Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 27 ( Chapter 27 )

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

Hello, NewFan!
Ah, I'm so relieved that you're okay. Quite some time had passed, and I already thought that something might have happened to you. I suppose I got quite attached to you, heh Well, I already said long ago that I love your reviews.
It's good to know that you got some vacation. I hope you have rested well.
 
Well, I'm not always sure that people find funny the same things as I do, and it's always nice to know that someone found my attempt at humor delightful ^_~
Concerning Trunks and Goten… I think I said something somewhere about this. You know, when you make two characters gay then it's so easy to follow the trait… Look, first there were only Vegeta and Goku. Then I got two more Saiyans (I won't even count Come Together where half of villains were homo or at least -bisexual). So yeah? How many men do we have left in DBZ? Let's make them all gay! Goddamit, I don't know what the hell it is, but I have noticed that almost all authors do that. If Goku and Vegeta become gay then Trunks and Goten follow the lead…?! It's not logical at all… Well, my fic has that “Saiyan-M-preg-thing”, so it's kinda…to be expected, but I'm still angry with myself…
And yes! - Trunks and Goten are young! And after you read this chapter you'd want to wring my neck. Ah well, at least I didn't make any of my characters pedophile and didn't get any of the children raped… o.O A good excuse, isn't it? Just shoot me someone!
You'll see more of drunken people. Although not the one you want.
Gohan seems awkward? Well, yeah, I suppose. Don't know why but I always saw him as a weirdo, so I suppose I do make him look weird… Though, actually Gohan is the character I can associate myself with the most. Gohan in PH and especially Lucid can be probably seen as Mary Sue, hahaha But, on the other hand, Gohan is every of us: insecurity and doubts and efforts to find the best solution while he stumbles through life…
No, Gohan's feelings aren't single-minded. They rarely are. He isn't really sure what he wants. He just feels and knows that it's stupid to cling to something that has no perspective. And he tries to drag himself up.
Well, there's not much of Playing Home left, heh 4-5 chapters the most (haven't written the last one yet! O.O) and Lucid is coming to an end, too (two chapters left). But yeah, I have three other stories ready, hahaha (almost o.O) I just wonder which of them will have to wait. And I do hope you like Goten x Trunks, heh (yeah, I do get bored while writing about the same characters…and yes, they are legal, hahaha
 
 
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 27
 
Goku yawned then noticed something heavy on top of him. Vegeta. Goku smiled into his mate's hair. Each day it was getting colder, and Vegeta was using him as a personal heater. Time was flying fast.
 
Goku embraced him by his shoulders then pulled the covers higher on them. Vegeta squirmed, but then exhaled and calmed down.
 
Goku yawned again. Yes, life was good. He gently brushed his other hand over Vegeta's thigh. Vegeta's stomach was getting bigger, their baby's ki getting stronger. Now he could touch it with his ki, feel it, feel how it responded to him. It was very important to bond with the baby. Later it would recognize him everywhere, like Gohan did, as soon as he was born.
 
Goku brought his hand up Vegeta's thigh then let his hand rest on the now fuller waist.
 
“Listen, do you want sex?”
 
Goku blinked. “Well…no.”
 
“Then lie still and let me sleep, or get the fuck out of the bed.” Vegeta yawned, instantly falling asleep again.
 
Goku mused on something for awhile then fell asleep, too.
 
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“When are the brats coming back?” Vegeta yawned then stood up, leaving his warm nest.
 
“Not until four.” Goku got up, too. “They told they had some project or something.”
 
“I think they have a groping project somewhere in a closet.” Vegeta rolled his eyes.
 
“Why are you so calm about that? It's serious - they are only children.”
 
“Trunks is going into heat.” Vegeta was ransacking the closet and looking for towels. Then he turned around, after noticing that all noise had suddenly ceased. “Don't tell me you didn't notice…”
 
Goku shook his head silently. “No, I really didn't smell anything…”
 
“It's still very weak, but it's here. Actually I don't know what to do. He'll go for Goten.”
 
“Maybe not.” Goku rubbed his forehead nervously.
 
“He will,” Vegeta nodded. “He likes Goten, and he knows perfectly well that Goten fancies him, too. While in heat it wouldn't matter to him that Goten is too young to couple.”
 
“You mean “rape”? Goku groaned, clutching his head.
 
“Theoretically, it wouldn't be a rape, if Goten were willing - he might even induce that. But probably he wouldn't feel anything except pain…and later we'd have problems…”
 
“There's no way I'm letting this happen!” Goku hissed.
 
Vegeta nodded. “I'll have to do something about Trunks. But you'll have to watch over Goten, too, for the boy might simply think it's some way to have fun.”
 
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Raaven was silent for some time then smacked Kamala on his head. “You are an idiot.”
 
Kamala stared at him.
 
“You are an idiot to think that about him.” Raaven shook his head in anger. “Do you think that was his plan? - To keep you company, to always be around, to suggest training, to spend evenings with you and then just fuck everything up by suggesting you be his fuck-toy?” Raaven rolled his eyes. “There are way easier ways to do that.”
 
He sighed. “Kamala, are you completely blind? He has been courting you for a long time. I can tell that he isn't experienced, but any fool could have told you that he was after you. He likes spending time with you. He does everything you say. Look at your room - you have plenty of books, dictionaries. Then when you told him about that happening about “The Jungle Book” … The next day he brought you a whole zoology book with pictures. You told him you are afraid of water - the next day he found a shallow river. You didn't know much about winter - here you go - your room is full of posters now. I asked him for potatoes - he forgot, but he remembered to buy your favorite beer. You are an idiot, Kamala.”
 
Kamala rubbed his temples. “I thought he was after you…”
 
Raaven rolled his eyes. “Yes, of course. I can tell you how many times we talked… And all those times were about you or Karela. He has lost his head over you, and you are accusing him of trying to rape you…”
 
“I didn't say that!”
 
“Oh, now you are being defensive…” Raaven smirked. “Kamala, I know you better than anyone. I suggest you go to him and apologize. Unless you want sleepless nights. And more - what do you expect? - He's young, he needs someone, his needs are high. But he'd dump that Dane the same instant you told him to.”
 
Kamala closed his eyes in shame. “I really fucked up.”
 
“Yes, you did. You still act like we are back there. But we are not. We are here, on Earth. It's over. Nobody is going to force you into what you don't want: Humans are too weak; the strong ones, Yamcha and Krillin, don't care about us at all. Piccolo is asexual. Eighteen? - She doesn't even like you. The rest of Saiyans or half-Saiyans…all of them believe that rape is for weaklings. None of them is going to touch us; they have more self-respect than that.” But he frowned then. “But be careful with Prince Trunks - he's going into heat.”
 
Kamala nodded. “Yeah. I noticed. But I doubt they would let him just wander around; Kakarott is protective over his sons. Goten is too young to couple.”
 
Raaven nodded. Then he smiled. “Go to him. Simply apologize. Say that it was a misunderstanding.”
 
Kamala was silent for some time. “But I'm not that sure if I like him that much… I mean…” He sighed, shaking his head.
 
“Forget Kakarott. He's a hopeless dream. Here you have an opportunity to have something real. Gohan doesn't expect you to throw yourself on his neck. And he wouldn't rush, either. He's still a great deal confused himself. That thing he has for Prince Vegeta…”
 
Kamala gazed at Raaven for some time. “I missed you so much… I'm glad you are back.” He smiled.
 
Raaven returned the smile.
 
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Kamala shifted from one foot to another. He was standing before Gohan's door and wasn't sure what to do. He could feel that Gohan wasn't alone. That other guy was probably sleeping - the ki was so low he hardly could feel it. He wasn't sure about Gohan - Gohan's ki was always too high for him to feel the difference.
 
Kamala knocked on the door. Now he wasn't even sure it was a good idea to come here - it was almost midnight, it was dark, cold. And what was he going to say? - “I'm sorry for thinking you wanted to fuck me to get your payment for training me?” That was ridiculous.
 
Gohan opened the door. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning. He saw Kamala's retreating back and hair, a lot of long and beautiful hair.
 
“Kamala?” Gohan blinked.
 
Kamala stopped. Well, this was even more ridiculous. “Err…yes.” He turned around, coming back. “I wanted to talk, but then thought it was too late… So, I…”
 
Gohan's eyes narrowed at Kamala. They hadn't been talking and hadn't seen each other for three weeks now. “I hope you aren't here because of something which I'm even afraid to think…”
 
Kamala blushed then glared at him. “Of course not. Listen, we'll talk tomorrow. I can see you have been sleeping,” Kamala gestured at Gohan's boxers. Kamala was relieved that at least Gohan didn't smell like sex.
 
“Oh, no you don't.” Gohan grabbed Kamala by his forearm and dragged him into the flat, shutting the door behind them. “Into the kitchen.” He pushed Kamala further.
 
“Gohan?” a soft sleepy voice inquired from one of the half-lit rooms Gohan and Kamala were passing by.
 
Kamala turned his head to look at the man in bed. This was that Dane. He saw a young, dark-haired and sleepy man lying between the rustled sheets. The room was filled with the odor of sex. Kamala felt a growl rising up his throat.
 
“Oh, fuck!” Dane gaped at the clock. “Why didn't you wake me up?! I have to finish correcting your tests for tomorrow!” Then Dane noticed Kamala. “Oh,” he blinked. “Hi,” he sheepishly waved while pulling the sheets higher on him. “You didn't warn me you were bringing someone…”
 
Kamala growled.
 
Dane startled in surprise. “Wow. Like a dog…”
 
“I'll…” Kamala jumped into the room.
 
“Kamala!” Gohan grabbed Kamala by his forearm. Gohan became even more nervous as Kamala suddenly laughed. At least Kamala was leaving the room. But Kamala didn't stop laughing…
 
“I'm sorry,” Kamala began calming down, tears streaming down his face. “It was… just so funny!” He roared with laughter again, almost falling off his chair.
 
“No, it wasn't…” Gohan scratched his head.
 
“Yes, it was.” Kamala gave a silly hysterical giggle. “I almost beat up your lover!”
 
Gohan sighed. “How much did you drink?”
 
Kamala shut up and thought for a moment. “Not much. I was a little nervous.”
 
“Okay…”
 
“I'm drunk, aren't I?” Kamala suddenly seemed aghast.
 
“Yep, and badly. It's midnight, Kamala.”
 
“Can I sleep here, then? Of course, only if you have a room free. I'm not going to sleep in one bed with that guy.”
 
Oh Gods. Gohan almost groaned. “I only have one bed.”
 
“Kick him out,” Kamala seriously suggested.
 
Gohan rubbed his forehead in disbelief. At first Kamala bristled up and said that he was going to get Vegeta and Goku to teach him, and then came to his flat at midnight and demanded a bed. This was really a new side to Kamala.
 
“No need, he's going anyway,” Gohan sighed.
 
“Good. And change the bed sheets; I can't stand his smell.”
 
“Anything else I can do for you?” Gohan asked with a silent growl.
 
“Do you have that beer of yours?”
 
“You are going to sleep!” Gohan stated in an iron voice.
 
Gohan sighed in relief when, as soon as he changed the bed sheets, Kamala dropped like a dead man on the bed, with his clothes on.
 
Gohan turned to Dane to give him an apologetic look.
 
“No worries.” Dane shook his head. He found his briefcase and went to the door. “I just didn't know you were in a relationship…”
 
“I didn't know either,” Gohan assured him, smiling sheepishly.
 
“Alright.” Dane opened the door. “Phone me if you want. But better not - I suggest you keep that handsome thing. He's hot.”
 
Gohan rolled his eyes. “Can't you think about anything else?”
 
“Yes, I'm always thinking about my students.” Dane grinned mischievously before kissing Gohan on his lips. “OK, see you tomorrow.”
 
“Bye.” Gohan closed the door behind him.
 
XXXXX
 
Gods, his head hurt…
 
Kamala opened his eyes, which then widened in an instant. What the…?! Then he remembered. “Fuuuck…” he groaned, hiding his face between the sheets. Then he quickly lifted them. Thanks Gods, he was dressed.
 
Kamala looked around the room. It was a complete mess.
 
Kamala's eyes then fixed on a clock on the bedside-cabinet. 2 PM?! Shit! He had promised Raaven to hunt something down for dinner!
 
Already dressed he ran to the door, but then saw a folded piece of paper that was stuck on it. Seeing his name on it, Kamala quickly grabbed it.
 
“Hey,
Raaven called and said he already caught a boar, and now you can die of conscience spasms. He also said that he is happy for you.
I should be back at 3 or 4 PM. You can stay in my flat. Make yourself at home.
We need to talk.
Gohan.”
 
Short and clear. Kamala went into the kitchen. Yeah, he really should wait for Gohan. That spectacle he arranged yesterday…
 
“Ayieee!!!” Kamala jumped three meters away from the fridge as suddenly Goku appeared next to it.
 
“Hi. Sorry.” Goku opened the fridge and stuck his head into it. He began ransacking through eatables.
 
Kamala blinked at Goku's back while imagining that the guy “bookmarked” the spot next to the fridge. He wondered briefly if Goku would appear next to the fridge in his and Raaven's house.
 
Finally Goku turned around slowly. “Hey, what are you doing in Gohan's flat?”
 
Kamala rolled his eyes. He pushed past Goku. “Eating.” He grabbed a pizza from the fridge. He opened the box, slammed it onto a plate, put into a huge microwave and slammed the door shut. It took him a bit longer to find an icon of a pizza on the timer, but then he found it and the microwave started humming.
 
“I see you got accustomed…”
 
I can bet you don't know how to use it, Kamala thought. “Yep, most things made on the Earth are being made so that even the biggest idiot knows how to use them.” He went to a kettle to fill it with water. He was damn thirsty. “So why are you here? I doubt you came here only to clean out your oldest's fridge…”
 
Goku nodded. “We have a problem. A big one. Trunks went into heat a bit earlier than expected. Probably because of the blood-mix, for demi-Saiyans everything happens faster. They mature faster. We can't find Trunks. It seems he suppressed his ki.”
 
“Goten?!” Kamala gasped.
 
Goku sighed. Why did everyone know except him?! “He's with Vegeta, as are Raaven with Karela. You should go to our house, too. I wanted to warn Gohan, but I can't just IT in the middle of a class. Well, anyway, Gohan can defend himself if he needs to. And you should go with me.”
 
“He suppressed his ki?” Kamala switched the kettle on and started looking for mugs. “Weird. Usually it's the opposite…”
 
“Yeah… Might be because of the blood-mix. Vegeta said Trunks might be stalking his “prey”…”
 
“Doesn't sound very good…” Kamala found some herbs and put them into the two mugs.
 
“Listen, can you do that faster?” While looking at the microwave and the teakettle, Goku shifted from one foot to another.
 
Kamala looked at him. “How do you imagine I could do that?” He rolled his eyes, motioning to the microwave and then to the kettle.
 
After two minutes, Goku and Kamala appeared in Vegeta and Goku's house - to be exact, in their kitchen One of them was holding two mugs of tea, and the other a pizza.
 
“Hi,” Raaven's voice wafted from behind Kamala's back. “I can understand that you weren't in the mood to hunt, but you should at least have come and said hi to your son.” He smirked.
 
Kamala rolled his eyes while plopping down at the table. “Nothing happened, alright?” He offered the pizza to Raaven, and, when he refused, dug into it himself. “I was so sloshed, I just blacked out in his apartment.”
 
“Did you manage to say anything before that?” Raaven picked up an apple from the table that Karela had been reaching for and gave it to Karela to play with.
 
Kamala swallowed a good bite. “Not much. But I almost beat up his lover…”
 
Raaven's brows rose. “Why?”
 
“Why do you think?” Kamala snorted. “I was jealous.” He snickered. “I can't believe that - first I tell him to fuck off and then almost beat up his lover because I'm jealous of him…”
 
Goku slowly sat down opposite Kamala. “Are you talking about Gohan?”
 
“Yes,” Raaven nodded.
 
Goku rubbed his forehead. Never had his sons given him such a headache. “Are you lovers?”
 
Kamala scratched his head while thinking what to answer. “Well…not yet.”
 
Raaven laughed while ruffling his son's hair.
 
“Look,” Kamala pointed at Karela, “he's eating.”
 
Goku and Raaven looked at the child. The infant was nibbling on the apple, taking small bites and chewing. Half of it was falling back from his mouth and to Raaven's and his lap. But Karela didn't seem to be having trouble with swallowing the rest.
 
“And how did you make him wear nappies?” Kamala wondered while watching Goku from the corner of his eye. Luckily Goku seemed to have forgotten that thing with him and Gohan.
 
“After I fastened them with tape several times, he stopped trying to get rid of them.”
 
“That's cruel.” Kamala smiled at his son who was contently finishing his apple.
 
Raaven shrugged. “But effective.”
 
“Wait,” Goku sighed, turning to Kamala, “about Gohan. So you are boyfriends now or whatever?”
 
Kamala looked at him, not quite understanding. “We are friends… I hope so…”
 
“It's not clear,” Raaven helped Kamala out. “For now they are sort of friends… If Gohan doesn't kill him after he comes back…”
 
“Long story…” Kamala waved off after noticing that Goku didn't understand anything.
 
“You'd better tell me it…” Goku looked sternly at him. Then he felt Gohan's ki rise up. “Alright, I think he's heading here. Wait here.” He ITed away.
 
“Where the hell is that kid going?” Raaven stared through the window at Goten who was slowly sneaking by the wall and then started running into the woods.
 
“Moron!” Kamala hissed, standing up. “Go to Prince Vegeta, I'll go after him.”
 
“He's stronger than you.” Raaven already was going through the door.
 
“I'm not going to fight him. Just drag his foolish ass back.” Kamala shot through the door.
 
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Where was Trunks? Goten strolled further into the woods. Sure, while suppressing his ki, he made it difficult for Trunks to find him. But Trunks had better be here before his father or Vegeta found him.
 
Goten gasped as suddenly Trunks landed next to him.
 
“Hey.” Goten ran to him then.
 
Trunks nodded, and then Goten felt awkward when Trunks started smelling him.
 
“Let's go, they will be here at any second,” Goten motioned, starting to run. He heard Trunks running after him. He was so excited! He knew Trunks would come to this place - they had recently found it while staying at their fathers' house and played here several times. He wasn't very sure what that uproar was all about, but it seemed that Goku and Vegeta were trying to hinder his and Trunks' relationship. He wasn't going to let that happen.
 
Goten almost fell over as suddenly Trunks grabbed him by his arm and spun him around. Goten sharply inhaled when Trunks pressed himself to his body. He blushed feeling Trunks' rubbing against him. They didn't do that before. He wasn't sure what to think of it. Trunks seemed to be…very willing to try…even too willing…he was like…crazed, his irises wide.
 
A yelp escaped Goten's lips as Trunks rudely pushed him down to the ground. The next second most of his clothes were gone, his knees spread wide. Now he started realizing his father and Vegeta had been completely serious about the whole situation.
 
Goten pushed Trunks away. He tried to run, but Trunks was immediately on top of him again.
 
Trunks hissed as suddenly he was yanked back from Goten and thrown into a tree. His eyes narrowed at another Saiyan. He sniffed the air. Perfect. This one was much better: completely mature and able to conceive.
 
Kamala turned to Goten. “Raise your ki, for fuck's sake!” he shouted. “Or do you want to drag Prince Vegeta into this?!”
 
Not understanding, but obeying, Goten nodded frantically and powered up to Super Saiyan.
 
Kamala paled as Trunks launched at him. He was no match for the boy. He tried to throw Trunks away, then heard his clothes making strange shredding noises and then fainted.
 
It took only a second for Goku to assess the situation. He grabbed Trunks, peeled him off unconscious Kamala and ki-cuffed him. He faltered, unsure who required more attention: his shaken-up son or an unconscious Kamala.
 
“What's going on?” Vegeta suddenly appeared at Goku's side. “Fuck,” he cursed after taking everything in. “You okay?” He looked at Goten.
 
Goten shakily nodded. Vegeta turned back to Trunks who was wiggling and hissing. “I'll go to the Woman to get some sedatives.” He ITed away.
 
Goku went to Goten who then clung to him, crying.
 
“Jesus Fucking Christ,” Gohan stammered after landing next to the others. He took in ki-cuffed Trunks who was lying on his side and wiggling while trying to get rid of the cuffs. Then he looked at a wide-eyed and shaken-up Goten and an unconscious Kamala. Everyone of the trio was naked. Goten seemed to be fine, only scared a little, and as Goku nodded, confirming that Goten was alright, he went to unconscious Kamala.
 
There were running steps heard through the woods. “Oh fuck.” Raaven skidded to a halt after the scene unfolded before his eyes. “Kamala.” He sprang to the unconscious Saiyan.
 
“He's okay,” Goku said. “Doesn't have any bruises. It seems he just fainted.”
 
Gohan nodded, confirming his father's words. Raaven squatted down next to Kamala. The first thing he did was to push his hand in between Kamala's thighs to check if Kamala wasn't bleeding. Surprised, he looked at Gohan, who'd growled and smacked his hand away. Raaven snarled and bared his canines back at Gohan but then realized it was time to give up; Kamala was no longer his to have. So he just nodded and went to Goku. Though he couldn't keep a pang from crossing his heart while he watched Gohan's back disappear in the air. He watched Kamala's hair flying in the air, and then they were gone.
 
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He was sick. He wasn't sure what he had eaten, but he was sick.
 
Gohan startled at the bathroom door-wham then vomiting-sounds followed. Gohan turned his sleepy eyes to the side of the bed. Empty. So it was Kamala in emergency.
 
“Are you okay?” he asked after several minutes, standing next to the door.
 
The door opened. Kamala was pale and a bit unsteady, but he seemed to be more or less fine. He nodded.
 
“How is your brother?” Kamala reached the bed then slumped on it. He was wearing one of Vegeta's bathrobes that Gohan had borrowed. It was too small for him, and the robe was hardly covering his chest, but at least he wasn't naked.
 
“A bit hysterical. The silly thing thought he was going to have some fun…” Gohan shook his head in dismay. “He's with Vegeta and Goku at Capsule Corp. right now. Trunks is there, too. He's drugged right now. I suppose they'll keep watch on him until his heat ends.”
 
Kamala rubbed his cold forehead.
 
“You okay?” Raaven entered the room. He was carrying Karela.
 
“Yeah,” Kamala shakily nodded.
 
“You know, I always hated when you did that,” Raaven rolled his eyes. “It's okay - Kakarott got there in time.” He saw relief pass over Kamala's face.
 
Raaven approached Kamala and pressed his hand to Kamala's forehead. Kamala was freezing. “Put some covers on him,” Raaven told Gohan. “Do you want to eat or drink?” he asked after Kamala was warmly covered.
 
Kamala shuddered at the thought of food. “I'd like some water.”
 
“Gohan, could you bring some water?” Raaven asked. He turned to Kamala after Gohan was gone. “Now, are you okay?”
 
Kamala shook his head in denial. He wasn't. He was shocked and scared. After coming round he wasn't even sure where he was, what happened or how much time had passed. But at least Raaven said that nothing happened. He wasn't sure why he reacted like that - he was used to forced submission. But then… After coming here, to Earth, he thought that it was over. He was sure of it; at least, he wanted to believe it. And then wham! - Trunks went into heat, and everything he tried to forget came back with such force that it made him sick.
 
Gohan didn't intend to listen. He was just curious; at least he said that to himself. But even after he stood behind the door, he realized that he could only hear Karela's hoarse cries and some separate words said in Saiyan. Ah, yes, he frowned - while alone, Raaven and Kamala always spoke Saiyan with each other.
 
Gohan entered the room. Kamala and Raaven turned to him in unison and ceased talking about whatever they had been talking about. Gohan approached them and held out a glass of water to Kamala who took it and downed it in one gulp.
 
Karela was sitting on the covers, in Kamala's lap, screaming his head off, and it was the first time Gohan had seen the child in distress. Whatever Raaven and Kamala had been talking about, it made them, or at least one of them, very anxious, which went directly to Karela through the bond.
 
Kamala tried to calm Karela down, but the child became only louder, his tiny arms and legs kicking wildly in distress and anger. Raaven wanted to take Karela, but then he clung fearfully to Kamala, choking on his own sobs. Kamala took him in his arms and began to rock soothingly.
 
After several minutes Karela started calming down, his voice lowering, tears lessening. Kamala laughed as Karela, still sobbing, began to suck on one of his nipples. Theoretically Karela could smell which of the parents was able to feed him, but practically he wasn't able to distinguish between so many different scents around him.
 
Kamala's nose dyed pinkish as his and Gohan's eyes met. “At least he's calm,” Kamala muttered while detaching an unwilling Karela from his unproductive nipple.
 
Raaven took the infant from him and left the room to feed his son.
 
“Do you want more water?” Gohan asked. He sat down on the bed, next to Kamala who shook his head. “Kamala?”
 
“Umm?”
 
“Why did you come to my flat last night?”
 
Kamala was silent for some time. “I wanted to apologize. Once again,” he sighed. “Don't be mad, but I have that trait - first yell and think later…”
 
“Okay,” Gohan nodded. “Did you want to say anything more?”
 
“Not much…” Kamala shifted uncomfortably.
 
Although Kamala was aware of what Gohan was about to do, he still startled at the contact, his body tensing.
 
It was weird: they both were staring at each other, their eyes wide, their mouths pressed together, hearts almost leaping out of their chests in nervousness.
 
Gohan closed his eyes, trying to get rid of that weird feeling. Kamala wasn't answering his kiss. The Saiyan was tense and stiff. He felt even more nervous. The kiss was clumsy and didn't even remind him of a kiss. He would have cursed himself for rushing, but his brain couldn't even manage that - he just felt like a complete idiot.
 
Gohan's stomach churned as Kamala pulled away from him. Kamala's big eyes silently gazed at him, his lips glistening with saliva. Then Kamala leaned to him, pressing their lips once again, Kamala's hand tentatively reaching for his nape.
 
Gohan inhaled sharply as Kamala's tongue slipped into his mouth.
 
This time it was much better. Gohan leaned closer to Kamala, his stomach pleasantly tingling while feeling Kamala massaging his nape with one hand, sliding the other down to the small of his back.
 
They sat silently, not being sure what to do now. They both had needed this somehow - to remove that distress of the recent events, to get rid of that accumulated anxiety and to get some comfort. There wasn't even a thought about sex. They weren't ready yet.
 
“Want to go to Capsule Corp.?” Gohan asked softly. “I want to check on Goten.”
 
Kamala nodded. “I need clothes first.”
 
Gohan went to the closet. He ransacked for a minute then held out an orange gi to Kamala. “There's nothing else. Vegeta's clothes will be too small for you.”
 
Kamala shrugged, grabbed the gi and began to dress. Gohan blushed lightly and left the room, leaving Kamala to dress alone.
 
TBC
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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