Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Playing Home ❯ Part 29 ( Chapter 29 )

Hello, NewFan!

Ah, glad to know you like Goten x Trunks. I have almost finished their story. Though, I don't know when I'll post it - I still have stuff to post that was written before that story. Ah, and yeah, they are legal in that story, hahaha

Well, yeah, in PH Goten and Trunks are young, but I just touched them while passing by, so no harm done. Yeah, they will have to work the stress out between them now.

The pain Vegeta had felt will be explained in this chapter.

Karela eating the mouse left you with perturbing image? Heh, you know, I don't like babies. I don't find them cute and don't go “aww…” when I see one. Usually I run. So, I just felt the urge to say that babies aren't all that nice, and any story which portrays babies or “cute” small girls makes me gag.

Saiyan babies aren't nice. For some reason Saiyan babies in my head are predators. Well, I just base myself on the Saiyan culture I have seen portrayed so far.

No, no nasty infection or anything like this for Karela. He ate half of a mug and nothing happened, anyway o.O

Where did Kamala get bear? Let's say he had reserves… Gohan had been very generous with supplying him, after all…

A sequel? Gods, no. No sequel this time. I can't squeeze out that last 32nd chapter…there's no way I'd write a sequel, hahaha You know what's the most terrifying? - I went to another fandom o.O I just felt like there's nothing more for me to write in DBZ fandom… But we'll see. I'm quite quick to change my mind…

 

 

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 29

 

It was the eighth month of Vegeta's pregnancy. Goten had recovered from shock, and Trunks' almost month-long heat finally ended. Kamala and Gohan were successfully dating.

 

Goten was acting normally. He was still feeling quite uncomfortable with the mess he had caused, but he was getting over it.

 

It was worse for Trunks. After his heat ended, the boy was in an even worse state than Goten had been after Trunks tried to take him by force.

 

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Trunks was sitting silently at the table, staring at his homework. He had to catch up with the work he'd missed while in heat. The heat had been draining for him, and after it ended, he had needed a week more to regain his senses. Luckily he didn't remember much of it. But that didn't stop him from feeling like shit.

 

Trunks couldn't concentrate. He was staring at the white pages with black signs that were supposed to be letters, words and sentences. But he couldn't catch the meaning; everything was only a blur in his eyes.

 

He wanted to see Goten. But at the same time he was afraid to. They had seen each other several times, but now it was awkward. They both seemed uncomfortable around each other. It wasn't that Goten was angry with him, or that he was angry with Goten for sneaking out of the house and endangering himself. It was just… Ah, he wasn't sure what it was, himself. He just knew that it was making them drift apart.

 

He was glad that Kamala was in time to stop him, and that nothing had happened. But he also knew that he attacked Kamala, who fainted. He didn't remember that; he only knew what his father told him. He couldn't believe he had done that. It just couldn't fit in his head, even though he'd had some flashbacks and knew it was true. Almost whole month was gone from his memory. And he could not understand how he could have done this…

 

“Trunks?”

 

Trunks started. He quickly brushed over his face to wipe the tears. He closed the wet book.

 

“Yeah?”

 

Vegeta gazed at his son's back for some time then slowly approached. He saw Trunks shrink back. After the incident Trunks had become jumpy and closed. The boy avoided everyone, spent his time alone and didn't go out anymore. Trunks was also uncomfortable around him. The boy was ashamed of what almost happened.

 

The first heat made a person lose his mind. Trunks couldn't understand that he hadn't been himself then. The boy was looking for some explanation. He couldn't see that there was only one explanation - first heat. But Trunks was blaming himself.

 

“Come.” Vegeta almost picked Trunks up from the chair. Although his son had just turned into a man, he was still a small boy. He wiped his son's wet cheeks then embraced him. “It's okay. Calm down.” They had talked about what had happened several times. He'd said it wasn't Trunks' fault, and that he should try to forget what had happened.

 

“Do you want to see Goten?” Vegeta asked.

 

Trunks nodded against Vegeta's chest. Vegeta felt wetness stain his shirt.

 

“We don't talk much now…” The words were said with great anxiety and grief. “Why did it happen at all? I…”

 

“Shh…” Vegeta stroked Trunks' hair. “Forget that. You can't change anything. Things are how they are. And actually they aren't bad: nobody is angry with you, nobody is blaming you. Everyone understands that it wasn't your fault, and that it just happened. You are the only one who's blaming yourself.

 

“Believe me, we all went through the first heat, and we all know how it can be. You couldn't change anything. It just happened.” Vegeta sighed. “I didn't tell anyone this before, and I hope you won't blurt it out, either.” He smiled as Trunks raised his head, interested. It had been quite a while since he had seen his son interested in anything. “Especially don't tell Gohan that I told you.”

 

“Okay,” Trunks nodded.

 

To Trunks' surprise his father's nose covered in a soft blush. “I suppose you heard about Gohan's heat?”

 

Trunks nodded again; everybody had heard about that.

 

“During his first heat he tried to hunt me down.”

 

Trunks gazed at his father, his eyes wide. “He tried to rape you?!”

 

Vegeta scowled at his son but then sighed, giving in. “Yes, the damn brat was absolutely crazed. If not for Piccolo showing up, hell knows whose mate I'd be now…”

 

“You and Gohan?” Trunks stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Yuck! He's three times younger than you!”

 

“Thanks a lot,” Vegeta snorted.

 

“So how did it finally end?”

 

Vegeta shrugged. “Just like that. Sure, for several months I was pissed and didn't speak to him, and he was so ashamed he didn't dare speak to me. But later things went back to normal.” Vegeta chose to keep silent about Gohan falling in love with him and their relationship becoming way more complicated than it was before; he wasn't going to taint his son's mind with that.

 

XXXXX

 

Vegeta watched a sleeping Goten. The kid was feeling fine, although recently Goten slept a lot. Like Trunks, he'd become more closed.

 

Vegeta leaned back onto Goku. Vegeta sighed as Goku put his chin on his shoulder.

 

“How is Trunks?” Goku asked, his breath tickling Vegeta's neck.

 

“Still blaming himself, although today he was better…”

 

“Gods, they are so young…” Goku groaned.

 

Vegeta nodded. He agreed completely. That blood-mix sped up things quite a bit.

 

Goku brushed over Vegeta's stomach. At least everything was fine with his mate's pregnancy. That time when Vegeta had woken up during the night and scared him shitless had been a false alarm. The next day they had gone to Bulma. Bulma checked Vegeta over and it appeared that the fetus shifted down. Except that everything looked normal. She suggested going to Raaven to ask if he knew anything about what had happened. So they went and asked.

 

<b>Flashback</b>

 

“Jesus Christ!” Kamala almost dropped Karela from his arms as Goku materialized directly against him. “Stop doing that!” he snapped angrily at Goku while pressing Karela to his chest.

 

“Oh, now he is repeating your son's phrases…” Vegeta smirked at Kamala.

 

“Wha…?” Goku's brows frowned in confusion. “Oh.”

 

Kamala's nose dyed pinkish.

 

“What do you two censors want?” Raaven grinned at them both after entering the kitchen.

 

“Oh,” Goku nodded. “Yesterday Vegeta woke up in the middle of the night in pain. I thought he had gone into labor or something. But Bulma said everything seems fine, only the baby shifted.”

 

“Ah, that.” Raaven slapped himself on the forehead. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you… I had the same.”

 

“I bet you were scared shitless,” Kamala grinned at Goku. He lowered Karela to the floor. He sighed as Karela showed no signs of wishing to let go of his arms. The baby kicked his feet under him, indicating that he wanted to be lifted back.

 

“You'd be, too,” Goku said to Kamala. He watched Kamala pick Karela up again and seat Karela on his arms. The kid happily fisted into his father's hair and observed the room with his big shiny eyes. Karela loved being high - then he could see everything. The child was already very curious.

 

Goku offered his open arms to Karela whose visage then became hard to read, and he fisted into Kamala's hair even tighter. He gazed at Goku with his black wide eyes then finally let go of Kamala's hair and reached his tiny hands for him.

 

“He likes you,” Kamala grinned.

 

“He likes all Saiyans from his pack.” Vegeta found a chair and sat down. It was clear they weren't going to move from here anytime soon. “Try bringing a Human here…”

 

“You think so?” Goku sat down next to Vegeta with Karela in his arms. The baby didn't seem to be very content when Goku sat down. “And how did he react to Piccolo?”

 

“Cried at first,” Raaven nodded, confirming. “After several days he got used to Piccolo. But he still tried to keep away from him.”

 

“And how about Bulma?” Goku softly stroked the infant's back.

 

“Tries to bite her all the time,” Raaven sighed. “Actually he does that with all Humans he sees. Wants to bite or scratch them. Except the stronger ones. He keeps away from Krillin and Yamcha.”

 

“Wow…” Goku brushed over Karela's hair. “He really relies on his instincts a lot…”

 

“One could say that!” Gohan yawned, entering the kitchen. He was wearing only his trousers. “I saw how he caught a mouse and ate it!” His nose scrunched when he remembered the picture of Karela tearing into the bloodied mouse.

 

“Hi,” Gohan suddenly remembered to greet everyone. He noticed his father's wide eyes. Gohan shrugged at him.

 

“Want a sandwich?” Kamala asked Gohan while already looking in the fridge.

 

“Yes, please,” Gohan nodded. His eyes slid over Kamala's shoulders, his back and then thighs while the Saiyan was ransacking the fridge.

 

“Why aren't you at the university?” Goku finally asked, shifting uncomfortably after he noticed his son's eyes eating Kamala alive.

 

“It's Saturday. I'm not supposed to be there.” Gohan sat down on the chair, waiting for the results of Kamala's search.

 

“Oh.” Goku lowered his eyes to Karela on his lap. He had many questions, but not now. When he and Gohan were alone.

 

<b>End of Flashback</b>

 

XXXXX

 

Goten and Trunks sat silently in the living-room in Goku and Vegeta's house. They stared at each other, the tension in the air thick.

 

Trunks was relieved that Goten was still coming to meet him. He felt faint the first time he went to meet Goten. He had expected Goten to run away from him screaming. That didn't happen, though. But they didn't speak and interact much either. It wasn't like it used to be.

 

“Trunks…” Goten tiredly rubbed his eyes. “I heard a circus came today. Would you like to come with me?”

 

Trunks gazed at his friend, feeling wetness accumulate in his eyes. He threw himself at Goten's neck. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…”

 

“Stop that,” Goten muttered, stroking Trunks' back. “You always do that. Enough. Simply enough.” He sighed. “Let's just go to the circus, then let's get some liquor and do idiotic things as we used to.”

 

“Goddammit, how I'd love that,” Trunks laughed through tears. He snuggled his face into Goten's shoulder.

 

XXXXX

 

“Would you like to go somewhere today?” Gohan asked, leaning to kiss Kamala chastely on his lips.

 

Kamala was sitting against him on the sofa, his knees drawn to his chest. Kamala shrugged. “We could go to the same place we went last time. I liked it there.”

 

Gohan sat down on the floor, opposite Kamala. He thought a moment. “I think… We could go hunting. I know you like it. Then we could sit at the fire and…” he trailed off after noticing Kamala fiercely blush. “Mmm?”

 

Kamala coughed. “You probably don't this, but hunting together… well…” He shifted then just sighed, not understanding why he was so tense. “When one from a Saiyan pair invites another to hunt, it's the same as a proposal… If the other agrees, they hunt something down and then, while the meal is roasting, have a fight for domination and mate.”

 

“Oh… Ooh…” Gohan found himself blushing, too. Why had Vegeta never told him that? He scratched his head, realizing that he'd gotten into trouble - if he took back his former suggestion, Kamala might be insulted, and if he held onto it further, Kamala might see it as… Although, what was he afraid of here? “So, do you want to go hunting?” He shrugged.

 

Kamala heartily laughed. “And you are quite a diplomat… Yes, I want to go,” he nodded.

 

XXXXX

 

Gohan and Kamala didn't stay outside after hunting a boar. They took their catch back to Kamala and Raaven's house.

 

Kamala still lived with Raaven, and Gohan didn't mind that; Kamala had his duties to take care of.

 

They fried some meat for themselves, and Raaven stuffed the rest of the animal into the freezer. After they ate they went to Gohan's flat. They watched some movie but didn't finish watching it, for they engaged in the activity they came there for.

 

Kamala smiled as Gohan finally got bored with the movie and leaned to kiss him. And then it started. Soft licks, kisses and purrs he loved so much.

 

Gohan softly pushed Kamala out of the living-room, and towards another with a bed. He loved sex with Kamala; Kamala knew how to make a man forget his name and howl in pleasure… But he knew how Kamala attained that knowledge, he knew and he did everything to help Kamala forget.

 

He didn't know how it was while Kamala was with Raaven, but when it came to bed, usually it was the demi-Saiyan who took the initiative. And it seemed that Kamala preferred it that way.

 

Gohan immersed his fingers into Kamala's mane to bring his head down to kiss him. He loved Kamala's hair. So soft and light. And it always smelled of some kind of shampoo.

 

Working Kamala's shirt out of his way, he maneuvered Kamala to the bed, seating him on it at first, then lying over Kamala and pressing his back to the covers.

 

He purred before drawing back. His, all his. Those big black eyes, those lightly swollen lips, hair, that strong body, everything was his. And that scent… Intoxicating…mind numbing…

 

He leaned down to worship that gorgeous body that was spread out for him.

 

Kamala's breathing hitched as Gohan's tongue swept over his collarbone. His eyelashes fluttered then, the short tickling licks making him shiver and his breath falter. He still couldn't stop wondering when he was being intimate with Gohan. Those simple things Gohan did or said in bed… He had never thought that he might like when other man would take the initiative in bed. He had never thought he might not feel intimidated or/and humiliated. It was just…

 

When they started, he felt awkward. He could see in Gohan's behavior many things he himself had done with Raaven, just to keep from scaring him off. And it felt so awkward and silly when he recognized the same in Gohan's behavior towards him… Later it balanced itself out - they got to know each other better, and that awkwardness almost disappeared. There were still some things left that came up from time to time, but mainly he liked what he had now.

 

Gohan listened to Kamala's hitched breathing while sucking and gently biting on the hardened nipples. Each day brought them further into their relationship. If at first he wasn't very sure, now he enjoyed it immensely and put much effort into it. It was much harder because he wasn't exactly sure what Kamala thought of their relationship, although it was clear that Kamala enjoyed himself, too. And very much.

 

Gohan unzipped Kamala's jeans, hooked his fingers on the waist of them and Kamala's boxers and pulled them down. Yes, Kamala was enjoying this very much.

 

Gohan's hand reached over to the drawer.

 

A silent gasp left Kamala's mouth as Gohan's tongue brushed over the tip of his arousal. His hands unconsciously fisted into the sheets at his sides. He bit his lip as Gohan continued to pleasure him.

 

Gohan leaned to Kamala's mouth. He covered Kamala's lips with his own, freeing Kamala's lips from his own teeth. He slipped his palm between Kamala's warm thighs and swallowed a moan that left Kamala's mouth. He pushed his palm up, his slicked fingers pushing deeper in between Kamala's legs to slick him. He pushed in and out several times then pulled his fingers away.

 

He knew Kamala loved feeling desired, was dazed by the thought of someone wanting him. However there was a very slight difference for Kamala between feeling desired and simply feeling used. Gohan learned that the second time they had sex - he was crazed with lust when he dragged Kamala to bed with him (he'd had to study for his exams and hadn't seen Kamala for an entire week), but instead of being as turned on as he was…Kamala freaked out. Then he sat in bed with Kamala through the entire night, just trying to calm Kamala down and convince him not to put an end to their evolving relationship.

 

Kamala's mouth froze into a silent “O” as Gohan's mouth engulfed him. His eyelashes fluttered wildly as Gohan started a slow pace. Gohan's greedy hand smoothed the curves and skin in its path while the other helped to cover what his mouth wasn't able to.

 

Through half-lidded eyes Gohan watched Kamala approach his climax. The Saiyan was panting loudly, his breathing strained, his face and chest flushed. Kamala wasn't controlling his body anymore, his hips desperately trying to push up into his mouth. Then suddenly Kamala groaned, his body arching, shuddering, filling his mouth with his seed.

 

Kamala lay on the bed, his body still quivering in the aftermath Gohan leaned to Kamala's mouth to share Kamala's taste with him. Purring, he stroked Kamala's body, which had become much more sensitive to touching and petting. Impatiently he got rid of his clothes.

 

As Kamala started responding to the kisses more and more eagerly, he hooked his hands under Kamala's hips and pulled Kamala's legs apart, putting one on his shoulder, wrapping the other around his waist.

 

Kamala felt Gohan slip easily inside him. Gohan was attentive and considerate during sex. Now, Gohan was slowly rocking his hips while waiting for him to adjust. He rocked his hips back against Gohan, showing that he didn't need any adjustment.

 

Gohan built the pleasure slowly and gradually, but to such a degree that in the end Kamala came shouting in Saiyan. He vaguely felt Gohan spill into him and then collapsed back onto the bed, `feeling Gohan collapse on top of him seconds later. He felt Gohan pull away, and then a kiss followed.

 

He was quite surprised when Gohan lifted him by his waist and turned around, raising his hips into the air. Well, not that he minded, but he knew he was going to have a hard day tomorrow because of that.

 

Gohan washed the broad back before him with his mouth. He was dazed with scents. He wasn't sure why but something about Kamala's bodily scent…especially the scent of Kamala's release…and when it mixed with his own…it just left him drunk. Maybe that was simply what was called compatibility… He wasn't sure, but that scent always made his head spin and his cock throb, from the very first time he scented Kamala.

 

He slid in and out while Kamala's backside pushed against him. Kamala was responding well to him - Kamala's groans, meows and frantic movements showed that. And he just loved how Kamala would toss his head back and forth when he was close. He loved watching that long silky hair cascading around Kamala's sweaty shoulders and back, clinging to the dampness.

 

Kamala climaxed almost soundlessly this time; only a short exhalation was torn out of his throat. He followed right after Kamala, filling him once again. He held onto Kamala to catch his breath then pulled away, watching his semen leaking out. For some reason it always made him possessive and…well, he liked that. It felt like… he was marking his territory. He felt silly for feeling that way, but he couldn't help it.

 

Gohan brushed Kamala's hair to one side of his neck, kissing the damp skin.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala gazed through the window, watching the traveling clouds. He sipped his tea then leaned against the wall.

 

“Morning.” Gohan's eyes registered everything: Kamala's pose, his pained frown.

 

Kamala nodded in greeting. “You slept in,” he said, looking at the cold breakfast he had made for Gohan.

 

Gohan smiled sheepishly, but Kamala just threw him an annoyed look. Gohan didn't say anything, just sat down at the table to eat his cold breakfast. He knew that anything he might say would only set Kamala off further. Unlike most people Kamala was always fractious and snappish after sex in the mornings.

 

Gohan ate his breakfast in silence. He finished his meal, drank his juice, put the glass down.

 

“Kamala, are you always like this, or does something I do during sex piss you off?” he asked.

 

Kamala looked at him. “No, everything is alright.”

 

Gohan sighed. “Kamala, do you have some kind of problem? A mental one or a physical one? Why can't you simply say what's wrong?”

 

“Nothing is wrong.” Kamala shook his head. “You were absolutely perfect.”

 

“Kamala…” Gohan sighed.

 

“Everything is fine!” Kamala snapped, irritated.

 

“Stop that!” Gohan growled. “I know that there's something wrong!”

 

“Go fuck yourself!” Kamala hissed. He pushed past Gohan.

 

Kamala startled as his mug was knocked out of his hands and shattered against the opposite wall; a brown stain spread out over the wallpaper. His heart caught in his throat as Gohan grabbed him by his wrist and chin to raise his head.

 

“Don't give me that, Kamala.” Gohan gritted his teeth.

 

Gohan cursed himself, seeing absolute terror in Kamala's eyes. He quickly let go of Kamala. He had never hit Kamala or exerted his power over Kamala in any other way, although with Kamala sometimes it only took a glare to get him all worked up. He was adjusting to that, but still hadn't quite managed. He had grown up in a house with two Super Saiyans always looking for a fight and a mom who always hit everyone with a frying pan and shouted a lot. At first he didn't quite realize that Kamala took screams, a harsher word or a simple teasing way deeper than everyone else in the Z team, but he was learning.

 

“I'm sorry, sweetheart.” Gohan embraced Kamala. He planted a soft apologetic kiss on Kamala's neck. He held Kamala, who trembled in his arms. “I wouldn't ever hurt you, Kamala…” he soothingly whispered into Kamala's ear. “I'm very sorry.”

 

“It's alright…” Kamala heavily exhaled into Gohan's shoulder. He didn't know himself why he got so worked up; he and Raaven used to fight most of the time after they mated, and he never got so worked up… And it was only a damn mug… But he was way stronger than Raaven…

 

“No, it's not,” Gohan sighed. “Please, talk to me. Just talk to me…”

 

Kamala closed his eyes, leaning into Gohan. He wanted to tell, he badly wanted to tell, but he was also very afraid to tell.

 

XXXXX

 

Frustrated, Gohan rustled through the papers Bulma had given to him, the results of her research on him. He didn't know where Bulma had gotten the other samples, and at the moment he didn't care; the findings showed that he was compatible with Humans - he was able to impregnate a woman. It also appeared a man was able to impregnate him, too.

 

So he was frustrated, not because of that. He was frustrated because he couldn't get Kamala to talk. Whatever troubles Kamala had with their coupling, Kamala chose to keep that to himself. And it was pissing him off.

 

“I thought you'd be happy…?” Bulma leaned on the wall behind Gohan, a cigarette in her fingers. She let a long puff out into the air, through the open window.

 

“I am,” Gohan exhaled. “It's that…” He exhaled again. “To hell with it…” He sighed. “…maybe you'd know what's going on… Kamala and I…well…” he blushed lightly, “…we have some troubles during sex. Or after it… I'm not sure…” he ended up, blushing fiercely.

 

Bulma shook the ashes off the end of her cigarette out of the window. “I thought he'd have told you by now…” She took another drag, shaking her head.

 

“Huh?” Gohan looked at her. “Do you know something about “it”?”

 

Bulma nodded, throwing what was left of the cigarette away then loudly closing the window. “I shouldn't talk with you about that.” She approached her table and sat down. “But I know it would be better if you knew what is troubling your handsome friend…” She gave a quick coquettish glance to Gohan then again forgot she had been flirting and continued: “Do you remember when he was in heat and your father kept him in his and Vegeta's house? Then he got sick,” she continued after Gohan nodded, “and Goku brought him to me. I found something. He could have had an operation if he wanted, but he refused.”

 

“An operation?” Gohan frowned. “What's wrong with him?”

 

“It's nothing serious,” Bulma shrugged. She considered a moment just how much she should tell Gohan, to not get Kamala into trouble. “It's that he has a much narrower duct than usual. You know that through the duct seep various fluids. When a Saiyan is aroused, his body exudes some slick mixture to relieve the friction. During heat there is much more of that mixture. Anyway, as Kamala has a narrower duct than usual, the mixture doesn't get released and gathers inside it, clogging it. So he gets pains. Don't try having sex with him several times in a row - he might not be able to handle it. Your sperm and his own fluids might simply overflow him.”

 

“Jesus Christ,” Gohan exhaled. “But you said it's not serious? Wouldn't there be inflammation?”

 

Bulma shrugged. “Well, try not to use uncertain lubes... After some time the liquids are naturally disposed from his body, so it's fine.”

 

“So you suggested him getting an operation. He refused?” Gohan asked. “But why?”

 

“I don't know,” Bulma shook her head. “Maybe he simply doesn't trust me.”

 

Gohan thought a moment. That could be it. “I'll talk to him. Would you agree to do it if he agreed?”

 

Bulma nodded.

 

XXXXX

 

Kamala silently entered the house. Not wanting to wake Raaven or Karela up, he tiptoed through the corridor and to his room. There was a light burning in the kitchen, but he thought that Raaven must have forgotten to switch it off. But then his ear caught voices wafting from the kitchen. Raaven wasn't sleeping. He was talking with someone.

 

Kamala edged slowly to the kitchen door and peered inside. He felt like a sneaking idiot when he was met by a pair of blue eyes.

 

“Hey,” Kamala smiled sheepishly before leaving his cover and coming into the kitchen.

 

“Oh, hey,” Raaven nodded.

 

Blue eyes touched Kamala again, then shifted casually away, back to Raaven.

 

“Some tea?” Raaven asked.

 

Kamala nodded and sat down on the offered chair. Raaven gave a short smile to his guest and rose quickly to fix some tea. Kamala's gaze came back to Raaven's guest.

 

When he first saw Raaven interact with this guy, he thought there was going to be trouble. But Raaven and he seemed to get on pretty well. The guy didn't talk much, at least around Kamala. Raaven had told him the story of how they met: Raaven had been in the woods with Karela, gathering berries, and then a stranger had approached him. As Raaven had never been quick to trust and at that moment had Karela with him, he had tried to get rid of the stranger. But the man had just smiled at his haste and said he knew a much better place where Raaven could find berries.

 

Raaven had gotten all worked up and wanted to just get the hell out of there, which he did. By flying away. He hadn't said anything about it to Raaven - he himself didn't actually bother avoiding Humans - but he knew anyone from the Z team wouldn't have approved. Well, except maybe the Prince, who didn't actually give a damn about Humans at all.

 

The next day Raaven had met him again. To Raaven's surprise the guy didn't run away screaming or try to shoot him; actually, it seemed that he had been actively searching for him. And that, Raaven didn't like. He presumed that he had gotten a stalker. But since Karela was not with him, he had chosen to interact with the strange person. The guy seemed to be quite young and had hardly any ki at all, so Raaven had presumed he would always be able to defend himself if something happened.

 

Raaven had found himself talking with the guy and quite liking it. The man had said that his name was Andrew Jones, and that he had been living in the woods for quite a while now. He had simply become interested when he saw that there was someone else besides him.

 

Raaven had quickly apologized for invading his territory, but Andrew just said that it wasn't a problem. He had just been interested to meet Saiyans here, but he hadn't expected to see Saiyans running up in the woods. And especially not with their babies.

 

Raaven hadn't quite managed to get out of Andrew how he knew about Saiyans, but even though he had just met Andrew, he had told almost everything about himself. And in return Raaven found out that Andrew had been watching their house for three days now before coming over to him to talk.

 

Andrew had showed the berries he had promised to show before, and Raaven took Andrew home. They met several times after that.

 

Kamala observed Andrew who was sitting opposite him, his intent blue eyes watching Raaven's back. Andrew looked their age, maybe even younger: seventeen or eighteen. And he didn't quite understand what the kid was doing living in the woods. Andrew said that his parents died and that he had only a sister left. Kamala didn't quite believe it.

 

Andrew didn't seem to be a vagabond or an addict; he didn't even seem to be a maniac or a serial killer. Andrew was clean, didn't talk much, but talked sense and had some rather interesting standpoints on several things, so he didn't really mind Raaven interacting with him. Besides, Karela seemed to like Andrew, and Andrew seemed to like Karela. That was weird, but acceptable.

 

Once Andrew had brought Raaven to his home. Raaven told Kamala that it was nothing special - a simple capsule house. They had both wondered where the man could have gotten the capsule house, but then simply forgot it, at least Kamala did. He didn't quite know what Raaven thought of that. When it came to Andrew, Raaven was quite discreet, although maybe it was because Raaven himself didn't know much.

 

Kamala had to agree that Andrew looked good. The man wasn't tall or bulky but had quite a figure. He had straight black hair to his shoulders that shone blue silk in the sun or other brighter light. Regular features with two hypnotizing blue eyes made his face easy to remember. Andrew was of pale complexion, his eyes a bit slanting. Andrew was handsome.

 

Mostly Andrew wore jeans and T-shirts that were so popular on this planet. At least Andrew wore them when he came to see Raaven.

 

Because Andrew didn't talk much; it was Raaven who did the most of talking (as far as Kamala could see). But Andrew wasn't a shy type either, quite the opposite. Andrew was quick to make his opinions clear. His sky blue eyes could become very cold sometimes, sharp, one could say. And although he knew people like that could be full of nasty surprises there was something very peaceful about Andrew. He seemed to give off calm vibrations.

 

He had asked Raaven what he thought of his new friend. Raaven looked at him for several seconds, opened his mouth, closed it and didn't say anything.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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