Disclaimer: I own nothing, except this idea.
He was supposed to be the best, the strongest as was his right, his birthright. Hell! Even hell couldn't keep him, barely a few hours and that shit pit spit him back out even if the damn dragon balls had been at work.
So how the F***ing hell did he succumb to something that damn woman called a flu!? It was not possible! Him! The prince of all Saiyans caught a human virus!? It was unheard of! That damn woman claimed Kakarotto hadn't fallen ill once, even this you have bested me! Then again, do idiots even fall ill.
Cough cough
Oh great, now the weakling's here too, spreading that human germ around. I still say he's the one who gave me his 'flu'. Second hand disease, oh joy. Stupid piece of shit!
Cough cough…
Cough cough…
*vein* That's it. "WOMAN! Get this diseased mutt out of here!" He shouted to the ceiling above the living room.
Ignoring that insult, Yamcha sigh, popping another throat soothing lozenge before replying, "Forget it, Bulma needs at least an hour before she's ready to *cough*… go".
"F***kingtastic, another 45 minutes of airborne bacteria!" He opt to sit a fair distance away from Yamcha, glaring death at him.
Barely 15 minutes of awkward silence… besides the coughing and throat clearing…
"Oi, weakling" Vegeta broke the silence...
"?" instantly Yamcha looked up… how sad it is that he seem to assume that term was directed at him, recognised it even… sigh… not that it wasn't, there just wasn't anyone else in the room.
"I want that friend of yours"
"eh?"
"That fishy friend of yours, stupid!"
"what… what!?" Yamcha almost fell off his chair.
"Hear this moron, I don't like you or any of you stupid humans for that matter. But right now thanks to your human germs, and once again be grateful I didn't kill you for that. At any rate, I need something that can reach the back of my throat and you got what I need"
"wai… wait… Vegeta… this is really… I mean Bulma could be here anytime…" Squirming further into his chair now…
"Listen you piece of shit, the woman's still got 20 minutes and I'm not kidding here. You better give me something to suck on right now while I'm still in a calm mood and let me tell you one thing. I'm barely calm right now. "
"ah… Vegeta… I dun think I…"
"Oh F*** it! I'll help myself!" Vegeta grabbed Yamcha by his thigh and shoved his hand into the poor guy's pants.
And pulled out…
Yamcha's….
Pack of Fisherman's Friend lozenges…
"eh… ?" looking fairly harassed, Yamcha could barely find the right words to speak. "You wanted… my fisherman's friend?"
"I said I wanted your fishy friend, didn't I, stupid" Vegeta casually tossed the pack back onto Yamcha's lap after popping two into his mouth. "What else could you possibly have that can reach the back of my throat anyway".
"Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's go. ? What's up?" Bulma looked from Yamcha to Vegeta and back again.
"About time woman, get me 2 packs of that weakling's fishy friend" satisfied, Vegeta headed for the gravity room.
"Jerk! What's wrong with you and what fishy friend was he talking about?" both hands on her hips as she addressed Yamcha.
"Nothing…" wavy tears ran down Yamcha's cheeks.