Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 18 ( Chapter 18 )

 

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 18

 

“Why is it raining?” Goku asked. It had been raining for five days now without any break.

 

Goku shifted in his armchair and turned to look at Kamala when he didn't hear any answer. It appeared that Kamala was asleep. For some time Goku watched the beautiful Saiyan sleep on the couch then sighed and turned back to gaze out of the window. In those two months he had been staying here the longest rain he had seen lasted ten minutes. Why was it now raining five whole days? Maybe it was some season or something?

 

Well, in that case he didn't like much of that season. It was sort of relaxing, but somehow it was weighing down too. Everyone around became sluggish and lax, and he suspected that probably the Saiyans weren't used to the rain; he had enough of rain on Earth and it didn't affect him as much, but others... For him it was boring. Two days of it was fine, he even enjoyed it: Vegeta, Kamala and him would gather in Vegeta's chambers and talk. Kamala even managed to convince Vegeta to play a card game with them. But as days passed it got boring, not the company or conversations, simply the rain. And today it was the worst: Vegeta from the early morning was in the Meeting Hall, Kamala was asleep most of the time, and Vedeno was with his tutor.

 

Goku turned around at the rustle. He saw Lami and her three cubs rise from the place they had been lying and start climbing on Kamala's lap. Kamala shifted in his sleep but didn't wake up. The creatures liked the company and were very friendly. Except with Goku of course, now he was their enemy Nr. 1.

 

Goku frowned and turned back to the window. He sighed, pressing his forehead to the cold glass. He wasn't moving anywhere with Vegeta. Vegeta didn't seem to be responding to any of his tries to `court' the prince. True, the Saiyan was talking with him and spending more time, but it didn't seem that Vegeta would have any interest in him but as his pack member. Kamala told Goku that he was rushing too much, wanting things to happen too fast. Maybe. But Goku hadn't seen any sign that Vegeta would at least think about him in that manner. Vegeta seemed not to be interested in him at all.

 

Goku sighed, tugging at his spiky hair. Maybe he wasn't Vegeta's type? He didn't think about himself as attractive, he wasn't too much of a beauty… All that spiky hair and big puppy eyes… Goku had never been worried about his looks, but now he began to consider that. Maybe Vegeta was repulsed by his looks?

 

Kamala said that the plan was working. Hell, then why he didn't see that? -Yesterday he tentatively sat closer to Vegeta than usual. Vegeta gave him an odd look, stood up and went to sit next to Kamala. THAT really didn't look like the plan in motion. Vegeta didn't even want to sit next to him. It wasn't going anywhere, except backwards: now he was afraid to even sit anywhere near Vegeta.

 

Maybe Kamala was wrong? Vegeta himself had told Kamala that he was not interested in Goku. Maybe Kamala just made everything up? - Kamala had a very good imagination. He should drop all that nonsense until Vegeta didn't freak out. Vegeta would forbid him to even come close to him. He wouldn't like that; he liked to spend his time with Vegeta.

 

Goku closed his eyes at the window, put his palms on the cool glass and exhaled heavily. He decided that he really needed to stop that. He didn't want to risk turning Vegeta into an enemy.

 

“Nothing new,” Vegeta said as soon as he entered the room not waiting `til somebody asked him.

 

Goku nodded at the glass, his eyes opening to stare at the flowing rain further. “Why is it raining? Is it some season?”

 

“Yes,” Vegeta confirmed. He sat near Kamala. The prince chuckled as rasis immediately acknowledged him with beeping, then two of them left Kamala and curled on Vegeta's lap. “It's Lietus, it starts in the beginning of summer and ends almost in the middle of it. It will last about one month.”

 

“What?” Goku gasped, turning around. “One month of rain?!”

 

“Are you crying?” Vegeta asked, stunned.

 

“No,” Goku turned back to the window. Hell, he forgot that he had tears smeared all over his face!

 

Vegeta silently stroke the rasis under his palm. He looked at Goku's back. “You miss them so much?” Stupid question! Vegeta berated himself, of course he does!

 

Goku didn't answer anything because the reason for his tears wasn't that. Goku stared at the gray sky for some time. He felt a new set of tears coming to his eyes and truly hated himself for that. Why the hell was he crying?! He felt like he had lost something, but the thing was that he never had Vegeta! It was just a stupid dream that he needed to put to a stop a long time ago. Why was it so hard?! - He never had Vegeta, and Vegeta never gave him anything. He was ready to give Vegeta everything, to give up everything for him. But not Vegeta, Vegeta never gave anything to anyone, and Vegeta hadn't even looked to his side.

 

He had lost hope - that was what he had lost. He lost hope.

 

“Do you want to spar?” Vegeta asked. He always felt better while having some activity, sparring or fighting for example. Vegeta thought that a spar surely would raise Goku's mood.

 

“No,” Goku shook his head. Goku sighed lost in his thoughts. Why had he been so stubborn earlier? Why couldn't he leave these hopeless dreams in peace? Why did he need all that confusion? He didn't, he really didn't. He wanted to go back home and live peacefully. He wanted to live with his youngest and see his oldest at least from time to time. He wanted not much: only to live and be happy. Why was it that such a small thing was so hard to reach? Why he perfectly knew what he wanted, but couldn't have that? Because Vegeta offered a spar instead of what he was offering Vegeta. Because Vegeta didn't want the same as him, because Vegeta had no idea and didn't care what he wanted. Fuck him. Vegeta never was a compassionate being. And he didn't need someone like that. What would he do with Vegeta, anyway? They probably would cut each other's throats after two days of living together. If he couldn't live with Chichi without quarreling each day, with Vegeta it was going to be impossible. Then why does he need Vegeta? How many years has he been silently suffering? And now he was subscribing for more torture…that Kamala's plan… Kamala was wrong; Vegeta never loved anyone beside himself, besides his own blood. Look at him now: reduced to a crying baby, Vegeta would die laughing if he only knew the reason for his tears.

 

Goku brushed his tears away. He needed to calm down. He was starting to feel sorry for himself and unreasonably angry with Vegeta.

 

“How long has he been asleep?” Vegeta asked motioning to Kamala, wanting to break that uneasy silence. He was aware that Goku's mood was getting worse and worse by each passing second. And people said that he had mood swings..!

 

Goku just shrugged, not paying attention.

 

Vegeta frowned when his attempts to make Goku talk didn't work. Usually the Saiyan was very talkative. One wouldn't expect him to talk while in such a state, but still… Probably the rain was making Goku depressed; some Saiyans tended to get like that during Lietus, some even had a VERY bad depression. Hard to imagine Goku with chronic depression…

 

Goku stood up from his chair. He walked across the room to the door. “I'll be in my room,” he closed the door behind him.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala watched Goku rake the food on his plate with a fork. Something happened to Goku in the past two days. Now Goku was rarely talking, seemed to be absent. When Kamala asked what was wrong, Goku just shrugged and said that finally everything was fine. Finally fine? Kamala wondered what Goku had meant by that.

 

And Goku was avoiding Vegeta. That was really strange; earlier Goku followed Vegeta everywhere. Kamala could see that Vegeta was responding to that in his own way - he became more silent too. Vegeta wasn't sure what happened either, so he simply was trying not to mess things up and tried to figure out what was going on.

 

“Want to spar?” Vegeta's head rose to look at Goku.

 

“Kami!” Goku cursed. “How many times I can say that I don't want to fucking spar with you!”

 

Vegeta's eyes flashed with anger, but then the prince lowered his head back to his plate. “And fuck you too,” he spat.

 

Kamala observed the two then scratched his head. “A spar would brighten your mood…”

 

“Go to hell.”

 

Whoa. Nice. Kamala snorted, motioning for Vegeta to sit back in his place. “Vegeta is being nice and he's trying to help, and you're an ungrateful bastard! You have no right to spill your frustration on others!”

 

“To help?” Goku growled, pushing his plate away. “I dare to ask when has he helped someone? That's something new! All he cares - his stupid spars! Can't he see that I'm in no mood to spar?!”

 

“Moron!” Kamala hissed now truly agitated. “Vegeta always spars when he's in a bad mood! He's only suggesting the same for you!” Kamala flung his plate crashing to the wall, growling in annoyance.

 

Goku's mouth, which was opened to shout several insults further, closed.

 

“Stop that,” Vegeta calmly approached Kamala. “Leave the fool alone. If he wants to cry, fuck him,” Vegeta coldly glared at Goku then motioned for Kamala to follow him.

 

“Fuck,” Goku put his burning head to rest on the kitchen table as soon as both Saiyans were gone. He knew he went too far, was too angry, angry without reason, angry without any right and, now it appeared, angry with Vegeta without Vegeta deserving it.

 

Goku quickly blinked as he felt the familiar dizzy feeling start in his head. Something clicked in his head again and all of a sudden he saw himself in a room, a different room. He slowly recognized Capsule Corp. He was in Vegeta's room. He was looking at Vegeta who was sitting on his bed, his legs drawn over the edge, hardly reaching the ground. Vegeta was sad and afraid. He didn't know the reason why Vegeta would feel like that. He preferred mad Vegeta to sad one. It hurt to see Vegeta like that.

 

Vegeta said something to him then looked away, afraid to face him. He didn't hear or didn't understand what Vegeta said, but felt himself very surprised at Vegeta's words. He reached out to caress Vegeta's cheek then smiled and said something, something that made Vegeta look at him again. He sat next to Vegeta on the bed and said something more. He brought Vegeta on his lap, leaned to kiss his tears away. Saw himself lay his hand on Vegeta's stomach and he felt that he was truly amused that Vegeta had been worried about such a thing.

 

“Goku!”

 

Goku jumped from his seat in a start.

 

Kamala observed Goku. “What the hell was that? Were you meditating or what? I have been calling you for five minutes…”

 

“Five minutes?” Goku blinked. Felt like five seconds, not more. “I…”

 

“Actually I don't care,” Kamala waved off. “I just wanted to ask what the hell was that before?! You are behaving like a complete idiot! Show some respect, for fuck's sake; you are a member of our pack, and Vegeta is the leader of it! Or have you already changed your mind? If you start to treat your friends like that, soon you'll end up alone!”

 

“I'll apologize as soon as I can find him,” Goku nodded, completely agreeing with Kamala. “I think it's that damn rain. I just feel…”

 

Kamala sighed and sat up next to Goku. Kamala was glad and relieved that Goku acknowledged his mistake.

 

“I'm sorry for shouting at you,” Goku sincerely apologized to Kamala. “I really am.”

 

Kamala nodded accepting the apology. “You really made him mad…better sort this out.”

 

XXXXX

 

He got a hold of Vegeta only next day when the prince came back from the Meeting Hall. He could see that Vegeta was not in his best mood - the prince was scowling all the way through the corridor.

 

Goku caught up with Vegeta. “Hi, I wanted to talk earlier, but you didn't come this morning to the kitchen, so…”

 

“What the hell do you want now?!” Vegeta hissed even not looking at Goku and pushing past him. “If I'm such a bloody bastard, better not come near me at all!”

 

“I want to apologize,” Goku winced at Vegeta's harsh tone and clearly audible hurt. “I'm very sorry for yelling at you. I was a complete fool. I really don't think that about you. I shouldn't have shouted.”

 

Vegeta stopped then bared his canines at the bigger Saiyan. “Yes, you are an idiot and never ever raise your voice at me!” he snorted and proceeded to walk.

 

Goku just went into a reconciling silence and followed Vegeta. They walked like that for several minutes then Vegeta stopped and looked at Goku.

 

“So do you want that bloody spar or not?” he asked.

 

XXXXX

 

Luckily it stopped raining and they were able to get away from the castle.

 

Vegeta was right - it was good idea after all, that spar. Goku already could feel himself relaxing and getting calmer while they were flying to their training grounds. There was a very fresh, earthy and rainy scent everywhere, scent of nature, of life.

 

They looked at each other, trying to keep their faces straight and not laughing, as after they landed on the training ground, they sank deep into the mud up to their knees. Goku scratched his head, smiling, and then generated a hot powerful wave to dry everything around them within a twenty meter radius. Vegeta's eyebrow rose at Goku then he levitated from the ground to free his stuck feet from the dried mud, leaving two deep holes in the ground. He watched Goku do the same, and then they started.

 

Vegeta was right, that really did brighten his mood. He didn't exceed Vegeta's power and the spar was intense and fierce, giving him that excited rush in his veins that brushed away all the stupid thoughts.

 

They finished almost at the same time when it started raining again.

 

“Hell, this is my best armor…” Vegeta raised his head to look at his muddy and splashed armor while lying deep in the mud on his back.

 

Goku couldn't help laughing. “Gods, you can be so funny sometimes!”

 

Vegeta glared at him from the ground. “I'm not!” he protested. “It's really my best armor!”

 

Goku laughed louder. “At least you're not worried about your hair…”

 

“Why I should be worried about my hair?” Vegeta blinked at him.

 

Goku plopped in the mud, next to Vegeta, not worried that he splashed the mud all over Vegeta. “No, you really shouldn't be,” he laughed again.

 

“You are weird,” Vegeta brushed the mud from his face with his hands.

 

“And you are funny,” Goku chuckled.

 

“No, I'm not!” Vegeta splashed the mud from his face onto Goku's.

 

“Oh, you little..!” Goku gasped, brushing the mud from his face. He looked at Vegeta with a naughty gleam on his face.

 

“I'm not little!” Vegeta half growled half laughed and caught a hold of Goku, pushing him all the way down into the mud on his back.

 

Goku laughed as he pushed Vegeta away from him and dunked the prince back into the mud, not caring about his best armor. Goku yelped when Vegeta somehow managed to lift him over his head and send him crashing and splashing headway into the mud.

 

Goku grinned as after several minutes he straddled Vegeta, pinning him to the ground. Vegeta's eyes widened as Goku suddenly unfastened his armor. Then he saw a naughty smirk and then Goku's fingers attacked his sides. Goku only laughed when Vegeta bucked and squirmed trying to throw him off. He always had known that Vegeta was ticklish!

 

“Stop!” Vegeta giggled silly, trying to push Goku's hand away from his ribs. “Hahaha… I'll fucking…hahaha…kill you! Hihihi!” he wiggled helplessly under Goku's assault.

 

“Oh, then I really can't let you go…” Goku grinned again, doubling his efforts.

 

Only when he saw tears coming from Vegeta's eyes and mixing with the flowing rain did he stop.

 

“Bastard,” Vegeta heaved still giggling, not managing to stop. He threw his head back to get some air into his burning lungs. “I'll kick…your ass…when I can…get up,” he promised panting.

 

Goku smirked at the prince. He laughed seeing Vegeta's eyes widen. “Nah,” he calmed Vegeta down, “you had enough. I even made you cry…”

 

“I didn't cry, you, moron!” Vegeta spat then again opened his mouth to pant.

 

Goku smiled to himself. Indeed Vegeta was funny. He let go of Vegeta and sat down on the muddy ground. He watched Vegeta's chest heave quickly, the rain washing the mud from Vegeta's face. He watched Vegeta's chest slow down its heaving. Vegeta's eyes opened to look at him, as the prince now had enough of oxygen.

 

Goku felt Vegeta start when his lips touched Vegeta's. He gathered his whole courage and pressed his lips tighter, his tongue darting out to brush over Vegeta's bottom lip to ask for entrance. Goku's heart felt like it was going to burst and he knew Vegeta under him could feel that. Vegeta seemed to be frozen, but he didn't push him away.

 

Goku shifted, moving more of his weight off Vegeta on his hands and tried again. He was so delighted when Vegeta's lips parted for him that let out a deep throaty purr, startling Vegeta again. For a moment Goku was afraid that Vegeta would push him away, but it didn't happen.

 

Goku's tongue completely dominated Vegeta's mouth, but at the same time it was the most tender and sensuous kiss Vegeta had ever had. The prince went with Goku when the bigger Saiyan's hands entangled in his wet and dirty hair, tugging his head to the side and deepening the kiss.

 

Goku broke the kiss and looked down at Vegeta. Vegeta hadn't been answering his kiss. The prince didn't push him away, but he wasn't playing back. That was worrying and scaring him. But it didn't look as if Vegeta would have minded what he did. In fact it had seemed that the prince had enjoyed it as much as he did.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku softly said, feeling his heart flutter.

 

Vegeta's eyes opened to give Goku a bit of a dazed and confused look. Then Vegeta's hand shot forward and fisted into Goku's spiky hair, tugging him down for another kiss.

 

Goku moaned into Vegeta's mouth as Vegeta's tongue began to spar with his. He hardly could believe that. And he already had given up! Idiot! Goku possessively gripped Vegeta's waist, his other hand entangling into wet raven-black hair. He groaned at the feel of Vegeta's hands on the back on his neck and in his own hair. His. Now Vegeta was his.

 

Vegeta tasted sweet. Long forbidden fruits have a tendency to taste sweet. Goku brought all his weight on Vegeta, their kisses deepening, growing more passionate each second. He felt Vegeta's hands roam over his back and then Goku became a bit unsure as he could feel that both of them were quite aroused. It neither was the time nor the place.

 

Goku regretfully broke the kiss, pulling away from Vegeta. He looked at the dazed, disheveled, dirty and soaked prince. Gods, he never knew Vegeta could look so beautiful… He smiled at Vegeta then laid his head down on Vegeta's chest. His other hand was still gripping Vegeta's waist, afraid to let go, dreading that if he did, Vegeta would simply disappear. He brushed Vegeta's chest, near his neck. Goku heard Vegeta sigh then one of Vegeta's hands fell on his back, other held him by his shoulder.

 

His. Vegeta was his. Finally.

 

“Is everything alright?”

 

Vegeta laughed softly, his chest shaking them both. “I don't know… Do you?”

 

Goku smiled into Vegeta's wet training suit. “I'm not sure, but I feel like it is.” He felt Vegeta brush over his back then Vegeta sighed.

 

“We'll see…” Vegeta looked at the crying sky. “Hell, I really hate this season.”

 

Goku smiled again, pressing himself even tighter to Vegeta if that was possible. This season was going to be Goku's favorite from now on. He contentedly snuggled into Vegeta's warm body.

 

“It's raining, Goku,” Vegeta gently tugged at Goku's hair.

 

Goku opened his eyes and turned to look at the sky. “True,” he said, smiling down at Vegeta. He slid off Vegeta to squat down besides him. He couldn't help kissing Vegeta again as the prince pulled himself up to sit down. Goku purred when, after they broke the kiss, Vegeta leaned into his chest. He embraced Vegeta, stroking his back, watching the rain fall on Vegeta's hair then trickling down over his back to fall to the earth.

 

Vegeta exhaled into Goku's chest when Goku tightly hugged him, pressing their bodies together. And Goku couldn't believe again that he already had rejected the possibility of this ever happening. He felt something deep shaking him violently, making him almost whimper and press Vegeta even tighter to him. He was afraid to let go.

 

XXXXX

 

They came home all wet, disheveled, covered in mud, tired but happy.

 

“Let's go to eat something,” Goku suggested as soon as his feet touched the ground.

 

Vegeta looked at Goku then at himself. “Shower first,” he shook his head before passing the gates with the curious guards gawking at them

 

After Goku fished two leaves and a branch out of his hair, he had to agree with Vegeta.

 

After Goku decided that he looked more or less presentable he rushed to the kitchen. It was not hunger driving him so hastily - it was the wish to see and speak with Vegeta again, to be sure that he didn't just dream it all. But Vegeta still wasn't in the kitchen when Goku reached it. Goku felt a spark of worry, but calmed himself down - Vegeta's showers took twice as long as his.

 

“So...?” Kamala entered the kitchen with a huge grin plastered all over his face.

 

Goku's brow rose at the inquiry, while he, standing at the stew pot with ladle in hand was now fishing, trying to catch more meat; it was late and the kitchen was empty, so he had to help himself with food. Goku shortly wondered how the hell Kamala knew and wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to share his most recent experiences with Vegeta.

 

“We made up,” Goku said finally.

 

“Like I don't know that,” Kamala rolled his eyes, quickly crossing the kitchen and plopping down on the bench near Goku. “I saw you two happy and all mushy outside, and Vegeta even let you stand four cm closer than usual…” Kamala smirked. “Even I don't get to stand so close beside him…”

 

Goku couldn't help smiling. But he still wasn't sure if Vegeta'd be angry with him if he talked about that `spar'. “Ask him,” he sighed, “if he wants, he'll tell.”

 

“Alright,” Kamala shrugged. He was impressed with Goku's discretion in dealing with these things.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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