DD/N: Welcome back again! I decided on making the love-triangle more obvious today! Oops… gave it away a bit, but oh well. ^^ I won't hold you up any longer and just say: See ya at the end!!

Chapter IV: Triangle

Steps echoed from nowhere and Yamcha looked around, wondering where he was. Everything was white and it almost stung in his eyes from looking around. The steps came nearer, he saw the silhouette of a child running towards him and wondered who it could be. Slowly he recognized the spiky hair and tail. It was little Gokou. The small boy laughed and ran by, when he suddenly turned to him and grinned, his grin turning into a laugh. Gokou turned around and ran towards Yamcha. With a leap he threw himself at the taller and hugged him tightly, still laughing his childish laugh. Yamcha had to try hard not to laugh. The boy always could brighten up the day with his cheerful laugh. Gokou's voice changed, it became deeper and he stopped laughing. Yamcha found himself not anymore in the friendly, yet wild hug of a small child, but in the warm and soothing arms of a young man. He was sitting upright, unable to move his legs nicely, because Gokou was sitting on him, holding his head to his chest and softly stroking his hair.

White feathers drifted by and Yamcha looked up, trying to get a glimpse from where they came from. He would have gasped, but it would have most probably made Gokou jerk back in surprise and somehow Yamcha didn't want that to happen. Graceful and large white wings were folded around him, making him feel safer than he ever had in his entire life. He felt Gokou's hot breath on his shoulder and neck; suddenly he felt a lack of oxygen and tried to catch his breath. Gokou leaned back far enough to look straight into his eyes and Yamcha was surprised to see more than just pure black. It wasn't the color. It was the way Gokou mustered him. It was the exact same way Bulma looked at him when she was feeling… well… the need to be close. Wondering why Gokou would look at him like THAT, Yamcha didn't notice the black orbs disappearing until he felt something warm and soft on his lips.

Yamcha guessed that was the moment where he couldn't think anymore, his head was in a whirl and his body was set on auto-drive. Quivering, as if he was scared, he put his arms around the younger, pressing the delicate, but strong body to his. He felt Gokou's tongue licking his bottom lip, begging for entrance and he obliged. As if trying to thank him for doing so, the younger rubbed himself against him and Yamcha gasped into Gokou's mouth, feeling himself getting harder. Gokou broke the kiss: "Yamcha…"

From somewhere Yamcha felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head and then his ears were ringing.

"YAMCHA, YOU SLEEPING PERVERT! GET UP!!!!"

Yamcha blinked, adjusting his eyes to the light. Then something slammed into his face, disappeared and slammed into his face again, Krillin's voice coming from the same direction as the thing that was smashing up his face: "WAKE UP, MAN!! DID YOU DIE OR WHAT?!!"

The thing stopped trashing into his face and he heard another voice he knew too well. The gentle baritone let him forget the trashing he had gotten a second ago in no time: "Aw, common Krillin! Give him a break! Can't you see he's waking up?"

"He is?", suddenly he had Krillin's nose less face gawking at him: "Will ya look at that!! Gokou's right!"

Krillin disappeared and Gokou spoke again: "Get outta his face, Krill. That's the last thing he needs in the morning! Seeing your ugly face the second he wakes up!"

"You saw it too, you know.", Krillin grumbled.

"Yeah and I think you ruined my actually perfect day.", Gokou shot back, but still friendly.

WACK!

Yamcha sat up and saw what had hit him in the face was now after Gokou. It was none other than Krillin's pillow, whirled around by the nose less midget himself. Gokou laughed, shielding himself from Krillin's assault with his right arm and looking for his own pillow with the other, finally finding it and smacking it against Krillin's bald head, throwing the smaller fighter off the younger.

Tenshinhan stood, dressed, at the foot of Yamcha's bed and crossed his arms: "Those two… hey, Yamcha, I know it's nice watching those two bicker and all, but I think you need a cold shower.", he pointed at the bulge in the blanket.

He just knew he had forgotten something: "SHIT!!!", he jumped towards the shower, when suddenly a big bundle rolled into his way: "What the…"

Gokou looked up at him and grinned crookedly: "Sorry…"

Yamcha couldn't help but blush at the sight of the grinning teen. His shirt had worked its way up over his chest while he had been wrestling with Krillin and now gave away everything it had hidden a few moments ago. A small layer of sweat glistened, worked up from the pillow fight and Gokou's well-defined chest was rising and falling quickly. Yamcha noticed that for being only eighteen, Gokou's muscles were best developed due to life-long training. Strange was that instead of growing bulky like Tenshinhan, the teen stayed small and delicate.

There was a knock at the door and Bulma stuck her blue haired head into the room: "Geez, guys, you're waking up the whole hotel with the racket your making…"

"Sorry, Bulma-san…", Gokou mumbled, halfway between a grin and an apologizing look.

Bulma pulled up her brows, eying the scene skeptically. There was Yamcha with a very obvious bulge in his pants, then the breathless Krillin, who was grinning like an idiot with a pillow in his hand and straddling Gokou's stomach and there was Gokou himself, sweating lightly, shirt halfway up, also grinning helplessly.

The blue haired genius cocked a brow: "Gee, you look kinda exhausted. By the way this all looks like, it seems kinda private."

The three boys blinked, Gokou looked down at himself and blushed deep crimson: "KRILLIN!! GET THE HELL OFF ME!", the teen bucked with his hips, intending to flip his friend off, but it was useless. So he decided on grabbing Krillin's ankle with his tail and pulling the midget off, succeeding. With a swift move he was on his feet and wearing his shirt correctly, desperately trying to push Yamcha into the bathroom with one foot and hopping around on his other, trying to find balance.

Bulma cracked up at the sight of Gokou and had to grab the doorknob for support, so that she wouldn't have to roll around the floor laughing. Finally Gokou had pushed Yamcha into the bathroom and closed the door, now grabbing Krillin by his collar and lifting him onto his feet. With a final deep breath, he dusted himself off and looked at the laughing woman: "Well if you're done laughing, would you care to tell us what brought you here other than the noise we were making?"

Bulma regained composure and cleared her throat: "I just came to tell you that Lunch and I were finished, so we could go for breakfast when you're ready."

Naturally, the moment the word 'breakfast' fell, Gokou started beaming and was already on his way to the door: "RIGHT!! BREAKFAST!!!"

Muten Roshi, most probably fresh out of bed since the little towel still was his only accessory, eyed the teen: "You look like you slept in those clothes, sunny boy. You'd better change."

The young warrior rubbed the back of his neck and grinned: "Uh… right…"

Bulma had already expected her friend to turn around and find a new set of clothes, not minding that she was still there, but he stopped in mid-walk and turned around and stomped towards where she was standing: "Don't you have other things to attend than stay here and watch me strip?"

Before she could answer, Gokou was pushing her out of the door, mumbling something about being around Muten Roshi too much. She just wanted to turn around and tell him that she WASN'T around the old geezer if she didn't have to, but he noticed to late and ran straight into her, sending her off balance. Oh boy, this is going to hurt, Bulma thought, knowing that Gokou will most probably not be able to catch himself before he landed on her. But Gokou quickly caught on the situation and quickly grabbed the doorframe, catching his own fall. With his quick reflexes he automatically also caught Bulma, wrapping his arm around her small waist and pulling her towards him so that she could get back onto her feet.

Bulma shakily stood and laughed: "That was a close one!"

Gokou's reply wasn't quite the one she expected. Instead of laughing along, he stuttered something out nervously, sounding like: "You… wait… lobby… We… come… finished!", then she was out of the room, the door closed and she wondering what that was about. 

Krillin was holding his belly, trying hard to calm down, but he just kept on laughing at his young friend: "You look like a red traffic-light, Gokou!!"

"Oh shut up, Krillin.", Gokou grumbled and slouched onto his bed, waiting for Yamcha to come out of the bath. This was obviously not going to be his day.

Lunch (blue haired) looked at Bulma strangely as the genius ran around the room, looking for this and that. Oolong, who was stationed in the room because he was the easiest to trash if he did anything dirty (DD/N: You know… this is very embarrassing… I forgot him the whole time until MCcH told me that he was missing…), stuck his head out of the bathroom: "Oi, Bulma… are you doing morning exercises or why are you running around the whole room?"

"Because I need my stuff, so that I don't have to leave my place when the finals start, you idiot!! Ugh! I don't know why the hell I actually allowed you to stay with us… you're going to switch with somebody else for tonight!", Bulma threw her lipstick in his face, so it got caught in his big nostril.

He grunted: "The finals are only tomorrow!"

"So? Better get ready today!", Bulma stated angrily.

Pool flew out of the bathroom: "I think the boys are ready now.", actually, she was trying to stop the bickering, but it continued and she sighed. Silently she flew out of the room and knocked on the opposite room door.

Tenshinhan opened: "Oh, Pool. We're almost ready, Gokou's just…"

"We're ready.", Gokou grinned, coming into sight right next to the taller man.

Pool nodded: "Okay, I'll tell the others.", she flew back into the room: "They're ready!"

They all went down to the café and quickly ate their breakfast, since the boys had to report at the arena by eleven AM and it already was ten fifteen when they finished and went towards the arena. It wasn't far, so they reached it within fifteen minutes, having half an hour left to stroll around.

Krillin looked at Muten Roshi: "Say, Master, did you remember to bring us our uniforms?"

His former master looked at him bemusedly: "No and I did so on purpose, Krillin. You all finished your training under my directions and only students wear my uniform. You are free fighters and so you are free to wear whatever you want."

Krillin turned to Gokou and Yamcha and grinned: "I thought he wouldn't bring our uniforms, so I extra got one made for me!"

Yamcha looked at him in surprise and then also grinned: "Me too.", they turned to Gokou, who sweat dropped: "I also guessed he wouldn't bring uniforms, but I didn't think of buying one."

"You won't admit that you thought he would bring uniforms, will you?", Krillin asked, eying his friend.

Gokou smirked: "No."

Yamcha tried to look what Gokou was wearing under his long black coat incase it would rain, but he couldn't see anything: "So what are you wearing then?", he only noticed that Gokou's hands were gloved and that he was wearing white boots, but not more.

The teen kept on smirking: "You'll see."

"The semi-finals will be beginning shortly! All contestants of the tournament should report to the hall!"

"That's your call boys.", Muten Roshi noticed: "Good luck!"

Gokou gave him a knowing look: "Will you be competing too?"

"Why heavens no! Why should I do that? I'd rather watch you.", Muten Roshi smiled, taking notice that Gokou seemed to have caught on his little scheme.

Gokou, Krillin, Yamcha and Chao-zu went off, but Tenshinhan leaned downwards to the turtle hermit: "Are you really not competing?"

"No… it's time for me to make room for the younger generation.", the martial arts master answered, smiling. Tenshinhan smiled back and followed the others to the hall.

There the other contestants were already waiting for the old man who always gave his introduction speech. He came up and gazed over the crowd, looking at the finalists of the last tournament with a smile: "I'm glad to see you here at this tournament. This time only 72 contestants decided to compete, meaning less than the last time. Maybe this is because many professionals fought in the last tournament. That's why I trust that all contestants have great trust in their abilities, so give your best that this will become a wonderful tournament. I ask you to now line up and pull your numbers, so you know in which group you will fight. Thank you and good luck."

They pulled their numbers and looked at the large poster near the door. Gokou unfolded his number: "I've got number two."

Krillin searched for his group: "Sixteen… hey! We're all in different groups! Let's go Gokou. We're both at ring one!", he grabbed the hand of his friend and ran towards the small ring, where a fat announcer was explaining the rules: "… falls unconscious or gives up. Who ever kills his opponent, will be disqualified. I now bid the numbers one and two into the ring."

"That'll be me.", Gokou noticed and slid out of his coat, revealing a black gi with a crest on the left.

Krillin leaned to Gokou: "I thought it was something fancy… okay… maybe the crest with Saiyajin written in Kanji is a bit fancy, but…"

"Krillin, am I a model or a fighter?", Gokou wondered.

"Point taken. Now go and beat that guy to mush. Shoo!", Krillin made a gesture as if he was chasing away a fly and Gokou chuckled, while climbing into the ring.

He stood his ground, when he noticed who his opponent was: "Oh?"

King Tschapah (Appearances: Manga no. 10 & 14, Anime) grinned: "I'm happy to see you again. Now I can take revenge for the last time."

Gokou sweat dropped: "Uh, maybe…"

"You may begin!", the announcer called out and King Tschapah went into fighting position. He noticed that Gokou didn't move an inch, looking at him and waiting patiently for his attack. This frustrated the afro-haired man and he clenched his fists tighter.

Tenshinhan, Yamcha and Chao-zu came up next to Krillin, who turned to them: "Not up yet, huh?"

"Nope. What's Gokou up to?", Yamcha asked curiously.

Krillin turned to his still unmoving friend in the ring: "I guess he changed his fighting style from aggressive to passive."

King Tschapah finally grew impatient and ran towards Gokou, planning to land a kick in the crook of the teens neck, but the spiky-haired teen reacted quickly. The crowd gasped as they watched how Gokou leaned back so far that he could touch the ground with his hair if he leaned just a few inches further down. They had never seen anyone, especially a man, do such a backbreaking move and that within less than a second. Ignoring the crowd, Gokou shifted his weight and pushed his feet off the ground, keeping his legs stretched to kick King Tschapah. His left leg landed in his opponent's stomach and his right slammed into his face, sending King Tschapah sprawling backwards and out of the ring. Gokou completed his back flip, his eyes never leaving his opponent and landed gracefully back on the ground.

"Um, K.O. Number two will compete in the next round.", the announcer stated, not fully registrating what had happened.

Gokou leaped off the ring down to his friends, of which Krillin was the first to speak: "You could've broken your back with that move."

His spiky-haired friend chuckled and decided to say nothing. Just as easy as the fight had been for Gokou, the fights for the rest of the team went just as smooth and they all competed in the finals, just like they had in the past year.

YAY!!! New chapter! ^-^ And a lot of reviews to answer (I feel so awfully loved):

Ichigo: *can't hide that big grin that says: 'You'll betcha'* Thank you for reviewing, Ichigo-san! ^-^ I know not many like the pairing, but it IS a bit on the exotic side when it comes to Shonen-ai. There are just TOO many Gokou/Vegeta around to handle… I think the same about Bulma/Vegeta too… one day you just get sick of it and want to try something, well, new. And here I am! ^-^ The slavery thing was a muse called 'King of Bandits' (there are two versions: German is complete, English just started, it's the same story tho)… that thing is DARK (ok, kinda), so I got it a bit from there. Anywayz, Cc says thanks for visiting her site and hope to hear from ya next (rather this) chapter!!! ^-^

Lauryn: You really think his personality is NOT ridiculous? THANK YOU!!! That's the greatest compliment one can give to an author who isn't planning on making big OOC's. I thought I drove it too far with Gokou always fighting off with Roshi, but I NEVER write about something without logic behind it. The logic here: Gokou knows he is a Saiyajin. So what. That doesn't change much. Many kids become a bit different when they hit puberty, so I thought it would be logical for Gokou to do the same. Ja' till next time!

Kate: Sorry for the wait. ^^° I was waiting for the muse to kiss, I was stuck at Yamcha's dream sequence, because every time I wrote a sentence, I started dreaming how it could go on. That's a stupid habit, because I know how the story should continue, but don't have it on paper. Wish I could just suck my dream out and put it as a film onto the net, but I guess that won't work for a couple of decades ^^°.

Ok! On to more pointless rambling! (Sorry if you're getting angry at my constant talking… I'm a blabbermouth, I know…) Well, Kate gave the wish of a pure Gokou/Yamcha and I already had an idea for that, just wanted to know if you peeps approve with it! Don't want to write things you don't like, right? So, here we go:

Pairing: Duh, Gokou/Yamcha!

Estimated rating: PG to R… don't know for sure yet.

Plot: Pure A/U. Yamcha is a thief (uh… yeah, I know, you might be thinking: That's not A/U…), but has a good heart. Gokou is a wild fire spirit, who get's caught in a sandstorm and get's hit by a flying stone and drops unconscious. Yamcha finds him and helps him get well, from that moment on Gokou feels he has to repay Yamcha and helps him where he can. I won't tell ya more. ~_^

So… if you like it, tell me in your reviews!! Thanx! Oh and now a very interesting (or uninteresting, depends on your point of view) fact:

Japanese and Chinese don't see wind as an official element. There's the usual, fire, water and ground, but also plants and metal. Normally, Gokou is set with the element wind, but, since it doesn't exist in the Chinese/Japanese horoscope, he naturally is set with fire, because Saiyajins are wild and can have quite a temper if they want to (or don't want to). And don't dare argue with me about that, I've got a quarter-blood Chinese by my side!!!

Buh-huy,

Melli