Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Circle ❯ Part 23 ( Chapter 23 )

 

 

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 23

 

Vegeta woke up with a feeling of fulfillment and peace. He turned from side to side not wanting to get up yet, still in that state when one had already enough of sleep, but still was too comfortable to get up from the warm bed. He closed his eyes when memories of last night came back to him. With a smile on his lips he savored the scents around him. The prince yawned then reached his arm to the other side of the bed. When he didn't find Goku there his eyes snapped open.

 

Goku wasn't here. Vegeta felt panic rise up his throat, but then he managed to calm himself down - there was no need to panic, Goku wasn't obliged to stay in bed and wait until he woke up.

 

Vegeta then yawned again, his eyes closing then again opening to look at the watch on the cupboard next to the bed. Of course, the prince snorted at himself, no sane Saiyan would stay in bed till 12 PM. Vegeta then smiled to himself - Goku really gave him hard time, the prince couldn't remember the last time when he woke up so late.

 

The prince finally flung the covers away, sat up, stretched a bit, and, still feeling a light pressure in his backside, padded into the bathroom. There was a strange feeling in the back of his head, like a slight heaviness, and Vegeta thought that it was because of oversleeping.

 

Vegeta grunted in annoyance when he heard the rain beating down the windows. He could hardly see anything outside the bathroom window. The prince turned the water taps on, adjusted to the needed temperature and stepped into the shower.

 

Vegeta almost regretted washing the scents off his skin. He glided the sponge over his body again then suddenly grunted at the sting somewhere on his shoulder. Not understanding how he could have injured himself there Vegeta touched the painful spot with his fingers. The prince's breathing hitched and his knees went weak as he realized what it was. Vegeta numbly rubbed over the bite again, his body slightly shaking.

 

Vegeta absentmindedly finished his shower, brushed with the towel over his damp skin here and there then quickly wrapped it around his waist.

 

The prince stared at the mirror. The claim-mark was clearly seen at any distance, red angry bite. It was going to heal, but the mark would stay visible forever. Why did Goku do that? Vegeta touched the stinging wound again. He was afraid and confused, though there was joy too. But he still didn't know how to react: Goku and he didn't have a dominance fight. Actually it wasn't essentially needed - Goku and he sparred almost each day, there was no doubt about which of them was the strongest. But still, it was a tradition, a ritual and it didn't feel right to have skipped that. But the most important thing that he was worried about was that Goku didn't ask him. Of course, he would have agreed, if only Goku had asked his permission, but… Vegeta couldn't understand that - the mating was a decision of the two, and Goku had neglected him completely.

 

Vegeta frowned at his wardrobe - what he was going to wear? He didn't want to show the claim-mark yet, it would cause a horrendous turmoil, and he wanted to have a word with Goku first. All Saiyan clothes were more or less designed to be revealing at the neck to show if a Saiyan was marked or not. Vegeta went through his clothes, finally finding an old fighting suit with enough high collar to hide his claim-mark. Would do for some time.

 

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Vegeta was sitting in the armchair in his room and looking out the window at the flowing rain.

 

Two days passed.

 

Vegeta turned his head away from the window to look at the bed.

 

Two days had passed and Goku still was nowhere to be found.

 

Vegeta looked at his hands, Goku's words chanting in his head: “I don't need anything more only you.” Now he knew what Goku meant then: Goku didn't need anything more only to humiliate him.

 

Fucked and marked.

 

Vegeta closed his eyes, the pictures of naked Goku fucking him with a sly grin on his face entering his mind.

 

He had believed Goku. He had believed again. He was such a fool. His bodyguard ten years ago left him almost in the same situation, and it seems that he didn't learn anything from that. After he found and killed the bastard he swore he would never fall for this nonsense again. But he did. Why had he been looking for what was not meant for him? Why was he such a fool?

 

He had recovered from that, like he had recovered from Frieza, but now… Gods, Goku was a good player. Only now he began seeing sense in all things Goku did, only now he could see them in a completely different shade. Goku seduced him and made him fall for him. He was all willing and eager to go to bed with Goku, he even would have let Goku claim him as a mate if only Goku had asked. He had gone all ways Goku wanted him to go; he had been playing under Goku's tune, under Goku's rules and tricks. He had made a complete fool of himself.

 

Fucked and marked, and with his own agreement - the worst humiliation possible.

 

Vegeta restrained a wince. He felt completely lost and defeated. It was like then, when Frieza did that to him. But at least then he knew what was going on, now he had been tricked, raped with his own agreement. This even didn't count as a rape, but oh, it had been a rape.

 

Vegeta pulled his knees to his chest and put his head on them. His mind felt numb somehow, that nagging feeling in the back of his head was bringing pain now.

 

“No,” the prince restrained himself. That was what Goku would expect from him - to sink in self-pity and humiliation. If Goku thought that he would just leave like that, Goku was an even bigger fool than him. Never, nobody did that to him and got away with it. He killed them both and he was going to kill Goku.

 

Vegeta rocked for some time back and forth til he managed to calm himself a bit down. He needed a plan and a good one - Goku was much stronger than him and he had no idea where Goku could be now. Goku probably went home, wherever his home was. Very likely Goku had lied about everything; about his other world and such, now Goku was hiding somewhere. He needed a really sneaky plan to get to Goku. Maybe Kamala… No. It was his humiliation and his revenge; this was nobody else's business.

 

Dragon Balls… Maybe Goku had been telling the truth? Who knows now…? Maybe they do exist? That blue-haired woman… If he only found them… One wish… Not enough, but later he could wait for another year. Oh, but why wait? If he wished to be a God… Was that possible? There was only one way to learn that… If only he was a God…

 

Vegeta's eyes flamed at the thought, his lips turned up in anticipation. He would get his revenge and more. He would find Goku and make him pay. Torture, make him suffer, make him scream and kill him.

 

Vegeta almost could feel Goku's blood on his hands, he almost could scent it, see Goku's life seeping through his fingers. He would make him plead, make him cry like a baby. He would tear him apart, rip him limb from limb and watch him die.

 

Vegeta's eyes opened. He looked at his bloodied hand then clawed at the disgusting mark on his shoulder again. He was going to find that bastard, and then Goku would wish he had never been born.

 

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Kamala looked at Vegeta's back in confusion. The prince was staring at the spaceship while men were loading it. Was Vegeta going somewhere? Kamala didn't actually believe when he was told that Vegeta had ordered to prepare one of his ships.

 

Kamala went closer to Vegeta. He was worried. He hadn't seen Vegeta for almost two days now and he had heard the rumors that Vegeta's behavior was more than a little funny.

 

Kamala watched how Vegeta's hand was slowly, absentmindedly rubbing and scratching his neck. There were two small bloody streaks running down Vegeta's back, over his white armor then his thigh and to the ground, where already was formed a small puddle.

 

“Vegeta?” Kamala held Vegeta's hand that was on his shoulder and moved it away. “What are you doing? Are you going somewhere?” Kamala's eyes widened at the size of the wound on Vegeta's shoulder.

 

“Oh, this…” Vegeta looked at his bloodied fingers. “I don't know. I think it turned into sort of a habit…” he fingered his neck again.

 

Kamala held Vegeta's hand again as it wanted to go back to its previous task. “Are you going somewhere?” he repeated again when Vegeta just proceeded to stare at the spaceship. Kamala was afraid, something was wrong with Vegeta; he had never seen Vegeta in such a state. He didn't even know what to call that state - Vegeta hardly reacted to him, Vegeta hardly reacted to his surroundings at all. “Vegeta, where is Goku?” he asked as Vegeta didn't answer anything again.

 

“I don't know,” Vegeta shrugged, wincing at the pain it had caused in his shoulder.

 

Kamala frowned at that. How could Vegeta not know where Goku was? He thought that Vegeta was taking his time with Goku. “Vegeta,” Kamala stood up against Vegeta to face him. “What's going on?” Kamala was utterly amazed when Vegeta looked at him with a completely blank face like he even didn't understand what he was asking about. “When was the last time you saw Goku?” Kamala got a very bad feeling in his stomach.

 

Vegeta frowned at Kamala like trying to remember then just shrugged again. “I don't know. I am going to find and kill him like those two,” the prince cast his eyes back to the spaceship.

 

Kamala stared at Vegeta for some time completely shocked then his hand quickly traveled to his mouth to stifle a gasp. “Oh, Gods, Vegeta,” Kamala felt himself shake with realization. “This is his claim-mark on your shoulder, isn't it?” he whispered.

 

Vegeta fingered the wound again. “Yes,” he said after some time.

 

Kamala's hands dropped to his sides. “Where is he?” he asked softly, afraid of the answer he might hear.

 

Vegeta shook his head. “I don't know. He left two days ago.” He felt a little better when Kamala was with him. He didn't know why but he felt better.

 

Kamala closed his eyes. “Did he say anything?”

 

“And what do you think, Kamala?!” Vegeta suddenly exploded in rage. “No, he didn't say a fucking word! He just left me like that!”

 

“Shhhh…” Kamala tried to stifle Vegeta quickly glancing around, watching his bodyguards and hoping that they didn't hear anything.

 

Kamala gasped as suddenly Vegeta swayed then just collapsed on the asphalt. He was immediately at Vegeta's side, trying to understand what happened. There was great ruckus everywhere, but after he roughly pushed someone aside it stopped.

 

It was the bond. The bastard did the worst thing possible - marked Vegeta and created a one-sided bond. If Goku had only taken Vegeta and marked Vegeta against his will, it would have been better. But Vegeta had accepted the bond while coupling. Only the thing was that there wasn't any bond. Vegeta thought he had been responding, but Goku had tricked him. Now Vegeta was left to deal with the consequences. And Vegeta was dealing: the bond was one-sided, fresh and unstable, if Vegeta still was able to feel Goku's presence in his mind it wouldn't last long - the prince would get rid of that humiliating feeling as soon as he could. But Vegeta's subconscious was confused: Vegeta had wanted that bond and now was refusing it, and the bond wasn't a rope one could tie and untie when wanted. It was a very serious and emotional thing - it might cause various mental problems and longer dysfunctions.

 

Kamala gathered Vegeta in his arms. He growled threateningly at the Saiyan who tried to take Vegeta away from him. He was told that the king wanted his son in the medical bay. Kamala again growled at one of his bodyguards who got the same order and advanced to him. No way, if they took Vegeta to the medical bay, they would know what happened. Vegeta didn't need that; Vegeta was suffering enough.

 

“He just overdosed on Drilla,” Kamala banged through the crowd. He had to swat one of his own bodyguards several meters aside when that one tried to step in his way. Kamala rarely used his strength, but he and everybody else knew that now he would have no problems in killing them all if only he wanted. And because the warriors didn't get a clear order about what to do with the resisting king's mate that made a great advantage for Kamala - the guards were afraid to seriously threaten him. Besides he was known as a very good prince's friend, and they didn't think that he would do Vegeta harm. “Tell the King that I brought Prince Vegeta to his chambers,” Kamala informed one of his bodyguards after it was clear that nobody wanted to fight him. Kamala watched the Saiyan nod, say something into his scouter, then Kamala just blasted away at top speed, not waiting for the answer, because he was afraid that he wouldn't be allowed to do that. Kamala felt relieved when only his three bodyguards followed him. The king let him be, the king knew that he wouldn't ever risk Vegeta's life if something there would be serious.

 

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Kamala sat on the bed next to Vegeta. He put the empty glass on the cupboard. Vegeta was sleeping. After Vegeta came round he asked for water and just shut down again. Kamala knew that Vegeta hadn't been sleeping these past several nights. What that Goku did…

 

Kamala lay down next to Vegeta, snuggling close to him. He felt tears welling in his eyes and he just let them run free. Vegeta would not cry about what happened, but he would instead of Vegeta. It was his fault, all of this; he had been the one pressing Vegeta upon Goku all the time. Goku tricked them both, and he had misled Vegeta, gave Vegeta an empty hope, a new non-healing wound. He said to Vegeta that Vegeta shouldn't be foolish, that he needed to trust someone, to look for someone. It was him, who was foolish - some people couldn't find it, he and Vegeta couldn't find it. That he should have said Vegeta then, not that bullshit about hope and possibilities. There was no hope and no possibilities for Vegeta and him.

 

Goku was such a clever bastard. He hardly could comprehend all those things Goku made up only to get to Vegeta; that entire story had been a double bluff: hardly believable but Goku knew that in the end it would work to his advantage. And all that pretended inexperience and lack of knowledge… Goku was the master of pretence.

 

Kamala knew that Vegeta wasn't going to leave it like that and it was scaring him - Goku was so much stronger than Vegeta! Next time Goku would see Vegeta he would simply kill the prince.

 

He had thought that the king had been total scum to do that to him those five years ago, but Goku had surpassed everyone. Goku had no respect for bonding and traditions at all. Only a sick bastard could do that to another person. Goku had been indulging, amusing himself with them both the entire time.

 

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It was morning already. Vegeta looked outside the window. It was drizzling again. The prince closed his eyes not even wanting to remember why he felt so sick. It was so good not to think about it and not to remember, simply to enjoy Kamala's warm body next to him.

 

Vegeta again turned to look at his left. Kamala's head was hurting his shoulder. The prince shifted a little til Kamala's head came to rest on his chest instead of his shoulder. Kamala's grip on him tightened, but he didn't wake up.

 

Besides Kamala's light breathing he could hear another one, much faster one. Vegeta raised his head a bit then felt like chuckling - Vedeno was sleeping with them together, in the middle between him and Kamala. And to join the whole ensemble there were four rasis in the bed too. His bed became very popular lately… Vegeta frowned at the unpleasant thought, his whole body shivering.

 

Vegeta brushed over Kamala's long hair. Why had he been so foolish? Why had he been looking for something more? This was his family: Kamala and Vedeno. That had been a cruel lesson, but he learned it.

 

The prince heard a soft beeping then saw Lami quickly advancing to him on her small short feet. The poor thing sensed that he was awake and now probably wanted to be fed. Vegeta reached out to stroke the soft fur.

 

“How do you feel?” Kamala asked after watching Vegeta pet Lami for some time.

 

“Fine, I think.” He really felt good, at least physically. He felt refreshed after sleep. His mental state was another thing: he felt dizzy somewhat, he felt like something would be missing, that strange feeing in the back of his head was disturbing him and making him alert. He still had that one-sided bond, he couldn't feel anything through it, it was just making him sick. “What happened?” he asked retracting his hand from Lami and settling back into the pillows.

 

“You fainted in airdrome,” Kamala sighed, moving to sit. “I wasn't sure about medical bay so I brought you here.”

 

“Thanks,” Vegeta nodded. Though Kamala didn't say he knew that it was not as easy as it sounded.

 

“Where'd you want to go?”

 

“To the Earth,” Vegeta pushed several hair strands away from his eyes.

 

“To the Earth?” Kamala asked surprised. “You think Goku is there?”

 

“I don't know, better he wouldn't be,” Vegeta shook his head. “I'm not strong enough to fight him,” he saw that Kamala was relieved, but at the same time confused. “I'm aiming for Dragon Balls.”

 

“Oh, Vegeta,” Kamala winced. “It's all bullshit. He had made all that up.”

 

“Maybe, but maybe not,” Vegeta shrugged. “I want to be sure. If they don't exist, I'll find another way.”

 

Kamala thought a moment, his head lowered, his eyes concentrated on the covers on his lap. “And what would you wish for?”

 

“To be a God, of course,” Vegeta sourly replied.

 

Kamala stared at Vegeta for some time. “You think it's possible?”

 

“Gods, Kamala, how the hell I should know?” Vegeta snorted. “The only thing I can do is try.”

 

“What would you do after you kill Goku?”

 

“Don't worry,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “The list ends there…for now, I mean,” he added. He too sat up then, next to Kamala. “But one particular thing I'm going to do,” he said softly.

 

“Oh? What?” Kamala's head curiously turned to Vegeta.

 

“Remove that stupid brotherhood bond between us.”

 

Kamala silently gazed at Vegeta for some time then chuckled softly. “That would be the most sensible thing you have ever done…”

 

“One learns from his mistakes…” Vegeta smiled too. “Sooner or later…”

 

Kamala sighed then shrugged at Vegeta. “It's not that bad. At least he didn't get YOU pregnant…”

 

Vegeta gave Kamala an odd look then laughed. “You really know how to cheer one up…”

 

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Kamala made him feel better, but not much and not for long. Now he felt dizzy and sick again. He was trying to remove that disgusting bond and it was giving him a horrible headache, literally. The rage and humiliation he felt didn't make it better.

 

While traveling on the spaceship he usually would look through the illuminator at the endless space and fast flowing planets, varicolored nebulas and galaxies, now it all made him even more sick - all the shifting and moving was driving his senses mad. The only thing what he was able to do - lie on his plank-bed and think, think, think and think. By the time he passed Drian galaxy he already thought of sixty-three ways to kill Goku. That was so ironic - how quick love could change into hatred. If he could see Goku now… Oh, but of course now he was clever to talk and think, and where was his head earlier? Why'd he let himself to be tricked so easily? No, it was not easy - Goku had made an impressive and unbelievable plot, Goku for almost three months was weaving and spreading his lies to get him and Kamala to believe and trust Goku completely. One had to have enough patience and nerve to come up with that…

 

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With the blue-haired whore it was easy. After it appeared that Dragon Balls radar really existed and that the woman really believed that Dragon Balls were working, it was only a question of time when he would gather them all. He just smiled broadly and talked a lot of bullshit: said that he was tired of all the stress and war and wanted some calm vacation; said that Goku was going to come several days later, because first he wanted to say goodbye to his friends before coming back to his world; he complimented woman's two children, her own looks; talked about possible commercial trades between Earth and Vegetasei; after her black-haired friend entered the room, talked about how Kakarott was missing her, and that he was going to send Kakarott to the Earth to strengthen the co-operation of the two planets, and after he saw her brown cow-eyes sparkle he knew he had her on his side; he even talked with them about his and Goku's oncoming mating and how he was waiting for it.

 

Three hours after landing on the Earth, Vegeta had four Dragon Balls and the Dragon Ball radar in his hands.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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