Title: For now, Dende and Yamucha
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. =cries uncontrollably=
A/N: Maybe not A/U, but there may be OOCness and um let's see, it takes place I dunno let's say after the Buu saga, when Yamucha's the cutest. I apologize for the freaky pairing, but I wanted to be original.
Yamucha gazed at the pole that stood before him. At the top of that pole, he knew lived the Guardian of the Earth. As images of the green skinned god filled his mind, a smile played across his lips.
'What are you doing to me, dear Gaurdian?' he asked himself. Just the thought of the young god stirred his emotions and other things as well. He shook his head violently, as though to clear the thoughts that flooded his mind.
"No, that's not right!" he pounded his fists against his head in frustration. 'But it would explain why I could never keep a girlfriend. Could it really be because I don't like girls? Could that be the answer?'
His resolve strong, Yamucha blasted off upward, toward his muse.
Dende's mind was muddled with so many confusing thoughts, it was giving him a headache. He plopped down on his cushy pillows and hugged one to his chest.
'A god shouldn't think like this,' he reprimanded himself. 'A god must be pure of mind, spirit, soul and...heart.'
"But my heart belongs to him," he mumbled aloud. "What is going on with me?"
Angrily, he tossed a fluffy pillow against a wall. His head pounded and he tried to sleep. With no luck. Every time he closed his eyes, the man's image flooded his vision.
"It makes sense though," he said aloud. "Why shoudln't I feel this way?"
"Care to share your thoughts with the rest of the class, Dende?" a masculine voice boomed from his doorway. Dende opened his eyes to see an upside down image of the very one he worshiped.
'He never asks me about my problems,' Dende thought. Pushing that aside, he turned himself off his back and pounced at the tall figure.
"Hey!" he muttered as the young namekian hung off his arm. "Why the sudden change?"
"Oh, nothing," Dende grinned childishly. THe taller man smiled slightly, not disliking the attentions of the young Namekian god.
Yamucha smiled as he landed on the look-out, searching for his muse. His eyes laid upon Dende, and Yamucha's smile faded into oblivion. There he was, embracing another inhabitant of the look-out. His Dende was holding Piccolo.
'My Dende?' Yamucha slapped himself mentally. 'No, it's just Dende.'
Yet he knew that look that donned his beloved's gentle features. He had dreamt that same expression many times over in his wildest of fantasies. Yamucha shook the thoughts from his head and approached them smiling.
"Hey, guys!" he waved. Dende released the taller Namek and a slight blush flushed his cheeks.
"Hey, Yamucha!" he smiled, a bit ruffled that he had come at such an inopprotune time, but being polite just the same, "What brings you here?"
"Nuthin' much," Yamucha grinned. "Just haven't seen you in a while and so I decided to drop on by. But I see you're uh...busy so I'll just come back later."
"No, it's ok," Dende sighed. "Please, stay for a little bit. not much happens around here. Right Picc-" The large Namek had left. Yamucha noticed the deflated look on the young Gaurdian's face and his heart sank.
"Hey, buddy," he placed an arms over Dende's shoulders, "You wanna tell me what's wrong?"
Dende shook his head in reply. He really did want to blurt it all out. Just not to Yamucha. Then again, he was offering...
"Well, it's Piccolo." he began. Yamucha listened to the Namek's soft gentle voice as he rattled off his complaints. "I've sort of had a what ever you humans call it. A crush? Anyway, I've liked Piccolo since I can't even remember."
Yamucha nodded in reply, "But it makes some sort of sense. Except..."
"Except what, Yamucha?" Dende urged. Yamucha aquired a deer-in-the-headlights daze and stuttered an incoherent response.
"Ack, erm I mean uh..." Yamucha knew he wasn't making any sense, but how was he supposed to respond to something he wasn't aware he had said? Finally, he sighed in defeat.
"Dende? Can I talk to you?"
"Aren't we doing so right now?" Dende answered quizzically. "I know what you mean, sure."
"There's someone I'm...infatuated with," he began, "But it's not someone I'd normally be attracted to."
"What do you mean?" Dende questioned, leading Yamucha into his chambers and inviting him to sit on his bed.
"I mean that it's...not a girl." Yamucha confessed, his head hung low in shame.
"And? You're point is...?" Dende rolled his semi-open hand in a circle, indicating him to continue.
"Y-you're not...shocked? Horrified?" Yamucha stuttered.
"Is there a reason I should be?" Dende shrugged. "Come on, I'm the Gaurdian of the Earth. I've seen stranger things, though I'd rather not remember them...."
"Have you ever been kissed?" Yamucha asked candidly. Dende's eyes went wide as dinner plates.
"What?"
"Oh man, I'm sorry that just slipped out, I didn't-" Yamucha sputtered an apology.
"No, no it's ok," Dende waved him off. "No. But as far as I know, it has something to do with that impaling thing you humans do so often..."
At the mention of such an act, Yamucha blushed furiously. With a sudden burst of youthful enthusiasm, Yamucha randomly poked the young gaurdian, emmitting a sqeal of laughter.
"You're ticklish!" Yamucha announced and attacked Dende's sensitive sides. Dende rolled onto his back and laughed heartily, begging for mercy. Yamucha couldn't help but laugh along with Dende they rolled around playfully. The two wrestled each other all over the bed until they came to the edge. As they felt themselves begin to fall, both began clawing madly at the sheets in an attempt to regain their balance.
"ACK! OOF!" Dende screeched as Yamucha lost his balance and pulled the two of them onto the floor along with half the sheets piled over them.
"You ok, Dende?" Yamucha inquired, searching for the Namek in the labyrinth of bedding. A muffled response came from in front of him. Yamucha parted the barrier to find himself directly in front of Dende. Well, actully more like atop the Gaurdian. The panting namek grinned up at him and looked into Yamucha's eyes.
"Never been kissed, huh?" Yamucha whispered before closing his mouth over the soft green flesh of the Namek's feathery lips. He parted reluctantly and looked into the serene features of the young alien. "Well, now you have."
"Yamucha..." Dende breathed, unsure of what to say, "Yamucha, I-" Yamucha placed his fingers over the lips he had claimed moments earlier and shushed him gently. He whispered into his sensitive ear, making Dende's face flush a light purple.
"It's you I love."
The words of affection did not go unheard by the large Namek standing, arms crossed at the door to Dende's chambers. His usual scowl was replaced by an expression of shock. And betrayal. Dende had stolen his love.
Piccolo stalked off angrily, cursing one enraged vow, "He will pay..."
I do so love my cliffhangers, don't you? If I get ANY good reviews, I'll keep posting up chapters as they develope. WARNING!! No doubt, I'll twist this into a nice juicy lemon!
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. =cries uncontrollably=
A/N: Maybe not A/U, but there may be OOCness and um let's see, it takes place I dunno let's say after the Buu saga, when Yamucha's the cutest. I apologize for the freaky pairing, but I wanted to be original.
Yamucha gazed at the pole that stood before him. At the top of that pole, he knew lived the Guardian of the Earth. As images of the green skinned god filled his mind, a smile played across his lips.
'What are you doing to me, dear Gaurdian?' he asked himself. Just the thought of the young god stirred his emotions and other things as well. He shook his head violently, as though to clear the thoughts that flooded his mind.
"No, that's not right!" he pounded his fists against his head in frustration. 'But it would explain why I could never keep a girlfriend. Could it really be because I don't like girls? Could that be the answer?'
His resolve strong, Yamucha blasted off upward, toward his muse.
Dende's mind was muddled with so many confusing thoughts, it was giving him a headache. He plopped down on his cushy pillows and hugged one to his chest.
'A god shouldn't think like this,' he reprimanded himself. 'A god must be pure of mind, spirit, soul and...heart.'
"But my heart belongs to him," he mumbled aloud. "What is going on with me?"
Angrily, he tossed a fluffy pillow against a wall. His head pounded and he tried to sleep. With no luck. Every time he closed his eyes, the man's image flooded his vision.
"It makes sense though," he said aloud. "Why shoudln't I feel this way?"
"Care to share your thoughts with the rest of the class, Dende?" a masculine voice boomed from his doorway. Dende opened his eyes to see an upside down image of the very one he worshiped.
'He never asks me about my problems,' Dende thought. Pushing that aside, he turned himself off his back and pounced at the tall figure.
"Hey!" he muttered as the young namekian hung off his arm. "Why the sudden change?"
"Oh, nothing," Dende grinned childishly. THe taller man smiled slightly, not disliking the attentions of the young Namekian god.
Yamucha smiled as he landed on the look-out, searching for his muse. His eyes laid upon Dende, and Yamucha's smile faded into oblivion. There he was, embracing another inhabitant of the look-out. His Dende was holding Piccolo.
'My Dende?' Yamucha slapped himself mentally. 'No, it's just Dende.'
Yet he knew that look that donned his beloved's gentle features. He had dreamt that same expression many times over in his wildest of fantasies. Yamucha shook the thoughts from his head and approached them smiling.
"Hey, guys!" he waved. Dende released the taller Namek and a slight blush flushed his cheeks.
"Hey, Yamucha!" he smiled, a bit ruffled that he had come at such an inopprotune time, but being polite just the same, "What brings you here?"
"Nuthin' much," Yamucha grinned. "Just haven't seen you in a while and so I decided to drop on by. But I see you're uh...busy so I'll just come back later."
"No, it's ok," Dende sighed. "Please, stay for a little bit. not much happens around here. Right Picc-" The large Namek had left. Yamucha noticed the deflated look on the young Gaurdian's face and his heart sank.
"Hey, buddy," he placed an arms over Dende's shoulders, "You wanna tell me what's wrong?"
Dende shook his head in reply. He really did want to blurt it all out. Just not to Yamucha. Then again, he was offering...
"Well, it's Piccolo." he began. Yamucha listened to the Namek's soft gentle voice as he rattled off his complaints. "I've sort of had a what ever you humans call it. A crush? Anyway, I've liked Piccolo since I can't even remember."
Yamucha nodded in reply, "But it makes some sort of sense. Except..."
"Except what, Yamucha?" Dende urged. Yamucha aquired a deer-in-the-headlights daze and stuttered an incoherent response.
"Ack, erm I mean uh..." Yamucha knew he wasn't making any sense, but how was he supposed to respond to something he wasn't aware he had said? Finally, he sighed in defeat.
"Dende? Can I talk to you?"
"Aren't we doing so right now?" Dende answered quizzically. "I know what you mean, sure."
"There's someone I'm...infatuated with," he began, "But it's not someone I'd normally be attracted to."
"What do you mean?" Dende questioned, leading Yamucha into his chambers and inviting him to sit on his bed.
"I mean that it's...not a girl." Yamucha confessed, his head hung low in shame.
"And? You're point is...?" Dende rolled his semi-open hand in a circle, indicating him to continue.
"Y-you're not...shocked? Horrified?" Yamucha stuttered.
"Is there a reason I should be?" Dende shrugged. "Come on, I'm the Gaurdian of the Earth. I've seen stranger things, though I'd rather not remember them...."
"Have you ever been kissed?" Yamucha asked candidly. Dende's eyes went wide as dinner plates.
"What?"
"Oh man, I'm sorry that just slipped out, I didn't-" Yamucha sputtered an apology.
"No, no it's ok," Dende waved him off. "No. But as far as I know, it has something to do with that impaling thing you humans do so often..."
At the mention of such an act, Yamucha blushed furiously. With a sudden burst of youthful enthusiasm, Yamucha randomly poked the young gaurdian, emmitting a sqeal of laughter.
"You're ticklish!" Yamucha announced and attacked Dende's sensitive sides. Dende rolled onto his back and laughed heartily, begging for mercy. Yamucha couldn't help but laugh along with Dende they rolled around playfully. The two wrestled each other all over the bed until they came to the edge. As they felt themselves begin to fall, both began clawing madly at the sheets in an attempt to regain their balance.
"ACK! OOF!" Dende screeched as Yamucha lost his balance and pulled the two of them onto the floor along with half the sheets piled over them.
"You ok, Dende?" Yamucha inquired, searching for the Namek in the labyrinth of bedding. A muffled response came from in front of him. Yamucha parted the barrier to find himself directly in front of Dende. Well, actully more like atop the Gaurdian. The panting namek grinned up at him and looked into Yamucha's eyes.
"Never been kissed, huh?" Yamucha whispered before closing his mouth over the soft green flesh of the Namek's feathery lips. He parted reluctantly and looked into the serene features of the young alien. "Well, now you have."
"Yamucha..." Dende breathed, unsure of what to say, "Yamucha, I-" Yamucha placed his fingers over the lips he had claimed moments earlier and shushed him gently. He whispered into his sensitive ear, making Dende's face flush a light purple.
"It's you I love."
The words of affection did not go unheard by the large Namek standing, arms crossed at the door to Dende's chambers. His usual scowl was replaced by an expression of shock. And betrayal. Dende had stolen his love.
Piccolo stalked off angrily, cursing one enraged vow, "He will pay..."
I do so love my cliffhangers, don't you? If I get ANY good reviews, I'll keep posting up chapters as they develope. WARNING!! No doubt, I'll twist this into a nice juicy lemon!