A/N:Made a few more changes in this chappie too i think it makes sense with the old ones. I'll be editing those too eventually. :).

Chapter 2

Waking up with those memories still fresh in his mind had become a regular occurrence for Yamcha. Lifting himself of the bed he began walking over to the window and stared out into the black abyss that lay before him. Yamcha completely understand why Goku had acted the way he had but what he couldn't understand was the complete disappearance since. Why hadn't he come back, at least to take the blame from Yamcha's shoulders. Gohan was blinded by ignorance and seemed to believe that Yamcha was to blame for his father going missing. 'Nothing to do with his cruel words.' Yamcha thought.

It must have been at least ten minutes untill anything other than Goku entered his mind. The next thing was something about a previous engagement. He had no idea what it was he was supposed to be doing but he was sure it was important. He decided to rummage through his notice board to see if there were any clues. There were, kind of. He found a scrap of paper he'd obviously written while doing something else. It read;-

"Bulma 113030" This sadly made no sense what so ever to Yamcha except that he was probably supposed to be over Bulma's at some point today. He glanced over to the clock, 10:20. 'Seems like a good time to head over.'

Down the stairs and into the car. He shot down the road through town and up to the capsule corps building. He'd made the journey in only a few minutes and shortly found himself walking up the path to the residents doors. Bulma had some problem with her friends using the business entrance which was a pain in the arse for Yamcha cause it was right next to the car park. He was just about to knock when he noticed the banner on the door. 'Happy 30th Birthday'. It was Bulma's birthday! Suddenly the meaning of the note came flooding into his mind. It wasn't '113030' It was '11:30 30th' how could he forget her birthday for the second year running! There was no way she was going to hold this over him. He locked eyes with his watched an noted the time; 10:40. Great he still had plenty of time to pop into town and grab a small gift or something. Just as he was turning he Chi Chi came parading down the hall to open the door for him, she'd clearly been curtain twitching ready for the first guests. He couldn't be arsed to explain to her what he was doing so he just legged it back to his car and fled down the road.

He'd chosen some classy smelly candle type shop, as he called it. The que inside was only 4 people long but the daft cow at the register was taking her time. He'd picked up the first decent looking item he had seen as we came trough the door. It was some large pink candle with a silly ribbon around it. The tag attached said something about being relaxed so Yamcha figured he'd tell her it was to calm her down after work. 'Sweet and sensitive. She'll totally fall for him again.'

Standing in que just in front was a dark haired muscular figure. Ever since that incident at the park with Goku Yamcha had thought long and hard over whether he was actually into guys or not, he was still undecided. He was more than happy to continue his life the way it was previously, single and alone but there was something about this man in front that meant he couldn't control himself. Everything began to go hazy until there were no longer any straight edges in the room, just blurred outlines of what Yamcha could only guess used to be candles. After the vision went his hearing did too, it was like everyone was drifting away from him. Words becoming sounds and then the sound just turned into faint fuzzy noises. They weren't important though because what had Yamcha so inebriated was the smell. That aroma was all he could concentrate on. The smell was thick and spicy a like cinnamon it made his whole body warm and soon he was drunk with pleasure. The overwhelming sensation filled his body; he had to get more of this powerfully scent so he lent in closer to the muscular frame and inhaled deeply sucking in all the tainted air he could. He hadn't ever realised he'd attracted the unwelcome attention of the other man. It wasn't until a cold digit had found it's way under his chin that he awoke from his daze to see two big chestnut orbs staring back at him. These weren't just any old eyes though; these eyes were filled with pain and angst. They also belonged to a certain enemy of his, Vegeta.

How was he supposed to know Vegeta goes to aroma therapy shops? He stepped back slowly away from the icy finger hoping that when he broke the contact the scenario would fade away into his memory. It must've been one of those days for Yamcha because the scene playing out in front of him was still as bold as ever, if not more prominent. Opening his mouth he drank in as much clean air as his lungs would hold. This sobered him up enough to feel totally mortified. Thankfully Vegeta didn't make it any more embarrassing than it needed to be. He just stared at him wholly, eyes wide taking him all in. Yamcha found himself fumbling for words that could explain nothing good enough came to mind so he decided to plead ignorance.

'I'll just act like i didn't do anything.' Yep, Yamcha was not the most cunning of the lot but what else could he really do? He smiled at Vegeta for a moment before realising the whole 'act natural' idea he had wasn't going to work unless he acted natural! He quickly furrowed his brows and spoke whilst barely moving his lips.

"Vegeta?" It was almost full proof apart from the shaky voice and beads of sweat falling from his forehead. He silently congratulated himself on the performance, pleading Vegeta was convinced as he was. The other man stepped forward closing the space and raised an arm to Yamcha's chest placing a flat hand against his shirt forming a bridge between them. Pressing it firmly against him he proceeded to advance until he could feel the breath of the human on his nose. The height difference wasn't too dramatic but Yamcha was definitely taller than Vegeta, his head reaching just below the others. Yamcha wasn't looking at Vegeta's face but he could still feel the cruel smile boring into his face creating a huge hole of self doubt and pain. Yamcha felt trapped his legs were bolted to the floor preventing him from running and we both know he can't take Vegeta on head to head. Panic was raging through his veins burning his flesh. Vegeta's raised arm screwed into a fist grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him closer. Yamcha's feet were dragging along the floor towards his enemy.

"Look 'Geta i don't want to cause any trouble I'm just here to buy Bulma a candle." Yamcha was pleading for his life. He was terrified of Vegeta these days. Before he was cocky, convinced he could take him but after seeing him and Goku spar in the recent years he's been knocked down a peg or too and with the lack of training there wasn't a hope in Hell for him surviving. Vegeta had lowered Yamcha's face to his so they were smile was softer than usual, less hate but still some resentment there was a change in the look in his eyes as well. They weren't sizing him up any more they looked hungry. This look would usually sooth someone in Yamcha's position but when a look like this comes form Vegeta it only confuses you more. Vegeta's breathing became heavy and as he brought his mouth to Yamcha's ear. The wisps of air tickled the taller mans ear enough to make him shiver.

"He told me you had it bad." He spoke softly if you didn't know him you might even think it was sincere. He then suddenly let go of his shirt dropping Yamcha to the ground before swiftly leaving the shop without purchasing anything. Yamcha was so shaken up by the incident he barely remembered to buy the candle himself.

On the drive back to capsule corp his mind was racing. 'What was Vegeta even doing in an aroma therapy shop? What was that smell all about? And what did he mean by 'He told me you had it bad'? Who had he been talking to? Had Gohan said something to him?' There were so many an answered questions. When he finally arrived at the Capsule Corp building he wasn't really in the mood for partying anymore. He parked the car and headed up to the door again, ringing the bell then waiting for an answer. There was nothing. He rang it again and waited a few moments again. Still nothing. 'Thats odd' he thought to himself. He decided to try the door, it was open, he headed inside down the corridor towards the kitchen. This lead him through the living room and past the main stair well. He didn't see anybody and couldn't hear movement anywhere either. Where could they be. Chi Chi was here earlier what could be going on? Pushing all the thoughts of an accident out of his mind he decided to head for one of the conference rooms in the business wing. Popping through the side door connecting the two buildings, he smiled politely at the receptionist and headed towards the first conference room. The sign on the door read C1, he couldn't hear any life from the other side of the door and as he lowered the handle he wondered why he hadn't just asked the receptionist what was going on.? Oh well it's too late now. He pulled the handle down fully and pushed the door open.

The room that followed was pitch black before a sudden burst of light stung his eyes. It was like an explosion. The previously silent room also became flooded with noise. There was large number of people pouring out from behind tables and chairs screaming something in audiable. There happy faces didn't take long to drop as they realised who was at the door. Chi Chi was one of those screaming figures and she was not happy about Yamcha's arrival.

"What the hell do you think you're playing at Yamcha? You were supposed to be here quater of an hour ago!" Man that high pitched voice of hers was more than any man could handle no wonder Goku had bailed while he was still young. No thats not fair, he immidietly regretted his previous thought.

"Well?" The harpy screeched. He was so 'out of it' after meeting 'Geta in the store he couldn't even focus on anything for a short while.

"Yeah sorry i had to sort out some business in town. Bulma not arrived yet then?"

"No apparantly she's running late at a meeting." She then smiled to her self before explaining.

"She thinks she comming her for a meeting about Capsule Corps emissions."

'Oh you're such a devious woman aren't you?' Yamcha's sarcastic thought must have been louder than he intended because Chi Chi's face dropped into an unimaginable scowl. She was staring straight over his chose to turn around also and saw Bulma standing in the door was with a silly grin on her face.

"SUPRISE!" the room burst with noise and motion between Bulma and the party goers. Yamcha made his way towards her hold the candle out infront of him whilst exchanging glances with the canlde and her. It was an expression which was meant to say 'look at mister amazing! i totaly remembered.' She was as impressed as he was. They hugged tightly. Since Vegeta had consumed himself with training and Yamcha was single they'd become alot closer over the years but Bulma made it clear she wanted nothing more than a friendship. He gave a her a small peck on the check and began moving away. He really just wanted to be on his own for a while and besides she had plently of guests there to keep her entertained. She probably wont even notice him going.

He found himself a nice spot on the couch stuffed into the corner of the room. He just sat there staring at the people in the room tihnking about the smell of Vegeta in the store ealierr. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before and the effect it had on him frightened him. The wandering mind of the warriortook a good 5 minutes to feel the peircing effect of the eyes beside him. It was Gohan. Yamcha silently debated whether he should get up and leave but he didn't want it to be too obvious that he was leaving for that reason so he stayed put. A lady whp worked for Bulma was handing out drinks she offered them to Yamcha. He raised a shakey hand to the glasses of some champange he turned to Gohan and just stared at him for a while before asking him he'd like a drink. Gohan didn't say anything he just nodded. It was clear he was still sulking about his dad. He took the glass greedily from Yamcha with a little too much force which caused the liquid inside the glass to spill over his jeans. Feeling a little stupid he got up and began to walk away from the other draging his pride behind him. Just before he slipped into the crowed he called out to him. Their eyes meet but there was nothing but hatred inside Gohans.

"Im sorry Gohan. I really am." He couldn't have been more sincere

"I couldn't possibly have known he would react that way and i don't think what you said to him helpped the matter either." Man Yamcha had waited along time to say that. Gohan didn't listern.

It was about 1:00pm when Yamcha had decided he'd done his good deed for the day and left. He hurried down to his car and just as he pushed the key into the lock he could feel it. There was someoneelse there. He spun round and tried to locate the stalker with no avail. There weren't any lights in the cap park all he could see was darkness. He shurgged the feeling of and continued to get into the car. He turned the headlights on and half expected to see a face infront of the car but thankfully there was nothing there.

He finally pulled up to his drive, parked the car and began heading towards the front door. He lived in a moudly apartment on the outskirts of the city. After being dropped from the local bassball team for drug abuse, yeah thats how he copped with all he'd seen since meeting Goku, there was no way he could afford the places he used to live in. He shoved the key inside the slott and turned slowly, hearing the timblers in the door always made him feel safer. He stepped in wiping this shoes before taking them off. He turned to close the door but noticed it had already been pushed closed. He checked the lock and yeah, it'd been locked too. 'Odd' he thought but took no further noticed. He put it down the the strange day he'd had. He sighed heavily at the thought of it while climbing the stairs. He reached his bed room, well his only room. It was a flat on the second floor with a bath room and kitchen which was also his livingroom and bed room. Not that it had sofa for living purposes. He laid back on his bed shifting his trousers down from his waist. As they feel down to his feet when he froze. There was someone here. Just like in the car park only this time Yamcha knew exactly who it was. 'What the hell could he want now?'