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A/n: Ok. I'm half-asleep. Tee hee. I just found out that my friend, who is also a fanfic author posted a new fic. *L0serpunk, you know who you are* This chapter will have slight Yaoi. Warning: SLIGHT Yaoi.
Yamcha flew slowly contemplating things. What the hell am I? Am I really who I am? Why does Laokau hate Goku and them so much? Must research. He strayed off from the small group with Vegeta to the Capsule Corps. The rest were headed to Dende's Lookout.
"Hey, Mrs. Briefs!" Yamcha greeted as soon as he stepped in.
"Yamcha?!" She squealed and almost glomped her friend.
"Yeah. It's me." Yamcha chuckled. "You probably shouldn't do that. What with Vegeta around and all." He glanced back at a glaring Saiyan.
"Oh don't mind him. He's just a jackass." Mrs. Briefs whispered. "What happened to your hair and your eyes?"
"I have no clue. They just turned that way after I got bitten by this guy named Laokau. I was hopin' you could maybe do some research or experiments?"
Mrs. Briefs nodded. "Sure. i'll get papa."
"Now what is this supposed to do?" Yamcha asked as Dr. Briefs put what felt and looked like electrolysis pads on his bare chest.
"It's supposed to indicate your race, origin, and heartbeat." He smiled and hooked hte ends to the loud machine.
Vegeta was in the doorway with weary eyes. Yamcha caught his eye. Something about this human was definitely not normal.
The machine exploded stirring the Saiyan out of his thoughts.
"Holy shit! I'm so sorry, Doc! I'll pay for all the damages!" Yamcha said with wide eyes.
"It's ok, Yamcha." Dr. Briefs coughed and swiped away smoke.
"I didn't mean to." Yamcha scratched the back of his head. "Maybe I should ask Dende about this."
The old man nodded. "Vegeta. You go with him."
"No."
"I guess that gravity room won't be needing repairs soon."
"Fine. I will. Just because I want to find out as much as you do about this stupid human's problem."
"Thanks, Vegeta. You make my day just that much better." Yamcha snorted and held his fingers a millimeter apart.
"See? And Kakkarot says I can't do a humane act " Vegeta smirked.
Yamcha rolled his eyes as he walked out, grabbing his shirt on the way. Vegeta's eyes followed.
A gaze that led from the scars on Yamcha's upper back to his tapered waist....Wait. WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?! I DO NOT LIKE MEN! Vegeta casted his gaze to the man's feet. "Are we going or not?"
"Waitin' for you." Yamcha said and pulled on his shirt. He took off without Vegeta anyways.
As soon as he landed, Mr. Popo started backing away with wide eyes.
"No. It cannot be! You just stay away." The dark-skinned man wavered.
"Mr. Popo. It's me, Yamcha." Yamcha said gently.
Mr. Popo fell back and pointed a finger at the Baseball player. "You're supposed to be extinct!! Get away!!" He ran into the building on the Lookout.
"What?" Yamcha gasped. "But-" He stammered, trying to speak, but failed.
"Whoa." Goku said.
Even Vegeta had to arch an eyebrow at the sudden outburst. Krillin was gaping, but Piccolo showed no emotion. At all.
"I'm here though. This is perplexing" Yamcha rubbed his temples. He kept on rubbing his temples until he found Nail's old library.
The five saiyans, two humans, and the Namek peeked into the Library to see Yamcha hunched over a book.
He was surrounded by thick heavy texts.
Aww. How cute. Wait. There is nothing cute about the weakling human! NOTHING, DAMMIT! NOTHING! Plus, he doesn't look cute. He looks like a handsome bookworm. Wait. Shut the hell up, sub-conscious! Vegeta shook his head slightly.
"Daddy? Anything wrong?" Trunks asked with wide blue eyes.
"Nothing, boy." Vegeta said coldly.
Trunks only glared then continued to watch Yamcha.
"AH-HA!"
Yamcha's cry made the group jump.
"Let's see." Yamcha started muttering to himself. He scribbled down on a piece of paper.
"What a nerd." Vegeta snorted.
"Hey. Yamcha. Find anythin' intersting'? " goku asked with a grin and hovered over the older man.
Yamcha nodded with a huge grin. He rustled through the piles of books and found a backpack. He took all the books and stuffed it in the leather pack.
"I know what Popo meant by extinct." Yamcha said. "The Saiyan and Maxian race were rivals. When the Saiyan race went to battle the Maxians , they found themselves at a stalemate. Soon, prisoners of war were getting Saiyan diseases and the diseases spread into an epidemic that the Maxian Race couldn't fight against, since they weren't immune to it." Yamcha took a deep breath after his mini lecture.
"Wow." Gohan said. "But how come we didn't find out about your ...... discovery 'til now?"
"It says here that when a Maxian becomes broken off from it's race for too long, it becomes deactivated. Once bitten by another Maxian, they will be activated again." Yamcha finished with the snap of the book. He coughed at the rising dust.
"But. How'd you get here?" Goten asked.
"I have no idea. Maybe I was sent off the planet or something like that. Either that or maybe I was born here on Earth. The possibilities are mind-boggling." Yamcha informed.
"Someone's been doin' research........dork." Vegeta snorted and crossed his arms.
"Did I hear a voice? Maybe it's the voice of someone .... I DON'T CARE!" Yamcha said with a glare.
Krillin snickered, but stopped when Vegeta glared.
"I gotta go. Find out more about this junk. And find Laokau." Yamcha murmured.
"He almost kicked your ass last time. Now if he wanted a real challenge, he would've challenged me." Vegeta smirked.
"Yeah." Trunks put a stiff upper lip.
Yamcha smiled at Trunks. Always stickin' up for his dad. Then glared at Vegeta. Ass. "See ya." He said and flew off the Lookout.
"Rivals? Odd. Me and Yamcha have been buddies since forever!" Goku scratched the back of his head.
Vegeta grinned. "A rival race....this is gonna get interesting."
Yamcha flew at top speed to his isolated mansion. To find it in ruins.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" He yelled and landed where his living room should've been.
He set the pack down and began sifting through his destroyed valuables.
He felt a familiar Ki. Laokau. Sure enough, when he turned around there was the other Maxian.
"You did this?" Yamcha glared.
"Maxians learn to live without luxury." Laokau smirked and flew off.
What is up with him? Yamcha casted his gaze down at the pack. Now where am I going to stay?
He sighed as he landed outside the Capsule Corps. This is so embarassing!
Mrs. Briefs noticed the blush across his face as he walked in. "What's wrong?"
"Laokau destroyed my house." Yamcha ran a hand through his short locks.
"Here." She said and tossed him a capsule. "A house."
"Thank you, Mrs.!" Yamcha smiled his usual smile. Oh. Gotta stop doing that. He thought when he noticed Bulma's mom blushing.
"Stop smiling so perfect, dammit!" The mother laughed. Whilst Vegeta glared as always.
Yamcha chuckled at the glaring Saiyan.
How'd he get powerful all of a sudden?! His power almost surpasses Goten and Trunks! Vegeta thought and snarled at the now-blue-haired man. His orange eyes hardened at Vegeta. Almost challenging him to say something witty.
Vegeta snorted and walked out of the room.
Mrs. Briefs sat across from Yamcha as they ate their dinner in silence. Vegeta and Trunks were shoveling food into their bottomless pit stomachs.
She read her horoscopes with great interest.
A bead of sweat fell from Yamcha's brow. What's happening? "Mrs. Briefs. What's today's date?" His voice was strained.
"March 1st. ooh! And today the horoscopes say. 'Today is the day, mysterious stars will shine and a planet will have it's effect on certain people!' How interesting." The older woman smiled and read more.
Yamcha felt like he was fighting back something. But what was it? His grip tightened on the edge of the table. He could feel the wood splinter under his fingers, then a chunk broke off. "I'm sorry, I must go." Yamcha bolted for the door. His feet left the ground.
What's going on? Is it the power? What am I trying to hold back? Yamcha shook his head and felt another ki close in behind him. "Leave me alone!" He yelled out into the wind.
"The Onna insists that I found out what the hell is wrong with you because she blames herself!" Vegeta caught up with the man.
Yamcha halted as did Vegeta. "You couldn't understand."
"I'm an alien as well. So you might as well tell me before I have to use extreme measures." Vegeta punched his palm.
"No. Because it's none of your business." Yamcha's eyes wandered. He's actually wearing normal clothes. And Vegeta was.
He was wearing his 'BAD MAN' pink shirt (A/n: MWahahahahahaha! *gasp for air* Aahahhhahahaha!) and his yellow pants.(A/n: *Goes hysterical*)
Broad shoulders.....instinct. That's it instincts! When Bulma said that Saiyans go into heat when the full moon was out....Boy, do I wish the full moon was out, now. but damn that Piccolo for blowing it up! WAIT! HOLD UP! Yamcha, you do not like men. You're pleasantly attracted to women....... Yamcha shook his head and glared at the Saiyan.
"Damn you, Vegeta" Yamcha growled.
"What-" Vegeta was muffled by Yamcha. And his lips.
Yamcha broke away abruptly. "Oh shit! I'm sorry. Bye." He sped off so fast he could feel himself almost burn up.
Vegeta watched as the Maxian flew at a speed that would break any Mach records. Huh. What posessed him to do such a thing?
'Today is the day, mysterious stars will shine and a planet will have it's effect on certain people!'
Mrs. Briefs words rang in his head. Hmm.....this might be interesting. Yamcha in heat. This is too good. Vegeta smirked at flew back to the Capsule Corps.
Yamcha pushed himself to his limits that night in one of the Gravity Rooms.
Why did I do that? That was not ...... good. Now Vegeta's gonna tell Bulma's mom and she will act weird around me and such. Gawd! Stupid Alien Mating Cycles! If I was human this would have never happened!
If you were human, you wouldn't feel so weak and helpless. If you were human, you actually can't lend a helping hand to defeating an enemy.
Yamcha paused at this for a moment.
A knock at the door stirred him from his thoughts.
"Who is it?"
"It's Vegeta, you weakling."
"No." Yamcha snarled and continued training.
"So help me Kami. If you don't open this door, I'll blast this Room to Kingdom come!" Vegeta was now banging on the door.
Yamcha rolled his eyes and opened the door. He leaned on the doorway casually. "What do you want, O might prince of saiyans." He put on his sarcasm voice.
"You know." Vegeta had a gleam in his eye.
Yamcha's face drained of all color.
Vegeta smirked and walked away. He he.
Damn you, Vegeta. Damn you and your perfect.....everything! DAMMIT! Wait, why not go after Mrs. Briefs? She's a woman. But no, Vegeta will blast me to bits. That's his freakin' mother-in-law! I gotta find out more about this. Yamcha flew off to Dende's Lookout.
"No. That's not it." Yamcha muttered and threw the book behind him in the ever-growing pile of texts.
"Here." Yamcha scanned the page. Maxians experience a heat-like phase on the day their planet is most powerful. March 1st in human terms. The males and females search out the highest power level in the surrounding area and take them as their mate. Only the best for the Maxian Race!
Yamcha's face dropped. Nooooooooooo! And I have to go back there too! He took the book and flew to his house next to the Capsule Corps.
Yamcha ate his breakfast in silence. The whoel Briefs' family was there, including Vegeta and Trunks.
He avoided Vegeta's gaze by looking directly at his plate.
"Vegeta said that you did something to him yesterday." Dr. Briefs spoke up.
Yamcha's head shot up with a shocked look.
"And thank you!" The doctor smiled.
Yamcha's face drained once again. "Excuse me?" He squeaked.
"Thank you for teaching Vegeta how to wash dishes!" Mrs. Briefs beamed.
"Oh!" Yamcha's color began to return. "Oh yeah." He muttered and continued to eat his food.
Vegeta smirked at him when he caught his glance.
You suck so much, Vegeta. Yamcha smirked to himself. Wait. EEEEEEW! Damn double-meaning phrase! He smirked again and stood up. His hand ran through his blue hair. "I'm gonna go and train." He smiled his usual smile at Vegeta. Is that blush?! Ha ha!
Yamcha smirked to himself and folded his hands behind his head, whistling a cheerful tune on his way to the Gravity Room.
The fact that he actually made Vegeta blush was exhilirating. He he! I'm so smooth. Just put out some more smiles and before I know it....wait. What is he rejects me? He does have a son and a late wife........and his wife was my ex-girlfriend.....all the more to get him...wait. You couldn't do that to Bulma. Just avoid Vegeta. Just avoid him til' this thing blows over......Ew! Damn double-meaning phrase!
"That's it" he muttered to himself as he trained.
Another knock at the door.
He opened it, already knowing who it was.
"Yes, Vegeta?" Yamcha smiled his charming smile.
Vegeta glared, but one can still the see the light pink on his cheeks. "What the hell did you do that for?!" He stepped in and closed the door behind him. "I'll have to hurt you for that."
Yamcha smiled grew more charming. "Take your best shot." He held his arms out.
Vegeta growled and punched him.
Yamcha flew back. "You were holding back, Vegeta." He said as he staggered back up.
"So?" Vegeta crossed his arms.
"Why?"
"If I killed you, I'd have to deal with the Onna and the nerd." Vegeta snorted.
Yamcha smirked and strode over. Really close. "Does this make you uncomfortable?"
Vegeta gulped. "No."
Yamcha leaned his face in closer. Tilting his head to the side in a suggestive manner. "How 'bout this?"
Vegeta gulped again. "Yes." He expected a kiss, but was shocked when Yamcha pulled back with a grin.
OH YEAH! OH YEAH! Who's da man?! I am!Yamcha smiled and walked to the door.
"You did that on purpose!" Vegeta growled.
"So?" Yamcha smiled and walked out the door.