Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 16 ( Chapter 16 )

Hello, NewFan! Goku is not as oblivious as he acts. The common and popular opinion that he's a bit soft in the head serves him quite well. There are many people who later start identify themselves with the image other people have in their heads. So it works both ways: not only we put masks on, but we also are affected by the same image we present. Ah, whatever, got out of track again.

Goku just tries to avoid troubles. He already had a row with Vegeta over Kamala. If he must pretend he doesn't understand what's going on, he will.

I'm glad you found the explanation of how Bulma hooked up with Vegeta interesting. Heh, strange things happen while one is drunk…

 

Hello, RowinaDequina16! Yeah, Kamala is getting into a big trouble. Though, he already is in trouble… Actually if not for Raaven, there would be no troubles at all. Kamala has too much weight on his shoulders. He had been carrying that weight way too long.

 

What concerns Lucid… Well, it's a “heavier” stuff. Not too much, though. It's not a dark-fic how it might appear from several first chapters. But yeah, I can understand what you mean. Though, Lucid is my favorite ~_^

 

Hello, hatake-kakashi86! Glad you liked my stories, hope you'll like them further. Have fun!

 

 

 

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

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

 

Playing Home by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by achillona

 

Part 16

 

Goku smiled at sleepy Vegeta. Vegeta rubbed his eyes and yawned.

 

“What time is it?” Vegeta yawned again.

 

“Three in the morning.”

 

“Oh Gods,” Vegeta's head fell back on Goku's chest. “IT us to the bedroom.”

 

“You, lazy ass,” Goku laughed while ITing.

 

Vegeta nestled down into the sheets on the bed. “Your ass would be lazy too if one would do such things to it…”

 

Goku's cheeks flushed a bit then he laughed, kissing Vegeta's brow. He didn't want to sleep, but Vegeta was tired. His mate now needed and used much more energy than before.

 

Goku smiled soon hearing Vegeta's calm breathing. Each day Vegeta seemed to relax more, to trust him more and each day Vegeta seemed to be happier. Vegeta trusted him and this was making them both happy. Goku longed for this ages ago. And now, when he had it, he was almost crazy with happiness. He could see how Vegeta was trying - Vegeta was even talking to Yamcha now, even more than talking.

 

Goku blushed. Yes, Vegeta relaxed and not only in communicating with people. He could remember when they started: then, while making love, Vegeta wouldn't allow himself even the smallest of sounds. Now he was sure that it had been because of the influence of that incident with Diaron. Because that no good bastard Diaron had mocked Vegeta because of his loudness. But now, with him, Vegeta relaxed more, letting himself completely give in to what he felt and wanted. Vegeta didn't restrain himself anymore, and he loved that - that increased his arousal tenfold; hearing and knowing that Vegeta liked and loved what he did, made his head spin.

 

Goku stared at the dark window and realized that never in his life had he felt so complete, fulfilled and confident. And the person who brought that to him was Vegeta, the proud, cocky and stubborn Saiyan prince with a constant scowl on his face. Unbelievable but true. And he was so glad that he didn't let the prince slip through his fingers. Vegeta himself almost let that happen - the prince was too proud and too afraid to say that he had feelings for him.

 

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Kamala watched the other Saiyan perform his kata. He admired the exact movements, concentration, and flawless performance.

 

“Now you,” Goku motioned for Kamala. He watched Kamala take the position then begin to do the same kata that he was doing a few minutes earlier. Kamala picked up things fast. The movements were still a bit too stiff and he was too tense, but overall, keeping in mind that Kamala just started his training, was very good. Kamala was very talented and had great potential. But something was missing. The determination, the fire that Kamala showed the first time he met him wasn't there anymore. Kamala seemed to be distracted, even…sad maybe. That determination and fire in Kamala's eyes disappeared several days ago, and he couldn't understand why. Was it something he said or did? He apologized to Kamala for his outburst, but maybe Kamala still held some grudges.

 

Goku waited for Kamala to finish his kata, gave some comments and advice then sat upon the ground.

 

“Aren't we going to spar?” he heard Kamala's surprised voice.

 

“We will, but first I want to talk.”

 

“Oh…” Kamala seemed to get nervous.

 

“Are you still angry because of that stupid incident?”

 

“No, of course not,” Kamala shook his head.

 

Goku turned to Kamala. “Then what's wrong with you?” He saw Kamala shift uneasily then Kamala turned his eyes away.

 

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

 

“Kamala, sit down,” Goku patted the place next to him. “What's going on between you and Raaven?” Sure he knew that he had no right to question Kamala, but something was really wrong.

 

Kamala sat down, trying to avoid Goku's questioning eyes. “Nothing,” he muttered in the same monotonous voice.

 

Goku wanted to ask once again, as Kamala's mouth opened again. “It's nothing really. I'm just not used to being around pregnant mates. We had several arguments, that's all.”

 

Goku remained silent. Kamala was lying. “Are you sure that's everything?” he asked then.

 

“Yes,” Kamala reassuringly smiled. “It's just several arguments.”

 

“Maybe the next time we spar you could bring your mate with you?” Goku had already become suspicious a long time ago that Raaven was jealous of Kamala, which might be the cause of those arguments.

 

Kamala smiled. “I suggested that. He refused.”

 

“Oh.” Goku silently gazed at Kamala who sighed then turned to the forest in the distance. Gods, Kamala was handsome! Even though he wore one of Vegeta's old training suits and it was torn and dirty right now… Damn, it only added to that aggressive beauty. Through the huge holes in the training suit, he could see that Kamala had plenty of scars. They made Kamala look older than he was. He always had to remind himself that Kamala was only nineteen.

 

At first, as only he and Raaven settled on the Earth, Kamala was very happy to escape the Mortins. He was planning his future with Raaven, he was happy about the child. But then something happened. Kamala's big beautiful eyes stopped sparkling. And Goku couldn't understand that.

 

“Spar?” Kamala turned to Goku, his thick black mane rustling in the wind.

 

“Yeah.”

 

XXXXX

 

“Vegeta?”

 

“Hn?”

 

“Do you speak with Kamala and Raaven?” Goku sat at the table while mixing a salad.

 

Vegeta plopped opposite him. “I talked with Kamala a week ago. And Raaven…well, I said “hello” to him. Why?”

 

“Something's wrong with Kamala,” Goku sighed. “He looks sad, tired even.”

 

Vegeta picked up a teaspoon from the table, turned it around several times. Oh, he knew perfectly well what was bothering Kamala. Though, he would be damned if he said that to his mate.

 

“Maybe Raaven's troubles are rubbing off on Kamala. Kamala always needed to protect and take care of him, but here, there's no one to protect Raaven from, but Raaven is still afraid and full of uncertainties and phobias. I think Kamala is getting tired.”

 

“Somehow it reminds me of someone…” Goku stuck a boiled potato in his mouth. He quickly chewed then swallowed it. “How could we help them?”

 

“We?” Vegeta shook his head then took a good bite of his pork. “Better not try to interfere at all. Kamala might get very territorial.”

 

“Good, maybe that would bring them closer.”

 

“Why do you care?” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “That's their choice. They chose each other, now let them cope with that.”

 

“I don't like it when you ask why I care,” Goku sucked the fat off his fingers. “You know that I care about everyone. I simply can't see them like that. Look at us and look at them. I want them to be happy, too.”

 

“You are happy?”

 

“Sure I am, and you?”

 

“I'd be happier if you let me eat everything I want.”

 

“This wasn't included, and you know that, besides, food doesn't bring happiness.”

 

“Bullshit.”

 

Goku laughed. “I should teach you how to cook. You eat as much as I do, but you can make only pancakes,” he teased Vegeta.

 

“You think so?” Vegeta smirked at him.

 

“I know that. And your pancakes aren't very good…”

 

Vegeta stuck his middle finger at Goku. Goku licked his lips seductively. “And what will you do with that finger of yours?”

 

Vegeta scrunched his nose and lowered his hand. “Where's that innocence you had?”

 

“You took it away,” Goku smirked.

 

“Ah, right. At least it was me,” Vegeta smirked back.

 

“I agree,” Goku laughed. He sipped his tea. “You see - we are such a happy family!”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Yeah… I'm divorced and have a son from the previous relationship. You are going to be divorced and you have two sons with that harpy… A happy family.”

 

“Hmm…” Goku scratched his head. “Forgot that part… Anyway, we are happy, aren't we?”

 

“I suppose,” Vegeta nodded. “Lately I don't have the urge to kill you…”

 

“Can you be serious?”

 

“I don't particularly like this topic.”

 

Goku rolled his eyes. “Don't forget to go to Bulma's tomorrow.” Goku felt nervousness wash over Vegeta. “You don't want to go?”

 

Vegeta looked at him then sighed. “It's just that I don't want her to find anything else. I feel perfectly fine. I know it's stupid but…”

 

“Nah, you're fine. You look healthy and fit, I really don't think that something could be wrong. The pregnancy is very good for you.”

 

“And how is this possible?” Vegeta snorted at him.

 

“It makes you look younger, more handsome. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?”

 

“I'll see what song you'll sing after eight months of pregnancy. You'll regret your every word,” Vegeta shoved more food in his mouth. “I promise I'll be unbearable.”

 

Goku chuckled. Oh, he knew that. Vegeta will try to get him for knocking him up.

 

Goku felt Vegeta's tail wrap around his waist. Goku gently stroked it, heard Vegeta gasp and all it took was only this for him to become aroused. Vegeta didn't miss it. He grinned at Goku before ITing to the bedroom.

 

Goku watched glistening orbs before leaning down to capture Vegeta's lips in a gentle kiss. He felt Vegeta grow more demanding, the prince's tongue demanding leadership.

 

Goku's hand sneaked between Vegeta's thighs and drew several circles there then went to please his nether regions. He almost groaned himself feeling Vegeta gasp into his mouth when he enclosed Vegeta's phallus. He felt tremors go through Vegeta's body before the prince relaxed into his massaging hands. He played for some time more then started undressing Vegeta.

 

Then his attention caught Vegeta's tail. He concentrated on that brown and furry appendage. Vegeta was much more responsive to the touches of his tail than he was. Sometimes a glance at Vegeta's tail was enough to make Vegeta's eyes flame after noticing his eyes on the tail. Everything that considered his tail, Vegeta found very intimate.

 

Goku listened to Vegeta's soft moans and grew impatient. He shifted, sliding in between Vegeta's legs. He completely got rid of Vegeta's white shirt, on his way kissing and bathing the muscled body underneath him.

 

He slowly teased Vegeta's entrance with his fingertips, felt Vegeta tense then exhale slowly. Goku grinned before pushing Vegeta's knees apart. He squeezed a good amount of lube on his palm, richly coating himself.

 

Vegeta was watching him, Goku could feel his anticipation. He brushed over the opening again, this time almost entering it. He could hear Vegeta's breathing hitch, his muscles clasping and unclasping spasmodically.

 

Goku leaned to Vegeta's ear. “From behind?” he rather suggested than asked. He wasn't sure if Vegeta would agree, and was enthusiastic after Vegeta slowly sat down then turned around, kneeling and placing his hands before him, his tail curling around his waist.

 

Goku kneeled from behind, reassuringly brushed one hand over Vegeta's back, his other slipping between the cheeks, fingers entering Vegeta. Goku started moving his fingers in and out, stretching and lubricating then pushed deeper, searching for that one spot that would send Vegeta straight to heaven. As Vegeta suddenly shuddered and bucked, he knew he found it. Goku gave several strokes to it then, with a loud smack, drew his fingers back. He held Vegeta by his hips, his tip pressing against Vegeta's opening. He knew he was driving Vegeta crazy. Oh, he perfectly knew. And he knew that if Vegeta weren't so prideful, he would have been begging for him to fuck him. Vegeta hated him right now - he perfectly could feel a heavy cloud of lust over Vegeta's mind.

 

Goku teased Vegeta for some time then firmly held him by his hips. He slid through the clenching muscles, burying himself into hot and tight insides. He heard Vegeta groan and had to restrain himself not to start pounding like mad. He cursed and held Vegeta down as Vegeta tried to start a rhythm. He didn't want it to end so soon. He wanted to enjoy this bliss sooo much longer.

 

Goku leaned down, grazed at the damp nape before him, his one hand still holding Vegeta by his hips, other drawing small massaging circles over Vegeta's back. He leaned farther to lick the claim-mark on Vegeta's shoulder. Goku's feverish lust increased after seeing an immediate effect it had on Vegeta - Vegeta gasped his whole body tensing, his head leaning to the side, giving him complete access.

 

Goku nibbled on the claim-mark again then drew his hand away from Vegeta's back traveling to Vegeta's waist. He slowly drew back, leaving only the tip inside Vegeta then pushed back in. He heard Vegeta moan, his backside rising higher to meet him. He squeezed Vegeta's hips harder and began a slow, leisurely pace, which obviously didn't satisfy the prince: Vegeta tried to increase the rhythm by pushing back at a more frequent rate, but Goku's firm grip on his hip and waist didn't let him.

 

Goku removed his hand from Vegeta's waist and reached out for Vegeta's rigid member. Goku let out a soft moan after touching the wetness oozing from the tip. He smeared Vegeta's shaft with the precum and started to stroke it.

 

Vegeta was making little-tiny noises, was gasping and panting, his backside eagerly meeting his thrusts. And he loved it, was more than crazy from the pleasure. He knew he was squeezing too hard, he knew he was pounding too harsh, he knew Vegeta's back would be covered in bruises and bite-marks on the morrow but he couldn't hold it all back. While teasing Vegeta he had been teasing himself. Now he was catching up with the lust he had denied himself before.

 

He felt him sliding in and out. Each thrust perfect, each of them bringing him farther, giving him unspeakable pleasure. He could feel that throbbing length inside him, filling him, stretching him, brushing over that pleasure-button somewhere inside him. And that skilled hand pumping him! Oh…that was driving him crazy… That was almost too much for his bearing. Almost too much but still not enough - he was pushing back onto the thrusts, trying to get Kakarott deeper, to reach all the places in him. He was tightly gripping the sheets while loudly proclaiming his pleasure for his mate.

 

Goku grit his teeth - he was going to come, and Vegeta still didn't show any signs of approach. But he knew how to fix it - he crushed Vegeta to him, clamping his teeth over the claim-mark. He heard Vegeta shout something, then the muscles clamped around his shaft and he was completely oblivious to what happened next.

 

Vegeta winced as a heavy weight fell on his back, flattening his drained body to the bed. His head was still spinning, refusing him any coherent thought.

 

Goku purred softly watching Vegeta trapped underneath him. After he got some of his senses back he raised himself from the body under him and curled up next to Vegeta. After several moments he realized that Vegeta was asleep, Vegeta's purr evaporating in the tired atmosphere.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku blocked Kamala's punch, responded with his own. Knocked the air out of Kamala's lungs then blasted Kamala several meters away.

 

“Ouch,” Kamala rubbed his stomach. “That hurt.” He stood up and took his fighting stance again.

 

“Enough for today,” Goku shook his head. “You won't be able to walk tomorrow anyway.”

 

“So don't be so harsh with me,” Kamala accusingly rubbed his stomach again.

 

“Do you want us to dance?” Goku chuckled, sitting down.

 

“I can bet you don't even know how to dance,” Kamala laughed at him.

 

“But I do know how to kick your ass…”

 

Holding his stomach and wincing, Kamala sat down next to Goku. “Yes, that you do. Gods, I think you broke something there.”

 

Goku grew worried. “Does it really hurt so much?”

 

“No, I…” Kamala yelped as suddenly Goku pushed him with his back to the ground. His eyes flew wide after Goku pushed the top of his training-suit up. He stared at Goku's spiky hair stupefied while that one was poking his ribs.

 

“Nahh… That's only a bruise,” Goku shook his head. “You are such a crybaby.” Goku raised his head to look at Kamala. And then Goku felt weird somehow: Kamala's eyes held a strange expression, his head a bit tilted back, long hair fallen back, both his arms bent at the elbows, keeping him half-lying on the sand, his lips opened in surprise or something else looking like he'd want to… “Kamala..?” Goku leaned away from him.

 

“Um?” Kamala let himself fall back onto the sand.

 

Goku noticed a faint blush paint Kamala's cheeks. He himself blushed after Kamala pushed the top of his training-suit down.

 

For some time Goku stared at Kamala then shook his head. “Nothing.” He watched Kamala sit up. “How did you get so many scars?” He saw Kamala start and regretted asking.

 

It took time for Kamala to answer. “I was a very bad boy,” his voice was lifeless.

 

Goku silently watched him. “I didn't notice Raaven with so many scars…” said he after a while.

 

“I don't want to talk about it. It's late. I'm going home,” he stood up.

 

“I can IT you.”

 

“Thanks, no,” Kamala cut him in a gruff voice.

 

“Sorry, I didn't want to upset you.”

 

“No, you just wanted to remind me of who I am, don't you?!”

 

Goku almost jumped back at the anger in Kamala's voice. “I…” he faltered. “And who are you?” He saw Kamala clench his fists. The next second Kamala launched at him.

 

“Gods, how I hate you! How I hate you both!” Kamala screamed assaulting Goku with endless kicks, hits and punches.

 

Goku easily blocked all of them. He threw Kamala with his back to the ground, pinning him there. Kamala didn't stop fighting; he hissed and growled while Goku held him firmly. It took good five minutes for Kamala's struggles began to lessen, and then Kamala gave in.

 

Goku watched tears flowing over Kamala's face while Kamala was trying to turn his head away from him so that he wouldn't see him cry. Kamala's whole body was shaking with sobs. Sure Kamala was still tortured by his past, by the memories. He was stupid to ask about the scars - Kamala thought that he was mocking him.

 

“I'm sorry, I didn't intend to say anything bad. I wasn't mocking you,” Goku suddenly felt very sad. Kamala was only a boy and already had endured so much more injustice than him.

 

Kamala returned Goku's embrace. “I know,” he sobbed out. “it's just that…I…I can't…”

 

“Shh…” Goku stroked Kamala's back. “It's alright. You are safe here. It will never happen again.”

 

After a while Goku felt Kamala calming down then Kamala just sat in his embrace unmoving, his face hidden in Goku's shoulder crook.

 

“It's very embarrassing, you know…” Kamala whispered into Goku's neck.

 

Goku could feel Kamala blushing - Kamala's face was much hotter than his skin. Goku shook his head in denial. “There's nothing to be ashamed of.”

 

“I just lashed out at you. I'm so sorry.”

 

“You needed to lash out at someone,” Goku sighed. “Why don't you talk with Raaven? It would be easier for you…”

 

“No,” Kamala shook his head. “I can't. I should support him, not draw him back.”

 

“And who will support you?”

 

Goku felt and heard Kamala sigh in his neck then Kamala stood up.

 

“Thanks,” Kamala looked at him.

 

Before Goku could say anything, Kamala already was away.

 

XXXXX

 

Goku was waiting for Vegeta to return from Capsule Corp. He was silently sitting in the kitchen, staring at the darkening sky through the window. Soon he felt Vegeta IT to the bathroom. Vegeta had been training again. Goku sighed. But he knew that Vegeta was careful not to overstrain himself.

 

“Do you want to eat something?” Goku shouted before Vegeta could have turned on the shower.

 

“Damn you!” wafted Vegeta's angry voice. “You scared me shitless!”

 

“Sorry. So do you want to eat?” Goku asked again.

 

“Yes. Something sweet preferably.”

 

“No, that's not on the menu, but I do have a chocolate-bar for you, for dessert.”

 

“Yamcha?”

 

“Yeah, he was here an hour ago. He was so excited because of our trip to look for Dragon Balls.”

 

“I'll ask the Dragon to turn him into a frog.”

 

“Who'd bring a chocolate for you, then?

 

“Didn't think about that yet.”

 

Goku laughed and set to prepare dinner.

 

After ten minutes Vegeta entered the kitchen, and Goku purred at the sight of his mate in a towel, his hair still slightly dripping on the prince's naked shoulders and chest.

 

“Come here,” Goku drew Vegeta closer to him. He gave a quick peck to Vegeta's cheek. “So, is everything okay?”

 

Vegeta nodded. “Yeah, the woman said that I'm in perfect condition.”

 

“That's good,” Goku grinned, letting go of him. “And how about mood-swings? Do you still have them?”

 

“If I had them, you wouldn't be asking me that right now.”

 

“Good then,” Goku nodded. He embraced Vegeta.

 

“What's wrong?” Vegeta felt slightly unnerved. He could feel the sadness wafting from the other Saiyan.

 

“Nothing. I'm just very glad that I have you,” Goku kissed Vegeta's naked shoulder.

 

“Then why are you sad?”

 

“I'm not…” Goku raised his head, surprised. “How do you know?”

 

Vegeta snorted at him. “Of course I know - I can feel it all over you.”

 

“What do you mean you can feel it?” Goku blinked.

 

Now confusion appeared on Vegeta's face. “I just feel it.”

 

“Oh.” Goku thought a moment. “When one thinks about it…I can feel your emotions too,” he looked at Vegeta's face. “Now you are very confused and excited at the same time. Why?”

 

“The bond, moron.”

 

“Oh, that's the exciting thing. And why confused?”

 

“It's too soon.”

 

“What difference does it make? Sooner or later… The most important thing is that we have it,” Goku grinned happily.

 

“Well, there's no difference I think. But it's about ten years earlier than it's supposed to be.”

 

“Ten years?” Goku blinked.

 

“Well, yes.”

 

“That's good or bad?” Goku felt a bit unnerved.

 

“Use your head.”

 

“Good?”

 

Vegeta rolled his eyes then sat up next to Goku, taking a peeler in his one hand and a potato in the other.

 

Goku chopped a carrot for some time then remembered. “Do you remember me using words like “brat”, “how dare you” or “spank”?

 

“No, this belongs to my dictionary. Why?”

 

“Does the bond have side effects?”

 

“What exactly do you mean?” Vegeta put the peeler down on the table.

 

Goku scratched his head. “I think I started using your dictionary… And I almost attacked Kamala the other day practically because of nothing…”

 

“I don't attack people because of nothing!”

 

“So it's the bond?”

 

“I don't know. So that's why he was flattened to a tree and scared to death…”

 

“Yeah…”

 

“That's fun!”

 

“No, it's not!”

 

“Yes, it is…” Vegeta grinned.

 

“So that's why you like Yamcha now…” Goku's eyes widened. “It thought it was because of the chocolate…”

 

“Damn!” Vegeta hissed at his potato. “This really isn't fun!” he stabbed it. “Damn!”

 

“So you really like him?”

 

“Damn!”

 

“You don't say “fuck” anymore…”

 

“Damn! I mean “fuck”!” Vegeta jumped out of his seat. “Unbelievable!”

 

“That's not so bad,” Goku shrugged. “You'll curse less now.”

 

“I don't want to curse less!” Vegeta growled unhappily. All the time he had been thinking about the bond as about something sacred, untouchable and now…it appeared that it was just some stupid nonsense!

 

Goku felt disappointment wash over Vegeta. “It's only started, don't judge it so early.”

 

“Only started?” Vegeta shook his head. “I think it's already half-way.”

 

“Let's just wait and see,” Goku reassuringly wrapped his tail around Vegeta's and tugged him to his side. “It's a big deal actually - that we can read each other's emotions.”

 

“Like someone needs a bond to read yours…” Vegeta muttered, but didn't free his tail from Goku's knot.

 

“But now I'll know yours…” Goku shrugged.

 

“And this is what I'm afraid of…”

 

Goku ignored that. “What do you think; did Kamala and Raaven's bond get stronger?”

 

“Well, after Raaven tried to kill Kamala, it probably did,” Vegeta sarcastically replied.

 

Goku was discontent. “You forget that we used to fight too.”

 

“Whatever.”

 

XXXXX

 

“Hi!” Goku appeared in Kamala and Raaven's house. Now he always checked to see that Kamala's ki would be away from Raaven's.

 

“Hi,” Kamala nodded. He stood up from the chair he had been sitting in. “Spar?”

 

“Yeah,” Goku nodded and put his hand on Kamala's shoulder, ITing them to their sparring ground. “Do you feel okay?” he asked after they ITed to the sparring ground. He began to stretch.

 

“Yes, I'm fine,” Kamala followed Goku's example.

 

“If you want to talk to someone…” Goku gave a serious look to Kamala.

 

“Kakarott, I don't want to talk about it anymore,” Kamala hissed at him. “Especially with you.”

 

Goku was surprised. He lowered his head again and proceeded with his kata. He had been expecting Kamala to relax more after that incident. He raised his head again to observe Kamala. “You need a new training suit. This one is all shredded.”

 

Kamala just shrugged.

 

“I'll look for something tomorrow,” Goku suggested. He almost jumped back at the icy stare Kamala gave him. “It's just for a start, you are new here…”

 

“No. I don't need anything. I can perfectly take care of me and my mate.”

 

Goku scratched his head. He couldn't understand Kamala - Kamala took the house that Bulma gave them, the clothes that Vegeta gave; he took the clothes for Raaven, but was refusing his help now. And refusing very angrily…

 

“Are you angry with me for some reason?” Goku asked softly.

 

Kamala looked at him surprised. “No.”

 

“You look like you'd be…”

 

“Listen, let's just spar.”

 

And they sparred. At least Kamala sparred. Goku was trying not to kill him.

 

“You should try to spar with Yamcha. He's stronger than you but not very much, and he's much more skilled. I think you could learn from each other,” Goku said after they lay comfortably stretched on the grass having already finished and had a short swim.

 

Kamala was silent for some time then brushed over his wet hair with his palm to smooth it. “Alright. If he wants to spar with me,” he wrung his dark hair. “Did he teach someone earlier?”

 

“No,” Goku shook his head. “I don't think so. I think he'd be a lousy trainer, anyway.”

 

“Well, it's better than nothing,” Kamala shrugged, staring at his wet hair.

 

Goku became confused. “What do you mean?”

 

“Well, I want to learn fighting. I'd be glad if he taught me,” Kamala brushed over his wet tail, wringing the water out.

 

Goku's brows furrowed in confusion. “You don't want me to teach you anymore?”

 

Kamala gave him a confused look. “But you suggested him.”

 

Goku understood then. “Oh. No. I just thought that it would be great that you sparred sometimes.”

 

“Oh,” Kamala tugged at his tail. “I thought…”

 

“You don't like my training?”

 

“No,” Kamala shook his head in denial. “It's alright. I just thought that you got bored.”

 

Bored? With fighting? Goku gave an incredulous look to Kamala.

 

Kamala shrugged. “Well, I'm not the cheeriest person to be around,” he stood up intending to fly home. “Thanks.”

 

“Kamala, wait,” Goku motioned. “What was this about?”

 

Kamala looked at him surprised. “We finished, didn't we?”

 

“No, I'm talking about that “I'm not the cheeriest person to be around”,” Goku looked Kamala in the eye.

 

“What about that?” Kamala shrugged.

 

“Why do you underestimate yourself so much?”

 

“Underestimate?” Kamala almost laughed. “I have much more damn pride than our prince has.”

 

Goku almost choked on Kamala's words. “You really think so?”

 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Kamala hissed. “Why are you so obsessed with this?”

 

“Kamala, you are wrong, you treat yourself like…I don't know…like you hate yourself…”

 

“I'm not going to listen to this nonsense. If Yamcha agrees, bring him here in two days, if not…” he shrugged, “then don't. Bye now,” he blasted away.

 

TBC