Chapter 7: Awakening

The moment I was alive once again something felt off. Besides the fact I landed in a small pond. When I reached Bulma is when I realized why I felt something was off. I came face-to-face with that guy again. At first, I was very concerned, until I was hugged by a crying Bulma. Then for some time had past before we went inside the complex.

I took the small break for Bulma's embrace to talk with Chichi. While training with King Kai, Krillin had informed us more on the situation that happened before Goku's death. At that, I still couldn't believe the horrors young Gohan must have faced. When I reached them, I couldn't help feel a little nervous. I tried my best to keep calm as I was about to speak.

That was until Bulma came along and dragged me across the room and into the hallway. "Hey. What was that for?"

"Why the hell did you approach Chichi? That woman is absolutely mad." That was a bit confusing.

"What are you talking about? And I have every right to talk to her. She is the wife of our best friend. Someone should at least comfort her with the idea that everything will be ok."

Bulma slapped me across the face. "Oh, don't you dare lie to me. You was going to hit on her since Goku isn't here. At that, why would anyone want to speak to that crazy bitch. Especially since she stole Goku away before I even got a chance." I was just baffled and walked away from her. "And where do you think you're going!"

I didn't even get a chance to make it to center of the room before Bulma kicked me out of the complex. Even after she cried and cheered when I came back it didn't take long for her to accuse me of something. So, I waited out in the cold until Chichi, Gohan, and Ox King stepped outside. Before they could get into their car, I walked over to them. "Is something the matter, dear boy."

"I am sorry."

Chichi and Ox King looked at each other before looking back at me. "Why are you sorry?"

I stepped closer to them before bowing. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help Goku. I'm sorry that you have went through so much recently." I stood back up. "If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask." With that I gave them my phone number.

But just as I was about to turn away, I got hugged by Chichi. "Thank you for understanding. And I don't blame you for what has happened. I just wish someone would have been honest with me since the beginning. I'm at least glad not all of Goku's friends are untrustworthy. Even Krillin apologized and offered to help out. I'm grateful that Gohan is back with me." She then let me go and had a big smile. "I was even shocked that Piccolo apologized to me."

It's been a week since I been revived and there was a lot I had to take care of. What surprised me was how coach and Victor started crying when they saw me. Even going about how they saw the news and couldn't believe I was died. "Does that mean I no longer have a spot on the team?"

"Silly boy. I already told you that you'll always have a spot." With that coach left to go fill out some paperwork.

I soon felt a heavy pat on my shoulder. When I looked to Victor, he had a huge smile. "We should celebrate your return. I'm sure my husband would be more than excited to cook a feast for you."

"I'm not to sure about that. After all, I don't want to impose."

"Nonsense. Just come by tonight and you can even bring a friend." After that party Vic and Alex asked if they could have a word with me. It was somewhat strange to be in a room with just hem. I couldn't put my finger on it but I felt trapped. "Alex, I think it's best you tell him, since it's your story." I was confused by that statement.

"Look, Yamcha, after everything you told us I think it's only fair I tell you something important." Alex looked at Vic before taking a deep breath. And seemed to relax when Vic held him. "I wasn't born a man." At first, I was more confused than anything else.

"How is that even possible?"

"Well…" He looked at Vic before telling him to up for a moment. Alex then processed to remove his shirt. I then lay witness to a few scars on his chest. I've similar scars before with certain males that took part in tournaments, but I never paid mind to it. "These scars came from when I have my chest removed about 2 years ago. One paper, and we're still fighting the court, to state that I'm Victor's husband instead of wife."

"Oh, wow." I looked away for a moment before looking back at them. "I'm grateful that you trust me with this information. I'm also very happy to see you two are happy."

Alex put back on his shirt and Vic started to talk. "We're telling you this now so you can see that there's lots more than what your father has told you. You're allowed to be yourself and there are people who will accept you no matter what. Plus," I watched as he took a card from his back pocket. "This the contact for our therapist office." Vic then had a small smile. "Funny enough it's how I met Alex in the first place."

At first I was just shocked that he would even give such information. "Why are you giving me this?"

"After our talks we thought that maybe it's something to look into. Especially since it'll be with a professional and they could give you better advice than we could."

After that night I just stood looking at the business card wondering if I should even consider talking to a therapist. It did remind me that I wanted to better myself and live the life I always regretted. But would seeking a therapist now be a good idea? I placed the card back in my nightstand drawer and walked into the bathroom.

Looking at myself through the mirror I just had a wave after wave of thoughts rushing in. Questions that I have been trying to avoid kept screaming at me. Things I never wanted to openly admit began to come forth. Remembering things my father once told me. Things even my mother had spoken. I even recalled what happened when the librarians found and reported me to the police. How easy it slowly became to rob from book stores and school. Even from supermarkets and small shops. I just had to do everything I could to survive. Which begs the question, "When does it stop?"

I was grateful that I had gotten a pair of hair clippers a while back. Looking into the mirror I told myself I was done being that scared child. With a deep breath I cut off my ponytail. After shaping it up I made a point to check my checking account. I was shocked to see how much I had, especially since my sponsorships added a great deal over time. The very next day I called Chichi and we made a trip to one of the large malls in West City.

"Remind me again why you're doing this."

"From my understanding Gohan missed a great deal of schooling. Plus, I didn't want to go shopping alone. If I asked Bulma, it would have ended up all about her." I then pulled out a couple of bucks from my back pocket and handed it to Chichi. "This is for yourself. I'll pay for Gohan." And for the rest of the day we went into almost every shop imaginable.

It's when we went into a book store that I almost cried. Gohan had already gone on ahead, but I found it strange that Chichi stood next to me. "Do you like reading?"

I looked at her. "Reading is a luxury for me. So, I'm just overwhelmed that I have money now to afford any book I want." Chichi looked puzzled before looking around.

"I have an idea." Before I could ask what it was she was off. I walked around for a bit and tried to see if any books caught my interested. I was quit relieved to see that there was a large section for encyclopedias. Maybe I should get myself a set. Just as I was about to get online to check out, here came Gohan and Chichi with a mountain pile of books. I guess I wasn't the only one who enjoyed reading.

After we checked out, we walked around for a bit longer. That was when I spotted the food court. "How about we get some grub before one more shop." As we waited for our food Chichi gave me one of the capsules that had half of the books she had brought. "Why are you giving me this?"

"These are for you. I wasn't sure what you enjoy reading so I got a number of different things. Some are textbooks and others are just informative type books. It was difficult to find any book that would be worth while to read for fun in there. I also got you a few books on cooking and tailoring clothes."

"Why those books?"

Chichi chuckled a bit. "If my memory is correct, you were a bandit at one point. Not to mention most of your outfits never seemed to fit you." My face was on fire as I placed the capsule away for later. After we ate, we went to this out of the way boutique. "Why we're going in here?"

I wasn't sure I could be honest with her yet, but I also didn't want to admit out loud. "It looks interesting." She didn't seem to believe me but I was grateful she didn't ask any questions. As I looked around, I was thankful that Chichi went off in her own direction, along with Gohan. But I will say it was difficult to not get excited at all the pretty dresses. I wonder if I would even be able to fit in any of these.

It's been so long since I worn a dress, on my own terms, I kind of don't know my size. I'm pretty sure I'm much bigger than I was since I was 23. At that, I not only gain my weight but also muscle. Plus, not having Bulma forcing me to wearing gosh awful outfits is a nice change of pace. Before I knew it I had walked out of that shop with a number of different dresses, skirts, undergarments, and other items.

It was extremely hard to contain my excitement when I returned to my condo. I was at least thankful Puar and Oolong was out for the day. Without a second to spare I rushed to my room and into the attached bathroom. As I tried on everything I bought I couldn't believe how much joy it brought me. Especially how it felt to wear a tong, with a pair of fishnet stockings and sundress. It made me wonder if they'll come a time where I didn't have to worry about wearing these things in public.

During the course of the following two months, I have been attending a program to get my GED. Not to mention how much shopping I did by myself. Of course, Bulma eventually would demand that I visit her on my off days. Whenever I saw her I made sure to show up in outfits she had gotten me. As much as I would rather wear my favorite pink crop hoodie and blue shorts, I rather her not see me in that. I was still trying to figure myself out and I didn't need her constant putting me down with what I enjoy.

During our hang out I had the great joy of finding out that Vegeta has been living there. When I arrived, I didn't know what to expect but what did happen was beyond me. Bulma had insisted that I worked out in the yard. Saying things about how she wanted to enjoy some eye candy on this hot day. If I were to tell her no it would start anyone huge argument, and even lead to her belittling everything I do. I was in no mood for any of that, and so I agreed to left some weights her company was testing out.

I even learned how because of that asshole Vegeta is why Capsule Corp was trying advance their technology. If it wasn't because the reasoning behind this development, I would have been happy. But all this was so some sayian could train. Especially since he destroyed all their robots within a few hours' time. He lack respect or even restraint. Maybe I should just go home.

Bulma had just walked into the complex when the alien asshole decided to step out of the ship. At first, I was just going to ignore but that wasn't possible. "Weren't you that idiot that tried taking on the saibaiman and failed?" He then started to chuckle as he walked closer.

"The name is Yamcha, asshole."

"Careful there, pretty boy. I like them sassy and with a lot of lip." I dropped the dumbbells and instantly turned to face him.

"What did you just say?"

He walked closer to me before kicking my knees in. Vegeta held my jaw has he made me look up at him. He even brushed his thumb along my bottom lip. "You keep this up I wouldn't mind having a sparing match with you." He quickly kissed my lips before letting me go. "Yet, I'm pretty sure Kakarot would be able to satisfy me better." With that he went back to the ship.

I was left in completely shock and when Bulma came back, I couldn't take it. Without a second to spare I flew away from Capsule Corp and to my old bandit hideout. Panicking I locked myself in my old room.

I don't understand. My body is burning up. I was also very hard and this deep urge spread like wildfire. For the rest of the afternoon I tried my hardest to focus on anything. I simply did not want to acknowledge the fact I was extremely turned on by a man. I did not want to admit all the feelings I been trying to keep locked away. Yet all I could think about, as I trained, was how I wouldn't mind another kiss from that damn animal.

It had become night when I finally opened the door to my hideout. Just before I stepped out, I could sense a strong energy coming my way. At first, I was disbelief but what landed in front of me made it clear I wasn't imagining it. "And where do you think you're going, pretty boy."

I still wasn't sure how it got to this, but I gave up fighting it. Especially with how much of in disbelief on how good it felt. The way Vegeta pounding into my back entrance. How his dug into my hips. The primal growls he made with each thrust. I swear I wasn't sure if I should feel discussed or outright happy. The only thing I was able to feel was pleasure from the aggressive treatment I was receiving.

At that, it didn't last for just a simple hour. I was in shocked that we had fucked into the next day. It was just so strange. I never lasted this long with Bulma. At that, it was difficult to even come while trying to have sex with her. Yet, with Vegeta I not only found my release multiple times. I also had been fucked in many positions. Especially when I rode him. Something about that drove me insane.

Yet when we finally did finish, I had fallen asleep. And when I woke, he was nowhere to be found. At that moment I just cried and felt extremely horrible. I had just slept with a man. Not just any man. No. I slept with the one who caused my and my friend's death. I slept with man that was male equivalent of Bulma. No amount of scrubbing made me feel less dirty. I couldn't even look at Bulma in the face for a whole month. Especially when he was there.

But I felt utter shame every time I woke up. I was in disbelief that I commit that ultimate crime. Flashbacks of my father screaming how true man married a woman. How a true man was aggressive and didn't show any weakness. To be punished for even crying out anything. I couldn't show any form of emotions or he would have beaten me. Flashbacks to every single time he had beaten and fucked mom in front of me. I tried my hardest to block out the screams.

It had been another month when I finally was able to step out of my condo. Especially since I needed to go to baseball practice. Yet all I was able to do was go through the motions. Vic had tried talking with me but I always left without a word to anyone. Then came the day Tien would be revived.

I had tried my darn hardest to look presentable for today. I combed out my growing hair. Not to mention, wore my very causal outfit. I even went as far as to dab on a light make up to hid all my dark circles. It would be awfully rude of me to greet my best friend looking horrible.

When I saw Tien once again, I had to hold back my emotions. Especially with how much I wanted to hug him.

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A/N: Hi.