Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 18 ( Chapter 18 )

Hello, NewFan! Got a job? Yeah, I can perfectly understand you. Lately I don't have as much time as I wish. Or if I have I'm too drained to do anything.

Glad you like Kamala, though, I wonder what you'll say after this chapter… And yes, he's a complex character. Probably the most complex that I could have made not “insulting” Vegeta or Goku; it's sorta their story after all…

Ah, Yamcha… this chapter will show his other side ^_~ Though, yes, we all knew that about him. Dunno, for some reason I always liked Yamcha, even if he's such a slut, hahaha And I just love Krillin. That midget is full of interesting thoughts and sarcasm and knows what, where and how to say. He's a very good friend. Sure, I know that some people hate him. Hate him so much that let him be eaten by other characters…

Anyways, about Vegeta. Actually, he will always be unpredictable. That's his character trait, unpredictable to no end. Though, yes, during tall three stories his insecurity and wish to get rid of everyone who makes him feel that changed into something more acceptable.

I suppose then, when he laughed instead of finishing Yamcha off were two combined: the bond with Goku and mood-swings. Dunno, while writing I didn't think much of that. Later I can interpret, but I'm as good as any of you who are reading the story, so anyone's guess is good.

 

 

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 18

 

They found another Dragon Ball and now had five of them (Goku had his four-star Dragon Ball from earlier). So, it was just two to go.

 

They were sitting at the fire, contemplating, the moon high above them. After Yamcha had contemplated about a half bottle of Vodka, he just fell asleep. But then he woke up again and proceeded to contemplate.

 

Goku could see that Vegeta was tired, and he could feel some tension in Vegeta's body. It was no wonder - now Vegeta would tire much faster than before.

 

Goku drew Vegeta closer to his body, put his hands on Vegeta's shoulders and began to massage them. He immediately felt Vegeta approve - the prince leaned into him, his head falling back onto his chest, and after a minute he heard a soft purr.

 

“Fascinating, isn't it?” Yamcha murmured, while his eyes were fixed on the fire.

 

Goku smiled. “Ask Krillin - maybe he's willing to give you a massage?”

 

“No way,” Krillin sipped from his can.

 

Goku sighed then lowered his hands to Vegeta's stomach. Vegeta will have to wait for his full massage. Goku drew several circles over Vegeta's stomach.

 

And so they sat silently, each submerged in his own thoughts, gazing at the dancing fire, contemplating the liquids further.

 

“I need to marry,” Yamcha suddenly decided.

 

Now even Vegeta opened one eye to look at him.

 

“How about Bulma?” Krillin suggested, almost dying from laughter.

 

“Over my dead body,” Vegeta calmly announced.

 

Yamcha was drunk enough not to notice Vegeta's statement. “No, Bulma isn't my type. I need someone… I mean she's hot, smart, loud, but I need someone simple…bighearted…”

 

“You'd be bored after two days,” Krillin remarked. “Remember Rhona?”

 

Yamcha waved off. “I was young and foolish then… Who needs a bimbo who only thinks about her looks and your money? I need something real… Look at you…” he looked at Krillin, “happily married.” He looked at Goku and Vegeta. “Happily…whatever… And I feel more and more lonely each day… Hell, I even started thinking about kids!”

 

“Can't be…” Krillin's eyes widened.

 

“Yeah… I know…” Yamcha solemnly nodded. “Even Vegeta is going to be a mom, and what about me?”

 

“What?!” Vegeta spluttered. “I'm not a fucking mom!”

 

Yamcha seemed genuinely surprised. “Well, excuse me - it's not that you're going to be a dad either…”

 

“Grr…”

 

“Shh… He's drunk,” Goku smiled.

 

“But really?” Yamcha gazed at Vegeta. “You are pregnant, aren't you? And that was with Goku's help. So Goku is the father, and you are the mother. Logical.”

 

“Do you think I'm his wife, too?!” Vegeta hissed.

 

“Well… Not exactly…” Yamcha concentrated as much as he was able in his state. “But there's that dominating-submissive thing, isn't there? And you're the submissive one, so you're kinda of… Well…not a wife but something like that. It was Goku who chose you after all, wasn't it?”

 

“I. Will. Fucking. Rip. Your. Guts. Out.”

 

“Yamcha, could you, please, shut up?” Goku sighed. “We'll speak about this when you're sober.”

 

“Alright,” Yamcha shrugged. “So who knows a good girl for me?”

 

XXXXX

 

“Calm down, finally, will you?” Goku sighed, soothingly stroking Vegeta's tense back. He was straddling Vegeta's waist and massaging the tense shoulders. “He was completely drunk.”

 

“He wasn't.”

 

“Why do you care? You never cared before, and it's not like he understands much about our relationship.”

 

Vegeta wondered for some time. Really - when did he start to care?

 

Goku kissed the tanned muscular back before him. “Just forget it, lover.”

 

“Lover?”

 

Goku grinned. “Yeah.”

 

Vegeta laughed. “Fine.”

 

“Can I ask you something?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Will our son really be Vegeta?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You never asked me.”

 

“It's my first full-blooded son and he'll be Vegeta.”

 

“What will be his surname? I mean he'll need to go to school and such… Trunks is Briefs, my sons have Son surname…”

 

Vegeta was silent, and Goku knew that Vegeta hadn't thought about it before. “Well, maybe it will sound a little stupid, but he could have several surnames. People here love long surnames,” Goku said then.

 

“Vegeta Briefs Son?” Vegeta wondered.

 

“No, Vegeta Son Briefs.”

 

“Why that “Briefs” at all?” Vegeta blinked.

 

Goku scratched his head. “Dunno. Seemed like a good idea.”

 

“And if you add Goku and Goten in the middle, it's a perfect idea, isn't it?” Vegeta asked.

 

“Vegeta Goku Son Briefs Goten Gohan….errr…errr…” Goku drawled.

 

Vegeta burst out laughing. “Moron.”

 

Goku smacked him on his ass. “So maybe only Vegeta Son?”

 

“Sounds acceptable,” Vegeta grinned into the pillow.

 

“Did you talk with Bulma about the labor?”

 

“It's the only thing she does - talking about the labor,” Vegeta groaned. “She makes me sick.”

 

“What did she say?”

 

“She suggests Caesarean.”

 

“Will you agree?”

 

“No.”

 

“Vegeta, you are kinda small and believe me - the baby is gonna be awfully big.”

 

“If the Woman and that dragon of yours managed on their own, I'll deal with that too.”

 

“You forget the main factor - you don't have some body parts they have. I highly recommend listening to Bulma and settling on Caesarian or otherwise you'll snap in two and bleed to death.”

 

Vegeta scrunched his nose. “Don't you start.”

 

“You are going to have Caesarean.”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Vegeta…”

 

“Nope.”

 

“Why the hell are you so stubborn? It's only for your own safety.”

 

“I'll bear naturally.”

 

“You'll die naturally.” Goku was sure that with time Vegeta will realize that he was in much bigger trouble than he realized. He decided to ask Bulma to show some documentary to Vegeta. Some men didn't exactly understand what was involved in labor.

 

XXXXX

 

“Hey, are you alright?” Krillin quickly walked over to Vegeta. He had noticed how Vegeta suddenly leaned on a tree, his hand massaging his lower belly.

 

Krillin suddenly got nervous as Vegeta's ki dropped then jumped up again. He watched Vegeta slowly sit down upon the grass.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku was at Vegeta's side. He kneeled to see Vegeta's face.

 

“I'm fine, fine,” Vegeta pushed Goku away from his face. “Just one of those stupid ki jumps again.”

 

Goku's fast hand caught Vegeta by his arm as that one swayed slightly while standing up. “I think you should sit down for a while.”

 

“There's nothing wrong with me.”

 

“Please, sit down,” Goku gently pushed Vegeta back to the tree. “We'll start the fire for breakfast and you'll join us then.”

 

“You are annoying,” Vegeta crossed his hands over his chest, his nose high in the air.

 

Goku laughed. He quickly kissed Vegeta on his brow, picked up the wood Vegeta had been gathering before and IT-ed back to the spot they chose for starting the fire.

 

“It's not the first time?” Krillin asked.

 

Vegeta looked at him. “I had several before.”

 

“Aren't they dangerous?”

 

Vegeta cocked his head to the side then shrugged at Krillin. “I don't know. Probably not. Nothing happened, anyway, besides, Raaven has them, too.”

 

“It might be harmful.”

 

Vegeta's brow rose.

 

Krillin sighed. “Vegeta, you are so damn stubborn… Of course I'm worried about you. I always have been. Even when you threatened to kill us all or when you became our friend.”

 

“Very funny,” Vegeta scowled at him. He had no idea what to say or do.

 

“Vegeta, please…” Krillin sighed, “…don't be an ass,” he added, grinning.

 

“The only ass I see here, is you,” Vegeta smirked at him. Good that Krillin didn't pester him with more of those tearful announcements.

 

“I'd like you to come over to my house someday,” Krillin smiled. “Eighteen would be glad to see you, too. I can bet you'd have a lot to talk about,” he motioned to Vegeta's stomach. He laughed after Vegeta scowled at him.

 

“I'll think about it,” Vegeta scowled at Krillin again.

 

“Good,” Krillin nodded. He turned to see how Goku and Yamcha were doing. “Look, they miraculously managed to start the fire without us.”

 

“Hard to believe,” Vegeta chuckled while watching Yamcha rubbing his teary eyes after Goku blew sand into his face while trying to start the fire. He watched Goku's bushy tail swaying high in the air. The big Saiyan was trying to muster something to hold the spits over the fire. “Yamcha's still half drunk.”

 

Krillin shook his head in agreement. “That was too much even for him. My head feels like it's gonna burst into pieces at any moment. Actually what were we talking about yesterday?”

 

“Believe me, you don't want to know.”

 

“That bad?”

 

“Worse.”

 

Krillin quickly turned away after noticing Yamcha getting deadly white then running somewhere into the bushes. Soon sounds of vomiting followed.

 

“I don't think we'll go anywhere today…” Krillin sighed, observing some leaves at his feet. “Flying would kill us…”

 

“That's for sure…”

 

They ate breakfast. Well, Yamcha still was somewhere in the bushes. Then they gathered in one capsule house, found some local channel and settled down to peacefully watch TV. Around noon Yamcha crawled into the house, crawled next to the sofa where the others were sitting, pressed his forehead to the cool floor and passed out again.

 

“Vegeta?”

 

“Um?”

 

Goku sighed. “I want to ask your advice.” He sighed again then glared at Krillin who shifted closer to them. Krillin shifted back. “It's about Gohan. We meet each other, we speak, laugh but something's wrong. Of course I would expect that… Well, it was a shock for him to learn about us…”

 

“Listen,” Vegeta cut him off. “He's a big boy. And I don't know what you mean with that “shock thing”. He perfectly knew about the stuff earlier. We talked about it…” Vegeta looked at Krillin then passed out Yamcha. He ITed himself and Goku away out of the house, back to the fire-pit.

 

“So to cut the crap,” he said then, “I have no idea why he reacted like he reacted. We talked about flowers and bees in the Saiyan way, and hell - he almost fucked me during his first heat. I understand that he doesn't like me much, but he's a genius after all… I don't see a problem here…”

 

“Maybe you'd talk to him?” Goku ignored Vegeta's problem here.

 

“I?” Vegeta looked surprised. “Well, after that incident we didn't interact much.”

 

“Are you still angry with him?”

 

“No, the first heat drives everyone crazy. Yes, I'd have killed him if he… But nothing happened, so it's history.”

 

“Then probably he feels simply uncomfortable…”

 

“Yeah, sometimes he stares at me with a strange look in his eyes,” Vegeta said. “Probably still can't believe that he wanted to fuck me…” he laughed then.

 

“I don't know what to do then…” Goku threw up his arms in defeat. “I try to talk with him but he just says that everything is alright. But it isn't!” Goku sighed. “I'm afraid we'll grow apart eventually…”

 

“Don't know…” Vegeta sighed, too. “Just try talking one more time. Only this time push him to the wall, push until he tells you what's wrong. Like you do with me.”

 

Goku smiled. “Yeah, it works with you.”

 

“Maybe it will also work with him.”

 

XXXXX

 

In the evening Yamcha felt better and it was decided to stay in place and have a good decent sleep.

 

“So you really think that your neighbor would suit me?” Yamcha turned to Krillin.

 

“What?” Krillin blinked. “What neighbor?”

 

“You told me yesterday that you have a wise, blond, tall and outgoing female neighbor.”

 

“I don't have any such neighbor…” Krillin blinked, trying to remember what he had been babbling while drunk. Then he remembered. “Oh, damn. I really was drunk. I have such a neighbor, only that she's 70 years old.”

 

“Why in the hell was I so sick and you have only a tiny hangover?” Yamcha couldn't believe it. “You certainly were drunker than I.”

 

Krillin shrugged. “My metabolism is better.”

 

Yamcha decided to go to sleep.

 

XXXXX

 

The next day they found the other two Dragon Balls, and Yamcha and Krillin had another reason to contemplate.

 

The next day, the four men finally came back. Everyone was happy because of a successful search, and Yamcha and Krillin had a new reason to contemplate.

 

XXXXX

 

A day later Goku and Kamala met for a spar.

 

Goku observed Kamala. The Saiyan still wore Vegeta's old training suit, and seemed to be more or less the same as usual. But something bothered Goku. They exchanged several blows and he still couldn't grasp what it was. Kamala seemed to be a little distracted, even nervous, but it wasn't that. Goku was feeling weird too; there was something wrong with him: his skin was tingling, and his breathing was uneven like he had been sparring for ages now.

 

“You wouldn't mind if we finished early today?” Kamala gasped for air while blocking Goku's foot.

 

“Is something wrong?” After asking Goku noticed the surprise clearly written in Kamala's eyes, then…shame? But then it was gone.

 

“No, I just…” he missed blocking Goku's fist that was directed to his face and was sent crashing to the dusty ground.

 

“Alright,” Goku pinned Kamala down. “We're finished,” he smiled at Kamala. That strange feeling engulfed him again. He felt dizzy. He leaned down. Kamala smelt so nice…

 

As Kamala's lips suddenly touched his, Goku's head jumped back. Stupefied, he stared at Kamala who was staring back at him, his face one big reflection of fear.

 

Kamala was in heat.

 

Goku exhaled the breath he was holding and leaned back on his haunches. Kamala was left lying, his eyes half-open, his breath ragged, the blush on his cheeks replaced by paleness.

 

“Kamala…” Goku slowly got up. He watched a lying Kamala whose eyes closed at the sound of his voice. Kamala's chest was rising and falling quickly, the heat's scent now mixing with that of arousal.

 

“I'm sorry,” Kamala whispered. His eyes were still closed - he didn't dare to look at Goku. “I just couldn't help it.”

 

“You have a mate.”

 

“I don't love him,” Kamala softly whispered. He still hadn't made a move. By the silence that followed his words, he knew that Kakarott was surprised. Maybe shocked even. He was such a fool.

 

“Why did you mate him then?”

 

“He needed someone…” Kamala opened his eyes to look at Goku but then quickly turned his head away in shame.

 

“Get up,” Goku ordered.

 

Kamala obediently sat up on the ground with his head lowered, shoulders slumped.

 

Goku sighed. “You shouldn't have mated Raaven.”

 

“I know…” Kamala's tail made a nervous twitch, brushing the sand next to Kamala.

 

“You'll only torture him and yourself…”

 

“It's too late, anyway…” Kamala kicked the sand under his feet.

 

“What are you going to do?” Goku asked. He sat down next to Kamala.

 

Kamala raised his head to look at Goku, surprised. “What do you mean? There isn't anything I can do…”

 

“Kamala, you are in heat. Why did you come here to spar with me? What did you expect?”

 

Goku heard Kamala's breathing hitch. “Nothing.”

 

“I think you did. Did you expect me to claim you as I did with Vegeta? Did you expect us to be one big happy family? This isn't going to happen, Kamala.” Goku watched various emotions flow over Kamala's face: fear, shame, anger, defeat, sadness. “You have a mate, Kamala. Raaven would be very sad to know that…”

 

Kamala closed his eyes and raised his head to the sun. “He knows. He tried to kill me.”

 

Goku's eyes widened. He remembered that incident. So this was the reason… “Why did you tell him?”

 

“I didn't…” Kamala suddenly blushed. “I…I…shouted your name while we…you know…” Kamala blushed even more.

 

Goku blushed himself. “Gods, Kamala…”

 

“I love you. I…” Kamala stared at the sand at his feet. “I just can't do anything about it. I tried and... It's…” Kamala's voice was shaking. “Please, just this one time, I… Only this time…”

 

“Kamala, you don't know what you're talking about,” Goku rubbed his forehead in frustration. He was completely lost. He had never encountered such a situation before and had no idea how to deal with it.

 

“Don't you want me at all?” Kamala's voice was just a whisper.

 

“Kamala, stop it!”

 

“I can't.”

 

“Go to your mate, Kamala, and forget this day ever happened!” Goku rose to his feet, growling. He put two fingers to his forehead and ITed away.

 

XXXXX

 

What a moron he was.

 

What a moron he was!

 

And how the hell did he get to this?! What the fuck had he been thinking?!

 

Kamala groaned, turned onto his other side and hid his burning face in the pillow.

 

Damn heat! Nothing would have happened if not for this stupid heat!

 

But he was lying to himself again - heat had nothing to do with that. Sooner or later it would have happened. The heat made it sooner.

 

And really, what did he expect? No, HOW could he expect?! He was an absolute idiot, thinking that Kakarott would accept him. Who would want him? No normal Saiyan would choose him. Who was he? - Nothing. A weakling, a foolish boy, a whore fucked by everyone who just felt in the mood. Who'd want him as a mate?! No fighting skills, no power, no brains, nothing. Kakarott has a mate, the prince, a powerful and prudent warrior, and he was happy. Why would he need a depressed idiot?!

 

And how did he get to this?!

 

He had a mate. He and Raaven went through hell and then back. And only because they stuck together, only because they cared for each other. And what did he do?! How did he repay that trust, that love Raaven had given him? What mate would do that? Only scum like him could have done something like this. He betrayed Raaven and endangered the other couple's happiness. After Prince Vegeta finds out about what happened, he'd kill him. Well, one couldn't blame him for that.

 

And how the fuck did he get to this?!

 

He knew Kakarott wouldn't react to the scent, and even if he did, he wouldn't do anything, and he still went to spar, to see him. Complete idiot. Only he could have thought that Kakarott deliberately pretended not to understand that he was in heat! Only he could have thought that Kakarott leaned down to kiss him!

 

Kakarott was angry. Of course he was angry! - He almost forced himself on Kakarott. Even if Prince Vegeta wouldn't kill him - there is nothing good to wait for, anyway. Kakarott hated him now, and he can forget those spars, swims and those “chats” with Kakarott. And that would be good for him actually - he had a mate, he was expecting a child. It was very good that Kakarott had finally turned him down. It hurt so much, but it was good. He already had been feeding on the empty hopes for too long. Maybe now he'd find peace…one way or another.

 

But it hurt so much! And knowing that he was the biggest idiot in the world didn't help to quench that pain, knowing that it was his own fault for falling in love with a happily mated Saiyan didn't help. And it didn't help to know that the only person in the world that he adored hated him now.

 

It hurt.

 

But it had been hurting each day anyway. It hurt to see that smile, to see those black eyes, full of feeling. Even that pose, with the hand behind his back, was adorable. It hurt to hear that laughter. It hurt to know that none of this will ever be his.

 

At least now he had Kakarott's hatred. Yes, only for him.

 

He didn't know that Kakarott was capable of that, but what more did he expect? A friendly tap on his shoulder? - Sorry, but you know, I have a mate, you have a mate, so let's just be friends, okay?

 

And how the fuck did he get to this?!

 

How could he let this happen? Why didn't he see this earlier? He would have stopped those spars, those chats.

 

Who was he kidding here? He probably was already in love with Kakarott the moment he saw those big eyes, that big smile, the first time he heard him pronounce those strange sounds of his language. Why had he been so eager to learn Terran? Of course that he would be able to talk with Kakarott. He was mesmerized by Kakarott. There was such strange boyish innocence in Kakarott. Something he had lost so long ago… It was not that Kakarott was stupid or anything like that. It was that Kakarott was always so eager to please and always enthusiastic. Sometimes he almost seemed to bubble.

 

He had never met such a person before. With Kakarott he could forget everything. Yes, he could. Kakarott, of course, didn't forget anything. Kakarott reminded him of who he was as soon as he noticed them getting too close. Of course Kakarott was right. And why did he freak out and attack Kakarott then? It was the truth - he was who he was. Why pretend to be someone else? Kakarott already knew, so why pretend? At least he had pride not to forget who he was. But he was still stupid enough to expect to hope.

 

He should have understood the real meaning when Kakarott complimented his looks. That hadn't been a compliment at all. Kakarott reminded him. Kakarott was polite enough not to spill everything into his face. And he, idiot, thought that Kakarott liked him. Kakarott was friendly with everyone; he would help Frieza himself, if that one asked nicely!

 

And how the fuck did he get to this?!

 

Well, he was an idiot, after all.

 

Kamala sighed heavily. He heard the sheets rustle next to him.

 

“You were with him again?”

 

“We sparred.”

 

“Liar.”

 

“We only sparred.”

 

“Fucking liar. And why are you lying? I know anyway! Why don't you stop lying to me? Love, devotion… Isn't it what you promised to me? Why did you mate me? Damn liar! You are nothing more than a whore!”

 

“Raaven!” Kamala's body trembled.

 

“Did you beg him to fuck you?”

 

Kamala silently stared at the pillow.

 

“Thought so. Missed the time at the base? You had been so busy then… Sometimes ten in one night… Not getting enough now?”

 

“Raaven!” Angrily Kamala turned around to look at his mate. “How can you say this?!”

 

“Was he good? Did he promise to mate you? Maybe you already are pregnant? He likes kids, I heard…”

 

“Oh Gods… How can you say this? How…?”

 

“Because it's true. You are no better than they were. You miss them now, you lie, you cheat. You promised to help me. Had I known what kind of help you were suggesting…”

 

“Stop! Raaven, stop!” Kamala gripped his sheets, his knuckles white, his whole body shaking.

 

“Will you let Prince Vegeta fuck you? Just think about it - such an honor! Well, maybe you'll have to wait until the child is born, but I'm sure you'd like it.”

 

Kamala stared at the ripped sheets in his hands. He deserved all of this and even more. And no matter how much he didn't like it - it was true. Raaven had every right to say that - he had just asked another male to fuck him.

 

Raaven listened to Kamala's sobs then turned away, to his side.

 

The next thing Kamala saw was metal glistening in Raaven's hand. He instinctively jumped back, way from the knife. He stared at Raaven, his eyes wide in disbelief.

 

“Put it down,” Kamala whispered.

 

They fought. He didn't want to hurt Raaven and he was growing tired. And at some point he realized that he didn't care anymore. Didn't care at all. He couldn't do this anymore. Couldn't live with that truth.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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