Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 22 ( Chapter 22 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: chayron

Hello, NewFan!

You see, knowing that Gohan is in love with him, doesn't affect Vegeta's life in any way, so he won't do anything with the fact he knows. Actually I think that, it's the opposite - I wouldn't have expected any other reaction from him. What would have he done? - Shouted at Gohan or told him to fuck off? What's the point? Gohan didn't even tell him that on his own, Vegeta was let figure out on his own, so of course Vegeta knows Gohan isn't going to do anything about this. Well…my opinion :D

Ah, yeah, I always kept blurring that Gohan's first heat not giving exact explanation what happened then, so yeah, this kinda showed the real events at that time.

Kamala's other problem that is none of Goku's concern…well, it's none of Goku's concern. It will be explained much later what is that “small” problem. Still a long wait, but it really will be explained.

Yeah, among all other things Vegeta is childish. Dunno how I started that, but somehow I usually saw that Vegeta's sometimes pointless stubbornness as childish traits. I remember already in To Hell Together I had several scenes where he behaved like a stubborn child would.

Well, 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 RowinaDequina

Part 22

Goku pulled Vegeta closer to him then leaned back into his pillow again. It was only 5 AM, but the day before they had gone to sleep very early, and now he felt that he'd already had his sleep. Vegeta, though, was fast asleep.

Goku yawned then brushed over Vegeta's hair. Yesterday Vegeta almost attacked Kamala again. All Kamala did was accidentally touch his swaying tail. But Vegeta restrained himself, and he was grateful for that.

It was 6 AM when Goku woke up the second time. Vegeta wasn't in bed anymore. Goku was slightly worried. He checked for Vegeta's ki and was relieved to find it in the kitchen. He then checked for Kamala's and felt completely relaxed, as it appeared that Vegeta hadn't killed Kamala yet.

“Hey,” Goku smiled at Vegeta who was sitting at the table and munching a huge sandwich with ham and cheese and salad. “Felt hungry again?”

Vegeta nodded then stuffed half of the sandwich into his mouth. “Velyy.”

“Want something more?” Goku asked. He chuckled when Vegeta nodded. This entire week Vegeta had been eating non-stop. He would just eat everything in sight and demand more.

Goku poured three packs of spaghetti into the huge pot of boiling water then sat down opposite Vegeta. “Do you feel well?”

“Perfect,” Vegeta rolled his eyes. “I just want to eat, and badly.” He stood up and began ransacking the fridge. “We have to go shopping,” he remarked after finding only one boiled egg from the day before, two tomatoes, a piece of cheese and some other not very fulfilling stuff.

Vegeta stared at the egg for some time. “Do we have mayonnaise?”

Goku decided that Vegeta was really desperate. “Yeah, look in the fridge. Chop up the egg into a bowl, do the same with the tomatoes, add some salt and pepper, find a slice of bread and you can eat it.”

“Sounds good enough.” Vegeta wasted no time and before the spaghetti was done, he was already stuffing the salad into his mouth.

“Morning,” Kamala yawned. He stopped in the doorway and observed the mess the kitchen had turned into. He looked at Vegeta. “Your Highness got hungry again?”

“Yes,” Goku nodded as Vegeta just gave Kamala an annihilating look but didn't respond. Goku went to stir the pot of spaghetti.

Kamala plopped down on a chair opposite Vegeta. “Hell…” he whined. “Soon it will be the same with Raaven…” He observed the table then lifted an empty bean can. “Wow, His Highness even ate this…”

Vegeta glared at him from behind the empty salad bowl. “They were damn good, actually!” He noisily pushed the bowl away.

“Vegeta, will you eat spaghetti?” Goku asked Vegeta, for he wasn't sure that after eating the salad, he still would want spaghetti.

“Of course I will!” Vegeta reached into the cupboard for a clean plate and put it in front of Goku.

Goku rolled his eyes and went to the sink to drain the pot. He then divided the noodles into three portions. Vegeta grabbed the biggest, poured the sauce on and started eating.

Goku gave Kamala his plate and sat down himself. “You know, now he eats twice as much as I do. I'm afraid that one of these days, he might explode,” Goku chuckled.

“Asshole!” Vegeta smacked Goku. “Dammit, I'll get you pregnant just to see what you'll sing then!”

“Promises, promises…” Goku regretfully sighed while stuffing spaghetti into his mouth.

“Asshole!” Vegeta vengefully stabbed his fork into his plate, killing some spaghetti on the spot.

Kamala and Goku watched in disbelief how Vegeta was finishing his plate in no time. Vegeta leaned back in his chair, hardly managing to move. He belched loudly.

“Oh, excuse me,” he reddened.

Goku just shrugged.

Vegeta stood up. “Now I'm going to pass out somewhere upstairs.”

“Don't worry,” Goku tugged at Vegeta's shirt. “I'll have food prepared when you come round…” He grinned at his mate.

“Asshole!” Vegeta spat. He then thought a moment. “I want pizza, chocolate cake, fried chicken, fried potatoes with beans and onion, three fried eggs and a banana.”

“Unbelievable,” Kamala shook his head in disbelief while watching Vegeta's retreating back. “Can I order, too?” he then turned to Goku, smiling.

“Nope,” Goku shook his head, “but you will help me to prepare everything.”

Kamala got serious then. “Kakarott, you have to let me see Raaven. It will be the same with him. I have to be with him.”

“My son can take care of him,” Goku said. He wasn't very sure about Kamala's stability. A week with Bulma's antidepressants had worked wonders, but one couldn't be sure. Goku would still catch Kamala blankly staring at his hands or at him, which made Goku nervous. Kamala was still attracted to him, and Goku knew it was quite foolish to expect things to change so fast. No medicine would solve that problem.

“I'm his mate, not your damn son!” Kamala bristled up.

“Do you still want to break the bond?” Goku calmly stirred his tea. He put the teaspoon on the table.

“Yes!”

“I'm not letting you anywhere near Raaven,” Goku sipped his hot tea.

“I hate you!” Kamala growled.

“I see we are making some progress,” Goku snickered at him.

Kamala's face went blank. He quickly stood up and turned to the door, his unfinished meal forgotten on the table.

Goku quickly caught up with Kamala. “Gods, Kamala, I didn't mean that… I… We all are just worn out. This entire situation…”

Kamala turned around, his eyes flashing. “Well excuse me, if you find my feelings for you insulting! I'm not happy about it, either! I'm very sorry, but I can't do anything about it! Believe me, I've tried!” Kamala turned around, back to the door.

Goku held Kamala by his arm. “You really don't think that, do you?”

Kamala bared his canines. “No, I really don't!! You keep me here like some dog! You tell me when to sleep, when to eat. Now all I need is a leash on my neck, right?!”

“Kamala, stop it,” Goku sighed. “You perfectly know why I'm doing this.”

“No, I don't know why you are doing this!” Kamala hissed. “I don't know why you are torturing me! Do you think it's fun to hear you two fucking all the time?!” Kamala glared at him. “Let's go spar, or I'm going to die of boredom…”

Goku blinked. Well, probably that was the best solution. He didn't know what to say, anyway, and Kamala's anger needed to be let out somewhere.

“Alright, only not far away. I can't leave Vegeta while he's asleep.” Goku turned away from Kamala and walked back into the kitchen to finish his meal. He then faltered on his way. “And about…” Goku blushed, “sorry, I was sure we…”

“Shut up,” Kamala glared at Goku's back. “Probably the entire forest heard you…”

Goku blushed immensely. “I…”

“Eat.” Kamala reached the table and sat opposite Goku. He took his plate to finish. He rolled his eyes at Goku's red face. He had no wish to argue with the older Saiyan. He just wanted to go to Raaven to break the bond. Things with Raaven were just not working. There was no need to maintain the bond anymore. Maintaining it only made Raaven more attached to him.

It had been Raaven who had always wanted to mate. He had agreed; he had always liked Raaven, had always felt protective of him. He even waited for the mating too. Somehow he thought that it would be after the mating, that he would start feeling for Raaven what Raaven felt for him.

That didn't happen, though. Well, not that it really mattered: he had known Raaven all his life, and he'd spent most of it with Raaven. That hadn't mattered until he realized that he had feelings for Kakarott. Then things changed, and he realized that he couldn't give Raaven what he wanted. He was in love with another, and it didn't matter that another didn't love him back.

No, he wasn't going to abandon Raaven. He was going to stay at his side if he was allowed to, of course). He wasn't going to abandon his blood or the mate that was going to give him a son. He had his pride and conscience, too. They weren't worth much, but he still had them.

After the meal Goku and Kamala went outside and, about 50 meters from the house, began stretching.

“No blasts,” Goku warned. “Don't want to get my front yard or the house blasted.”

Kamala rolled his eyes. “Front yard… If you failed to notice, you have grass here that reaches your chest.”

“Yeah…” Goku scratched his head. “I'll have to invite Krillin for a drink. That Destructo Disc of his does wonders…”

“Someday he'll miss and blast your house to dust…”

“Nah, I never let him drink until he's finished,” Goku shook his head while reaching for his toes with his palms. “Besides, he's looked after his yard for about ten years now, and nothing's ever happened. Okay, let's do that kata again that I taught you.”

“I don't want to do kata. I want to hit you several times.”

“Stop whining,” Goku crossed his arms. “If you can't concentrate on kata, how do you expect to hit me?”

“Let's just try?” Kamala smirked.

Goku tapped his fingers on his chin then just sighed. “Very well, if that's what you want…”

XXXXX

“Better?” Goku walked over to Kamala who was lying on his side on the trampled grass, and coughing.

Kamala angrily rubbed his painful chest. Goku retreated back and resumed his fighting stance.

Only after Kamala was hardly able to move did he subside. Goku then sat down next to Kamala. Kamala tried to get up but fell back to the ground, wincing.

“You okay?” Goku asked.

“Probably,” Kamala heaved out. “Doesn't feel like anything is broken.” He wiped sweat off his forehead. He gritted his teeth in pain and sat down.

“Having fun?”

Goku startled at Vegeta's voice. He turned around to see his mate leaning at the wall, his arms crossed, a very annoyed look on his face.

“I thought you were sleeping…” Goku scratched his spiky head.

Vegeta snorted. “I was…two hours ago! I can't sleep while your ki is jumping!”

“Oh,” Goku slapped himself on the forehead. Of course. He'd wake up each time he felt Vegeta's sudden ki changes or jumps. “Sorry, forgot about that,” Goku sighed.

Vegeta snorted again. “I hope you're finished here!” He left the wall and went back into the house.

“He put up with us for two hours…” Kamala remarked, surprised.

“Yeah,” Goku sighed, feeling guilty. “Let's go inside; we need to shower.”

Kamala tried to get up. This time his attempt was more successful, but not enough. “For God's sake, are you going to stand there just like that or help me?” He glared at Goku.

Goku shrugged. “You wanted it, now deal with consequences.”

“You are being cruel.”

“No, I'm being fair,” Goku smirked.

Kamala froze. Then he whispered, “Your bond is getting stronger, isn't it?” Only now he realized. The changes were slow, and he hadn't noticed before… But now when he came to compare the two images… “Oh gods, it's unbelievably strong… But so soon?”

Goku shifted from one foot to another. “Well yeah, it's a bit strange…”

“Oh, that's why…” Kamala's eyes closed. That's why Prince Vegeta didn't kill him and was putting up with him at his own house. “Oh Gods…” He brushed his long hair away from his face. “`That really says something, doesn't it…?” he sighed. He then slowly got up and stumped along towards the house.

Goku closed his eyes and leaned down with his hands behind his back. He hated that. He found it hard to be near Kamala all the time. It was damn hard to have Kamala around. Thank Gods, Kamala's heat had ended, for during the heat he could read desire in Kamala's eyes and even smell Kamala's arousal. Kamala would flush fiercely when caught staring at him and lower his eyes. At least now it was much better - after his heat had ended, Kamala at least stopped smelling the air. Good, for Vegeta might have had a fit if he noticed those stares and glances.

Goku sighed. He still wasn't sure if Kamala simply saw a rescuer in him or if Kamala really was in love with him. He'd never asked what Kamala saw in him. Why, for example, Kamala didn't choose someone else, like Gohan? They both were the same age, after all. But Kamala didn't seem to like Gohan, and he didn't know why. But he could see that Gohan liked Kamala. But Kamala would shun Gohan whenever he saw him.

Maybe Kamala's dislike was from that time when Gohan went to Kamala when he and Videl split up. Probably Gohan said something that Kamala didn't approve of. If so, it was strange, because it usually took something serious to set Kamala off. So, what did Gohan say?

Goku suddenly froze. “It can't be!” He jumped to his feet. It took only a second to find Kamala's ki.

Goku almost jumped on Kamala in order to say what he wanted faster. “Kamala, did Go…”

Kamala let out a loud shriek, and a wet sponge hit Goku's head.

Goku suddenly realized that he was standing in the shower, getting all drenched. And Kamala was standing against him, naked.

“Get the fuck…” Kamala finally regained his speech. He shoved Goku with all his might to the bathroom door. Goku hit it with his back, tearing it off its hinges. He was too stunned and too embarrassed to avoid the floor. With a loud thud, he landed on his backside in the corridor.

“What do you think you are doing?!” Kamala's edgy voice attacked Goku's ears. The water was off now, and Goku could hear the hanger being rustled.

Goku stood up. “I'm sorry… I didn't intend to… I just wanted to ask…” He was blushing fiercely.

“Was it so urgent?!” Kamala was shouting, but his voice seemed to lose the edginess it held.

“Yes,” Goku nodded his head. He heard Kamala silently curse then sigh.

“What was it?”

“It's about Gohan.” Goku nervously scratched his head.

“What about him?” Kamala's voice was becoming angry again.

“Well… Umm…You said that he wanted some advice…hmm… well,” Goku bit on his lip nervously. “And you seem not to like him very much… umm…”

Kamala was losing his patience. “What?”

“Did you sleep with Gohan?”

“What?!” Kamala spluttered. “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

“Oh.” Goku felt an enormous relief. “And I was already scared…” Goku heard Kamala mutter several colorful curse-words.

“Listen,” Kamala sighed, “it's not that I don't like Gohan. It's that he's too similar to you. That just pisses me off. It's simple.”

“Oh.” Goku blinked. He scratched his head. “I see.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.”

“Eh?”

“For the shower, I mean…” Goku blushed. He observed the splinters of wood that used to be a door. Not a chance to fix it now.

“Go the fuck to sleep, you two!” Vegeta's voice bounced downstairs.

“Shit,” Goku muttered under his breath. “Sorry!” he shouted.

“Shut the fuck up! Enough! Tomorrow I'm going to Capsule Corp.!”

Goku rubbed his forehead. “I'll go to him,” he muttered to the bathroom's direction and ITed to the bedroom.

Goku was met with a glare and a hiss. Vegeta was lying in bed, his face contorted in anger. “What the fuck were you two doing in the shower?” Vegeta's eyes fixed on Goku's.

Oh. Goku scratched his head and decided to tell the truth.

“You are crazy,” Vegeta yawned after hearing what happened. “But never ever go with Kamala into the shower, or I'll rip your balls off.”

Goku sighed. “It was an accident.”

“An incident, you mean,” Vegeta yawned again. “Who'll fix the door?”

“It's irreparable. I'll make a new one. Sleep now.”

“Lay with me.” Vegeta patted a place next to him.

“I should take a shower first.”

“Stay.”

“Alright.” Goku lay down. He comfortably settled in the bed, one arm wrapping around Vegeta's hip.

“You know,” Vegeta yawned again, “you really stink. Go take a shower.”

“Told you,” Goku smiled.

“You were right. Now go wash and come back soon.”

But Goku didn't come back. After he took the shower, Vegeta was fast asleep, and he didn't want to wake Vegeta up. Instead he decided to buy some food. But there was a problem - he couldn't leave Kamala alone with Vegeta, but he couldn't leave Vegeta alone, either (practically he could, but instinctively he didn't want to. So he called Krillin.

“You want to go shopping?” Kamala raised his head from the book he was reading and gave Goku an incredulous look. “Are you sure you want me to go with you? I know nothing about shopping…”

Goku shrugged. “Well, that's a good reason, too… Besides, I can't leave you at home. I'm afraid Krillin couldn't do much if Vegeta suddenly decided that he had had enough of you…”

Kamala looked at the page he was on and closed his book. “Alright.”

“What were you reading?” Goku asked when they already were flying to Goku's familiar farmers for fresh fruits and vegetables.

“The Jungle Book.”

“Hmm…never heard of it…” Goku shrugged. “I'm not much of a reader. Where did you get it?”

“I asked Trunks if he had anything easy and interesting to read. I want to learn more words.”

“Oh,” Goku nodded. “Did you like it?”

“Well… Yeah…” Kamala drawled. “But I have a problem, several of them,” he blushed. “I'm halfway through the book and still don't know how that boa constrictor looks. The same with wolves and other creatures there. The book is without pictures…” He looked at Goku. “And can Humans really talk with all those animals? If they are animals… I have never heard that animals were so smart…”

Goku scratched his head. “You mean in the book people can talk with animals? Hmm…that's weird.” He thought for a moment. “I have never seen Krillin talk with animals… Oh wait, Yamcha has a talking and flying cat…” Now Goku got really confused. “Weird… I can't talk to the animals…”

“Neither can I…” Kamala nodded. “I tried. No answer. You think only Humans can talk with animals?”

“I don't know… And what language have they been talking in that book?”

“I'm not sure; there were many of them. I think they spoke boaish, monkeyish, bearish, pantherish, wolfish and others.”

“Wow. I didn't know Humans could do that!” Goku got excited.

“You've lived here…how long?” Kamala's brow rose.

Goku just shrugged. “I didn't notice. I'll ask Krillin to teach me!” He clasped his hands excitedly.

“That would be interesting,” Kamala nodded. “Do you speak Saiyan well? I heard Prince Vegeta teaching you…”

“Shouting, you mean…?” Goku sighed. “Yeah…fighting is much easier. For both of us. He doesn't have much patience, especially now. He's a good teacher, though - I already learned all the possible curse-words…”

Kamala smiled. He then asked in Saiyan: “Will you buy me some beer?”

Goku contemplated. “Yes,” he answered in Saiyan.

“Damn,” Kamala scrunched his nose. “That's too short. But hey, you understood! Say something more? But just in case - What did I say?”

“You asked if I'd buy you a beer.”

“That's right. So, say something in Saiyan.”

“What?”

“Anything.”

“Hmm…” Goku thought. “My father was the Saiyan King,” he said after a longish pause.

Kamala burst out laughing. “Did he teach you anything else?”

“Yeah. How to say: `I'm a prince', `I'm your mate', `and I'll kill you', `speak or die'.”

Kamala almost choked on his laughter. “Are…are you serious?”

“No,” Goku laughed. “But this is where we started from, and it was fun.”

“I can imagine…” Kamala still couldn't help laughing. “Hey, is that a village?” Kamala pointed at several houses in the distance.

“Yeah,” Goku nodded. “We're here.”

They landed farther from the houses then walked into the village.

“First we go to Darma. I always buy tomatoes and cabbages and some other stuff from her.” Goku turned to one of the houses. “She can be quite weird, though…”

“What do you mean?”

“She tried to kiss Vegeta once,” Goku giggled.

Kamala's brow rose in surprise. “You find this funny?”

Goku began to laugh. “Yeah, you should have seen Vegeta's face… I thought he'd faint!” Goku couldn't stop laughing.

“You are weird; if someone tried to kiss my mate, I'd crush his head!”

Goku rolled his eyes. “Do you know how old she is? About hundred, I think…”

“Oh…”

They approached the house, and Goku knocked at the door. Soon they were let in by an old woman dressed in black. The dimmed house was small, and had that smell of old people.

“So, you want tomatoes again?” The woman went to a pile of empty baskets in the corner.

“Yeah,” Goku nodded, following her and taking several baskets. “And cabbages. Five, I think that should be enough. And maybe you have some onions and potatoes?” Goku drew the list out of his pocket. “Yeah, garlic, carrots…”

“Do I look like a supermarket to you?” The old woman was now unsteadily wobbling through the door, back outside. “I have potatoes, but you have to dig them yourself. I think I can find garlic and onions somewhere. For the other stuff, go to my neighbors. I'm too old to keep such a big garden.”

Goku and Kamala followed the old woman down a narrow path into the garden. The granny pointed to the spade that was leaning against the wooden fence. Goku walked over and went to the potato bushes to dig them out. The woman turned around, intending to go back into the house and look for the promised onions and garlic.

“Oh,” she gave a toothless smile to Kamala, “what a handsome boy. Why didn't you introduce me?!” She looked angrily at Goku.

“Kamala, this is Darma. Darma, this is Kamala,” Goku sighed, while digging a bush of potatoes. He sighed again when his eye caught Darma fluttering her eyelashes at Kamala. He shook his head with a smile when Kamala started backing away from the approaching woman. Soon Kamala's back hit the fence. Amused, Goku wondered what Kamala was going to do now - the granny had him trapped. Goku shook his head in disbelief when Darma put both her hands at Kamala's sides, securing him in place. Kamala's eyes became twice their usual size.

“What a delicious sight…” Darma looked up at Kamala's face.

Goku suddenly stopped giggling: Kamala's eyes…pure murder. He launched himself to the two of them, grabbing Kamala's hand before he could smash the woman's head. While rolling between the rows, Goku cursed himself for his stupidity. How could he have put Kamala into a situation like this?!

Kamala tried to throw Goku off him and visibly panicked when he didn't succeed. But Goku couldn't let go of him because he wasn't sure what Kamala would do if he let go.

“Shhh… Kamala. It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay…” Goku tried to calm the struggling Saiyan. “Shhh… Please. FUCK!” Goku suddenly grabbed his crotch as Kamala kneed him. Kamala shoved him to the side and ran for it.

It took about five minutes for Kamala to realize that he overreacted. By that time he had almost reached the forest, and it was only then that he remembered he could fly. With that his other senses returned. He slowly turned around to look at the house he'd left in the distance.

Goku was still nursing his abused crotch when Kamala approached. Kamala fidgeted uneasily. “I'm sorry.”

“It's alright…” Goku squeaked. “My fault, anyway.”

“Well, in case of… You have already fathered two children,” the granny shrugged. She was sitting on the grass and warming up in the sun. She didn't find all that struggling between the two males strange at all.

“Three!” Despite the pain in his nether regions, Goku's chest puffed out in pride.

“Well, at least as many,” the granny sighed. “A good man needs about ten, but three is better than none.”

Goku glared at her.

“Kakarott, Vegeta isn't even born yet… You can't count him.”

Now Goku glared at Kamala. “Yes, I can!”

Kamala just shrugged then. “Well, it's your business…”

After Goku was finally able to stand, he pushed the shovel into Kamala's hands. Kamala fidgeted for some time with it, but in the end he got several potatoes and carrots out of the ground.

“Nice,” the granny commented while staring at Kamala's butt and his waving tail while Kamala was bending over to gather the goods.

“Darma, quit staring.” Goku tossed a clean carrot into the basket.

Kamala's head turned to Goku then to Darma where he met two eyes that were locked on his backside. “Fucking pervert!” he cursed in Saiyan.

“Just lonely,” Goku shrugged. “But I can dig instead of you if it disturbs you so much,” he suggested in Saiyan.

“Yes, please.” Kamala handed the shovel back to Goku. “I can't concentrate while she's staring at me like that!” He took the knife from Goku that he used to clean carrots. “And why doesn't she stare at you?” He started cleaning carrots.

Goku chuckled silently. “Once I told her that I'm into boys…”

Kamala's head rose. “And it worked? Just like that?”

“Yeah, despite her own behavior, she probably doesn't approve of that.”

“Your Saiyan is perfect,” Kamala complimented him. “Why didn't you speak earlier?”

“Well, Vegeta speaks Terran. All my friends speak Terran. You and Raaven speak Terran, too.” Goku shrugged.

After finishing their tasks, they packed the goods into capsules. Then they went to Darma's neighbors for more vegetables. Then they went to the supermarket in the city.

“We'll buy some more clothes for you,” Goku said, after he ITed them somewhere into a corner near the shop.

“Kakarott, I said I don't need anything…” Kamala shook his head, disapproving. He was trying to remember all the buildings and things he saw on their way, but soon had to give up.

“Kamala, this is ridiculous. You only have these clothes. You have been sitting on the washing machine wrapped in a towel while you were washing them!”

Kamala shrugged.

“Why are you so against that? Is it because of me? If it were Vegeta buying you something would you take it?”

“Probably…”

Goku was a bit surprised. “But why? I…”

“I don't want to talk about it.”

Like that. Always like that. Goku sighed then turned into the supermarket. “Listen, I have Vegeta's credit card. If I used it to get the clothes, it would mean that you got the things from him. Kamala, you badly need clothes and unless you learn how to sew, the situation isn't going to improve.”

“What's a credit card?” Kamala asked while cautiously stepping over the door that opened on its own for him.

Goku scratched his head. “Well, it's the same as money only it's stored in the card.”

“Can't you think of anything smarter?” Kamala sighed. “I recognize the thing. Mortins had the same.”

“So, would you agree?”

Kamala observed the shop, the variety of colors making his head spin. He didn't want to agree, but he also knew that Kakarott was right - he didn't want to run around naked. “You should ask Prince Vegeta if he agrees,” he muttered then.

“Yes, he does,” Goku pushed Kamala further into the shop.

“Are you sure?” Kamala knew Goku enough to recognize when Goku was lying.

“Yes.”

They argued for about five minutes more until Kamala finally gave in. Goku rushed to the clothes section fearing that Kamala might change his mind again. He let Kamala choose: this was the wisest; if he chose, Kamala would end up in something orange.

Kamala chose a pair of black jeans, a red shirt with some writing on it, blue sweatpants and a black T-shirt.

“You need shoes, socks and underwear,” Goku notified Kamala from where he was sitting. He could see that Kamala picked out the cheapest things. “You chose the cheapest things so you can something more.”

“I don't feel like shopping,” Kamala muttered.

“Well, you can pick them out on your own, or I'll do it for you.”

Kamala frowned at him. “Why do you always threaten me?”

“It doesn't work otherwise.”

“True…” Kamala sighed. With Goku in tow, he reached the section he wanted.

Goku's patience wore out after five minutes. “Stop it! You won't find socks cheaper than this, anyway!” He grabbed several pairs of socks at random.

“It's too expensive!”

“Shut up!” Goku hissed. “Now underwear!” He gestured for Kamala to follow him.

“Asshole,” Kamala muttered.

Goku turned around to shut Kamala up, but he didn't say anything. Women. Seven of them were following them. They all tried to look casual, but they really were following them. Five of them had cards with their names on their clothes. Shop assistants… Goku turned his head back.

“We are being followed,” Goku said.

“I thought they are following you…” Kamala muttered.

“Kamala, it's the first time I've had a bunch of women in tow…”

“What a beautiful language!” One of shop assistants approached them. She was quite tall, dark-haired and nice to look at. “Julia” was written on the card. “Maybe you need some help? Could I suggest anything?”

Kamala turned his head to the woman whose green eyes were staring directly at him. “What should I say?” he asked Goku in Saiyan.

“Tell her that you'll manage on your own,” Goku shrugged. “Unless you want the whole lot of them attacking you.”

The shop assistant was smiling at Kamala seductively and waiting for him to answer. “You are not from around here,” she said then. “I could show you the city. My shift ends…” She looked back to the other women. One of them raised her thumb. “…Now.”

Kamala blinked at her. “I'd like to, but I doubt that my boyfriend would agree,” he said, taking Goku by the arm.

Goku gaped. “Err…yeah. I wouldn't,” he finally managed.

The woman's face fell. “Darn,” she cursed. “Why is it that every good-looking man is either married or gay?!” She stomped away.

Kamala let go of Goku and went to dig in the underwear.

Goku dug at the tile with his foot when Kamala was taking too long to choose boxers. “Please,” he groaned. “Just take them all.” Kamala glared at him. Of course. Goku sighed. Why? Gods, why Kamala was so stubborn? “Kamala, at this rate we won't finish until midnight…”

“Stop whining. You were the one who brought me here, anyway.”

“Yes, but then I didn't know that you were the type to be obsessed with shopping!”

“I'm not!”

“It takes me three minutes to buy those things for myself…”

Finally they had everything, or almost everything they needed. They paid, left the shop, found a quiet corner between the buildings and Goku ITed them home.

Krillin and Vegeta were sitting in the kitchen, eating.

“What is it saying?” Goku asked Krillin while putting a big fluffy worm on the table.

Krillin stared at the worm then raised his eyes to look at Goku's expectant eyes. His head then turned to Kamala who had the same enthusiastic look on his face as Goku. Krillin's head then turned to Vegeta who was calmly sitting next to him. Vegeta merely shrugged. Krillin turned back to Goku.

“Oh, c'mon! It has to be saying something!” Goku pulled the yellow worm back as it had already crawled halfway across the table, to Vegeta's side.

“Well,” Vegeta looked at the fluffy creature with iron concentration on his face, “it's a little hard to understand, but it sounds something like: Why the fuck did those two idiots bring me here?!”

Goku scratched his head. “I didn't know that you could understand the animals, too… Did it really curse?”

Kamala closed his eyes in shame. “Kakarott, your mate is teasing you…”

“Oh…”

Krillin burst out laughing. “Are you serious, you two? You think I can talk to this thing?”

“Well…in that book…” Kamala blushed. He already knew that he missed something. “The animals talk to Humans and vice versa…”

“Which book?” Krillin asked, still laughing.

“The Jungle Book…”

“Oh, that one.” Krillin looked at Kamala, his laughter fading somewhat, but a bright smile on his face. “It's a work of fiction.”

“A what?”

“The fruit of someone's imagination.”

“He means a lie,” Vegeta snorted. He looked at Kamala. “Didn't you ever hear about fairy-tales? We have them in our culture, too… There also are several personifications.”

“Oh, oooh,” Goku nodded his head in understanding. He sat down next to Vegeta. “I know what you mean.”

“Do you?” Vegeta smiled at his mate.

Goku gave him an insulted look. “Yes, I do! It's when people give things or animals Human features. They act like Humans…”

“So then why didn't you tell me?!” Kamala stared angrily at Goku.

“I forgot I knew…” Goku smiled sheepishly.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Figures…”

TBC