Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 19 ( Chapter 19 )

 

Hello, everybody!

Okay, so first of all I'd want to say that I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. The second thing I wanted to say was that I am currently looking for a volunteer to beta-read this fic (Playing Home). My beta doesn't have enough time, so that's why the updates are so slow. So, please, help me out, and the story will be updated much faster.

Now, for the ones who'd be interested to help me out, I can say that Playing Home is almost finished and will have a bit over 30 chapters (31-33?). So, if you took it on, you'd have to beta-read something about 13 - 15 chapters (I have 11 of them done).

You can volunteer to beta-read either by writing a review and leaving your e-mail or by e-mailing directly to me. I'll answer all e-mails, like I always do.

Ahem, the last note - people who would want to beta-read should know English better than I (English is not my mother tongue)… Please, don't write to me if you can't even normally spell.

 

Hello, dishgurl!

Yeah, there's much more of confrontation ahead… Much of it in this chapter. I'm sure you'll like the confrontation between Vegeta and Kamala ^_~

 

Hello, RowinaDequina!

Well, first of all I want to say that your one-liners on Saiyan Secrets are truly wonderful. I will go as far as to say that they are the best. I like your dialogues - they are sharp and playful. And your short-fics are different for they are more than only PWP sacred to sex.

Well, in this chapter you'll see more of Kamala's feelings. And of Vegeta's, of course ^_~ Ah, to hell with it - of Gohan's and of Raaven's and Goku's, too ^_~

 

Hello, NewFan!

I actually miss you. I truly love your reviews :)

Oh, Yamcha can be many things: he can be clever, he can be dumb and he can be drunk. With him everything works in a fic.

Goku and Gohan's relationship isn't going to improve. Not yet, anyway.

Kamala… Ah well, he has grown in completely different surroundings and there are enough of things that he remembers about being a Saiyan. Looking from our angle he's a family destroyer, but you should have in mind that the Saiyan society (that was created and recreated in many fics until it reached mine) was way different from ours. Remember the first chapters where Vegeta told Goku that he had a right to have more than one mate (even if that one wouldn't be willing). And there also were many other things in the previous chapters.

Sure, Goku can't ignore that. Though, he'll desperately try to keep things from escalating further. And you'll see if he succeeds…

Raaven… Raaven is completely broken. He has bordered on the edge for a long time and by attacking his own mate he has pushed himself down. Yes, Raaven is scary but first of all he's piteous. He had the only person he could trust and that person betrayed him. I think you do know what crimes of passion mean…

Ah, well, I can't hate Kamala or Raaven. Bad stuff happens, bad decisions are being made…

 

Hello, Oceanu!

Okay, how fast did you read the stories? I'm just asking because you didn't spell any of the names right. Well, except Goku and Vegeta, hahaha Okay, and first of all - Goku had never kissed or forced himself on Kamala. It has always been other way around. Yes, Playing Home has many traits of Deep Circle. It might be seen as continuation for Kamala and X relationship (actually I myself told that it was the reason why I didn't proceed with writing Deep Circle). It was hard for me to leave Kamala out. I grew to like Kamala's character. Besides, he's pretty ^_~

But you shouldn't say that I'm fond of Goku x Kamala, for it isn't true. I play with that pairing a lot, that's right, but it's only because the most suitable character for Kamala seems to be Goku (in Deep Circle I liked it because Kamala was sly and astute but at the same time he was a very good person, just like Goku, and I liked idea of Goku being exposed to such a character and being played with. In Playing Home I simply repeated the same trait).

My fics have many parallels (even if each story stands on its own, they all are one entity. Gohan from Playing Home will appear to be the same Gohan that is in Lucid, and there are many similar things found in my fics). And it doesn't matter how much I toy with Goku x Kamala it will never be returned. The fics are Goku x Vegeta (with other pairings included), so I just give what's promised. Sure, I love to spice my fics.

What concerns writing other story based on Kamala x Goku… Nah, I won't do that. Well, I can say that you'll get more of “Goku x Kamala” in Playing Home but, as told, it's just a game. And other thing - I don't revolve around Goku x Vegeta. Not anymore. I got bored with it. Currently I'm finishing another (not Lucid) fic with Gohan x Mirai Trunks, and have already started Goten x Trunks fic. Ah well, don't be sad, as told, there are still several juicy moments in Playing Home to come.

 

Hello, frozenflower!

Well, first of all I want to say that your review made my day. It was very nice of you to say all those flattering things, hehehe

Yeah, I already commented on my own grammar several times, so I don't see any need to repeat myself. I simply try my best.

Hmm… I don't really remember saying that this fic was my least favorite from the trilogy. I think I meant fics that I'm currently updating… Actually Come Together is worst than Playing Home… Or maybe my view changed in several months… *scratches her head in confusion*

Hmm…you're not the first one to tell me that my original characters are likeable and easy to get attached to. It's that to their development I give as much attention as to other characters'. They are not only some decoration that helps me to prolong the story. Together with creating new situations I try to make them so that they would enliven the story but not to cover the other characters completely. I truly care about my OCs, sometimes even more than about the others ^_~, so I suppose that's why they feel more alive than in some other fics.

Well, and the question why I haven't updated in a while is answered above, at the very beginning. Nah, the lack of reviews doesn't discourage me. Mostly I write these stories for me. Sure, it's very pleasant when I get nice reviews that show I'm not the only one sharing my enthusiasm for writing. Bur it's not the goal I'm writing for. I would not stoop so low as to demand five or ten reviews and only then update. I myself leave reviews not so often *kicks herself for that*

You have been curious about my mother tongue. I'm from Lithuania and I speak Lithuanian. Lithuania is a small European country at The Baltic Sea. I have not much to do with German language. I probably got you confused with that review I left for the girl. I had been studying German for quite some time, so I can speak and write it, though I'm not very good at it.

Actually I don't really have any update lists or a homepage. It's that my stories are easy to find, anyway and some of the sites I'm writing on have update alerts. Yeah, true, I'm quite lazy ^_~

Anyways, thanks for your review once again, and hope you won't get disappointed while reading this further.

 

 

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 19

 

Goku gazed at Kamala's pale face. Raaven attacked Kamala later that same day, after their spar. Obviously Kamala said something to Raaven about their encounter… But he still couldn't understand how it could have happened - Kamala was way stronger than Raaven, much more skilled in fighting. How did Raaven manage to do that? There was that possibility about which Goku didn't want to think. Besides…besides Kamala didn't seem to be the suicidal type…

 

Goku sighed and lowered his heavy head into his hands. When Gohan called him he was scared to hear his oldest babble almost incoherently. And there had been shouts in the background, which made it hard to understand Gohan's words. He immediately found Gohan's ki and ITed there. And he simply froze in place. Blood. There was blood everywhere. Kamala was lying half naked on the bedroom floor, his chest one big hole. Raaven was screaming his head off, and Gohan was trying to do something with Kamala's wounds while at the same time trying not to let Raaven near Kamala. There also was a cell-phone wrapped in Gohan's tail. There was also some knife of strange origin lying on the floor. It was all covered in blood.

 

On his way to Kamala, he hit Raaven on the back of his neck, and relieved Gohan of the task. They both then turned their attention to Kamala. Kamala was alive, barely. This was a miracle, but Goku knew from experience that Saiyans were hard to kill.

 

“Have Senzu?” Goku asked his son, who was very relieved after Raaven's shouts stopped. Now he was kneeling at Kamala's other side. “What happened?”

 

“Yeah, have one,” Gohan reached into his pocket and pulled a Senzu out of it. He put it into Goku's palm. “I don't know. I was nearby, felt their ki spike. I wasn't concerned at first,” Gohan blushed. “But later Kamala's ki dropped almost to the minimum, so I just landed to check. Then I heard Raaven's screams. When I kicked the door down, I found him kneeling next to Kamala and just screaming his head off. He wasn't attacking Kamala, but he had that knife in his hand. I think Raaven wounded Kamala, and then panicked after he realized what he'd done,” Gohan quickly spilled, watching how his father chewed the bean then pressed his mouth to Kamala's pushing the mass into it.

 

“Where's Vegeta?” Gohan asked while watching Kamala choke then swallow the mass.

 

“At home,” Goku wiped his mouth and turned to look at Raaven.

 

Gohan quickly checked. “Yeah, he is,” he heaved out a relieved sigh.

 

Goku raised his brow at his son but then turned to look back at Kamala; the Senzu Bean was doing its work: the messy wounds on Kamala's chest were healing, smaller cuts already closed, bruises vanishing.

 

“Gods… How many scars…” Gohan's eyes widened.

 

“Don't mention that near him,” Goku shook his head. “He'll freak out.” Goku carefully gathered Kamala in his arms then warily laid him on the bed.

 

Gohan smelled the air. “Is he in heat?”

 

Goku nodded.

 

“Strange.”

 

“Why?” Goku asked while observing Kamala's wounds.

 

“After you mated Vegeta you've never gone into heat.”

 

Goku blinked. Gohan was right. Kamala was a dominating male, and the submissive was pregnant. Why the hell was Kamala in heat?

 

Goku heard Raaven stir. He turned around then went to the carpet where he had left the unconscious Saiyan before.

 

“Raaven?”

 

Raaven's eyelashes fluttered then his eyes shot open. Goku startled at the absolute horror that he saw in Raaven's eyes. Raaven's head shot upwards to the bed. Goku didn't even have time to react as Raaven suddenly shot past him, to the bed. Raaven almost knocked Gohan over while trying to get to Kamala.

 

Gohan pushed Raaven away from Kamala. He then threateningly growled as Raaven didn't even react and sprang back to the bed again. Gohan pushed Raaven to Goku's side.

 

“Kamala!” Raaven shouted panicking while trying to reach Kamala with one of his hands while fighting Gohan with the other.

 

“Stop it!” Gohan growled again. In an instant he pinned Raaven with his face to the floor, one of his arms trussed up behind his back.

 

“Keep him down there for awhile,” Goku went past the hysterically screaming Saiyan with Gohan almost on top of him. He sat up on the bed and observed Kamala. “I think he's alright,” he shouted over Raaven's screams. “He'll only need some rest and food now. I'll take him to my house.”

 

“And what about this one?” Gohan asked, motioning with his head to the Saiyan that he was keeping pressed to the floor with his weight.

 

“Do whatever you want with him,” Goku shrugged, lifting Kamala off the bed.

 

Gohan blinked at his father.

 

“He tried to kill his mate, Gohan. I don't ever want to see this person,” Goku pressed two fingers to his forehead.

 

Gohan snarled. “Vegeta tried to kill you more times that one could count!”

 

Goku turned his head to look at his son. He then shrugged again and then ITed away, leaving Gohan with a screaming Raaven that just went crazy after Goku and Kamala disappeared out of his sight.

 

Gohan thought that the best way would be just to knock Raaven out, but, after more struggling, Raaven just blacked out. Probably the only way to prevent Raaven from flouncing about after he woke up was to ki-cuff him. Gohan lifted Raaven from the floor and went to the bed. He frowned and then faltered on his way after feeling something wet and warm running down his arm. His nose immediately caught the scent of blood.

 

Gohan quickly put Raaven down on the bed. He immediately grabbed the phone after noticing a red stain spreading on Raaven's boxers. But then, figuring out that it would be faster, he just went Mystic.

 

In an eye-blink Goku was standing next to his son. He looked around for danger.

 

“He's bleeding!” Gohan was panicking. He grabbed Goku by his arm and shoved him to Raaven's side, hoping his father would improve the situation somehow.

 

“Bleeding?” Goku angrily asked, swatting Gohan's arm away. “Let him ble…”

 

“He's gonna miscarry!” Gohan tore at his own hair.

 

“Shit!” Goku grabbed Raaven from the bed and ITed to Capsule Corp. “Bulma!” he shouted.

 

Bulma shot up upright in her bed. “What the fuck do you think…?!” she yelled but was interrupted.

 

“His backside is bleeding!”

 

“What?” Bulma blinked. She then jumped out of bed, her long nightwear brushing the floor. She motioned for Goku to follow her. “Where's Kamala?” she asked on their way to one of her labs.

 

“At my house. Vegeta is looking after him.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Raaven almost killed him.”

 

“What?!” she turned to Goku, openmouthed. But then she turned back. There was no time to waste. “Remove his boxers,” she motioned to the table for Goku to put Raaven on. She looked around for something useful in this situation.

 

“They got into a fight,” Goku simply tore the boxers off. “Gohan found them: Kamala was almost dead, Raaven was screaming his head off. That's all I know,” he laid Raaven on the table. Goku quickly blinked at a needle in Bulma's hand.

 

“Go back to Vegeta and don't worry. After this he'll wake up in about twenty-four hours,” she said.

 

Goku nodded, found Gohan's ki, ITed to him, told him to go home and then ITed to his own home.

 

“What was that?” asked Vegeta having in mind Gohan's sudden ki burst.

 

“Gohan got scared - something's wrong with Raaven. He started to bleed,” Goku saw Vegeta's eyes widen. “I took him to Bulma.” Goku fell heavily onto the couch. “Everything's so fucked up!”

 

“Tell me about it,” snorted Vegeta.

 

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There was no sleep that night whatsoever. Goku was very worried about Raaven's pregnancy, and Vegeta was hardly able to sleep while feeling Goku's fear. Little did Vegeta know that Goku was worried not only about that particular incident, but Goku was also afraid that Raaven or Kamala would tell Vegeta exactly what that little spat was all about. In that case Kamala's life would be in danger. Again.

 

Vegeta was lying in bed, next to Goku, and staring at the ceiling as Goku tossed from one side to the other. Vegeta was then pulled into a tight embrace. Goku's hand started stroking his stomach.

 

“Oh Gods, will you finally calm down?” Vegeta couldn't help feeling annoyed. “They will sort this out. And if the Woman hasn't said anything by now, it's probably alright.”

 

“Vegeta, Raaven turned Kamala into a colander. I seriously doubt one can sort THAT out.”

 

“Look at us,” Vegeta rolled his eyes, “and we are still together.”

 

Goku sighed then brushed over Vegeta's hair. “I hope Raaven is alright. I got so angry… I just want them to be happy…”

 

“That depends only on them. You can do very little here…” Vegeta yawned. “Where are you going?” he turned to Goku as that one stood up.

 

“Can't sleep anyway. Will go check on Raaven.”

 

Vegeta shook his head in defeat. He stood up. “I'll go fix something to eat.”

 

There was no news about Raaven. Bulma told them that he didn't miscarry. Yet. But it would most likely happen in the next several hours. It didn't help at all that she had to keep the Saiyan drugged the entire time.

 

Goku sat in the kitchen mournfully staring at his plate.

 

“Eat,” Vegeta sat opposite him, a sandwich in one hand, and a chocolate in the other.

 

“I'm not hungry…” Goku sighed then laid his chin on his folded arms.

 

“Eat,” Vegeta repeated, tugging at Goku's hair.

 

Goku's eyes swept over the plate then fixed somewhere opposite him, on the wall, to be exact. “Go to sleep, Vegeta,” he exhaled. “You need to rest.”

 

“Kakarott, stop it,” Vegeta's stern voice brought Goku out from his trance. “At this moment you can't change anything. Stop thrashing around and let's go to sleep.”

 

“I know I can't change anything,” Goku whined. “And you know that only makes it worse.” Goku watched Vegeta get up from his seat and make himself another cup of tea. “I'll go check on Kamala.”

 

“He's still out or sleeping - there still are no ki changes,” Vegeta added sugar to his tea.

 

“I know,” Goku sighed. “I just can't stay in one place…” He stood up and went upstairs to see how Kamala was doing. As Vegeta said, there were no changes.

 

Goku returned to the kitchen. He found Vegeta asleep at the table, his head resting on his folded arms. The mug of tea stood steaming next to his head, his hand still squeezing a chocolate bar. Vegeta's tail hang limply from the chair, the tip reaching the floor.

 

Goku sighed. He picked Vegeta up. Vegeta's eyes fluttered open, but as he recognized the scent, they closed again. Goku wondered what would have happened if someone else had touched Vegeta. The only reason Vegeta didn't react to him was that he didn't feel any danger.

 

Goku left Vegeta in their bedroom and went back to the kitchen.

 

Goku was afraid. He was sure that one way or another Vegeta would find out the truth. Kamala's life was one thing, but Vegeta was very suspicious and quick to distrust. He was afraid that Vegeta might think that it was him who started the whole mess. That was probably how Raaven thought of this: Goku was the interloper who invaded and ruined their family. Goku was afraid that something similar might happen to him and Vegeta - if Vegeta thought only for a second that it was he who tried to seduce Kamala…

 

Goku groaned and put his head on the table. He had taken several precautions before: after that incident with Kamala he had taken the longest shower in his life and thought of hundreds of reasons what to tell Vegeta for an excuse as to why he finished that spar with Kamala earlier than usual and why he'd never train Kamala again.

 

And this clash between Kamala and Raaven was nothing good. Goku knew that if he wanted to keep Vegeta in the dark, he would have to keep him away from Kamala and Raaven. But how? Kamala was in his house. With Vegeta. As soon as Kamala woke up he'd start speaking. Maybe not intentionally, but when it boiled down to getting the truth out of a person Vegeta was the master.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala stirred in his bed then slowly blinked, yawned and froze. He didn't recognize the place. He calmed down a bit after catching Goku's and Vegeta's scents. And then Kamala's eyes widened. He gasped and sat up in bed.

 

Where was Raaven, and why he was still alive?!

 

He tried to search for Raaven's ki but it was no use - he still wasn't used feeling out others' ki yet.

 

He then noticed that he was half naked. There was some shirt hanging on the chair next to the bed. Kamala grabbed it and jumped to his feet. With a gasp, he fell back. Suddenly he felt weak and dizzy.

 

His next attempt was much more successful: he leaned on the chair and slowly stood up. He slipped on the shirt, which appeared to be not so easy to do, and by small degrees, leaning on the walls, went to the door.

 

Kamala almost fell over as suddenly the door opened from the other side.

 

“Are you nuts?” Goku gasped. “Get back into bed!” he tried to push Kamala back, but Kamala shook his head in denial and staggered past him. “Kamala, you are too weak to go anywhere!”

 

“Where's Raaven?” Kamala passed the door and observed the stairs. This was going to be the most difficult task in his life.

 

“He's with Bulma,” Goku observed a swaying Kamala who first leaned on the wall then slowly took a step to the stairs.

 

“Why?”

 

“He was hysterical so she had to give him sedative.”

 

Kamala's head snapped back to Goku. “What fucking sedative?! He's pregnant!”

 

“We couldn't do anything else. He was fighting us,” Goku grabbed a dangerously swaying Kamala before that one could have fallen down the stairs.

 

“Let me go!” Kamala angrily swatted at Goku's hand.

 

“You'll fall.” Goku was becoming more and more nervous: Kamala was almost hysterical, and Goku didn't think that it would be a good idea to tell him that Raaven probably was going to miscarry.

 

“Let go of me!”

 

“Just carry him down,” Vegeta yawned while standing at the end of the stairs.

 

Goku felt Kamala startle at Vegeta's voice. Kamala's struggles ceased in an instant, his face going blank.

 

Kamala suddenly raised his head at Vegeta. “Your Highness, I want to talk to you.”

 

Goku choked. What the fuck?! Did Kamala lose his mind completely?

 

“About what?” Vegeta looked at Kamala.

 

“Yesterday…” Kamala began.

 

“Kamala, you really need to rest,” Goku tried to think of something and fast.

 

“…I suggested…”

 

“Kamala, go to bed,” Goku felt his breath quicken.

 

“…your mate fuck me.”

 

“Oh Gods…” Goku leaned on the wall behind Kamala. What was Kamala doing?!

 

Vegeta's cold eyes bore into Kamala's calm ones. “You are dead.”

 

“Vegeta…” Goku rubbed his forehead.

 

“Shut up,” Vegeta didn't even look at him. He stared at Kamala. “Did he agree?”

 

“Vegeta!” Goku jumped, his mouth open in disbelief.

 

“No,” Kamala shook his head.

 

“That leaves you and me then,” Vegeta smiled at Kamala.

 

Goku shuddered. He remembered that smile. The first time he met Vegeta…

 

Vegeta turned around. “Be prepared. My mate isn't going to stand behind your back all the time…” he went back into the corridor.

 

“Are you completely crazy?!” Goku seriously asked Kamala after Vegeta left. “He's gonna kill you! I really can't be at your side all the time! He can IT; it will take him one second to kill you! And did you have to make it all so dramatic?! It wasn't like that!”

 

Kamala calmly shrugged. “I really was stupid thinking that you'd accept me. I simply want him to know and…”

 

“You don't want him to know! You want to punish yourself!” Goku sat up on the stairs. “Gods, Kamala, you didn't do anything!”

 

Kamala laughed. “No, it was you who didn't do anything.” He tried to take another step down the stairs. “And I did many things: I betrayed my mate, I tried to seduce you, I betrayed your mate's trust…”

 

“Kamala, if you don't care about yourself, think about Raaven! About…” Goku faltered to think of something, “…about the baby!”

 

Kamala smiled at his wobbly feet. “Kakarott, Raaven tried to kill me twice. I AM thinking about him.” Then he sighed, “And concerning the baby… Do you think Raaven would even let me near it?”

 

Goku sighed. “It's not true. Raaven loves you. He…”

 

Kamala laughed again. “You had to see the love in his eyes when he stabbed me in the chest with that knife.”

 

“He tried to help you after he realized what he'd done.”

 

Kamala waved him off. “Oh, stop it. These fucking stairs are damn difficult even without your babbling.”

 

Goku scratched his head in frustration. “Where are you going?”

 

“I want to see Raaven and to break the bond.”

 

Goku groaned. Raaven was in no condition to endure that. He was unconscious and even if he had come round, the breaking of the bond might cause some serious damage - if Raaven didn't miscarry yet, it would really happen after Kamala did as he has threatened.

 

“Kamala, have you even thought about what the hell would he do without you?” Goku shook his head. “You're talking nonsense!”

 

“Listen, we'd sort this out quicker, if you simply ITed me to Raaven,” Kamala said, placing his foot on the last step.

 

“I'm not going to IT you anywhere. You are not to leave this house.”

 

“I doubt you mate will be happy to hear that…”

 

“Kamala, stop it!” Goku shook his head again, becoming hysterical himself. “I lied about Raaven. You can't do that - there's something wrong with him. Bulma said he'll likely miscarry.”

 

Kamala stared at him then his eyes closed. “Did I hurt him?” He didn't remember much after seeing a knife in Raaven's hand.

 

“No!” Goku almost howled in frustration. “I think it's because of shock. He was hysterical when Gohan found you.”

 

“Gohan?” Kamala's eyes opened. “What the fuck did he want again?”

 

“Huh?” Goku was confused. He didn't think that Gohan and the new Saiyans had been interacting in any way. “What do you mean `again'?”

 

Kamala waved off. “Never mind.” He slowly pushed himself from the wall and turned into the corridor.

 

“Enough,” Goku shook his head. He grabbed Kamala's forearm and ITed them back into the room Kamala had woken up in. Before Kamala realized what happened he pushed Kamala onto the bed. Kamala landed on his backside, loudly yelping in pain.

 

He yelled, “Leave me in peace, you damn-!”

 

“Calm down or I'll ki-cuff you,” Goku seriously said. He pushed Kamala back onto the bed as that one tried to stand up again. He easily caught Kamala's fist that had been directed toward his face. Goku's grip on Kamala tightened. “Calm down, I said. After Kamala almost went crazy while trying to free himself, Goku had no other choice than to fulfill his promise.

 

Goku listened to an enraged Kamala's low growl. He sat down on the chair that stood next to the bed. He could read anger in Kamala's eyes. And He wasn't sure why Kamala was angry - either because he had rejected Kamala or that he didn't let him to go to Raaven. One way or another Goku wasn't able to help him.

 

“Kamala,” Goku spoke softly after long growling silence, “you need to rest. I'll get you something to eat, you'll sleep and we'll talk later.”

 

“I don't want anything from you!” Kamala hissed at him.

 

“Don't be stupid,” Goku stood up. “You are too weak to walk on your own,” he yanked open the door.

 

“Go to hell!” Kamala yelled. “And if your brat ever steps near me again, I'll fucking rip his guts out!”

 

“Gohan did what he thought was best. And if you even so much as touch my son, I'll kill you on my own.”

 

“Promise?” Kamala laughed.

 

Cursing, Goku slammed the door behind his back, almost throwing it off its hinges. He gasped after he almost collided with Vegeta, who stood just behind the door, his arms crossed against his chest, his tail tightly wrapped around his waist.

 

“Having fun?”

 

“Stop it and you!” Goku growled back. “Can't you see that he's completely shaken?”

 

“Oh, I know how I can help him,” Vegeta shrugged at him.

 

“You are not going to kill him,” Goku stated flatly.

 

“Oh, we'll just see about that,” Vegeta calmly said to Goku's angry face.

 

“Vegeta…”

 

“I'm not interested,” Vegeta waved off. “The Woman just called. Raaven came round. She thinks the baby is safe.”

 

Goku sighed in relief. “At least some good news.” He then tensed. “She might be in danger.”

 

“Trunks is there. He'll handle Raaven easily,” Vegeta shrugged. “And Goten is at Capsule Corp. at the moment.”

 

“Yeah, two of them is enough,” Goku nodded. “Later I'll ask Gohan to check on him.”

 

“Gohan is kind of studying, in case you forgot,” Vegeta pointed out. “Tomorrow is Thursday; he'll have to be at University, and the kids will have to be at school.”

 

Goku softly cursed. He couldn't be in two places at once.

 

“I'll watch over Raaven,” Vegeta said then. “But call your brat for the weekend.”

 

“Thanks,” Goku sighed. He wasn't sure what to do - he had promised Kamala something to eat, but it seemed that Vegeta wasn't going to move away from the door to Kamala's room. “Vegeta, let's go to the kitchen, we need to talk.”

 

“I don't want to talk.”

 

“Vegeta, please…”

 

Vegeta glared at Goku. “Do you really fancy him so much to risk our relationship?”

 

“Gods, Vegeta, don't start…”

 

“The slut wanted to seduce you and then you bring him into our house! Do you want to point out something to me by this?! No Saiyan would do that!”

 

Goku winced. He hurt Vegeta's pride. Vegeta will not easily forget this. “It wasn't exactly like he said …”

 

“Oh really?”

 

“Vegeta, he's in shock - his mate almost killed him.”

 

“I'll finish him off,” Vegeta promised.

 

“No you won't,” Goku shook his head, sighing. “Vegeta, stop this nonsense. He's only a boy.”

 

“It's an empty conversation, Kakarott. I'll kill him the first opportunity I have.”

 

“If you do that, it's over,” Goku simply said.

 

“Just fucking unbelievable!” Vegeta screamed at him. “You defend that slut?!” he hissed, his fists clenched. “I'll fucking kill you both!”

 

“Vegeta!” Goku growled.

 

Suddenly Vegeta stilled. “You know what?” he yelled then. “Just fucking fine! Just fucking keep that slut if you want! But don't fucking expect me to approve!” his eyes burned into Goku's then he turned around and marched down the stairs.

 

Goku watched Vegeta's retreating back then slowly slumped against the wall. This was going to be a tough one.

 

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It was a nightmare. Goku felt like he'd been trapped in hell: Vegeta didn't talk to him anymore, Vegeta completely ignored him. Vegeta just avoided him. There were no arguments, no fits of rage, Vegeta just ignored him.

 

That was killing Goku. Only two days passed, but he was already going crazy. The last day Vegeta wasn't at home at all. He felt Vegeta's ki appear in one of the rooms around 10 PM. Afraid that Vegeta might attack Kamala, he quickly ITed to it.

 

Vegeta wasn't in the same room with Kamala. Vegeta was getting ready to sleep: he was only sitting on the bed in his boxers.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku sighed. “Let's go to our bedroom.”

 

Vegeta turned around. Goku almost jumped back at the sight of Vegeta's canines.

 

“Vegeta, please?”

 

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” Goku jumped at Vegeta's shrill voice. “Was it not enough that I agreed to keep that slut here?! Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me!” he hissed at Goku venomously as that one tried to kiss him.

 

Goku groaned in frustration. “Vegeta, please, listen to me - I'm not going to sleep with Kamala. Never. But he's ill. I can't leave him like that…” Goku felt defeated when Vegeta only growled at him.

 

The next day went pretty much the same: Vegeta got up very early and went to Capsule Corp. to look over Raaven. He didn't even say a word to Goku. Goku was ever so frustrated when Kamala called him an idiot for doing this to his mate.

 

Vegeta didn't return at all that evening. Bulma called to tell him that the prince was going to spend the night at Capsule Corp. Goku felt as if world had crashed down upon his shoulders.

 

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“Vegeta?” Gohan silently opened the door leading into the room with Vegeta and Raaven. It was Saturday already and Goku had called to ask to look in on Raaven.

 

“What?” Vegeta lowered the book he was holding in his hands and turned toward the door.

 

Gohan took in the situation: Vegeta was comfortably sitting on a couch. He was reading. Gohan noticed plenty of candies, sweets and chocolate bars on the table. Raaven was seated opposite the prince and glaring at Vegeta from the corner of his eye. The air was filled the scent of fertility. Gohan noticed that every time he was near one of the pregnant Saiyans he felt reconciling, relaxed, even strangely calm and protective over them. He was sure that it was the pheromones.

 

“My father called. Told to check on Raaven,” Gohan entered the room, closed the door behind him. He approached Vegeta.

 

“I'm watching him,” Vegeta picked the book back up and continued reading. “You can go back to Videl.” He didn't notice Gohan frown at the words.

 

“You hadn't been at home all day. I think Goku would want to see you,” Gohan sighed. He had noticed depressed notes in his father's voice while they were talking on the phone.

 

“I don't want to see him,” Vegeta spat, turning the other page.

 

“You had an argument?” Gohan sat down on the couch, a bit farther from Vegeta.

 

Vegeta snorted. “One can say that. Your father got a new admirer, so I sorta got very angry.”

 

“What?” Gohan looked at him confused.

 

“I don't want to talk about it,” Vegeta grabbed up a chocolate bar and peeled the wrapper off. He took a good bite.

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“Ask Raaven. I bet he'll be happy to explain it to you.”

 

Gohan turned to Raaven. “What is he talking about?”

 

Raaven gave a good measured glare to them both. “He's saying that your father is fucking my mate.”

 

Gohan was speechless. His face went blank. “What?! WHAT is he doing?!” he then screamed.

 

“Stop shouting!” Vegeta rubbed his ears. He took another chocolate.

 

“Explain!” Gohan snatched the bar out of Vegeta's hand. “And enough of the sugar!”

 

“Fuck off,” Vegeta swatted Gohan out of his way.

 

“What the fuck is going on?!” Gohan was losing his patience.

 

“Exactly. There's quite a bit of fucking going on!” Vegeta hissed at him. “It appears that your father has been very lonely so he decided to invite more Saiyans to fuck!”

 

Gohan stared at Vegeta for some time. “My father is sleeping with Kamala?”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Get the hell out of my sight,” he swatted Gohan away.

 

Gohan silently sat down back on the couch. “I thought he loved you…”

 

“He loves everyone,” Vegeta snorted.

 

“Oh Gods, Vegeta. I'm so sorry,” Gohan rubbed his forehead. “What are you going to do?”

 

“Kill myself!” Vegeta growled. “What do you mean what am I going to do?!”

 

Gohan gazed at Vegeta's angry eyes. “Well…you probably already tried to kill Kamala…”

 

“Fuck tried! Kakarott defends him!” Vegeta spat angrily.

 

“There must be some misunderstanding…” Gohan shook his head in disbelief.

 

“No, a misunderstanding was back then when I let him mate me!” Vegeta snarled.

 

“Right,” Gohan gathered his wits. He took a pack of cookies away from Vegeta. “If my father is a bastard, there's no reason to risk your health.” He put the pack farther from Vegeta and sat down closer to him. “I suppose you aren't going back?”

 

“No!”

 

“Will you stay here?” Gohan felt anger gathering inside him. How could Goku have done this to Vegeta?!

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Don't know.”

 

“You could stay here; everything you could need is here,” Gohan pushed the cookies even farther from Vegeta's reach. “And promise me you'll stop eating sweets.”

 

“And why the fuck are YOU so concerned?!” Vegeta pushed Gohan away and took another pack of biscuits.

 

Gohan snatched the pack out of Vegeta's hand. “Because I feel responsible! If my father can't take care of his mate, I'll do it!”

 

“Oh, just fucking great,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Another one. Just fucking leave me in peace!” Vegeta growled.

 

“I can't believe that! Bastard!” Gohan shook his fist at his father's picture in his head. “And I was wondering why he was so eager to take Kamala to your home, and didn't care about Raaven..!”

 

“Oh, yes, he fucking expected to have an orgy!”

 

“Damn pervert!” Gohan hissed. He then went silent. “Vegeta… You don't think that he'd try to…make you…?”

 

Vegeta stared at Gohan. He finally started to realize where his tongue had taken him. He groaned. “No, I'm sure he wouldn't. He won't ever hurt me or his child.”

 

“Vegeta, he never cared much for his family. If not for the other chance to fight, he'd have never come back. Don't be so sure…”

 

Vegeta stared at Gohan, stupefied. He was talking with Kakarott's son. And that son didn't doubt a word he had said about his father. And his stupid tongue even led Gohan to think that his wayward father might rape him [Vegeta].

 

“Oh, Gods,” Vegeta groaned, closing his eyes. “Gohan, it wasn't like that. Kakarott cares about all of you…”

 

“When did he ever care? When he left us for seven years? Be careful around him,” Gohan shook his head.

 

Vegeta lowered his head, brushed over his sweaty forehead then slowly stood up. Kakarott was going to kill him.

 

“Where are you going?” Gohan turned to him.

 

“I need to think.”

 

“Just don't go to him. He's not worth it.”

 

“Gohan, forget everything I said. I talked nonsense. I need to be alone for awhile…” Vegeta felt his breathing hitch. Those sweets really didn't do any good.

 

“Vegeta?” Gohan rose to his feet, concerned, as he saw Vegeta lean on the wall.

 

“It's okay. I'm just…” having another panic attack, Vegeta thought. He already could feel fear spreading through his body, his heartbeat becoming faster.

 

“Vegeta!” Gohan's eyes widened after seeing Vegeta gasp then sink him to his knees. Vegeta's ki was jumping like mad. “What's wrong?” he shot to Vegeta. He grabbed hold of Vegeta, but Vegeta didn't seem to understand him. He didn't even seem to realize what was happening. Gohan shook Vegeta several times, hoping to bring him round.

 

“Vegeta?” Goku appeared next to Gohan and Vegeta. He startled seeing his oldest bare his canines at him. He tried to get closer to them but stopped after his son threateningly lowered his head and loudly growled at him. “Gohan?” Goku blinked.

 

“Get the hell away from here!” Gohan hissed.

 

Goku blinked again. “Gohan, he's having a panic attack. He needs medicine.”

 

“Bring it then!” Gohan's hand protectively fell on Vegeta's chest.

 

“Alright,” Goku nodded, ITing away. He reappeared soon, carrying a blue bottle. He again tried to reach Vegeta, but to no avail. He considered simply pushing Gohan away, but then rejected the thought; there was something seriously wrong, and he didn't want to sharpen the situation. He tossed the bottle to Gohan and watched Gohan emptying the medicine into Vegeta's mouth and forcing him to swallow.

 

“Gohan, what's the meaning of this?” Goku then crossed his arms. His son didn't let him near his own mate, and he hoped that the explanation was going to be damn good.

 

“Just go back to fucking Kamala, okay?” Gohan hissed.

 

Oh. Oh. Oh. Goku stared at his son, silent. Vegeta. Vegeta told this nonsense to Gohan. No wonder Gohan reacted to him like this. “Gohan, Vegeta talks bullshit. He's just very angry. I don't sleep with Kamala.” Never in his life had he thought that he'd have to justify anything to his son on that matter… “Kamala was very weak, so I took him to our house. Vegeta is just angry with me, so is spilling his frustration everywhere…”

 

Gohan watched his father for some time then turned away to Vegeta. “I don't believe a word you say. Don't even try to get close to him,” Gohan picked Vegeta up. “I know I don't mean much to you, but do I know you respect life enough.”

 

Goku gaped at his son's back while that one left the room. He then slowly closed his mouth. He didn't know what to say, anyway. There were no words to express what he felt. He just stared at his hands on the carpet. How could his son have said all that? He'd give his life for him, he'd do anything for him.

 

Goku felt a sob rising in his throat, strangling him. He brushed over his sweaty forehead, leaving one hand to support his heavy head. And then he just broke down, tears of welled up frustration freely spilling onto his cheeks.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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