Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 19 ( Chapter 19 )

Hello, Tweets! Glad you liked so far, and glad that you weren't lazy to tell me that.

 

Yes, I'll make Vegeta uke. Though, I never cared about that seme/uke bullshit. Though, I can tell that I rather see Vegeta as seme than uke. In this story (you see that this Vegeta is a bit different because he had different experience) I simply need to make him uke because I still have to deal with that rape he experienced. Goku needs to gain his trust. Otherwise I don't care about seme/uke at all. No normal relationship can exist if one would always take and never give back. In real life positions are easily changed and seme/uke don't have so much meaning. I already have been talking very much about this matter so simply don't want to repeat myself.

 

Well, you probably won't cringe while reading the main sex scene (not in this chapter anyway, here you'll find only oral sex, so no need to skip it), but sure, if it bothers you, no need to read. If you want to see another Vegeta's angle, just read my To Hell Together or Come Together. I promise you won't be disappointed.

 

 

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 19

 

“Morning,” Vegeta said as he entered the kitchen. The prince circled Kamala's bench then sat at Goku's side.

 

Goku exhaled the breath he had been holding. He was so relieved! - Yesterday Vegeta didn't come to the kitchen, and Goku was worried that Vegeta might have changed his mind about him and was regretting yesterday's `soft' moment. “Morning,” he happily nodded in answer. Goku hid his smile in the mug when he noticed Kamala staring at Vegeta stupefied: it was the first time that Vegeta ignored Kamala and sat next to Goku. “I waited for you yesterday,” Goku carefully said to Vegeta who was reaching for his plate of chops and salad.

 

“I fell asleep,” Vegeta's nose reddened a bit. He was a little embarrassed to admit that. Yesterday, after he took the shower and just lay down for a minute, telling himself that it would be only for a couple of minutes, was so tired that he didn't even feel it happen.

 

“Oh,” Goku scratched his head. Why didn't he think of that? - Vegeta was really tired yesterday after that spar. He felt completely relieved now.

 

They silently ate for some time. Goku was having a hard time showing interest in food while his hands ached to touch Vegeta so much. He had never felt such excitement before; he had never felt so alive before. He was afraid that he might wake up and see that this all was only a nice, deceitful dream.

 

“Can I see you after the meeting?” Goku asked Vegeta after they finished their meals. Goku felt himself blushing. He cursed himself, not understanding why he felt like a teenage idiot.

 

Vegeta nodded. He thought a moment about what to suggest: he didn't want to spar anymore, he was still sore from yesterday and they could hardly go anywhere - it was raining heavily. The prince decided to think of something on the spot. “Just come to my chambers,” he finally waved off. He turned to leave.

 

“Alright,” Goku smiled, delighted. Goku suddenly tugged Vegeta towards him and issued a deep kiss, ignoring Kamala and the two cooks at the stove; he actually wanted everyone to know that Vegeta belonged to him now, and anyone who would even dare to think about touching him would suffer his wrath. He then let go of Vegeta and kissed him on the cheek. “See you in the afternoon,” Goku purred.

 

Vegeta felt like a fool, just standing there, everyone watching him. “Err…right,” he nodded and shot through the door.

 

Goku grinned at Vegeta's back.

 

“Don't know how, but you have him,” Kamala chuckled at Goku, getting up from the bench. “Last time I saw him so excited was when Vedeno was born.”

 

Goku grinned wider, but then a shadow passed his face. “Gods, I was so afraid yesterday. I almost didn't sleep last night; I was so afraid that he got mad at me because of that kiss… I'm so glad he just fell asleep…”

 

“A kiss?” Kamala smiled, opening the kitchen door. “Clear then.”

 

“Hell, I don't know what to do now,” Goku sighed, following Kamala “I'm a bit…afraid and excited at the same time. I just…”

 

“Do whatever you want, just don't push him,” Kamala sipped his tea, on his way. “Never push him into bed. Let him feel he has control, make it his decision or otherwise you'll fuck everything up. He's careful with relationships and probably wouldn't like that at all. But now you are doing just fine. He's just a bit confused himself, that's all.”

 

Goku looked at Kamala seriously. “What happened between Vegeta and his bodyguard? It was a long time ago, but I know that it's not forgotten… Why did Vegeta kill him?”

 

Kamala halted. He looked at the mug in his hands. He sighed. “I even wasn't here then, but… I'm not sure if Vegeta did the right thing by killing him. I think there might have been a misunderstanding between them. Vegeta might have assumed something that wasn't true; Vegeta is quick to suspect and mistrust. From what he said, I think Vegeta made a very big mistake then, but Vegeta thinks he was right. I didn't want to tell him what I suspect, it happened a long time ago, and wouldn't change anything anyway, only will bring pain for him. I'll just say that Vegeta was in love with him, but it all had a terrible end. I can't say anything more. A promise is a promise. But, yes, if you want to know if that incident is influencing Vegeta's current behavior - yes, it is, and very much so.”

 

“I wish I knew more,” Goku sighed. “Then I would know how to act and what I need to avoid.”

 

“Oh, you are doing just fine,” Kamala shrugged. “Just don't push him. Forget that bodyguard.”

 

Goku silently followed Kamala to Vegeta's chambers. “Kamala…” he suddenly blushed, after they sat up on the couch, “I…well…” Goku fidgeted with his armor, trying to clean non-existing spots from it while his blush was spreading. “Well…I…you know…I've never…umm…I mean Vegeta and I…I don't know…” he looked at Kamala confused, then quickly spilled: “I have never slept with a male.”

 

“Oh,” Kamala watched Goku squirm and cough in embarrassment. He smiled then. “I should have known…” Really, from what Goku told him it was so obvious that Goku's never had sex with a male. “I'll try to be helpful,” Kamala scratched his head, feeling a bit weird, realizing that whatever he says, Goku would soon be doing to his best friend. “Though, I'm not sure why you are asking me… You should ask your brother or Raaven… I've only just slept with three men in my life… I'm not much of a help…”

 

Goku looked at Kamala dumbfounded then squirmed even more. “Oh… I thought… Well, you look like…” he blushed immensely.

 

Kamala rolled his eyes. “Just because I have a nice ass doesn't mean I sleep with the whole city…”

 

XXXXX

 

Goku didn't go to Raaven or Radditz. He decided he had way too much information for one day. Hell, and Kamala had slept with only three men?! In this case quality way surpassed quantity… Five orgasms in a row..? Oh my… Goku had felt like a young schoolboy while listening to Kamala. Then what tricks were his brother and Raaven doing in bed?! He had never ever been even close to those described things with Chichi…

 

He probably shouldn't have asked Kamala about ALL THAT, for now he was burning to try ALL THAT with Vegeta. But Kamala told him not to rush. Hell, how could one not rush, when it's the only thing that one can think about? All that pent up frustration and excitement are just screaming to be let out. He wanted sex, and badly, he wanted Vegeta. All the time Vegeta was sitting with him on that bench in the kitchen, he could hardly keep his hands off him, he wanted to touch, to caress Vegeta.

 

Goku knocked at Vegeta's door. Nobody answered. Kamala was probably away training, and Vedeno was with his tutors or playing with rasis. Good, he needed to be alone for some time and cool off.

 

It was still raining. Goku sat down in his favorite chair next to the window. Now he didn't see the rain as depressing, it might have been the same rain that helped him to get close with Vegeta or simply that he was too happy to be depressed.

 

Goku turned around at the sound of door opening. “Hi,” he smiled at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta's tail swished behind him in his own way of greeting. The prince approached the table, threw his gloves on it and dropped in the chair opposite Goku. “Gods, how I hate this…”

 

Goku could understand Vegeta perfectly, but couldn't change anything. Goku looked at the gloves on the table. This Vegeta almost didn't wear them except in official meetings or battles. And Goku liked that. He liked the feel of Vegeta's warm hands in his hair yesterday. Vegeta's hands were very small and well groomed in comparison to his, but then again - Vegeta probably was never told to dig up the whole field with his bare hands as he and Krillin were while under Master Roshi's tutorship…

 

Vegeta's skin was much darker than his. Vegeta was darker by nature. Goku could bet he's spent many more hours under the sun than Vegeta has, and still, his skin has never been as tanned as Vegeta's skin is.

 

Vegeta was smaller than him. Vegeta was smaller than all the Saiyans he knew, but that never disturbed him. The opposite - that made Vegeta even more appealing to his eye. The prince's almost petite frame made his blood burn each time he'd catch sight of him. Each time he looked at that narrow waist and curvy hips he wanted to run his hands over Vegeta's sides to feel those lines and feel those hard muscles and that tanned skin under his fingers.

 

He liked Vegeta's hair very much. It reminded him of a flame. And Goku found it very sensible because it represented Vegeta's character - a fiery flame. Though sometimes Vegeta's character annoyed him, mostly it amazed him. Of course it amazed him, otherwise he would have never fallen in love with Vegeta.

 

Goku approached Vegeta's chair and squatted down next to it. “I figured we could go to the swimming pool. You probably still don't feel like sparring…” Goku said.

 

“Hell, I don't,” Vegeta chuckled, agreeing. He stood up and turned around, intending to go to change. Vegeta gasped as Goku caught him by his waist and drew him with his back to his front.

 

“You smell very nice,” Goku nuzzled Vegeta's throat from behind.

 

“I'm going into heat,” Vegeta involuntarily shivered at Goku's administrations. Goku unclasped the bottom buckles of the armor. He closed his eyes when Goku's hand slid up from his waist to his chest to draw small circles there. It felt good. His body already was more sensitive than usual. He heard the rest of the clasps click, then his armor slid from his body to the floor. Vegeta leaned his head back on Goku's shoulder as the other Saiyan devoured his throat.

 

“No,” Goku grazed at Vegeta's shoulder. “You always smell very nice.” He ran his hands over Vegeta's sides, feeling Vegeta shiver at the contact, the prince's breath quickening. He turned Vegeta's head so that he could kiss him, purred as Vegeta eagerly participated and turned around to deepen the kiss.

 

Goku felt something furry brush over his hand that was on Vegeta's waist. He looked down and saw that Vegeta's tail had unwrapped from the prince's waist and now was loosely sliding down Vegeta's hips. And Goku realized something else - he had been rubbing himself against Vegeta. It was time to finish this small cuddle. He nibbled on Vegeta's collarbone for the last time then softly nudged Vegeta away from him. “Go change or we'll never reach that swimming pool.”

 

There was a slightly dazed expression on Vegeta's face then the prince's tail returned to its place, the tip still slightly twitching. Goku watched as Vegeta picked out clothes from his closet, then went to change in the bathroom.

 

So, Vegeta was going into heat. Goku wasn't sure if he was very glad about that: it might make things much easier, but he wasn't sure if he would know when Vegeta would be affected by his heat and when it would be Vegeta's own choice. Vegeta would be eager for contact, but after the heat it might appear that it was only a moment of madness…

 

XXXXX

 

Water was perfect. Goku shed his clothes, leaving only his boxers. Ironic, but it seemed the closer he and Vegeta became, the shyer he got about his body. He had that tendency - he never was shy over his body, but as soon as it was associated with sex he would start feeling embarrassed.

 

Goku's eyes glued on Vegeta while watching Vegeta undress. He had to turn away as he felt a familiar stirring down between his legs. He wondered if Vegeta found him at least half as attractive as he found Vegeta.

 

They made several circles then splashed themselves a bit more and then lay down on the warm floor, gazing through the glass decking in the roof.

 

Goku savored the feeling of closeness. They were silent, but that silence was telling much more than words. That was why he liked Vegeta's company: Vegeta never talked much, but while beside Vegeta he almost never felt the silence weigh him down, it rather felt like he's sharing something with Vegeta, a silent secret, and that always made him feel closer to the prince.

 

Goku pulled himself on his elbows. Vegeta's eyes opened at the sound of shifting. When Vegeta's dark eyes concentrated on Goku's, Goku just couldn't help it: before he knew it, he was squatting then kneeling down besides Vegeta, lifting him, kissing him, touching him.

 

Goku cupped Vegeta's head, turning it to the side to deepen the kiss, as he couldn't get enough of that sweet citrus. He ran his tongue over Vegeta's already swollen lips then plunged into the depths again. His one hand left Vegeta's head to caress Vegeta's bare chest then it slid lower to perch on the prince's narrow waist. Goku swallowed Vegeta's groan as he accidentally brushed over Vegeta's tail. Goku decided to go with that and gently ran his fingers over the soft fur. He was excited to feel Vegeta shiver and tremble under his hand. Goku couldn't help thinking that it was such a different feeling from that when they sparred: usually his victory over Vegeta didn't excite him much, but this was a completely different thing - here their power was equal.

 

Vegeta was now on his knees too, his hands fisted into Goku's spikes, his body pressed to Goku's. Goku let out a deep purr when they parted for air. After searching Vegeta's face he was sure that Vegeta was as excited as he. Without his even realizing, a groan escaped Goku's lips - this is what he wanted to see, to feel - that Vegeta wanted him, that Vegeta found his caresses pleasant.

 

Goku nudged Vegeta's head to the side, started nuzzling and grazing on the prince's neck and shoulder. Even if he'd wanted, he couldn't have held back his broad satisfied grin as, after he nuzzled the spot, Vegeta's whole body jerked in his arms, the prince's mouth opening in a soundless cry: Vegeta was ready too.

 

They both were ready. More than ready. Goku's breath shuddered at the feel of something hard pressing against his thigh. As they hardly wore clothes it was easy to guess what it was. He lowered his head to Vegeta's chest to tease Vegeta's nipples. Goku drew a small circle there with his tongue, not ever touching the nipple, teasing the dark skin around it. Goku's ear caught the sharp intake of air when he suddenly nibbled on the nub with his teeth. He wanted to worship Vegeta, make him more responsive; he wanted to hear Vegeta groan, moan, pant and scream for him. He sharply sucked on the nipple, his hands roaming over Vegeta's body, touching, exploring, caressing and making Vegeta's body hotter and harder.

 

Goku felt himself start to shake when Vegeta's body finally overcame his restraints and control and Vegeta's muffled gasps turned into groans and moans that were increasing in sound with each passing second. He felt Vegeta's hand fist into his hair, his other sliding down his back to press their almost nude forms together. Goku's head was tugged back, his neck exposed for Vegeta. Goku mewed feeling Vegeta's mouth devour him with fervor. Now, when Vegeta finally began to touch him back he wasn't so sure it was so good idea anymore, but it was too good to protest. He had never felt so aroused in his entire life - Vegeta's scent and hot body, his groans, moans and caresses made him burn with lust. He had never experienced something so intoxicating and mind blowing. All awareness was threatening to leave him, giving all the control to the painful hardness in return.

 

Goku shifted, hooking his hands under the rim of Vegeta's boxer's. As soon as his hands touched Vegeta's skin, he felt a slight push at his chest. After lifting his head to look at Vegeta he met two big shimmering orbs. Kamala was right, Vegeta wasn't going to let him do that, and he'd better not push the prince. Goku leaned to capture Vegeta's lips in a short reassuring kiss. He was a bit disappointed, but it was no big deal - they still could have lots of fun.

 

Not letting his eyes from Vegeta's he moved his hands lower, pulling Vegeta's boxers down. And he became a little worried after noticing Vegeta's nervousness skyrocket. Gods, what was Vegeta so nervous about? Surely the prince wasn't a virgin? - Vegeta was 37 years old, and Kamala had said Vegeta had lovers!

 

If Goku at first didn't intend to inform Vegeta as to what he was going to do, now he felt the need to do that, in case Vegeta decided to run away, which according to Vegeta's facial expression, was highly likely.

 

“How you'd fancy oral sex?” Goku purred, hoping that Vegeta's mood wasn't spoiled, and that Vegeta would agree. He almost sighed in relief after Vegeta's features visibly relaxed.

 

“I'd fancy it very much,” Vegeta half purred, half laughed, tugging Goku's head down for a kiss.

 

Goku eagerly responded to the kiss, his hands meanwhile working Vegeta's boxers out of his way. Not bad at all, Goku thought throwing a quick look down between Vegeta's thighs, to be more precise at his stomach. He shifted then and leaned to flick his tongue over the arousal's head. Vegeta's hand gripped on his shoulder, a short gasp escaping him.

 

It wasn't comfortable like that. Goku pulled Vegeta to his feet, nudging him with his back to the small bench near the wall, and at the same time getting rid of Vegeta's boxers completely. He pushed Vegeta to sit down on it, himself kneeling between Vegeta's legs, placing one hand on the bench, next to Vegeta for support.

 

Vegeta leaned his back on the wall, his body tense and eager for the oncoming pleasure. He huffed and gripped on Goku's hair and shoulders when Goku took him all in his mouth without any warning. Vegeta just somehow knew the younger Saiyan was grinning now around him. Goku drew his head back then again moved down, relaxing his throat and taking Vegeta as deep as he could.

 

Vegeta leaned his head back at the wall, his eyes dazed and hooded while he watched Goku's head bob up and down over his lap. It was a long time ago when he had experienced such pleasure, he had missed it, and badly. He felt Goku's hand grip him firmly on the waist, as he couldn't help thrusting into that wet and lusty mouth. Goku kept him in place while he was getting hotter and hotter with each passing second. He wanted to fist his hands in those black spikes and go faster. He groaned loudly when Goku cupped his testicles and began to roll and play with them. His mind went completely blank as he panted, the heat between his legs becoming unbearable. He grabbed Goku by his hair and pushed him down then up and down again but much faster and making Goku take him deeper. Goku let him do that, and though somewhere in the back of his mind Vegeta knew he was gagging the other Saiyan, he didn't actually care, he was beyond caring now.

 

Goku felt Vegeta's nails scratch his scalp with frantic and already hardly coherent movements then Vegeta's body strained and Goku heard a loud growl-groan and the next second his mouth was filled with warm seed, half of which dripped down his chin. Vegeta's grip on his hair lessened then Vegeta let go completely, letting him draw back. Goku wiped his chin, his eyes fixing on Vegeta. Vegeta looked to be pleasantly drained - his one hand still on Goku's back, the other on his shoulder, his head resting against the wall, his eyes closed, his chest still heaving quickly. Vegeta was purring softly.

 

“I see you enjoyed that,” Goku's lust filled voice made Vegeta open his eyes and look at the other Saiyan.

 

“One could say that,” Vegeta suddenly leaned to capture Goku's mouth, showing how greatly he had enjoyed the blowjob. He felt his own taste in Goku's mouth while sparring with Goku's tongue. He could feel Goku's impatient hands roam over his body.

 

Goku felt a bit of regret when Vegeta's mouth engulfed him. He wouldn't have minded Vegeta taking him. If Vegeta had some issues with anal sex, Goku really didn't. Luckily, that vigorous and hot mouth soon washed all regret away.

 

XXXXX

 

There was a loud growl somewhere near. Vegeta startled from his sleep. Before even opening his eyes he instinctively tried to shift away from the source of that threatening sound. The same time he completely woke up and his eyes opened, he felt a death grip on his waist.

 

“Vegeta!”

 

Vegeta's eyes quickly left Goku's chest to look at Kamala.

 

“Finally. Are you deaf or what?” Kamala cursed. “Turn that thing off,” he motioned to growling Goku at Vegeta's side. Goku was possessively clutching Vegeta to him, his eyes locked with Zarbon's who was standing behind Kamala's back.

 

Vegeta's confused gaze concentrated on Goku. Then finally the prince remembered and realized that they both were lying naked on the floor of the swimming pool, and that for some reason Kamala and Zarbon were here, eyeing them. Vegeta felt a wish to press himself even closer to Goku to hide his nudity. He suppressed the urge. “Get the fuck away from here!” instead he shouted, turning back to the Naydir and Kamala. Goku's growl instinctively increased in sound at his harsh tone.

 

“Prince Vegeta…” Zarbon started.

 

“Vegeta, dress!” Kamala shouted back at Vegeta, laughing. “And now! We won the fucking war!”

 

“What?!” Vegeta gasped. He smacked Goku to shut up with his growling and listen.

 

“The Earth joined us. They will be here in about a week,” Kamala happily grinned at them.

 

“Earth?!” Goku and Vegeta shouted together.

 

“Yes. Their leader contacted us and offered a pact. Your father already agreed.”

 

“What cost?” Vegeta immediately tensed, switching to a diplomatic mode.

 

“That's the best part - none,” Kamala grinned. “Only an agreement to send our troops to the lizards' planet with the Earth warriors, which of course we'll gladly do.”

 

“Can't be,” Vegeta shook his head. “This must be a trap.” They were all in a desperate position, and anyone who would join them could ask a very high price, because they could choose the winner's side which in this case was the Cold's Empire.

 

“It's not a trap,” Kamala shook his head. “The Earth was just threatened by King Cold's Empire and they decided to join us. Somehow it appeared that Earth people were unaware of the war going on earlier.”

 

“How they could have been unaware?” Vegeta blinked.

 

“Well, have you ever heard about that Earth before Goku?” Kamala asked.

 

“Well…no,” Vegeta had to agree.

 

“It seems that the Earth was considered a worthless planet with a bunch of primitives and nobody ever took interest in that planet or contacted it,” Kamala nodded. “But believe me, from what they've shown us, I can tell that that bunch of primitives somehow managed to make a squadron of spaceships that puts ours to shame. They don't even need much - only several hundred spaceships and good tactics.”

 

“They have technique, but they don't have physical power,” Zarbon nodded. “That's why they need us, because, even if they managed to land on the lizard's planet, they could do not much.”

 

“Umm…” Vegeta thought a moment. “That sounds too good to be true. We need to be careful.”

 

“The King thinks the same,” Zarbon nodded, agreeing. “We need help so badly that it might be an easy victory over us.”

 

“I want to talk with their commander,” Vegeta declared. “They will be here in a week, so we'll have time to sequester them if necessary. And first they'll have to dispose of the lizards near Vegetasei. That's good.”

 

“You father and others are meeting to discuss the situation in ten minutes,” Kamala informed him nonchalantly. “Better get dressed,” he grinned, winking at Vegeta.

 

Vegeta glared at him. “So why the fuck are you two still here?! Who let you in, anyway?!”

 

“Not each day I get to see a Saiyan Prince naked…” Zarbon smirked. He almost jumped back at loud Goku's growl. “…And his so called bodyguard too…” he added amused by Goku's reaction.

 

“You father sent several guards to inform you about the news and fetch you,” Kamala grinned at Vegeta, “but they didn't dare disturb you both… Riam saw me and asked if I could wake you up.”

 

“Fuck,” Vegeta groaned. Now the entire damn planet would be gossiping.

 

“Better stop that,” Kamala rolled his eyes at Goku as the Saiyan bared his canines at Zarbon. “He's not even Vegeta's taste. Better be prepared for humans - they might want to shake Vegeta's hand in greeting…”

 

“Kamala, get the fuck out of here!” Vegeta yelled. He looked around for something to throw at the insolent Saiyan, but just let out a short, disappointed growl when he didn't find anything, except his farther lying boxers.

 

Kamala just laughed at Vegeta then swished his tail behind his back for farewell and was gone. Zarbon ran after Kamala, as without Kamala there was no one to protect him from two annoyed Saiyans.

 

“Annoying bastard,” Vegeta snorted, pushing Goku off him when they finally were alone. “Let go,” he sighed as Goku's grip only tightened on him. “Not you, that idiot…” he sighed again.

 

Goku gave a quick peck to Vegeta's lips, releasing the prince. He stood up too and went to gather his clothes. Goku still was dazed by events: Vegeta, war, Earth, Zarbon. Why the hell had he reacted to Zarbon like that? All right, he didn't want anybody to look at Vegeta like that, to even think about touching Vegeta or even think about Vegeta in that manner; Vegeta was going into heat and Vegeta was his. But he perfectly knew that Vegeta didn't find Zarbon attractive. If anything, he should be more concerned about Kamala. Logically Kamala would be a bigger opponent than Zarbon, but the thing was that while Zarbon was curiously watching them both, Kamala's eyes couldn't have cared less about Vegeta - Kamala had been ogling him, not Vegeta.

 

TBC