Hotshot: Yeah... I might had gotten a little carried away with this one and probably just saw it all the way through. Anyways, Enjoy!

Summary: Post-Cell, Pre-Buu. Vegeta beats the shit out of Yamcha, 17 isn't impressed.

Warnings/Tags: Protective!17, Kinda, No real confrontation, Vegeta being Vegeta

Yancha really should be use to pain by now.

He laid on his back, writhering with pain with Vegeta above him with that cocky smirk on his face. Okay, so maybe challenging him to a "friendly spar" was too much to ask for. Especially when Yamcha can clearly feel a broken rib and the bruises and gashes that littered all over his body.

...Yamcha will be in so much trouble when he gets home.

"This is why a weakling like you shouldn't challenge the prince of all saiyans, I could kill you." Vegeta stated, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face.

"Screw you." Yamcha growled, not in the mood for the other's comments.

"I'll gladly beat you more, unless you want to die."

"I rather you not." a voice stated after Yamcha heard someone land.

"Oh, hey 17." Yamcha looked over at the android who was giving him an unimpressed look. Yep, he is in big trouble when they get home.

"Now, if you don't mind...I need to take this idiot off of your hands." 17 walked over to the two and Vegeta scoffed.

"Whatever." he grunted before giving Yamcha a kick in the side, making the man let out a painful gasp.

"Refrain from doing that again."

Yamcha noticed that 17 was rather calm- which put him on edge. If 17 was calm in a situation like this, he knew instinctively that, if Vegeta keeps pushing it, things will end badly for the prince.

Yamcha forced himself to stand, wincing, before 17 gripped his waist, making the larger man lean against him. Once 17 put Yamcha's arm around his shoulders and the two were up into the air. The scarred man glanced at 17, who had a blank look and he swallowed nervously.

It didn't take long until the two got to the cabin and went in. 17 non-too-gently pushed Yamcha to the couch and rummaged through the cabinets until he found a small pouch and returned. He took out a bean and thrusted it into Yamcha's mouth, who obediently chewed and swallowed. The effects set in immediately, mending his ribs and other injuries.

Once he was fully healed, he felt a hand sharply slapped him in the back of his head, causing him to yelp. He looked up at 17 who was standing over him, icy blue eyes staring at him.

"Er...thanks…?" Yamcha stammered.

"You are the most idiotic human I have ever known." 17 snapped. "Going up against Vegeta?"

Yamcha cringed. "I know, I promise I won't do it again."

"You better."

"I'll make it up to you."

17 became quiet before a slow smirk crept on his face. "Good, I know just how you can."

Yamcha soon found himself being being dragged up the stairs and to their bedroom- only to get pushed down on the bed, his torso now free from his ripped gi. 17 wasted no time to straddled his waist while he was freeing his tucked shirt and tugged it over his head and threw it onto the floor along with his gloves and armband.

Yamcha wasted no time and switched their positions and he began to nip and bite at 17's throat while his hand fumbled with the other's belt.

Making it up to him this way wasn't so bad, maybe he should ask Vegeta to spar more often.

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