Now being unemployed and no longer in school i have alot of time on my hands so i went to read my Fanfic for old times sake and found myself utterly embarassed. So im re-doing it!...sortta [BTW i faild my English AS and no longer have a 'beta' so it might even be worse than before...oh, and i don't have spell checker or grammer checker..so like i said worse!]

Chapter 1.

THE DREAM

Yamcha forced his heavy eyes closed for the what he hoped to be the last time that evening. He's spent far too many sleepless nights worrying over Goku. Tossing a turning in his empty bed Yamcha slowly slipped away into a dreamless state. Only it wasn't.

Yamcha had this same dream every day for the past three months. It's of the day Goku was last seen. The sun was shinning down, strips dripping across the grass of the park. It's 10:30 AM on a Saturday and Yamcha had found himself at the park again. Sitting on a old wooden bench next to the gravel path running down the middle of the green. He realised this is where his walks had taken him every day this week. He didn't understand why,he didn't know anyone who went down to the park. It was like he was expecting some one to be here waiting for him but there never was.

"Daddy, look at me!" The familiar voice bellowed across the field finding it's way to Yamcha.

Squinting hard he managed to turn the misshapen blur into Goten. Then the blob behind it turned to Gohan. Then before he had time to register all of this Goku face was inches from his own, a big dumb grin reflecting onto him.

"I didn't expect to see you down the park, Yamcha." Goku moved from kneeling down to sitting on the bench beside him. Yamcha panicked, he couldn't tell Goku that he was a crazy person who's been having some longing for a mysterious person at the park he doesn't even know exists!! 'Okay i can do this, it's Goku for crying out loud he'll believe anything right?'

"I go jogging in the mornings. I was thinking of getting back into the baseball thing again." 'A half-arsed smile and we're safe. He'll totally buy that.' Goku furrowed his brows and then looked him up and down.

"You go jogging in jeans and a shirt?" Goku surprised himself with how observant he could be sometimes.

'Crap!' Yamcha had totally forgotten that he was WEARING A SHIRT!

"Um, yeah. I was going to the....and then i had to erm..yeah so i guess that explains it." Whats the chances that'll actually work?

Goku pulled a slightly dumb-founded look before nodding in acceptance.

"You and Chi Chi talking yet?" Yamcha had heard that Goku and Chi Chi fell out last week and she had kicked him out of the house. Thats why Goku was at the park with the kids it was the only time Chi Chi let him see them. Goku's face dropped like he'd heard news of someone dying. He sighed before leaving a long pause then simply answered "no." Feeling a little bad for bringing it up Yamcha tried to change the subject.

"Gohan growing up so fast isn't he? It feels like it was just yesterday when he was just learning how to walk. Now he's saving the world and looking for girls." Yamcha slipped a cheeky smile in Goku's direction hoping he saw the same humor in it he did. Thankfully Goku was his same old goofy self even with divorce teetering over his marriage.

"Yeah, just yesterday he was talking about going on a date with this girl in his class." Goku laughed at his own son. Yamcha watched him intensely. That smile was breath taking. The way his teeth were only just visible and the subtle dimples on his cheeks. Yamcha had never noticed how strong Goku's jaw was, the way his soft skin rested on his bones. The rugged faint scars scattered all across his neck and then there was the muscular chest that lifted then dropped in time with the breath of the other man. Yamcha was staring at his friend for so long he hadn't been aware of his hand sliding up his thigh, moving up and up till it was gently resting over his hardened crotch. He fingers creeping there way over to his zip. Those eyes, Goku had the most mezmerising hazel eyes. His finger were then skillfully pulling his trouser zip down letting the cool morning air brush over his pantless manhood.

"Daddy can i have an ice cream." Goten's voice pierced

Yamcha's ears violently awakening him from his daydream leaving his a little sad it was over so soon but glad at the same time. He didn't want to be the perv touching himself at the childrens park did he? Goku had turned to Yamcha ready to ask him something but stopped mid breath. He'd locked eyes with Yamcha's stiff cock which was slightly revealed. Yamcha felt like he was under a heat lamp the sweat that was pouring of him as he flipped him self over so he was facing away from Goku while he zipped up his jeans. 'SHIT! What if he thinks im some peodo watching his children.'

"You were erm, going to ask me something thing." Yamcha tried clearing his throat hopping it would do the same to the air. Goku didn't reply for what seem to be minutes.

"Oh, yeah. It's just i don't have any money and i was wondering if i could borrow some for Goten." Goku hated asking for money. He also hated asking Bulma if he could move in until he sorted things out with Chi Chi, if he ever did. Yamcha riffled through his pockets then forced the money into Goku's chest with out saying a word to him. Feeling a little awkward Goku took the money then waved it in the air as a signal to Goten and Gohan to come and collect it.

Racing over his children collected the money told Goku a funny story about Goten on the swings then raced over to the ice cream truck parked on the side of the road next to the park.

Still feeling the tension Goku decided to shuffle next to Goku and placed a hand on his thigh. "Yamcha is everything okay?" Goku asked. Hearing this Yamcha shifted his weight so he could face Goku, not realising how close he was already and as his head turned their lips brushed. It wasn't even a noticeable touch to anybody looking and the two friends could have easily ignored it and thought nothing of it. But thats not what they did. Yamcha pressed his lips against Goku's violently. After having stared at this beautiful mouth so hard it was magical to be tasting him. Yamcha's tongue was forcing it's way into the other's with great success. He tasted like apples it was so strange. He was tangy and sweet with this crisp, fresh after taste. Their hands began exploring each other. Yamcha's over the sculpted body of the junior beside him. They were like wild animals trying to gather everything. It was sheer bliss until they both heard this disgusted gasp. Yamcha turned ready to argue at home ever thought this wonderful act could be wrong was horrified to find who had destroyed their moment. It was Gohan, jaw gaping the ice cream he had brought spilt across the floor. They had totally forgotten about them, they were so caught up in each other.

Nobody moved. Nobody dare even make a sound. Nobody except Gohan.

"What the hell is wrong with you! How do you expect mum to take you back if you're a queer!" Yep, Gohan had taken the break up badly and in the space of a week had become a dark, twisted young male.

Goku's eyes were welling up. Never had Yamcha thought a man so strong was capable of crying. Goku rose off the bench and began walking towards his sons but before he reached them Gohan spat words in his face that he would never forget. "You're dead to me." It haunts Yamcha even now. That was the last anybody saw of him, he just took off.

"YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!" Yamcha woke with a start. His heart was beating like a wild stallion. He tried to catch his breath he turned to look at his alarm clock. 5:30 AM. Every night, the same old dream.

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