Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 21 ( Chapter 21 )

Hello, Wild Melody! Glad you liked Deep Circle so far. There's going to be some more citrus, I promise.

 

Hello, Fredicus! Oh, well, thanks for your suggestions, but the thing is that the story is already written and I won't add or leave anything out. It's written, it's finished and now I just enjoy posting it.

Glad you liked Deep Circle! Hope the further chapters won't disappoint you.

 

 

 

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 x Vegeta.

 

Part 21

 

“Vegeta,” Goku knocked at the prince's door, “can we talk?” He entered the room after Vegeta agreed.

 

Goku suddenly didn't know how to start. Vegeta was sitting in his chair, looking at him, waiting. “Oh,” Goku suddenly felt very delighted when he noticed his flowers on Vegeta's table. “I thought you threw them away…” he slowly sat in his armchair adjacent to Vegeta.

 

Vegeta sighed. Kamala had been right - he had hurt Goku, and very much. “No,” he shook his head. “It's a nice custom.”

 

The next second Goku was in front of Vegeta, pulling Vegeta into an embrace. And Goku again was delighted to hear Vegeta purr.

 

“I'm sorry,” Vegeta sighed into Goku's chest. “Lately…”

 

“Shhh…” Goku gave a quick peck to Vegeta's cheek. “You were busy. It's a big responsibility…”

 

Butterflies fluttered in Vegeta's stomach when Goku issued a deep, mind-blowing kiss. Goku's hand was entangled in his hair on his nape, his other hand holding Vegeta by the small of his back, pressing their bodies together. Vegeta's hands moved to Goku's shoulders and back as the kiss intensified with growing passion.

 

Goku smiled at Vegeta after they parted, their lips glistening with saliva. Goku brushed over Vegeta's lips with his fingers to swab it. He sat in the chair, pulling Vegeta in his lap.

 

“So how was the meeting?” he asked, nuzzling Vegeta's throat. He was a bit disappointed that Vegeta's heat had lasted for only three days, and the prince already had only a very faint scent of it. Goku wondered if Vegeta's heat always was so short and how many times a year did Vegeta have it; it might be a problem if they ever tried for children.

 

Vegeta turned his head to the side, silently requesting more attention. “I don't know. I haven't been there.”

 

“Why?” Goku asked surprised. “I thought you were going to?”

 

“I wasn't in the mood for that,” Vegeta shrugged.

 

“Oh,” Goku smiled. “And what you were in the mood for?”

 

Vegeta squirmed in Goku's embrace. “I was a bit…sad.”

 

“Sad?” Goku blinked in surprise. He was surprised too, that Vegeta had admitted that. “But why?”

 

“Can we talk about something else?” Vegeta shook his head.

 

“Yes, of course,” Goku nodded, not wanting to upset Vegeta. He grinned then into Vegeta's hair. “I have some news from Radditz and Raaven.”

 

“What news?” Vegeta asked curiously while wallowing in sensations of Goku's warm body pressed to his back.

 

“Raaven is pregnant,” Goku smiled, kissing Vegeta's nape.

 

Vegeta shifted then gave a soft chuckle. “So, Radditz got him in the end…”

 

“I think Kamala will be very happy to hear that,” Goku brushed over Vegeta's shoulder then arm.

 

“Yes, he will,” Vegeta nodded. “He was babbling about kids a long time ago, even before the two were mated…” Vegeta frowned then. “They'll have to undergo many difficulties…that child will be half Elite, half third-class. Usually when it happened earlier, the child was killed.”

 

Goku gasped, his grip on Vegeta tightening. “You won't let that happen, will you?”

 

“No,” Vegeta shook his head. “But it might be a bit messy if my father decided the opposite…”

 

“You can have a word with him privately…”

 

“A threat, you mean?” Vegeta chuckled. “Things between us don't work like that. I could do that, and sometimes that's exactly what I have done, but he knows that I have no intention of challenging him or weakening his power. He's a good monarch, Goku. As a person… It's not me who should judge, but…I don't like many of the things he does or has done in the past. He's a self-obsessed, cruel and manipulating bastard, but in politics, that comes in very handy…”

 

Goku was silent for some time then squirmed under Vegeta. “And what you think about our relationship? Would we have trouble?”

 

Vegeta laughed softly. “No, we won't. The entire planet considers you Elite, and even if they somehow got wind of the truth, we can easily shut them up. There's no such thing on this planet that you can't reach with your power…” he smirked at Goku.

 

Goku put his head on Vegeta's shoulder. “And you..? You know who I am…”

 

Vegeta fell silent then sighed. “It's only a rank. It doesn't mean much. He felt Goku's breath on his neck when Goku exhaled. “And…you are not a third-class, Goku. I don't know why Radditz didn't tell you that. I…I made a bit of an investigation…” he blushed a little.

 

“Bardock mated forty years ago,” Vegeta continued. “The female he mated was some unknown warrior. He found her half dead somewhere in the woods. Nobody knew where she did come from. After some time she fell pregnant with Radditz and she and Bardock mated. Later she got pregnant with y…” Vegeta faltered, “Kakarott. She died while giving birth to him.” Vegeta felt Goku shiver. “She was Elite, Goku. She was from the very well known Darsii clan. I found documents with the photography - her clan was looking for her. I don't know why she never went back, how she managed to hide from them and why she stayed with Bardock. Maybe she had some issues with her clan, maybe she simply fell in love with Bardock and didn't want to be separated. I don't know; these are the questions Bardock knows the answers to. But she was Elite, which makes you something between Elite and third-class. That power you have didn't simply come like that…” Vegeta snapped his fingers.

 

“Oh, God…” Goku exhaled. “I…I had no idea…” He was silent for a while. “So the story repeats itself over and over…”

 

Vegeta nodded then laughed softly. “It seems so. I wonder what Bardock's blood has to make us fall for you… Raaven and…”

 

Goku felt his heart flutter. He shifted Vegeta to see his face. “Vegeta, come with me?” he suddenly began to kiss Vegeta's eyes, cheeks, nose. “Please, come with me to Earth. If I manage to get back to my home, will you go with me? Please… I can't stay here…I can't leave my sons… Please, go with me…” he cried against Vegeta's neck, his tears running down Vegeta's clothes.

 

“Yes,” Vegeta pressed his cheek to Goku's, his breathing hitched. “Yes, I'll go with you.”

 

“Oh, Gods,” Goku closed his eyes, pressing Vegeta tightly to him, his heart beating madly, tears streaming uncontrollably. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Vegeta,” he cried fervently kissing Vegeta's shoulder and neck.

 

“But…” Vegeta tensed, “with one condition…” he felt Goku tense too. “I want to take Vedeno and Kamala with me…”

 

“Of course,” Goku almost laughed in joy, as it appeared he could gladly fulfill this Vegeta's wish. “Everything you want.”

 

Vegeta tensed again. “I…I have to tell you something…” He wasn't sure if he really wanted to tell this. No, he was sure that he didn't want, but he was sure that he had to tell.

 

“What?” Goku shivered at Vegeta's tone. Vegeta sounded afraid. Why would Vegeta be afraid?

 

Vegeta fidgeted with his own fingers then exhaled heavily, making Goku even more nervous. “Twenty years ago… I was seventeen back then…when I made that stupid mistake and got caught by Frieza's patrols. I…I was brought to Frieza,” Vegeta closed his eyes, gathering all his courage. “We were on the spaceship, I…” Vegeta felt himself shaking. He wanted to press himself to Goku, but was too afraid. “He…he raped me…just to show who was in charge… I…”

 

“Shhh…” Goku pulled Vegeta tighter to him. “Don't worry, I figured out as much. Maybe sometimes I can be completely dense, but not all the time… I knew there was a good reason for you to go Super Saiyan…”

 

“You…you knew?” Vegeta stared at Goku in disbelief, his eyes wide and fixed on Goku's.

 

“Not until today,” Goku sighed. “I always thought that you had plenty of lovers, partners, call as you like… But when it appeared that you had only one…” Goku reached out to caress Vegeta's face. “I began to look for reasons. I remembered your reaction to Cooler, to other lizards, other things… Everything fell into place,” he fell silent. “Gods, if I ever see him again..!” he suddenly hissed in fury. He felt lost when Vegeta clung to him shaking. “Shh…” he stroked Vegeta's back. “It's all right. It's in the past… stop thinking about it. He will never touch you again.”

 

Vegeta's shaking only increased. “N-no… I'm not… because of that…” he sniffled out. “It's just… I didn't think,” he sniffled, “I didn't think that while knowing this someone would still want me…”

 

“Silly Vegeta,” Goku kissed Vegeta's temple then gently rocked him in his lap. He soothingly brushed over Vegeta's back again. “It's stupid. Our past makes us who we are. I made the biggest mistake leaving my son back there for seven years, but if not for that, I'd never have realized how much I love him, how much I need him and what a fool I was to leave him. The same is with you: you are who you are because of your past. I like the person you are. I wouldn't change anything in you. And I don't need anything more, only you,” Goku smiled at Vegeta's teary eyes and wet cheeks. He reached for Vegeta's chin to tilt his head to kiss him fully on his mouth. He smiled into the kiss at the feel of Vegeta's hands in his hair and on his nape.

 

“Go to sleep,” Goku brushed over Vegeta's cheek after they parted. “You are very tired.”

 

Vegeta nodded. That was truth - all that emotional turmoil had drained him. And although he felt immensely happy, he felt immensely tired too. “Stay with me?” he motioned to the bed.

 

“Sure,” Goku gave a quick peck to Vegeta's lips before picking Vegeta up, intending to carry Vegeta to the bed. He had to let go of Vegeta as the prince squirmed madly.

 

“I can walk,” Vegeta crunched his nose at Goku, blushing faintly. He walked over to the bed as if demonstrating that.

 

“I see that…” Goku chuckled. He approached the bed and, following Vegeta's example, tugged his boots off then curled next to Vegeta in the bed. Goku didn't think that undressing would be a good idea.

 

Goku embraced Vegeta when the prince snuggled closer to his chest and put his head in the crook of his shoulder. He smiled contentedly, caressed Vegeta's side and the next moment was asleep.

 

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Bulma looked around. The hall was very big and spacious. Bulma felt her skin tingling at the curious glances the Saiyans were giving her and her friends. She didn't feel afraid, she just felt a tad weird. She knew they would be big and muscular, but this… It was like she had entered heaven: only men and all gorgeous! Her friend probably thought the same as she kept elbowing her in her ribs.

 

“Bulma, can we take some back to Earth?” her friend asked. “Lately I feel very lonely…” she giggled.

 

“We are on a mission here. There's a war going on,” Bulma shook her head. “But after we win…” she smirked adjusting her long blue hair with her hand, “we are taking a whole ship of them with us. For cultural exploration, of course,” she smirked wider, winking at one short, but very handsome Saiyan.

 

“Bulma, can I have this one?” her friend pointed at the Saiyan who was standing behind the shorter one. “I like his hair. He looks so wild!”

 

Goku blushed immensely. “Jesus Christ, Chichi, you never told me that…”

 

Chichi gasped. Her face flushed bright red to match Goku's.

 

“You speak Terran?” Bulma asked Goku. She had long forgotten how to blush.

 

“Yeah, it seems so,” Goku gave her a grin. But then Goku became very serious. “I'm afraid you can't have this one,” he squeezed Vegeta's shoulder under his hand. “He's taken.”

 

“Pity,” Bulma crunched her pointy nose, regretfully looking at the short Saiyan, standing against Goku. “Can we negotiate?” she flashed her best seductive smile at Goku.

 

“No way,” Goku shook his head. “He's mine.”

 

“Yours?!” Bulma chocked. “You what, gay?”

 

“Err…” Goku scratched his head. “Sort of… We all here are sort of gay…” he chuckled at Bulma's face.

 

“I see…” Bulma put her arms akimbo after Goku explained to her about the Saiyan nature in shorter version. “So, you are bisexual? Fine with me,” she shrugged, not even letting Goku finish talking. “Even funnier,” she winked at him. “So you are the Saiyan representative?” she asked, looking around. “But then who is that?” she pointed at the Saiyan king sitting on the throne and patiently waiting for Goku to shut up.

 

“No, I'm not their…err…our representative,” Goku shook his head. “I can interpret if you need, but the Saiyan King,” he motioned to the throne, “is the Saiyan people's representative. And this is the Prince,” he motioned with his head to Vegeta. He knew they would have to be introduced to each other with formalities and such, but he wanted Bulma to know to be more careful.

 

“Ooh, lucky,” Bulma sighed, “your own prince…” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh my God! Who is that?! Tell me who's that handsome! That who's standing next to the king! Who's that?”

 

“Kamala,” Goku chuckled. “The King's mate,” he saw Bulma's face fall. “But if you tried hard enough…”

 

“Nah,” Bulma waved off. “I like the easy way.” Bulma turned to her friend. “Want that one, Chichi? He's hard to get, should be fun.”

 

“No,” Chichi shook her head. “I like this one,” she winked at Goku.

 

Goku just slapped himself on the forehead.

 

XXXXX

 

It appeared that on her way to Vegetasei, Bulma already had learned the Saiyan language and she didn't need Goku's help as an interpreter. After an hour's length of introductions and formalities they finally sat in the Meeting Hall, at the big, heavy table and began the real thing.

 

Bulma had brought a device to Vegetasei that she had designed on her own that was able to put out of action any protective shield. At first the king was a bit skeptical, but after Bulma made several demonstrations and proved the device's capability, it was clear that Vegetasei hadn't seen such good news since the last time, when Goku and Vegeta planned that attack on the patrol spaceships that had been hovering over Vegetasei.

 

As soon as all the details were discussed and cleared, Bulma's two hundred most modernly designed ships were refueled and soon, accompanied by two hundred Saiyan and Naydirs' ships, set off to the Ice-jins' home planet.

 

Vegeta and Goku, of course, went together with Bulma in one ship. Just in case. Actually there were so many volunteers to go to the lizards' native planet that there was not enough ships on Vegetasei to take everyone.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku contentedly leaned at Vegeta's side. A soft purr escaped Goku's lips when Vegeta's eyes opened and the prince reached for Goku to draw him closer for a kiss.

 

It was as if Goku was in a dream - everything was perfect: Vegeta was his, Vegeta wanted him, Vegeta was happy, and they were going to win the war. The only thing that kept Goku from losing his head from happiness - he wanted to see his sons.

 

Goku snuggled closer to Vegeta's bare chest. He threw his arm over Vegeta's waist, feeling Vegeta's silky tail brush over his side for goodnight. Goku bit his lip at the feel of soft fur sliding over his skin. If only Vegeta knew what he was doing to him… Sometimes he hardly was able to control his desire, his lust for Vegeta. Sometimes he wanted nothing more than to indulge in other's body, only to take him and fulfill that pent-up itch for Vegeta, to finally make the prince his once and for all.

 

But he was waiting; he respected and loved Vegeta enough to wait. He knew that Vegeta had some issues with that matter and he didn't want to push the prince. It actually wasn't too bad, actually it wasn't bad at all: they were busy most of the time with planning and preparing, but they still had several sets of oral sex and other activities. If Vegeta needed time, he would give Vegeta all the time in the universe. The most important thing for him was that Vegeta was with him and that Vegeta was ready to follow him home, to his dimension; of course, if he ever managed to find a way to get back.

 

Goku realized that it might get a bit confusing if Vegeta, Kamala and Vedeno traveled with him to his dimension and met that other Vegeta, but he didn't care much, besides he knew that both Vegetas had enough sense not to kill each other. He only cared that Vegeta would be with him, with other things he believed that he could manage to cope.

 

After Goku woke up he decided to see Bulma and finally ask about Dragon Balls.

 

It took him time to orient in the homogeneous corridor-maze, but in the end he finally reached Bulma's door. The guards who were situated at Bulma's door informed Bulma and let him pass.

 

Goku couldn't suppress a laugh: Bulma was on the bed, sitting on a young Saiyan's lap, the Saiyan's tail in her fingers. Goku saw the Saiyan blush fiercely after he noticed Goku in the doorway. Goku knew him; he had seen the guy many times in the castle. The Saiyan muttered something and shot past Goku through the door, yelping when his tail got entangled between Bulma's fingers.

 

“You scared him,” Bulma crunched her nose regretfully, after the guy was gone. “It took me a whole ten minutes to convince him to come here,” she pouted, displeased.

 

“I should punish him for that,” Goku chuckled, “or at least tell Vegeta about him…” As the prince's bodyguard and lover, and supposedly having almost equal power with the prince's he was almost in the same league as Vegeta himself which gave Goku the power to order every Saiyan around.

 

Bulma slid down from the bed and stood up. “Pah, we even didn't kiss,” she adjusted her hair, quickly glancing at the big oblong mirror. “What can you punish him for?”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. Bulma was trying to seduce him. He pulled the chair from the corner and sat down. “Get serious, Bulma. I want to talk with you.”

 

Bulma sat up opposite Goku, crossing her legs. “I'm always serious. Even when I'm having fun,” she looked Goku in the eye. “So what do you want?”

 

“I want to talk about the Dragon Balls,” Goku tried not to miss Bulma's facial expression.

 

Bulma's eyes slightly widened. She stared at Goku for some time. “How do you know about them?”

 

“No, I never managed to gather them all,” Bulma shook her head after Goku had introduced her to the piece of his past that they had spent together. “I have four of them. As far as I know one should be somewhere deep in a Volcano in Darika, another in Kawuilo Sea. But I stopped looking for them a long time ago. Believe me or not, but I had more important things to do than running after some balls,” she shrugged.

 

“It's not a fairy tail, Bulma,” Goku shook his head. “We found them all. We made plenty wishes after that… I saw the Dragon, as did you…”

 

Bulma's eyes widened in a wild excitement, but then suddenly narrowed at Goku.

 

Goku nodded his head. “Yes, I'd like to use the radar and gather them all. After the wish is made the Dragon Balls will recharge after a year, so you could use them again.” He wasn't afraid to tell all that to Bulma. Bulma was a clever woman. Dragon Balls were safe with her.

 

Bulma clearly was hesitating. “And what wish do you want to make?” she suspiciously eyed Goku.

 

“Really better than yours…” Goku softly laughed.

 

Bulma looked at him interested. She didn't really believe in that entire story Goku told her. It was very convincing - Goku knew many facts of her personal life - but somebody could have simply passed that information on to Goku. “And what did I want?” she asked.

 

“A boyfriend.”

 

Bulma leaned back in her chair. She was a little scared. True, her first wish would have been for a boyfriend. Later she had been looking for Dragon Balls to cure her ill mother, later on to revive her dead father, but she gave up. Nobody ever knew then what she had been planning to wish for, she never told anyone. Goku knew somehow. It seemed that Goku was telling the truth.

 

“So what's your wish?” she asked again.

 

“I want to get back to where I came from,” Goku said, “and I want to take several persons with me.”

 

“Prince Vegeta for example?” Bulma chuckled. She thought a moment. It would be a good deal actually - she would finally get Dragon Balls. Goku would have his wish done and they would be left for her. “Alright,” she nodded. “After we finish this war, you can have the radar.”

 

Goku grinned widely, thanking all the gods that Bulma didn't ask more details. There were such problems like: after a wish Dragon Balls would fly in all directions possible, and one would have to again go look for them; or that certain wishes were limited and dead people could be brought back no longer than a year after their death. Goku was sure that Bulma would have many questions, but he hoped to think of something til that time or simply to keep some things to himself.

 

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Goku came back to his cabin very content. He and Vegeta had separate cabins, but Goku usually preferred to stay in the prince's cabin; he'd miss Vegeta very quickly. But now Goku wanted to think, and that was hard to do while seeing Vegeta and wanting to touch and caress him. Goku had to tell the prince about the Dragon Balls. If he was going to take Vegeta with him, he finally had to reveal everything.

 

“Gods,” Goku snuggled his face deep into his pillow. He still wasn't able to believe that Vegeta was going with him. It was something…mind-blowing. He would never have expected that, he wanted that so much, but he didn't think that Vegeta would ever go with him. True, Kamala said that Vegeta would, but he didn't believe it. And of course now he was happy, more than happy - he was ecstatic. He couldn't believe his luck, and that only after slightly more than two months here… He really had been rubbing that other Vegeta the wrong way…

 

Goku frowned thinking. He still wasn't sure how it would affect his relationship with Vegeta from his dimension. Goku scratched his head and laughed softly, thinking that Vegeta would be shocked to see him and his Vegeta as a pair. But Goku had to agree that it might get confusing for him too - he wasn't very sure how it would be with his feelings toward that other Vegeta from his dimension: it seemed that he loved them both the same. But Goku knew there was a considerable difference - one Vegeta was answering his feelings, and another not. And all those things he got to know about his Vegeta lately… No, it wasn't that his Vegeta was more emotional or warmer than that other, because he wasn't. Goku knew that behind that mask Vegeta from his dimension wore he was the same as his Vegeta. Maybe he too had been raped by Frieza, maybe he had the same fears as his Vegeta had, after all he was the same emotional being as any of them, only that during those long years of humiliation and disrespect he managed to cultivate the skill to isolate himself. And even after more than ten years on Earth he still was afraid to trust someone again. His Vegeta was lucky to have Kamala. In Kamala's case Vegeta recognized himself and by dealing with Kamala's problem, seeing Kamala happy again, rehabilitated himself. That's why he wasn't jealous about that special bond and relationship his Vegeta and Kamala had - if not for Kamala, Vegeta would have never even thought about a new relationship. He was grateful to Kamala, because Kamala restored Vegeta.

 

Goku lie on his back and put his hands under his head. Actually Goku was very curious as to how everything would have been here without him. It seemed that nothing would have changed much: Bulma would have come anyway and the Saiyans would have gone after the Ice-jins like now. He didn't play any role here. Well, except where he saved Radditz, Kakarott and some others as soon as he came over in that spaceship. Goku then realized that it was not so tiny a detail after all, because after coming back from space, Radditz got Raaven pregnant, and Goku realized that probably he saved many more lives than he knew and wanted to think about right now.

 

The situation on the Earth was different too. Goku had been curious and asked Bulma about Yamcha. She said she had never heard about the man with such name. He asked about Krillin, Tien, and Master Roshi. She had never heard about them. She had heard about Piccolo though. Bulma said that he had tried to take over the Earth, but then her father and some other scientists created an android that took care of that green alien and later got rid of all the Red Ribbon army.

 

Goku had asked about Cell and Buu but Bulma didn't know who they were. It was so strange. It was so different from his home. If he went to the Earth, he probably would find Yamcha still somewhere in the dessert, already a man, a cruel bandit probably… Tien probably died while fighting Red Ribbon or Piccolo. Master Roshi likely was still the same perverted old man, living on the same isolated island.

 

Goku shifted on his bed. He stared at the ceiling, arranging his thoughts. There was something else, though. It was different, but it was similar too: soon as she arrived, Bulma noticed Vegeta. Oh, he knew his friend enough to see Bulma's eyes sparkle each time she eyed his Vegeta. Would it have become something more if not him, Goku? Who knows..? Now that Saiyan taboos and customs were lax enough for experimentation, and Vegeta was the prince and to some extent he could do as he pleased.

 

And Chichi… Hell, Chichi again was ready to go after him. No way! This time he was much older and knew what the word `marriage' meant. True, Goku had a soft feeling deep inside for her, but he was in love with Vegeta. But that was not a problem: Goku caught sight of Chichi noticing Kakarott who by some fatal coincidence was flying in the same spaceship with them. After that Kakarott was blushing all the time whenever he caught Chichi eying him and winking her eye at him.

 

Some things never changed. Maybe a bit different, but Gohan and Goten were going to be born and in this world.

 

XXXXX

 

Ice-jins and their allies surrendered. After more than half of their army was wiped out, they simply didn't have any option other than surrender or die. The Saiyan Empire, their allies and the Earth were victorious.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku, Vegeta, Bulma, Chichi and several other Saiyans, Naydirs and Humans were standing in the regal hall on the Ice-jins' home planet where the capitulation pact was being ratified.

 

Goku watched Bulma sign the document. Goku smiled, drawing Vegeta closer to him after the prince signed too. It felt so good. This time Bulma was the one to save the day, and it felt good. Actually EVERYTHING started with Bulma, that blue-haired girl with the Dragon Ball radar. Goku could bet that the same search for Dragon Balls on this Earth had many influences too. For example Bulma met Chichi on one of her expeditions. If not that, Chichi would have never come to Vegetasei and would have never met Kakarott. And Goku already heard talk that someone saw Chichi and Kakarott kissing in one of the spaceship's closets. Really, some things never change…

 

XXXXX

 

Goku entered Vegeta's cabin to find Vegeta sprawled on his bed, a glass of wine in his hand.

 

“Hey,” Goku pouted. “How come I haven't been invited?”

 

“You always come uninvited, anyway,” Vegeta chuckled at him. He patted the place on the bed next to him.

 

“True,” Goku grinned, coming closer. He leaned to take a sip from Vegeta's glass.

 

“It's unhygienic,” Vegeta moved his hand with the glass out of Goku's reach.

 

Goku's brow rose at the prince. “Have you ever considered the amount of saliva we exchange while kissing...?”

 

Vegeta's eyes widened. “No… I think we should stop then…” he said after a pause. He laughed at Goku's stupefied face. “Moron…”

 

“Gosh, you'll give me a heart-attack one day,” Goku shook his head, grabbing the glass from Vegeta's fingers and swallowing the wine in one gulp.

 

“Barbarian! That's two hundred years old!” Vegeta gasped.

 

Goku wrinkled up then stuck his tongue out. “That explains the taste.”

 

Vegeta just rolled his eyes, sighing. He drew his feet over the bed and sat up to pour more wine for himself. He retrieved his glass from Goku's fingers. After his glass was full he leaned on the headboard. He sipped his wine in silence, his eyes fixed on Goku. “What were you discussing with that blue-haired witch a few days ago?”

 

Goku wanted to laugh. He tried to suppress his grin, but was sure that Vegeta could see it. Vegeta was jealous. The prince sounded curious, careful but mostly he sounded jealous.

 

Goku saw Vegeta frown at him after his grin showed. “I want to talk about it,” Goku nodded, still couldn't help grinning. Goku shook his boots off and sat on the bed next to Vegeta. He leaned his back on the headboard too.

 

“Your feet stink,” Vegeta notified Goku with his nose crunched.

 

“Alright, you can wait until I take a shower or listen to me now,” Goku shrugged, his grin spreading. He knew what his lover was going to choose.

 

“Stinky bastard,” Vegeta muttered, sipping his wine.

 

Goku drew Vegeta to him, being careful not to spill Vegeta's wine. He inhaled deeply then exhaled. “Remember you asked me what I needed on Earth?” He went on after Vegeta gave him a look that could be described only as `of course I do, moron'. “I want to gather Dragon Balls. Those stories I told you were the truth except for one small detail - the main object for my traveling was not some expensive artifacts, but Dragon Balls.”

 

And Goku told Vegeta about his four-star Dragon Ball that was left to him from his grandfather, about Bulma and Dragon Ball radar and wishes that came true.

 

“But Vegeta…” Goku whined at Vegeta's back. “That other you always wanted some bad things… I couldn't tell you before… Understand… Please…”

 

“What bad things?” Vegeta snorted then gulped down his wine at once and noisily put the glass on the cupboard that was standing next to the bed. He crossed his arms.

 

Goku made a frustrated sound then whined again. “Like immortality or to become a god and rule the universe…”

 

Vegeta was sitting silent for some time then snorted again. “That doesn't sound bad at all!”

 

Goku felt cold sweat gather on his skin. Had he made a mistake by telling Vegeta about the Dragon Balls? He pleadingly gazed at Vegeta's back, wishing this all to be a bad dream.

 

“If you ever go near that woman again, I swear I will find those Dragon Balls, and don't be surprised that after I made my wish some of your parts get missing…” Vegeta snarled angrily, his back still to Goku.

 

Goku almost fainted in relief. His arms immediately wrapped around the prince's waist then Vegeta was pulled into a tight embrace. “Gods, Vegeta, you have nothing to be jealous about,” Goku pressed himself to Vegeta, putting his head on Vegeta's shoulder. “It's me who should be jealous - she is your wife back there…” Goku smiled. He heard Vegeta sigh then the prince leaned into him.

 

“Is that everything you wanted to tell me?” Vegeta asked after a minute.

 

“Yes,” Goku nodded.

 

“Then take a shower, for Gods' sake…” Vegeta sighed, freeing himself from Goku's embrace.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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