Chapter Four: Trapped in Time

Everything was set. The kitchen had been blocked off, the table had been set, the food was done, and the video recorder was carefully hidden in the corner. I am a GENIUS!!! Monica thought to herself. Giving a quick once over, Monica places the carefully made 3 course meal on the table. Heehee. They'll start with chicken noodle soup, then a little beef cury, and finally DESSERT!!! Its perfect!! (MWAHAHA). Stepping out of the room, Monica closes the door. Hiding behind a big plant, Monica waits. Four o'clock rolls around, and she sees Vegeta and Yamcha walking down the hall way.

"So she invited you too?" she hears Yamcha. Swooning at his voice, Monica peeps around the big vase. Giggling she sees Vegeta nod. They weren't dressed up, but hey who cares. They wont need clothes where they're going...(teehee), Monica thought. Both men enter the kitchen together, and Monica quickly locks the door behind them.

"What the...?" she hears Vegeta shout.

Running to her room, Monica flips on her TV. They get to fall in love, and I get to watch. HAAHAAAHAA (maniacal laughter is heard). Rubbing her hands together, she sees Yamcha trying to wrench the door open. His short black bangs have fallen into his eyes, and Monica can see Vegeta staring at his ass. Grinning, Monica's eyes glue to the TV. Turning around, Yamcha's mouth gaps open.

"Are you staring at my ass?" he giggles, blushing a pale pink. Shaking his head, Vegeta scowls. Yamcha shrugs, and turns to the table.

"I think Monica is trying to play match maker. How about you Vegeta?" Yamcha turns from the door, and sits down at the table. Looking up at Vegeta, Yamcha points to the chair across from him.

"Might as well play along."

Vegeta stares at the chair for a second, and then sits down. Looking up at Yamcha, he smiles. Soon the two men are through dinne and on the dessert, braking into the freshly baked apple pie, Yamcha groans. "It's sooo good!" he exclaims through a mouth full of pie. Again he looks over, and Vegeta is looking at him. Smiling he wipes his mouth, and stands up. Walking over to Vegeta, he kneels in front of him. Slowly he takes Vegeta's hand, and rubs it against his cheek. Vegeta lets out a small moan, and all thoughts of food are gone. Standing up again, Yamcha pulls Vegeta's seat out, and sits down on his lap. Vegeta runs his hands up Yamcha's back, and this produces a little wiggle or two. Smiling both men meet in a passionate kiss. Tongues dart to and fro, and lips crashing against each other. Groaning, Vegeta stands up, Yamcha still straddling him. One giant arm sweeps over the table top, knocking all the food off. Throwing him on the table, Vegeta begins to strip off his sparing outfit.

Monica gasps, and covers her eyes. Here were two of the hottest guys she knew, and they were both running their hands over each others sweaty bodies. Grinning, Monica's fingers split, un covering one of her eyes. Vegeta was completely nude, and was now trying to rip of Yamcha's outfit. Laughing Yamcha pushes his hands away, and peels the clothing off. Sighing, Vegeta begins to kiss Yamcha again. Trailing the kisses down his neck, Vegeta runs a finger down Yamcha's abdomen. Groaning Yamcha begins to pant wildly, and begs Vegeta to stop.

"Why would you ever want me to stop?" Vegeta smirks widely. Yamcha's glazed eyes focus on Vegeta. Grinning Vegeta jumps on the table, taking Yamcha's dick into his mouth. Yamcha begins to thrash under Vegeta's skill full tongue, and soon enough he explodes in a burst of wild colors. Grinning he looks down at Vegeta, only to find he's spreading something on his own dick. Vegeta looks up with a devilish grin, and presses himself against Yamcha. Vegeta flips himself onto his back, he is now being straddled himself. Bitting his lower lip Vegeta enter Yamcha hard and fast. Pounding into him, Yamcha gasps, as he is brought to a climax over and over agin. As they stop to take a breather, Yamcha whispers something to Vegeta.

"I have to tell you something Veggie..." he whispered, circling one of Vegeta's nipples with his for finger. "I'm not really human..." Vegeta's face spreads out into a shocked look. "I'm really a Saiyain, my name used to be Bardo."

"Do you mean to say you're Sliccer's kid? (Yamcha nods) THEE SLICCER!!! The best Saiyain fighter in all the galaxy?" Vegeta shouts, and his eyes glaze over as Yamcha cuddles deeper into his arms nodding.

They both look up as a soft scream is heard from outside the kitchen. Grinning, both Saiyain's kiss and continue their love making through out the night While in another room, in another part of the building, a squeal can be heard from a lone girl. Love had finally blossomed. A love that would surpass all others, the love between a Saiyain Prince named Vegeta and a Second Class fighter named Yamcha.

A/N: Well there it is. The last chappie, not counting the Epilogue. I hope you guys like it!!! Until the Epilogue, Mel A.K.A YOIA LOVER 'TIL THE END

Mel: Monica...Why? SHE HAS CONVERTED MY!!!! I am now a full fledged yoia lover, but I still love M/F pairings too...