After observing Vegeta's and Yamcha's little quarrel Goku decided to join them at the table. They all sat around the circular table as Goku stuffed his face, Yamcha and Vegeta sat silently just watching in pure horror. Goku was the only person they knew who could eat to so abhorrently.
Time seemed to tick away so slowly for Vegeta; he just kept replaying the scene over and over again in his head. 'How could I let him get to me? Why does it bother me so much?'
Lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed Goku leave the table and head for the lounge. Yamcha had stayed at the table just staring at him, not blinking nor moving in any form. He too was lost in thought but his was slightly different to Vegeta's. He was thinking about their sun-set loving. Breaking his train of thought Vegeta lifted his head to realize Yamcha was staring at him, right into his eyes. It was an absent stare which seemed to go right through him, past the walls previously placed there by hate and into the dark memories of his past leaving Vegeta feeling insecure and no longer safe. He wanted to break the stare and stop him from invading his privacy.
"I'll pay for the car" he interjected. Yamcha jumped from his seat, leaping from his skin for a second, before falling back into place on the floor. On the fall down he'd hit his head on the edge of the table. Whining like a baby Vegeta chuckled and began to understand that he wouldn't be able to figure out Yamcha no matter how much he tried.
"Ow, Ow, Ow." Yamcha continued to massage his forehead while talking.
"There's no need. I mean it's not like you have any money any way so I suppose I'll just have to get over it. Just because I love it more than life doesn't mean that I miss it." Hoping he had covered up the incredible void Vegeta had caused in his life by helping to destroy his car, he rose from the floor to sit back into his seat at the other end of the table.
"Fine" he replied, feeling strangely hurt by what Yamcha had said he began to rise from his seat and head for the door before a hand snagged his arm leaving him tingling all over. Turning around to find the reason for this he saw Yamcha holding up two tickets, they looked like tickets to a baseball game but Vegeta being from another planet and being very anti-social, couldn't have been 100 sure.
"I wanted to know if you and Goku would come to my game" Yamcha said throwing him a cheesy smile and tilted his head slightly, fluttering his eyelashes.
"I'm busy."
"PLEASE!"
"Look, I said I'm busy, get Kakarot to take some one else." Upon hearing his name Goku shot from the couch into the kitchen to see why they were talking about him.
"TELL HIM TO COME TO MY GAME!" Yamcha begged Goku like some small child pleading to his mother.
"Yeah come on 'Geta you never do anything fun. It won't hurt." Vegeta pulled his arm free from Yamcha and stormed out the room.
"He'll be there." Goku cheered raising a thumb to Yamcha. Appreciating his help Yamcha smiled joyfully and trotted out the room to get ready.
While Yamcha was upstairs taking ages to get set for his game the phone rang and Goku answered.
"Hello?"
"Goku, is that you?" Bulma was shocked to hear Goku's voice for a number of reasons.
"Umm..." Stuck for words and excuses Goku cringed, inhaled deeply and replied;
"Yeah it's me Bulma."
"OH MY! I'M SO GLAD TO HEAR YOU'RE ALL RIGHT. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHY DID YOU GO? HAVE YOU SPOKEN TO CHICHI?" The questions just didn't stop coming, and Goku blanked most of them up until Bulma asked a very important question.
"And…why are you at Yamcha's?!?!" Goku couldn't see Bulma literally but knew that her face must have been very confused at that point.
"Well…" Goku had no choice really, Bulma was his first and closest friend, he couldn't lie to her. So he told her everything. By the time this very long explanation had finished, Yamcha had completed his extra long preparations, with a little help from Vegeta, they were ready to go. But what they didn't know was that they weren't going to be the only Z fighters at the game.
Since Yamcha's car was destroyed and he refused to fly there, they had to get the bus. This wasn't any normal bus either, it was a smaller, smellier, dirtier version of a standard bus and this bus was unbelievably cramped. This for one meant that Vegeta had to be elbow to elbow with some of the planets most repulsive people. Bump after bump, Vegeta grew more and more irritated until he was ready to snap. He opened his mouth, took an extremely deep breath inwards, then as he was ready to let it all out the bus stopped, the doors opened and they were there. Thankfully the person sitting next to him didn't follow them out of the bus so Vegeta didn't get to have his 'squabble' with the poor unsuspecting civilian.
The walls were high, the crowd was noisy and the doors were locked. They were late and they'd started the game without Yamcha. Sat against the walls outside, Yamcha sighed, clearly showing his disappointment. Goku just mused over a butterfly and Vegeta merely sat in utter silence.
"Maybe we should just head home I mean it's not like we're doing anything here" Yamcha said quietly. No reply. He nudged Vegeta on the shoulder hoping to get his attention, he did, but he was still miffed about the bus journey and when he turned to acknowledge Yamcha he gave him the most hate filled stare possible and then returned to gaze into nothingness.
"I'm sorry about the bus thing; maybe I can make it up to you?" Yamcha suggested. This caught Vegeta's attention and he adjusted his body so he faced Yamcha with a sly smirk slapped across his face. Yamcha quickly realized his mistake and was swift to correct himself.
"I-I mean, maybe I could cook you some dinner." Too late Vegeta knew what he wanted and he was gonna get it. He pushed the other down to the floor, and then straddled Yamcha's hips licking his lips hungrily.
"Or breakfast!" Yamcha was pleading with him now but still nothing. 'Geta leaned over the other, levelling there eyes so he could reach Yamcha's mouth better. He leaned in and kissed his lips tenderly, sucking and gently nipping at the skin before forcing his mouth open so he could snake his tongue into his moist mouth. Yamcha tried to object but was too slow and Vegeta was already having his way with his tongue. Making swirling movements around his tongue and fighting Yamcha's for dominance. Yamcha tried to take control of the kiss, attempting to force 'Geta's tongue back into his own mouth but it was a useless battle to which he lost. Vegeta's tongue was far too strong and as they continued their sloppy kiss, where teeth clanked and drool poured down their chins, Vegeta ran his hands up Yamcha's torso slowly, moving his digits over every crevasse and every curve. Slowly working their way up to Yamcha's hardened nipples, tweaking them slightly causing him to break the kiss and moan. Goku's muscular ears heard this moan and then realized what was going on behind him and decided to get in on the fun.
He held Yamcha's protesting hands above his head while Vegeta unbuttoned Yamcha's shirt to reveal a firm, sculptured chest. He kissed and tasted Yamcha's collarbone until he met the base of his neck which he started leaving a trail of kisses up. Meanwhile, Vegeta was suckling on a nipple, running his hot tongue over and sensuously twirling it around. Yamcha was writhing and bucking beneath them both giving their ears sweet little moans of gratitude.
Meanwhile, the doors opened and the crowd dispersed from the stadium. A group of familiar people made their way over to the large 8 seated car which Yamcha, Goku and Vegeta were currently fondling near.
"I can't believe he'd invite us to his game and then not even show up" Krillen stated.
"I know, and he didn't tell us Goku was back and okay" Tien moaned.
Bulma unlocked the car with a remote key and as they closed the last few meters between them and the car, they heard some strange noises from the other side. They all went around the car to investigate and wished that they hadn't. On the other side of the car they found Vegeta sitting on Yamcha's hips sucking on one of his nipples and Goku holding his hands kissing his neck. They all stayed quiet out of shock for a while until Bulma stopped the show.
"Ehem" she cleared her throat dramatically. Goku jumped up and Vegeta attempted to turn around but couldn't. They both stared at their friends for a while then stared back at Yamcha who was lying on the floor with his eyes closed panting heavily.
"Erm, do you guys want a lift?" Bulma asked trying to break the ice, she wasn't really shocked, she had expected something similar after what Goku had told her on the phone. Every one else, on the other hand, was convinced they were dreaming. They loaded the car and then they were off. Their silent journey began and all that they could hear was Bulma's humming to the tunes that came onto the radio. She was the only person who was at ease in the car, I mean, she knew about everything and she was used to strange things like this by now.
"So…erm…where have you been Goku?" Krillen asked, not sure he was really that interested. He really wanted to ask what the hell he was doing to Yamcha but felt it might be a bit forward considering the fact he hadn't seen or spoken to him for months now. Goku sighed heavily, he knew it was going to happen but really hadn't planned on it happening any time soon.
"Maybe you'd like to stay for dinner, Goku?" Bulma interrupted, knowing that he didn't really want to explain to everyone that he was an incredibly horny, queer Saiyajin who couldn't control himself around Yamcha. Plus, for the past year or so had been keeping himself satisfied by having Vegeta ram…Well, anyway…
"Sure that'd be great" Goku was relieved, to say the least.
They pulled up at Capsule corps' front door. Every one but Goku stepped out of the car, he really didn't want to be here. He had spent so much time alone that being surrounded by friends just seemed like an impossible task now.
"Aren't you coming?" Yamcha asked. Not wanting to disappoint Bulma he got out of the car and walked around to the other side to meet her. They both walked up to the doors and as they opened the door slightly the smell of beef flavored ramen wafted past their noses enhancing their senses and causing them to suddenly become extremely hungry, seeing as they hadn't eaten since breakfast. They raced in doors to meet the delectable smell in the kitchen. Several bowls were placed out around a large circular table. Goku's ravenous eyes met with a bowl while he met with a chair which lead to another meal ruined by his appetite. No one else was hungry any more.
"Errmm, sorry there wasn't much guys I wasn't expecting every one to be staying for dinner" Bulma apologized but no one seemed to be paying any attention to her they all had their eyes on Goku.
"It doesn't matter how long you've known him you still don't get used to his eating habits" Krillen stated and everyone agreed.
"Erm Bulma, do you have any curry ramen? Oh and some jam so I can put it on top of that?" Yamcha asked a horrified Bulma.
"You really want to eat that?"
"So that's why you've been packing on the pounds" Krillen joked while Yamcha examined his ballooned stomach.
"Well I...Errrm" Yamcha was speechless, he knew he wasn't as toned as before but was it really that noticeable? Then suddenly Yamcha wasn't feeling all that well, he placed his hand over his mouth in hope to hold the vomit in until he reached the bathroom. Bulma followed him and insisted she gave him a full check up. That woman would do anything to prod a man with a needle; she'd been injection crazy ever since she gave Trunks a tetanus jab. She claims it filled the void she'd had ever since she was young. Crazy that women was, absolutely barking mad but still a genius.
Eventually she talked Yamcha round and got him into the infirmary. He lay on the table as everyone watched though a window. Bulma massaged Yamcha's stomach gently with her rubber glove. She frowned as she concentrated on a particular area which worried Yamcha further.
"It…no! It can't be!" She gasped and pulled her hand away from Yamcha stepping back in astonishment.
"W-what's wrong?" he asked not really wanting to know the answer.
"No no. I must have made a mistake. I'll go get the ultra-sound equipment, that'll straighten things out." Bulma hurried out of the room pushing and shoving everybody out of her way as she marched down the hall. Now Yamcha really was worried, she hadn't pulled a face like this when she found out Goku was an alien Kami knows what had got her so worked up.
Yamcha wasn't given much time to come up with a reason because not long after she left the room, she came back with a small trolley with a white machine on. She rushed over to the bed and plugged the machine into the socket. She pulled out what to Yamcha looked like a phone, mainly because of the springy wire. She rubbed some jelly, which incidentally was freezing cold, on his stomach and ran the 'phone thingy' over his stomach slowly, pushing in hard. Looking at the monitor which was attached to the machine, she watched the blobs there intensely. Her frown soon turned into a concentrated stare which then morphed into what Yamcha had feared; a look of terror followed by a gasp.
"What's wrong with me?" Yamcha nervously asked in vain. Bulma was over by the door instructing Goku and Vegeta to come inside.
They walked over to the bed where Yamcha lay and Bulma began her long explanation.
"I can't tell you how it happened, well I can but you know what I mean…"
"I can't say we do Bulma" Goku stated as she realized she never did tell them the news.
"Oh right, yeah, well…" The tension in the room increased and everyone leaned over hanging onto every word Bulma said.
"You see, Yamcha's…" Bulma took in a deep breath and Yamcha mentally cursed the slowness of her speech.
"Pregnant." You could almost hear the sudden sigh of relief that she had finally said what she set out to tell them, right before the realization of the situation. And in chorus Goku, Yamcha and Vegeta shouted;
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me."
"Is this even possible?" Goku asked, he was unwise to the subject but was always sure 'guys could not have babies'.
"Pregnant! You're telling me I'M PREGNANT! I can't have kids I'm barely old enough to drive."
Vegeta snickered at the remark; he knew very well that Yamcha was almost as old himself.
"This is all your fault" Yamcha screamed pointing an accusing finger at Vegeta.
"You knew this would happen all along didn't you?!"
"I didn't know you could bare children. I thought you were a man but it seems I was mistaken" He sneered in reply. This only enraged Yamcha further.
"I'm not the one who likes to screw guys in the ass now am I?"
"You didn't seem to mind when you raped Kakarot."
"YOU TOLD ME HE WAS GOING TO DIE!"
"Guys, guys lets just calm down" Goku said trying to fix things but it didn't seem to be helping.
"And you," Yamcha pointed at Goku "you're as bad as him this is as much fault as his it could even be your child!" It was then that Goku realized, he didn't know whose child this was. They all turned to Bulma wanting to know the same thing.
"I'll run some test and have them back to you tomorrow morning." She sighed, 'another night with no sleep' she thought.
She walked over to the door but as she turned the knob and opened it the gang fell through and landed on a heap on the floor, it seems they now knew everything.
