Pairing Goku/Yamcha (with Vegeta lurking)
A/U -Yamcha wines and dines Goku.
HONEY TRAP
Yamcha couldn't believe the luck. When Goku agreed to go out with him on the town he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
_Goku's so unassuming. I hope he's thinking along the same lines I am. I'd really hate to make a fool out of myself._
The handsome man looked in the mirror, reviewing his appearance. A
white silk shirt set off taupe dress slacks and burgundy belt.
Gleaming cufflinks and croc leather shoes finished the look. The
newly short hair he sported nearly made him look saiyan. Yamcha
adjusted the gold chain that graced his neck as he pondered
possibilities.
_Wonder if I could pass for a saiyan? Not that it would matter, I've got too much on my mind tonight. And one way or another Goku will know how I feel._
The buzzer rang.
Yamcha held his breath. "Showtime. Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
Goku..."
His guest stood in the door momentarily. "Hey, Yamcha. Am I too early?"
The z warrior smiled. "No, I'm about done. Sit in the living room,
make yourself comfortable."
Flashing that famous smile Goku came inside. Yamcha looked him over.
The tall saiyan wore a deep blue designer suit, tapered at the waist.
A flashy custom shirt of palest aquamarine highlighted the swarthy
features. Silver collar pins accented circular neck banding .
Yamcha noted that suit hugged every bulky curve.
_Should be illegal..._
"Hey, Yamcha. You okay?"
"Hm?"
Goku grinned. "Well, you're staring. I didn't overdo it, did I?" he turned, indicating his clothing.
_Is he kidding?_ "Hell no, Goku. You just...look great, that's all.
I'm not used to seeing you so dressy."
The tall saiyan laughed. "Hey, I may have grown up in the woods, but I _did_ wise up eventually. Chi Chi pestered me about adding variety to my wardrobe long ago."
Yamcha chuckled. "Yeah, I can imagine..."
"She got me a couple of these outfits for special occasions."
Yamcha felt a sudden warmth. "You consider this a special occasion?"
Goku grinned, shrugged. He plopped down on the couch. "Well, sure.
Let's face it, most of the time I'm either fighting or training. This
is a nice change of pace, especially with Chi Chi out of town
visiting her father."
Yamcha moved to the wine rack. "Would you like a small drink before we head out?"
Goku thought it over. "Well, I _did_ fly here..."
"I'll drive you home."
Goku smiled gently. "Sure, Yamcha. Sounds good."
The z warrior curved his lips in satisfaction. _Oh, yes, my fine saiyan. I'll see your blood burn for something besides battle!_
"Where are they, Yamcha?"
Yamcha looked over the wine bottle he selected. "Where are what"
dark brows pinched in confusion.
Goku gave a shaded smile. "The broken hearts? I understand you've left quite a trail of suicides!"
His friend laughed. "You're crazy, Goku! I wish it were true. It seems like the only heart that gets broken is mine."
Eyes like coals reviewed him slowly. "It seems hard to believe...a guy with your looks would have so many problems."
Yamcha felt heat prickle the back of his neck. "You think I pass the grade? Honestly?"
Handsome facial planes tilted up at him. The easy smile faded. "More than enough. Maybe you just haven't met the right person."
Yamcha palmed the wine bottle uncomfortably. "Sometimes you don't get what you want, Goku. I've learned that the hard way" bitterness tinged his voice.
"Hey!"
Startled, Yamcha stared up once more. Goku stood abruptly and gripped his arm.
"Is that any reason to give up? Kami, you've got a long time to find a mate!"
Small smile. "I guess I am sounding ridiculous. C'mon, let's go into the kitchen and have this drink."
xxxx
It was a beautiful warm summer evening. Yamcha drove his pride and joy, a sky blue convertible porsche. Goku leaned back and enjoyed the ride, his thick mop of hair flying in the wind like a flame.
"Gorgeous night, huh? Man, look at all the activity down here on the strip!"
Yamcha laughed as they waded through crowded intersections. "You'd better believe it. Seems like everyone is out this weekend!"
As they pulled up to a light, some young women eyed them closely from the streetcorner.
"Oooee" Goku chimed. "Should I say it or get in trouble?"
Yamcha snickered. "They look dressed and dangerous, that's for sure!"
A bouncy redhead and her friend crowded at the car.
"I'm Linda. This must be our lucky night!" green eyes were predatory.
The two z warriors grinned at each other.
Her friend wiggled against the door. She had short orange hair and wore a black spandex dress.
"I'm Mandy. Sayyy...what are you two hot guys doing tonight?"
"Uh, well...we're clubbing it" Yamcha said casually. He glanced quickly at the light.
"Hmm. Want any company?"
"Well...we were just-"
Someone from behind blew a horn. A big gutted man in a pickup yelled from the driver's side.
"HEY PLAYBOYS. GET THE FUG OUTTA THE STREET! DON'T NOBODY WANNA WATCH YOU MAKE TIME!!"
Goku turned, irritated. "Chill out!"
"HA. WHAT YOU GONNA DO, PUNK? HIT ME WITH YOUR WALLET?"
"Man, what a fool!" Yamcha snapped.
Linda sniffed indifferently. "He's a real jerk."
Goku looked back again. "You know him?"
Mandy jabbed a thumb. "Not personally. But the pig's been circling the block and heckling all the women."
Yamcha glared in his mirror. "Oh yeah? C'mon ladies, get in!"
Goku stared at him. "Yamcha, are you crazy?!"
"OOO!!" Mandy squealed, climbing over Goku's lap. "This is gonna be one hell of a night, I can feel it!"
"HEY!" Goku gawked as the woman squeezed in.
"I'll take Yamcha!" Linda squeaked happily, sliding in behind the driver. Slender arms encircled the z warrior's neck from behind.
Another siren blow of a horn.
"HEY, PLAYBOYS. SEE YOU IN THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE!!"
"Shut up, asshole!!" Mandy turned in Goku's lap and gave the trucker a finger.
The saiyan closed his eyes in dismay. _Kami, let no one see me that knows me..._
"Okay everyone, hang on. I'm gonna blow this sucker!" Yamcha nailed the gas, throwing his passengers back from momentum.
"You drive worse than I ever did!" Goku yelled as they took off.
"I kind of like it. My cousin is a drag racer!" Linda shouted with excitement.
Mandy eyed Goku closely, running her hands over his shoulders and neck. "Hey, big guy. You work out? Mmm!"
"Uh, well. I'm a fighter. We both are."
Linda perked up. "Oh? I knew it was something like that. You guys are so well built and all."
Yamcha blushed a little as they went at reduced speed along the strip. Gawks and stares followed them as they continued through crowds partying the night away.
Mandy ran a finger along Goku's chiseled nose. "Hey. You two are fighters? I find that hard to believe."
The darkly handsome saiyan stared at her, slightly annoyed. "Why?"
"Well your looks for one thing. Most fighters I've seen are all beat up."
"We're into martial arts."
Gray eyes widened "OH."
Linda was surprised also. "So you guys enter the tournaments?"
Yamcha nodded. "All the time. The prize money is fantastic."
"That how you got this car?"
Yamcha laughed. "Let's just say I'm a good investor."
Goku felt a surge of panic as he sensed a familiar ki. _Very_
familiar...
"Yamcha!!" he hissed, giving a sidelong look.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Mandy asked, curious at the outburst.
Yamcha blinked, apparently sensing it as well. "Ah...ladies. We have a problem."
Linda stared at the crowd as they rolled through. "What are you talking about?"
"Shimatta!! It's too late!" Goku nearly shouted. Mandy held her ears.
"Hey, you wanna let me know when you yell like that-"
At a nearby corner barely thirty yards away with Gohan with a group of his friends. Both Goku and Yamcha spied him talking and laughing.
The saiyan's eyes were wild. "He hasn't looked this way yet. Go around the other corner, Yamcha!"
"Cripes, it's Gohan!" Yamcha stared as well. He turned hard on the wheel as they lurched right.
"Who the frack is Gohan!" Linda nearly fell over as they jerked again.
Suddenly Gohan turned, frowning. A blank expression tried to register the situation he _thought_ he saw...
"If he senses me...damn!" Goku put a hand over his face to cover it.
"Drop your ki, Goku!" Yamcha yelled.
"What, is that some freaky thing you guys are into?" Linda blurted.
Pedestrians everywhere stared or scattered as Yamcha squealed around the corner.
Mandy pointed. "Wait...you mean that cute guy with the dark hair? He kind of looked over here, but I think it's too dark to see."
Yamcha shook his head. "He'll know it's us anyway. We need some distance."
"Why do you care if that guy sees you?"
Linda stared at Yamcha and Goku, suspicion forming on her features.
From his vantage point Gohan turned in their direction once again as
a bright blue porsche squealed tires in a noisy display. Goku wasn't
about to take any chances. Without thinking, he grabbed Mandy's head
and shoved it down into his lap.
"Get down!!" he yelled, holding her still momentarily.
The woman snarled in rage, her voice muffled. "You pervert! Let go of me!!"
Linda reached over to help her friend. "Let us out of here or we'll scream!!"
Goku yelped as she grabbed his hair suddenly. "Kuso!" he swore.
Yamcha desperately looked for a quiet spot to drop them off. "Calm down, he didn't mean anything. We just thought Gohan might have seen us!"
"Who gives a damn?!" Mandy sat up abruptly, her hair a mess. "That doesn't give you any right to freebies!"
"It wasn't like that" Goku threw his hands up pleadingly. "I wasn't trying anything, I swear!"
Mandy stared hard at his open face. "I shouldn't believe you...except that you seemed so worried about that guy. You owe him money or something?"
"Well...ah...not exactly. I wasn't expecting him down here, that's all."
"Oh?" her eyes narrowed in curiosity. She glanced at Yamcha, who shrugged with a silly grin.
"What's the deal here then. First you give us a ride, then you don't want to be seen with us?!"
Yamcha swallowed. "You ladies misunderstand. If Gohan saw us here it would start all kinds of trouble. It's awkward to explain."
The women said nothing, arriving at similar conclusions.
xxxx
They went at reduced speed down another less crowded street. Goku relaxed a little.
"I think that did the trick."
"Yeah, and I think a trick's been played on us" Mandy snorted in disgust. She straightened against Goku and looked away.
Linda likewise appeared disappointed. "Okay, show's over. You had your fun. Now let us out!"
Yamcha nodded quietly. He pulled over. "Sorry for the craziness,
ladies. I hope we didn't cause you too much-"
"Spare us!" Linda waved him off as she climbed out. "What a damn waste. Hell, you could've just told us, you know!"
Goku wasn't sure he understood her. "What do you mean?"
"Nice innocent routine, guy" Linda huffed. "But it doesn't cut it,
okay? I can't believe we didn't figure it out earlier!"
Goku shrugged. "Sorry. I'm married."
"Oh that's a good one!" Mandy winked at her friend. "Funneee. You
guys go and play. We're looking for legit prospects, not eye candy.
Can you dig?"
Yamcha blushed a little. "Yeah...we...dig."
Linda flipped a hand at them as they walked off. "Oh, and go find Gohan. I'm sure he'll understand, if he doesn't get jealous. Sneaking around is hell, isn't it?"
"Nande kuso?!" Goku was almost angry.
"Whats wrong? Will daddy take the keys if he finds out? Get someone else to be a showpiece!"
"Are you crazy?" Yamcha blurted in amazement.
Mandy shook her head slowly, looking them over again. "Unbelievable.
Should have known you were too pretty" she turned on her heel.
"Oh brother" Yamcha rolled his eyes. _This isn't good, considering what I've planned tonight._
Goku glared as they disappeared in a crowd. "Can you believe those two?! Damn, some people need to have their heads examined!"
Yamcha was subdued. "Yeah, well. People tend to jump to conclusions."
xxxx
Goku was still irritated when they approached the restaurant.
"Goku, cool off. It isn't worth it, okay?"
"Huh" the dark saiyan snorted. "I know it shouldn't bother me, but I hate it when idiots like that make assumptions."
Dark eyes sparked with an inner desire. "Forget them, they don't mean anything. This night...is for other things, Goku."
Goku turned slightly, giving him a warm smile. "You're right.
Sometimes it's just hard for me to cool off once I get worked up
about something."
Yamcha could only smile as he found a place to park. _That's what I'm counting on._
xxxx They went inside _Braziers Cafe,_ one of the hottest restaurants in town. The establishment was known for a variety of cuisine from around the world. The art deco style was ritzy with lots of neon and chrome.
Goku looked about in appreciation inside. "Looks like a five star facility."
Yamcha smirked at the reservation desk. "There was some debate between the national cuisine committee whether or not it's four star or five."
A tall, snotty waiter with a hooked nose eyed them,
overhearing. "Five star. Really, do you think an establishment such
as our would be anything less?"
Yamcha coughed. "Ah, well, yes. Reservations for two at nine. Name is Yamcha."
The balding man looked them over. "You dress well enough to eat here at least. I believe we have a table. This way" he motioned for them to follow.
Goku made a face at his friend. "Someone needs an attitude adjustment."
Yamcha snorted. "Yeah. Besides, his suit is off the rack. He needs to give it a rest."
xxxx
Yamcha grinned as he watched his friend eat. _I should have brought my other credit card as a backup._
"Delicious" Goku whaled down his eighth plate of lasanga. He ate with surprising delicacy, not splattering his clothing once.
"Goku aren't you full yet?" Yamcha nearly laughed, finishing his fruit salad.
The saiyan grinned, perfect teeth flashing. "Well...some dessert will do."
"Tell you what...why don't we go to this coffee house I know? It has a simpler entree, and desserts are a specialty."
Goku stretched. "You're spoiling me, Yamcha."
The z warrior sighed, feeling a bit melancholy. _Ghods, I don't even know how to approach him with my feelings...what if he's disgusted?_
"Hey" rich baritone was soft. Yamcha looked up from his reverie.
"You okay? You've been preoccupied all night."
Yamcha stared into equally dark eyes. "I need to tell you something,
but not here."
Goku looked around slowly, as if seeing inner visions. "Yamcha, I want you to be honest with me. Why do we need to go somewhere else to talk?"
Yamcha straightened, gathering his resolve. "It's personal, and I wanted to do it in an atmosphere where we wouldn't be disturbed or stared at."
Eyes like black diamonds glittered strangely. "How personal?"
Yamcha's throat went dry. "Extremely. There's just...too much unsaid."
Goku regarded him silently, a frown curving his lips. Yamcha panicked.
_He knows! Goku always could sense inner truths. What can I say now?_
"Yamcha" the voice was stern.
"Yeah?" his friend looked downcast.
Dark eyes were lidded under shaded features. "Let's go."
The z warrior stammered. "What?"
Goku gave a strange half smile as he sipped his drink. "Let's have that talk. I feel something...in your heart."
Yamcha looked at him directly. "You can? What else?"
"Only that it burdens you. Now let's leave. Mysteries always interest me."
xxxx
They arrived at another cafe across town with a distinctly different clientele base. Goku casually observed the walkway as they approached, his stride slowing a bit as Yamcha went ahead. He noted the cafe sign, boldly lit in loud green and yellow with red lettering: DEN FOR MEN.
"Shimatta!!" he swore under his breath. Men of all ages and descriptions were standing outside. Some were smoking, others talking in groups. Yamcha spoke to someone at the door. Goku picked up the pace as appreciative stares hit him from all directions.
_Kuso, I'll kill him. It's a gay club..._
Suddenly someone approached him before he could catch up. A heavyset
and quite distinguished man with thick silvery hair touched his arm.
He was ruggedly handsome, wearing a well tailored grey suit.
"Hello! I noticed you walking up to the entrance."
Goku grinned uncomfortably. "Hello."
The man looked him over. "You aren't a regular around here, that's for sure. What's your name?"
"Goku. Now I really have to go..."
"Oh, you're here with a friend?"
"Yeah. One that I'm about to kill. He didn't tell me we were coming here!"
"Hmm. My name's Brad. I come here all the time. It's a pretty nice place."
Goku looked around at more curious stares. "Why won't they stop looking at me?!"
Brad laughed, a rich hearty sound. "My friend, you've got 'it'."
"It? Meaning?"
"The look. The stride. There's something else about you that's really different. I can't put a finger on it."
Goku eyed him closely. "Are you ki sensitive?"
Brad coughed, eyes wide. "Uh...that something you young guys are into?"
Goku waved him off. "Never mind. Nice meeting you, but I need to find my friend Yamcha-"
"Oh, you're friends with him?"
Goku blinked in surprise. "You know Yamcha?"
"Hey, Goku!!"
The two men turned. Yamcha bounded back down the walkway, looking somewhat apologetic.
"Sorry, man. I stood at the front gate running my mouth. I thought you were behind me."
Goku nodded briefly. "I was talking to Brad here."
Yamcha blushed now. "Hey, dude. How's the family?" he avoided Goku's shocked stare.
Goku pointed at Brad. "Wait. You're married?"
Brad sighed. "Separated. My kids are grown."
The saiyan paled. "Incredible."
"What's with him, Yamcha?"
"Well...he's married too."
A broad hand clapped Goku's shoulder. "I understand. It's hard to pretend, isn't it? Unfortunately the larger segment of society isn't too accepting still."
Goku flushed red in anger, knocking his hand away. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about" he stormed towards the parking lot.
_Ghods, no. This will ruin everything!_ Yamcha bolted after him to amused stares. "Wait, Goku! Please."
The saiyan turned slowly, a statue. "You didn't tell me this was a gay establishment. What the hell are you trying to pull, Yamcha?!"
"Nothing! But I told you...I needed to say a few things."
"HERE?!!" Goku threw his arms wide. Two men stood nearby, snickering.
The friends paused at their rudeness. One man was a curly headed blonde in a brown suit. The other was black haired in a sport jacket and silk slacks.
Blondie spoke first. "Hey, Lucas. Looks like a lover's spat!"
"Hmm" the dark haired man eyed Goku. "I'd like a crack at him myself.
Wonder if that's one of Yamcha's new interests."
Yamcha glared at them. "No class" he muttered. Goku turned as well,
annoyed.
"And I suppose this place is going to guarantee the privacy you wanted?" he indicated the two strangers nearby.
Yamcha lowered his voice. "Look. Let's just find a quiet booth, okay?
You like desserts. They have flan with whipped cream, and the biggest
banana splits you've ever seen."
Goku paused. "Banana splits?"
Yamcha grinned. _Always attack his stomach._ "You bet. With everything. All the ingredients here are homemade, none of that artificial stuff."
Goku looked up a moment. "Hmm..."
"Strawberry shortcake!" his friend pressed.
The saiyan curled a smile. "I guess a short stay won't hurt. But there'd better be no more surprises like this. I've already had a close call with a ridiculous situation tonight."
Yamcha chuckled. "That seems to be my specialty. Tell you what, Goku.
We'll just settle for nice, cool, and calm. How's that sound?"
"Perfect. Now let's eat!" the tall saiyan strode past him towards the main entrance.
"You got it" Yamcha had a glow, following. _Maybe this can still be a night of dreams._
xxxx
Goku excused himself to use the facilities while Yamcha ordered dessert. The z warrior pondered his next move.
_I've had problems being direct before, but I think that's the way to
go here. Goku wouldn't accept any less. Kami, I want him so much!
Yet, I'm afraid._
Dark eyes were glassy as Yamcha brooded at their table.
_I hate speeches. Hell, I don't even know if he goes that way. But I've got to try. If I don't say or do something I swear I'll burst._
A soft sigh escaped his lips. "Tonight is really turning out to be an adventure."
xxxx
Goku was having an adventure of his own in the restroom. He sensed someone approach from behind as he washed up at the sink. Dark brows lifted in curiosity.
"Yes?"
It was the blonde from out front. "Sorry, it's just a little close in here. My name is Steve-"
"I saw you and your friend outside. You were overhearing our conversation."
The man threw up his hands. "Didn't mean to. Sometimes Yamcha's voice carries a bit."
Goku towelled his hands dry. "You know Yamcha?"
"Not personally, but he comes here quite often."
Goku considered that information. "Does he come here with anyone?"
Steve chuckled knowingly. "Oh, I get it. No. I think he's just messing around."
Black eyes sparked with an odd fire. "What makes you say that?"
The blonde paused at his expression. "Well...what I mean is, he seems so lonely. We've chatted at the bar a few times."
"Does he tell you anything?" Goku's curiosity was in full swing.
Steve scratched his head and leaned against a stall. "It's weird. He seems nice enough, and good looking. Can't understand it at all."
Goku smiled a little. "Maybe there's someone special?"
"He hinted at it a few times. I felt bad for the guy, tried to see if he would open up, you know?"
"Did he?"
"Kind of. One day during happy hour he kept going on and on about some guy that he trained and fought with. Said he figured he'd have no chance."
Goku blinked. "But why??"
Steve shrugged. "Who knows? Anyway, this guy Yamcha mentioned sounds like a cross between a movie star and a barbarian. Pretty wild, huh?"
The tall saiyan made a face. _Do I even want to know?_
Steve headed for the door. "All I know is, he's really hung up on this dude. Says he doesn't know if it's mutual or not."
"Thanks for the info, Steve."
Blue eyes regarded him closely. "If I didn't know better..."
Goku's eyes held a warning. "Stay out of it, friend."
Steve looked him over again before scooting out the door. "Well...if you're available...I come here quite often."
Goku could only sigh as he followed the man out. "What a night."
xxxx
Goku approached his friend who was still staring blankly at the table. In his preoccupation, Yamcha didn't even hear the saiyan call his name.
"Hey!!"
Deep eyes looked up, startled. "Ah...oh! Sorry, Goku."
Goku sidled into the corner booth secluded by artificial plants. "Now what's on your mind, Yamcha? You've been acting strange all night."
Yamcha cleared his throat. _Now or never._ "There's...a reason I wanted to go out on the town with you tonight."
Eyes of blackest velvet were on him. "I know."
A gasp. "What does that mean, 'you know.' I haven't said anything yet!"
Goku glanced away a moment. "Just tell me, Yamcha."
The z warrior stared at his friend, noting the dark light that danced across his handsome features. Yamcha knew that look. Whenever Goku saw a challenge he had that same expression. His throat went dry.
"I have to tell you this...I have feelings for you, Goku. Strong feelings."
Goku sat back. "I see."
Yamcha fidgeted with his hands. "Actually, I think...I...love...you."
The saiyan abruptly reached across the table, holding the busy hands still. Yamcha looked up in surprise.
Obsidian eyes glazed with heat as Goku lowered his voice. "It's all right."
Yamcha felt the courage to press on. "I know this seems like it's out of nowhere, but...we're at the point in our friendship now that I felt something needed to be said."
Small smile. "You say it well. But when did you know?"
"When you fought Frieza. I would've given anything to fight at your side. All I could do was watch helplessly from King Kai's place."
The saiyan eyed him softly. "Yamcha...Frieza would have destroyed you."
The z warrior laughed hysterically, emotions spilling over. "I wouldn't have cared...at least we would have been together!"
Goku could see his friend was losing it. Strong hands gripped Yamcha's forearms.
"Easy, easy. Don't come apart on me, okay?"
Dark eyes glazed with tears of frustration. "Later, when you got the heart virus I stayed with Chi Chi until you recovered. I should have been concerned for her feelings, but-"
"You don't have to-"
"No! Let me say this, Goku" Yamcha felt the words tumble out. "All I could think of was how strong and beautiful you looked, fighting for life. I couldn't..._wouldn't_ leave until you were better. I wanted to hold you, kiss you-"
Goku looked about nervously at amused stares nearby. Yamcha's voice was rising, giving them an audience.
Dark brows pinched together. "Yamcha! Keep it down, they're all looking at us!"
His friend stopped, clapping a hand over his mouth. "Gomen nasia!" he gulped for air.
Goku gave a slight nod. "Ii desu. Just calm down, please?"
Yamcha tried to regain his composure. "Didn't mean to outburst like that...I almost feel like a fool" the dark head looked down.
"What's foolish about love, Yamcha?" Goku's voice was silky.
Yamcha stared. _That tone! What's he saying?_
"You knew how I felt?!"
Goku appeared introspective. "Not exactly, but when you mentioned the heart virus...I had dreams. I could see and hear what was going on around me, sense emotions. And yours were so strong, they rivalled Chi Chi's."
Yamcha blushed. "I..ah...why didn't you say anything about it?"
Goku gave that famous half smile. "I was touched, Yamcha. And a little scared. You really caught me by surprise, and I didn't know how to react."
Yamcha sighed sadly. "Well, our dessert should be coming soon. I suppose we should eat it and then go."
Goku blinked. "Something I said?"
Yamcha shook his head in pain. "Don't humor me, okay? I know you don't feel the same way, but I had to get this off my chest."
Onyx eyes were steady. "Are you in a hurry?"
Yamcha gawked. "What??"
"As a saiyan, I can appreciate your passion, Yamcha."
"Goku, please tell me...how do you feel about this? About what I said?"
Now the saiyan appeared uncomfortable. "As I said, your emotions touched me. I couldn't believe...it's really ironic, considering we didn't start on the best of terms."
Yamcha had to smile at that. "I know. It seems like ages ago. But even then I admired you."
Goku observed him keenly, as if for the first time. "You're really attractive, Yamcha."
Yamcha felt his pulse rise. "Don't tease me, Goku. You still haven't really said anything."
A sigh. "Confused. And concerned."
Dark eyes blinked in amazement. "You're never confused about anything."
Soft chuckle. "Oh no? Right now, I'm terrified."
"I can't believe that."
Goku rested his chin in his hands. "My separation from Chi Chi has
been difficult on both me and the boys. Sometimes I get so lonely,
Yamcha. With the exception of Vegeta, no one really understands me."
"You still have friends. And me, Goku" Yamcha said with feeling.
Obsidian eyes sparkled. "You, Yamcha?"
"Itsumo. You've always been there for me, Goku. Let me be there for you as well."
Goku looked over his friend. "I always liked that scar, you know.
Makes you look like a saiyan."
Yamcha laughed at that. "Ghods! I'd make a poor saiyan."
Goku eyed him intensely. "You have the passion of one."
The booth felt warm all of a sudden. Yamcha edged closer. "Goku...can I kiss you?" the voice was velvety low.
Dark eyes fixed on his mouth. "I'll give you credit, Yamcha...you say what you want."
Yamcha lowered his eyes as well. "And what do you want, Kakarot?"
The saiyan smiled slowly at his true name. "Careful, Yamcha. I might get ideas" he growled softly.
Their noses nearly touched now. "I hope you do."
Lips pressed gently together. "I love the sound of your name" Yamcha whispered.
Goku nuzzled a musky neck. "Vegeta's the only one who uses it."
Yamcha moved in for another soft kiss. "It's exotic...masaka!"
Goku closed his eyes briefly as Yamcha nibbled his lower lip. "This shouldn't be happening" he murmured.
xxxx
A few feet away they had an audience. Steve and his friend Lucas were at an opposite booth, grinning their ears off.
Lucas peeped over a plant. "Man, they're really going at it."
Steve snickered. "C'mon, man, don't be looking like that."
The dark haired man waved his hand in a gesture. "Hot stuff. Looks like they'll make up tonight, that's for sure."
Steve sneaked a quick peek as well. "My talk must have helped."
"What do you mean?"
"That guy there" Steve pointed. "That's Yamcha's main squeeze. I ran into him in the bathroom. I think they must've broken up temporarily or something."
"You mean the hottie with the wild hair? Damn, I wanted to get his number!"
"Tough luck, dude. He was looking to hook back up with his main man."
Lucas arched his head again. "So that must be the guy he keeps bending everyone's ear about. No wonder..."
xxxx
Vegeta entered the club and overheard their conversation. He had buisness of his own to conduct and no time for nonsense. Stares and grins followed his wake. He wore his famous pink 'badman' shirt and white dress slacks.
The ouji snarled as he pressed through the crowd. _I have no idea why Kakarot is in this establishment, but we will have words._
A heavyset man watched him move. He was balding, in a black suit.
"Hey, 'Badman'. Wanna play?" he winked with piggish eyes.
Vegeta glared over at him. "Are you talking to me, blimp? If I want a mattress I'll buy one!" and with that he stalked off.
"Snotty bastard" the man grumbled before disappearing into the crowd.
xxxx
The pair continued their extended kiss before coming up for air.
Yamcha coughed, his face flushed.
"Shimatta. You're something else!"
Goku took his hand. "Yamcha...I didn't expect to feel this way...it's insane, but kuso! I want to drag you off somewhere..."
Yamcha nibbled his ear. "That's for later. Right now..."
A loud cough. Startled, the two men sat back in shock and embarassment. The waiter stood over them with a huge banana split. He was thin, with red hair and freckles.
"You two lovebirds finished?" he teased, smirking. "Your dessert is here."
"Ah yes" Goku managed, pulling at his collar.
Yamcha looked up. _I think I'm in heaven..._
xxxx
They ate from opposite ends of the dish, lustful eyes dancing in concert over the cold confection.
"So tell me, Kakarot" Yamcha continued to use his real name. "How do you cool a hot saiyan?" he twirled his finger in whipped cream.
Black eyes flashed darkly. "By offering him a treat" he curled his tongue out.
Sultry eyes stared over heated cheeks. Yamcha scooped a large blob of cream on his finger. He placed it on the saiyan's lips.
"Taste."
Goku licked erotically, watching him with lidded eyes. Yamcha panted,
feeling his groin tighten at the display. _Oh, he's gonna kill me
tonight..._
Hot lips nibbled and kissed the fingertip. "Mmm, Yamcha. I wonder if you taste as good" dark eyes were low.
Yamcha felt his pulse skyrocket. "Goku, what are you wearing, body oil?"
Soft smile. "Why do you ask?"
Yamcha breathed in the sudden explosion of cinnamon and musk. "Something...all of a sudden I can smell your cologne."
Dark eyes slitted. "Do you like it?"
Yamcha was lit, reckless now. "Damn right. Man, it's so spicy...and _hot!_"
The saiyan extended his wrist. Without thinking, Yamcha grabbed it and inhaled.
"Kami! It's wonderful. Makes me want to do it right on this table..."
Goku purred. "That might violate a few laws."
Yamcha looked up in surprise. "What's that noise?"
"Me."
The z warrior placed a hand against the corded neck. The vibration and sound was unmistakable.
"You...you do that?!"
Goku turned his face into the wide palm. "Spend the night with me,
Yamcha, and find out more."
"Kami, yes" Yamcha was breathless now.
xxxx
Vegeta lurked nearby, listening. He had seen and heard enough. Saiyan blood boiling, he stalked over to the secluded corner booth.
Steve and Lucas stared wide eyed from their vantage point.
"Oh oh. Who's the new entry?" Lucas pointed at Vegeta.
"Mmm. A sexy Napoleon" Steve smacked his lips.
"Hentai. He looks like trouble. Wonder what his action is?"
"I don't know. But it looks like buisness is picking up."
xxxx
Yamcha decided to steal a third kiss. Goku laughed against his mouth.
"Don't you think we should conclude this elsewhere?"
"It won't be concluded at all!!" a deep voice shouted. Yamcha all but jumped back in the booth.
"Vegeta?!" they both chorused in stunned amazement.
xxxx
Lucas snickered. "Looks like we've got a show on our hands. Check it out!"
Steve peeped over the plants as well. "A love triangle! Kuso, wonder who the guy in the pink shirt was with?"
Other patrons were beginning to gather and whisper, pointing at the corner booth.
"It's getting hot and heavy now" Lucas squinted. The guy in the blue suit is pissed."
"Yamcha's getting worked up, too. They'd better cool it before the manager comes out."
xxxx
"Vegeta, what are you doing here?!" Goku demanded.
"I go where I will, Kakarot. The question is...why are you here, and with this baka?!"
"Not that it's any of your buisness, Vegeta" Yamcha snapped. "But we were spending a quiet evening together."
"Nande Kuso!! Quiet? With the performance I just witnessed?"
"We don't owe you any explanations, Vegeta" Goku retorted. "Now what is it you want?"
A fist slammed on the table, rattling it. "We need to talk."
Goku snarled. "Not about that, and not now!"
Vegeta sniffed. "Omae o koroso for this, Kakarot. You scent this baka to claim him?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Vegeta!" Yamcha demanded. "Nobody's 'claiming' anything, and as far as-"
Vegeta ignored him. "Come, Kakarot. Let's fight! We'll see where this night ends up!"
Goku gave a sly smile. "This night has plans that don't include you.
Now leave."
Vegeta raised a fist at Yamcha. "Let's see if you're worthy of a saiyan."
Yamcha spun in defense. "Jerk!!"
xxxx
The audience had grown. Patrons everywhere were staring at the show.
Snickers and innuendo dotted their conversations.
Steve and Lucas gawked with the rest. Lucas laughed out loud.
"Looks like the dude in the pink shirt wants to fight Yamcha. What a hoot!"
"Yeah, he's ticked" Steve grinned. "Wonder if he's the old boyfriend of that other guy?"
Lucas shook his head. "Those flames die hard, man."
xxxx
Goku had enough presence of mind to look around.
"Vegeta, knock it off! You've got half the customers staring at us!"
Vegeta cocked an eye sideways. "Bakas. They have no chance against me."
"Are you on drugs or something?" Yamcha wanted to know. "You come bursting in here for no reason-"
"Wrong, Yamcha. Kakarot and I were supposed to have a serious talk-"
"Leave it alone, Vegeta!!" Goku nearly shouted.
The two saiyans glared at each other a moment in silence.
Yamcha tapped Goku's shoulder. "What's the deal, Goku? I want to know."
The saiyan's eyes never left the ouji. "It's personal, but nothing so important that it can't wait."
Vegeta slammed his fist down again. "We'll see about that-"
"Is there a problem here??"
The three men halted their drama. The manager stood behind Vegeta with two hulking bouncers at her side.
"I'm the manager, Ms. Toyama. Are you gentlemen having a dispute?"
Vegeta snorted. "Hn. I'll not explain my reasons for being here."
Toyama folded her arms. She had a stern demeanor despite her slender build. "I'm not interested in your reasons, only your behavior. Now either settle down or solve your dispute outside. Your choice."
Vegeta laughed, looking at the bouncers. "These cretins wouldn't stand a chance."
"Quit being obnoxious for once, Vegeta" Yamcha griped. "You're making a spectacle of yourself."
Goku glared at the ouji. "Agreed. The whole cafe is looking at us. Is that what you want?!"
Vegeta turned for the first time. It was true. Everything had virtually come to a standstill.
"Hah! So be it...I'll not parade my personal affairs for these idiots."
"I take it you plan to leave?" Toyama asked.
"Hai. Who needs this? I'll go on one condition."
"No conditions."
"You don't command me, woman. If Kakarot comes outside a minute I'll gladly leave."
Yamcha stared in disbelief as the tall saiyan rose from the booth silently.
"Goku! What are you doing?!"
"I'll be right back. No point in trashing a nice establishment" he led Vegeta out to more stares.
xxxx
Vegeta ignored probing eyes as he followed his fellow saiyan out the front door. A thin man with a beard giggled as they went by the bar.
"Hey, Bad Man!" he piped up. "Come to get your boyfriend back from Yamcha?"
Vegeta spun and pointed a glowing finger. Goku knocked his hand down.
"Are you insane?!"
"No. But that fool is for insulting me."
Goku grabbed his hand and yanked him outside between more startled onlookers. A man in a bright yellow suit shook his head at the bartender.
"They must be into the rough stuff. See how that guy in the blue suit grabbed his side in the pink shirt?"
The bartender wiped a glass. "These boys get wilder every year. Now they're doing three ways."
xxxx
Vegeta took some satisfaction knowing he managed to get his fellow saiyan outside. Now if they could only do something about the nosy busybodies...
Goku led the ouji towards the parking lot gate. Vegeta looked about at the groups of men milling about.
"Kami take it, Kakarot. Is there no place for privacy at this madhouse, in or out?"
Goku pointed a finger at him. "This is a public establishment. If you want privacy, go somewhere private!"
Vegeta snorted. The neon lighting cast weird highlights across his features in the dark.
"Now why the hell did you come here?"
"Hn. I wanted to continue our discussion about future arrangements!"
"Vegeta...I told you I'm not ready to decide! Stop pressuring me."
The ouji lowered his voice, mindful of onlookers. "What are you waiting for? The separation is legal...I see no reason to wait!"
Goku sighed. "This isn't the time or place. And I won't make any rash decisions!"
Vegeta smiled slowly, dark eyes smouldering. "You can run from me all you want, but your desires won't change" he placed a hand on Goku's cheek.
The taller saiyan glared. "I'm out with a friend, Vegeta. Do you understand the concept?"
The ouji gave him a knowing smile. "Play with Yamcha, then. But when your bones burn you'll come back to me!"
"Dame da! I'll hear no more, Vegeta!!" Goku hissed.
The ouji flared his nose. "Ah. You smell wonderful."
Goku glanced around briefly. Friends and lovers had paired off into groups around the parking lot. A few eyes strayed in their direction.
Vegeta sensed his distraction. "Hn, we blend in here. There is touching everywhere."
Goku took a deep breath. "This night's had more twists and turns than an obati puzzle. I want you to leave."
Vegeta licked his lips slowly. "Hn. A parting kiss, then."
"No way. I know what you're trying to do!"
Black eyes danced with dark fire. "Just a small one, and I'll leave quietly."
Goku hissed through his teeth. "Fool!"
"Refuse me and I trash this place."
Goku glared. "All right" he snapped.
Vegeta pulled him down into a kiss. Just a small one...
...that soon became an inferno of taste and heat, swirling,
slithering. A dance of dominance between duelling tongues, dipping in
delight. Goku smashed Vegeta against a parked car in a crushing
embrace.
Steve and Lucas decided to call it a night. The blonde pointed as they went outside. Many of the patrons were staring at one area of the parking lot.
Steve scratched his head. "What are these goofs looking at?"
Lucas laughed loudly. "Use your eyes! Our favorite mess is giving everyone a show again."
Steve squinted. "What the hell?!"
A tall redhead with a ponytail walked past, shaking his head. "Somebody needs to get a damn fire hose."
Steve whistled at the scene. "Guess ol' Yamcha is out in the cold again."
Lucas made a face. "I don't get any of this. Is that guy in love with two people?"
"Which one? I can't keep up anymore."
"In the blue suit, fool! Mr. movie star."
Steve shrugged in confusion. "I ah...had the impression he was here with Yamcha. But then that other guy shows up and it's all out the window."
Lucas snorted. "Kami, can't they even take it to a motel or something? I'm no prig, but they're practically on top of that car."
xxxx
The much observed pair finally pulled free of their fiery kiss. Under the street light Goku could see the flush in Vegeta's cheeks.
"Hai, a saiyan kiss" the ouji gasped, his dark eyes liquid as he gazed up.
Goku panted, desperately trying to gain his composure. "Kisama" he swore quietly. _Damn hormones..._
Vegeta reluctantly pushed off. "Ai, go home with poor Yamcha, and compare."
The tall saiyan heaved. "Hentai!"
Vegeta turned and walked away with a wicked smile. "Hn, hontou ni?
You should talk. Ai, I seem to remember some truly freaky nights..."
"Keep your damn voice down!!" Goku hissed, mortified. A nearby group of men were snickering with knowing glances.
Vegeta waved casually as he walked towards the gate. "Have fun, stud!
See you later after you've finished with Yamcha!" he yelled
deliberately. The men whooped in laughter.
Goku stood mute, his face purple with embarrassment. _I'll kill him..._
With an inarticulate growl, he stormed back inside to join Yamcha.
xxxx
Goku dropped down next to Yamcha. "Let's get out of here. I've had enough."
Yamcha blinked. "I started to come out and get you. Is Vegeta gone?"
"Long gone. Is the bill paid?"
Yamcha nodded. "Yeah."
"Give me your hand."
Yamcha gave an affected grin. "Why Goku, you dog. You're making me blush."
The saiyan curled a smile. "Simpleton! I'm going to do an instant transmission to the car."
They faded out a second later.
xxxx
The two men were quiet during the ride back. Yamcha decided to break the silence.
"Goku, are you angry at me?"
Goku sighed. "Not really. This night has just been...weird."
Soft brown eyes shone at the saiyan. "I'll find a way to apologize."
Goku could only stare, fire dancing in his gaze.
xxxx
Yamcha took his friend's suit jacket when they got inside. "Would you care for anything?"
Goku stretched, muscles rippling under the taught fabric of his shirt. Yamcha looked him over slowly. _Gorgeous._
"No, I'm fine" he moved to sit on the couch.
"I've got 200 channels on cable. The remote's over there on the end table-"
The dark saiyan abruptly snapped his head around, obsidian eyes roaming low.
"Yamcha, sit here next to me" it wasn't a request.
The z warrior felt a strange thrill at the commanding tone. "Ah...Goku?"
Those sultry eyes lowered. "Over here, I said."
Yamcha blinked in disbelief. "You're serious?"
The saiyan growled softly, startling his friend.
"What the?" Yamcha dropped next to Goku, placing a palm against the corded neck. That same rumbling vibration again.
"How do you do this? I don't remember this coming from you before."
Surprising his friend further, Goku tilted his head back and purred.
Yamcha stared, stunned. Without conscious thought he scratched the
strong jaw.
Thoughts raced through his brain. _Kami, he's like an animal or something. What is this? The Goku I know never behaved this way!_
As if sensing his train of thoughts, Goku abruptly stopped purring. "You're surprised at my behavior."
Yamcha dropped his hand. "To say the least. What is this? You aren't even acting human."
The saiyan yawned. "True. And acting gets old."
"Wha??"
Goku gave a half smile. Slowly a thick tail unwound from his waistband and waved gently.
Yamcha gawked at the appendage. "Nande Kuso?! What's happening here!!"
"Mm. That's right, you haven't seen me with a tail in awhile."
"It grew back?!"
"Yeah, about two years ago. I tuck it up to avoid injury, although it's quite strong."
Deep brown eyes widened in curiosity. "Goku...can I touch it?"
"Certainly."
Yamcha reached around his would be lover, running his hands over the furry appendage. It resembled a stroke of black velvet with sparkling sheen.
"Beautiful" Yamcha breathed. "It shines like your hair" he continued to play along the length with his hands. He ruffled the tip roughly.
His saiyan companion twitched and growled again. "Yamcha! Careful."
Yamcha looked up, perplexed. "What? Did I hurt you?"
Another purr. "Iie. Quite the contrary...keep that up and I'll most likely throw you to the floor."
Yamcha laughed nervously. This wasn't the Goku he knew. "Ah...you're awfully different, Goku. What's the deal?"
The saiyan stood up suddenly and pulled off his shirt.
"Hey!!"
Goku smiled slyly, tossing his shirt to the floor. "I'm not in public now...or a z fighter, Yamcha."
The handsome fighter took a breath. "I...see. You're very direct..."
"We've been friends a long time, but you've only seen one side of me."
Yamcha gulped, shifting back on the sofa. "Could you explain that?"
"Remember, I'm a saiyan."
"Meaning?"
"Humanoid yes, but human, no. But I assimilated on earth by necessity. My true heritage...is from elsewhere."
"I know that, but you've never made it an issue before."
"It wasn't, until I knew the truth. And if you and I...get close,
you'll notice the differences soon enough."
Yamcha picked up the stray shirt and laid it across the sofa arm. "Like those noises you were making-"
Goku chuckled. "Don't mind me. I only do that when I feel really good."
Yamcha felt daring at the opening, wrapping an arm around the tight waist. "Yeah? Tell me, do you feel good now?"
Another purr. "Oh, yes. Very much so, Yamcha. Ai, Kakkoi. Has anyone ever told you that?"
Yamcha pressed against him. "Not the way you just did" his voice was husky.
They simply stood and embraced for a bit, exploring ridges of muscle and planes of perfection. Goku's purring grew louder.
Yamcha stood back a moment, catching his breath. His eyes were low.
"Shall we conclude this upstairs?"
Goku nibbled his lower lip, eliciting a loud gasp. "Anywhere is fine for me."
xxxx
Yamcha felt his pulse explode as they kissed along the staircase.
_Kami, I think he would do it most anyplace..._
A deep laugh rumbled gently across his lips. Black eyes sparked with fire as Goku pulled moist kisses.
"Tasty" he murmured, spinning behind Yamcha and dragging him upstairs.
"Goku!!" Yamcha gasped as the saiyan hauled him up over a shoulder.
"Wha-what the hell?!!" he heaved as they entered the bedroom. "Pa-put me down!"
Goku curved a dark smile. "I do requests" he tossed Yamcha on the mattress effortlessly. The z warrior stared in surprise at his friend.
"What are you, a caveman or something?" despite his confusion, he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice.
Goku looked down with a haze of lust, dark eyes narrowing to slits. "Get undressed, Yamcha."
Yamcha was lost in those dark orbs, his body thrumming with tension. "Sure" his mouth went dry as he fumbled with his pants.
Goku pulled his own clothing free in two swift motions. Yamcha couldn't believe his speed. Less than a minute later the saiyan stood in all his glory, waiting impatiently.
"Da...uh...kuso!!" Yamcha stared at the sight in front of him.
"You're some...piece of manhood, Goku" he whispered in appreciation.
It was true. The swarthy features were flush with desire over bronzed
skin. Sculpted muscles combined in a singular form of perfect male
beauty. And lower...the prize was definitely plentiful.
Yamcha roamed his sight low. "I can't wait to taste that" the words tumbled out heedlessly as the z warrior's breathing became more rapid.
Goku plunged over him, shoving Yamcha against the mattress. Wild kisses were planted across his collarbone.
"You aren't undressed yet" baritone rumbled against Yamcha's skin.
Yamcha panted, his erection hardening. "Ga...ghods, Goku. I never got the chance to take my pants off!"
Goku leaned back, licking his lips erotically. "No problem" the dark head dipped low.
Yamcha watched incredulously, his breathing ragged. _Can't believe I'm letting him take control like this..._
Sharp canines pulled at the catch on his zipper. Goku lapped his tongue over the pleated fabric before clamping the zipper in his teeth and yanking back with his head, a growl in his throat. Yamcha thought it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Sweat burst into beads on his forehead.
"Yatta, Goku" he heaved quietly, feeling his body swell with anticipation. The saiyan nipped his erection through black briefs before catching the crotch in his teeth and ripping restraining cloth free.
Yamcha gagged with excitement and apprehension. "You...tore my underwear..."
"You wouldn't take them off" Goku growled hotly, yanking the remnants down over muscled thighs. A stiff erection popped up.
Sly grin. "What have we been hiding, Yamcha?"
"Aakk!!"
A hot mouth plunged over a pulsating shaft before the z warrior could answer. Yamcha fell back against the pillows, groaning.
"Damn you" he hissed in pleasure as wet slickness teased his length. "Going...too fast!"
"I'm hungry" Goku suckled the soft sacs underneath hard as he stroked Yamcha's swollen member. Fingers reached around and slipped up the cleft of his ass, teasing before massaging the puckered opening.
Yamcha licked his lips in sweaty anticipation. "Ghods, Goku, slow down! I haven't even done anything to you yet!"
The agitated saiyan nipped tender thigh skin, bringing more yelps from Yamcha. "You are. Just looking at you gets me off" he growled roughly.
Yamcha arched in pleasure. "At least...let me do something!"
Goku purred sensuously. "All right" his tail waved tauntingly. He rolled on his back, smiling.
Yamcha took a deep breath, grinning at the lush body. "So much to work with, so little time."
Goku flashed his canines. "So get started, already" his tail puffed out underneath as he stroked himself.
Yamcha paused, frowning. "Goku, uh...your teeth..."
A growl. "Don't worry, I will bite. I told you there were differences."
Yamcha smiled slowly. "Okay, I'm game. Besides, you look real sexy like that" he nuzzled the corded neck.
Goku closed his eyes, enjoying Yamcha's ministrations as hot tongue roamed across his collarbone and down his chest. Yamcha suckled and tasted bronzed skin that radiated heat.
"Mnfph. You taste like spice and sugar, Goku. And you smell like it,
too. What in Kami's name are you wearing, some kind of flavored body
oil?"
Goku purred in satisfaction. "My own, you might say."
Yamcha shook his head in wonderment as he lapped along rippling abs. "Masak. Absolutely amazing."
Exploring hands stroked and caressed muscled perfection. Yamcha felt
his own body strain with need as their nipples rubbed from friction.
Absently he reached for Goku's tail as it slipped between them.
"That tickles, Goku" he rasped in excitement, ruffling the black fur.
Goku's head flew back as he cried out in pleasure.
Yamcha blinked in surprise. _What did I just do?_ He looked at the tail again as it whipped about.
_Hmm..._
Testing a theory he ruffled and stroked the appendage, hard. Goku
arched against him, hands grabbing his ass cheeks in a bruising hold.
Yamcha gulped for air, delighted at his discovery. He grinned
wickedly.
"Why, Goku. Does it bother you when I do this?" he tugged the tail again.
"Kisama!!" the saiyan nearly bounced them both off the bed. Yamcha had to grab onto the nightsand to keep from falling off. He gazed up teasingly into Goku's lust filled eyes.
"My, my. I think I'll play" he squeezed Goku's tail at the base.
Goku rolled off, wailing at sweet sensations that washed up his spine. Yamcha took advantage, pinning him down. They were both heaving with need.
"Now for a taste" Yamcha sweated, grabbing the thick length that
bobbed at him. He lapped delicately at the head, nipping along the
vein underneath. The saiyan thrashed incoherently underneath him,
grabbing fistfuls of dark hair. Yamcha plunged over the shaft,
savoring the spicy musk flavor. He pulled himself as he sucked,
feeling his own member grow slick with precum.
Goku was for all intents and purposes, nearly gone. Hips jerked as the need for completion was near. Fingers pressed against his hot hole, seeking entrance and finding it. Yamcha rapidly stroked the warm channel, feeling it clench tightly in resistance.
Goku was awash in sensation that rippled down his thighs. He bucked and groaned as orgasm threatened to overtake him. At first he was content to enjoy and receive pleasure...
Until saiyan instinct and the need to dominate took over. Yamcha yelped in shock as he was suddenly grabbed and flipped over on his belly.
Flushed and surprised, Yamcha gasped. "What-"
WIth inhuman speed, Goku spread golden thighs wide. Unprepared,
Yamcha panicked.
"Dame!! Wait-"
Goku wet his fingers and probed, cutting off Yamcha's protests. The z warrior moaned and writhed, his own swollen erection rubbing over the bed. Delightful sensations rolled across his groin in waves as his hips rocked from side to side.
Yamcha clutched the bedstand, rearing up again. "Ghods...G...oku...don't stop...hahh...AHH...faster..."
Three fingers pistoned him, preparing him for what was to come.
Yamcha rolled his eyes back, body tightening like a bow. A whimper
escaped his throat as the taunting digits were removed. His legs went
weak from anticipation.
Strong arms pulled him back up as he dropped lower. Soon something
warm and thick filled Yamcha, threatening to split him in two.
Mindlessly he howled as the hot shaft speared him. Goku wasted no
time with preliminaries and rammed the willing flesh mercilessly. The
bed creaked and bounced as Yamcha was hammered into submission.
Hot breath gusted against golden shoulders as Yamcha smelled spice once more.
_Got to...know...how...he manages...to smell...like that..._ his brain rambled foggily even as his body was plundered.
"Gaaa!!!" piercing pain stabbed through his haze as sharp teeth bit
trails across his shoulder blades. Yamcha couldn't cry out further.
His body had betrayed him completely, the pain spiking even greater
pleasure. He began to spurt.
A furry tail snaked under his belly, squeezing his erection. Yamcha screamed as Goku swelled and broke above him, triggering his own explosion. The z warrior's face screwed in a mask of pleasure, his face buried in soft pillows. Blood pounded in his ears and drowned out all sound, a sensation of it's own.
_Kami...don't let it end...love it..._
The last thing he remembered was an animalistic roar as Goku slammed him one last time, and swirling color before crashing into darkness.
xxxx
_Ghods, I am busted..._
The z warrior lay face down, his body one big bruise. Arms and legs splayed carelessly across the bed as he lay immobile.
A worried voice was above him. "Yamcha! Ogenki Deska?!"
"Ah...ai..."
Goku turned him over gently. He palmed the scarred cheek. Yamcha's dark eyes fluttered open as he managed a wan smile.
"Tell me" he coughed. "Do you saiyans always make a habit of killing your lovers?"
Goku flushed. "I'm sorry...I lost control a bit."
Yamcha grinned weakly. "Oh well. Guess I'm too sexy, ne?"
Goku smiled, pecked his nose. "Very."
xxxx
To his delight and surprise, Yamcha found himself being carried to the bathroom.
"Goku, what are you doing?!"
"I want you in the tub-"
"Kami! Not like last night, my body can't take it!"
The saiyan made a face. "I only meant that you need a hot bath."
Dark eyes sparkled as Goku stepped across ceramic tiles.
"And here I thought you were carrying me over the threshold" the z warrior teased.
"Baka" Goku snickered. "Into the tub with you" he lowered his lover into steaming water.
Yamcha sighed. "Aaahh. That's good" he sunk lower. Goku used the opportunity to tie a towel around his waist.
"Aren't you getting in with me?"
"There isn't enough room. Besides, I don't trust my control right now."
Yamcha motioned for him to stay. "Wait, don't leave. We need to talk."
Running his hands through his hair, Goku nodded. He sat at the tub's edge.
Yamcha sighed, looking him over. "Guess you know how _I_ feel."
The dark saiyan nodded. "I sensed your feelings last night."
"Ashiteru, Goku" Yamcha said softly, reaching out. Goku took his hand.
"Yamcha-"
"It's okay. I know you aren't in love with me, but can we see each other more?"
Goku gave that famous smile. "I'd like that. You know I care for you,
Yamcha."
"I know."
"I don't want to use you, either. Things are rather strained with me right now, the separation from Chi Chi and all."
Yamcha kissed his hand. "Listen, I'm a big boy. But I'm curious about one thing...you and Chi Chi seemed so happy. What happened?"
Swarthy features hardened under thick raven locks. "It's nothing I'm proud of...not the way it happened."
Yamcha sat up. "What happened? Tell me."
"She caught me with someone else...threatened to tell Gohan and Goten about it if I didn't pay a large settlement."
Yamcha swallowed. "You cheated? But...why? If you don't want to tell me I'll understand..."
Dark eyes closed briefly. "Our marriage was in trouble for some time.
Maybe we did it too young, I don't know."
Yamcha observed him keenly. "You grew apart?"
"I'm not sure we were ever 'together' in the truest sense. You probably don't know how I married her in the first place."
Yamcha blinked as he realized he didn't. "True, but I just thought it was love at first sight. At least it seemed that way."
"For her it was. Don't get me wrong, I liked her. But it wasn't passionate love or anything like that."
"Then why marry her!"
"Because it seemed like the right thing to do. She tricked me by extracting a promise, and her father was nearby. I couldn't back out on my word."
"Was she pregnant?"
Goku laughed. "No, nothing like that. She took advantage of my lack of sophistication. The next thing I knew I was walking down the aisle."
Yamcha grinned. "A sad history of men everywhere" he grew serious. "So it looks like a divorce?"
"Probably. There's no reconciling what I did with her."
Both men were silent a moment, lost in private thoughts. Yamcha finally spoke first.
"I have to ask you something, and you can tell me to back off if you want."
Goku's eyes narrowed. "Go ahead."
Yamcha looked down momentarily. "That scene last night with Vegeta...what was that all about?"
Goku gave him a sidelong glance, his face shaded. "A private dispute."
The handsome z warrior frowned. "To the point where he would risk being seen at a gay club?"
"I don't think he cared."
"His behavior was embarrassing."
"No. Vegeta rarely concerns himself with what people think."
"Apparently not, even when he acts like a jealous lover!"
Goku snapped wild eyes on him. "Where'd that come from, Yamcha!"
"I call it like I see it, Goku. That was one hell of a display. And all that talk about scenting me and claiming-"
"You've made your point" Goku growled gruffly, his teeth sharp. "Back off!"
"Fine, but I need to know what I'm getting into here."
Goku folded his arms. "Your call. I'm not forcing any relationship."
Yamcha felt a ripple of anger. "It was Vegeta."
Dark eyes went wide. "Nani?!"
Yamcha slapped at the water in frustration. "Damn, what a _fool_ I've been!! It would have to be him. He's taken everything else away from me-"
Goku cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse me? No one's stolen me from anyone!"
"You had an affair with Vegeta! That's why he wouldn't leave...he came to have it out with you!"
Goku stood. "You _are_ a fool, Yamcha. And as for the rest...I'm not Bulma!"
Yamcha winced as his bruises protested movement. "Stay right there!
If you're sleeping with him-"
"Enough of this bull" Goku moved to the door. "I'm sorry. Maybe we shouldn't get close...perhaps it's better just to stay friends."
"No wait! Gomen, Goku. But hear me out. He's no good for you."
The tall saiyan stared. "Are you insane? What are you yammering about, Yamcha?!"
Yamcha staggered to his feet. "Does he truly care for you, or is it just a thrill thing?"
"You said you'd back off" Goku warned. "So much for that promise."
Yamcha grabbed a towel, shaking his head. "I know I have no claim.
It's just...I love you. And I don't want to see you hurt by
that...that...bakayarou!!" his face reddened with rage.
"Yamcha" Goku saw the hurt in his face. He wrapped his arms around his friend.
Soft kiss. "Please stop this. My life is in transition right now, and I can't commit to anything or anyone. No exceptions!"
Dark eyes surveyed the saiyan. "No commitment? Hmm, that might give me some time..."
"What are you talking about?"
Another pulling kiss. "Only that Vegeta isn't the only game in town."
Goku threw his hands up. "Why do you keep going on about Vegeta?!"
Yamcha winked at him. "He won't win this time."
"I really don't want to talk about this anymore."
"Okay" Yamcha ran his fingers through Goku's thick mop. "I'm feeling a little less sore. You really wore me out, you know."
Slow smile. "Well, we saiyans never do things halfway."
Yamcha pulled Goku into the bedroom. "I've got a couple more questions for you."
xxxx
Goku cradled his lover in his arms as they sat on the floor. Yamcha nearly passed out during their fourth go round. The hot blooded saiyan licked his ear from behind.
"Nnmpfh. So have I answered your questions?"
The z warrior sat dazedly with his eyes crossed. "Hah?"
Goku nipped the nape of his neck. "No more questions?"
Yamcha fell against him in exhaustion. "I think..."
Goku tilted the dark head back. "Hey! You alright? You look pretty ragged out."
"Ah...I...uh...well..."
Sharp teeth clamped down on an ear. Yamcha howled with pain.
"Chikuso!! Stop biting me, dammit!!"
Goku purred, lashing his tail across golden thighs. "Gomen. I can't control it sometimes."
Yamcha squirmed at the ticklish black fur. "I need a freaking sensu bean" he flinched in Goku's arms. "Make it two..."
Goku held him tightly. "Later. Get some sleep."
Yamcha shifted, easing pressure on his backside. "Who can sleep? I'm half crippled and bitten to death!"
A chiseled nose buried itself in dark hair. "Relax" Goku slowly stroked Yamcha, purring soothingly.
"Are saiyans always so noisy when they do it?"
Another bite, near the shoulder this time. Yamcha cursed.
"That's it-" he hissed, attempting to push off.
Arms like bands of iron held him still. "Sleep" the purring reached a crescendo. Yamcha felt himself drifting off at the sound.
Eyelids fluttered as he lost consciousness. _Kill me, love me...what the hell..._
xxxx
Yamcha awoke to that delicious spicy scent that lulled his senses.
Turning over, he embraced his lover.
"Hmm. I think this could be habit forming."
Sultry eyes were lidded. "Yamcha...there's something else you should know about me."
A weary sigh of pleasure. "Let's see...you eat the people you love."
Goku snorted. "Very funny. One of the reasons I can't make any relationship decisions right now is because...I go into heat."
Yamcha sat up in shock. "You..._what??"_
A lazy yawn exposed perfect fangs. Yamcha cringed, remembering the biting.
"You heard me. Saiyans have a cycle where they have to mate."
Yamcha gulped. "Kami...I'm glad you're telling me all this _now."_
Goku pulled a sheet from the bed, covering them both. The two men snuggled.
Yamcha stroked the hot body next to his. "But why should that be a problem, if you're with someone you trust?"
"It would take more than that. They would need to have endurance and a tolerance for pain. Unfortunate but true."
Yamcha paled. "You mean like last night?"
Gentle laugh. "Hardly. I'm not...in heat right now."
Yamcha covered his eyes. "I don't want to know."
"I also get violent."
"Goku, are you trying to scare me off? Because if you are-"
"This is the truth, baka! Now maybe you'll understand my reluctance."
Yamcha was silent a moment. "But I don't get it...what about Chi Chi?"
"What about her" Goku snapped, his face darkening.
"Well..she handled it, right? Why couldn't I?"
"She didn't...not when I went into rut."
"What? What the hell did you do, then?"
"It's none of your buisness, Yamcha. I don't wish to discuss it."
Yamcha's expression softened. "Hey, let's not fight."
Goku smiled against his cheek. "I don't want to hurt you."
Soft kiss. "Don't worry about it."
xxxx
Goku showered and dressed. Yamcha walked him to the door.
"Pretty sunrise, don't you think?" rainbow beams filtered through the living room window.
Goku had a joyous expression. "Yeah. Great for flying."
Yamcha pulled him into a deep kiss. "Remember, I love you. If you need me, I'm here..."
Goku kissed his eyelids tenderly. "Arigatou. Do me a small favor and don't cut your hair again, okay?"
Yamcha beamed. "Hai."
The saiyan squeezed his hand and headed out. _Should I take a chance on him?_
Yamcha watched the man he loved most walk into the dawn. _Will he trust me enough to come back?_
The End