off. “No, they are much smarter than I was at that age. Gohan is very clever and smart. Well, he was sort of very shy while young, that even worried me a little, but later he turned out just fine. Goten is another case, he's much more similar to me. He's a bit naïve, but he has a good friend to take care of him.” Goku thought a bit. “Well, actually they always get into trouble while together, but nothing serious. They care for each other very much.”

 

“Do you know that usually Saiyans mate their playmates?” Vegeta laughed. “Better watch over your son's friend…”

 

Goku chuckled. “No need. You're watching over him.”

 

Vegeta gave Goku a confused look.

 

“It's your son, that playmate,” Goku grinned. “Trunks.”

 

Vegeta scratched his chin. “Do you really see us as one person?”

 

“Well…sort of,” Goku nodded. He was glad that he already had this conversation with Kamala, and now more or less knew what to expect.

 

“That's confusing…” Vegeta frowned at the grass. The prince's tail made a slow swish through the dark night air. “But I don't have a son…”

 

Goku shrugged. “Well, yeah, you don't.”

 

“Then how you can see us as one?” Vegeta questioned.

 

Goku thought a moment. “Well, you're one person. The difference is Trunks, not one of you.” He looked at Vegeta hoping the prince understood what he meant.

 

Vegeta nodded. “I see… But we must have some differences… I never served under Frieza and I never had that blue-haired woman. That sort of should change some character features…”

 

“Not much,” Goku smiled, shaking his head. “It's only on the surface. Deeper you're the same person. He behaves more aggressive and colder and in comparison is more closed. But it's only behavior, only a façade. If one digs deeper…”

 

“You seem to have spent quite a lot time musing about that…” Vegeta drawled.

 

“Well, he tried to kill me quite often,” Goku chuckled. “I tried to understand why I pissed him off so much and end all that aggression and those fights. Sometimes I talked to him, but usually it ended with another fight. I couldn't understand that, but I think I missed many of the Saiyan customs or something, maybe I sat too close, maybe too far while talking, hell knows… He simply should have explained to me that I did something wrong, how would I have known, I haven't met another Saiyan before, except my brother, who tried to kill me anyway… But instead of explaining something, he was much more interested in surpassing and killing me…”

 

Vegeta listened to clear mortification and hurt in Goku's voice. “But it changed?”

 

Goku nodded. “It was very slow. I think finally he settled down after I died. I mean there was no need to surpass me anymore; he probably concentrated more on other things, like his family and son. And when I came back it all started again, but this time it was at a much milder level. It seemed he sort of lost that urge to kill me, but he still wanted to surpass me and was damn angry when he failed.

 

“When we fought against the last enemy together… I don't know what happened then… I think he finally made amends…I don't know with what or whom…maybe with his pride or something else, but he stopped being hostile to me. I was so surprised when one morning he came to arrange a spar schedule. At first I even thought that this was one of his cunning plans to kill me, but soon I saw that he really enjoyed those spars. I was so damn relieved when that ill competition between us ended, I mean I like challenge, but he managed to make it into something… So after he got warmer to me, we began to spar and talk sometimes. I liked his company and I think he liked mine too; otherwise he wouldn't have stayed after those spars for these small chats. Most of the time he still tried to tease or annoy me, but it was nothing in comparison what was earlier. Actually I even liked that…”

 

Vegeta was silent for some time. “What exactly happened during that last battle?”

 

“I don't know,” Goku shook his head. “Believe me, I tried to figure that out, his change, but I couldn't…” He chuckled. “Sometimes I think that Buu hit him a bit too hard on the head and made his gears shift a bit… Or maybe he just had enough…like I had…” Goku lowered his head to the grass, absorbed in his thoughts.

 

Vegeta turned on his back to stare at the dark sky. He knew why that other him behaved like that in Goku's world. And hell, he knew what happened to that other him, why he had changed. They WERE they same person after all… But Goku was wrong - they both were different at one aspect: that other Vegeta in Goku's world had much more pride and spirit than him. It took years for that other Vegeta to accept the situation, to accept that a third-class had surpassed him. He himself wasn't so fastidious or stubborn anymore. He still was bad-tempered, but as Kamala said once, one simply needed to find a way with him. Kamala and Goku knew that way and they didn't annoy him. They respected his privacy and knew when he wanted to be left in peace. That other Vegeta had to learn to accept, he had to realize that it was not Goku's but his own fault: Goku was trying to get closer, but he was just too damn stubborn.

 

If he had met Goku before Frieza, it would have been the same - he would have tried to kill Goku because of his higher power level. Frieza had beaten that stubbornness and self-obsession out of him. After Frieza raped him, he had to struggle to stay sane; there was not a thought about self-obsession anymore. He truly hated himself for his weakness and stupidity back then. Luckily he had been so full of pride earlier that the little of what remained was still enough not to let Frieza ruin him. He had recovered, but he never was as he was before, he wasn't so stubborn anymore, was more paranoid, more lonely but he had recovered and probably became a bit wiser.

 

“Vegeta?”

 

Vegeta turned his head to look at standing Goku.

 

“It's raining…” Goku worriedly gazed at Vegeta's face. The rain had started few seconds before, heavily beating the ground. All the rasis rushed under Vegeta's hair. Goku would have found it very funny if not for the fact that Vegeta was lying frozen under the flowing rain, obviously not even noticing it.

 

Vegeta blinked his eyes at the rain. “True.” He sat up and gathered all rasis into his arms, trying to keep them out of the rain.

 

Goku followed Vegeta into the building. “Is there any news from the meeting?” Goku asked after they entered the hall.

 

“No,” Vegeta shook his soaking head, splashing water around him. “The same. I'll tell when there's something worth attention.” He squatted down and put the rasis on the ground. They immediately began to shake water from their fur and run all around the corridor. “They really hate water,” Vegeta laughed.

 

“Are you alright, Vegeta?” Goku worriedly observed the other Saiyan.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta shrugged. “Why?”

 

Goku scratched his drenched head. “Don't know… You just…”

 

“I'm fine,” Vegeta wrung his hair.

 

Goku blinked then laughed. For some reason he found the action funny. “I'm glad we talked,” he smiled at Vegeta.

 

“Hn,” Vegeta wrung his hair again. “Better keep your eye on these,” he motioned to romping rasis. One of them was nearing the door that was leading into the next corridor.

 

Goku smiled again. “Yeah, but if I tried to bring her back, Lami would chew my fingers off. I had already been running around for five minutes with her gnawing on my finger before you came…” he showed the bite marks on his finger to Vegeta to prove his words.

 

“Aggressive thing…” Vegeta chuckled. He looked around. He noticed a cupboard in a corner. He drew out one drawer then went through the hall quickly gathering all four rasis into it. “There,” he squeezed the drawer into Goku's hands. Vegeta laughed when, as soon as she saw Goku's face hovering over the drawer, Lami hissed loudly. “Don't stick your fingers in it, though…”

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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