EDIT 9/28/10: Fixed the dialog spacing so it's easier to read.
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Vegeta reached the Son's house before Piccolo, and quickly erased the smile from his face, replacing the smile with his standard cold frown, even if he was still all warm and fuzzy on the inside. He sniffed in disgust as he glanced around and saw that almost everyone was drunk. Luckily, Bulma was moderately sober, even if she was giggling and couldn't seem to stop.
Piccolo landed behind him shortly after he made these observations. The Namek, too, reverted back to his usual manner. As he walked past Vegeta, however, he brushed his hand across the small of his back. It was very much like a silent reassurance; as if he was saying what had just happened was no big deal.
Vegeta almost smiled, but somehow resisted, not feeling up to questions. Weaving his way through the idiots, Vegeta finally found Bulma and managed to pull her away from ChiChi and 18. He stalked upstairs and said goodbye to his sons, see you in the morning, don't stay up too late (not like they'd listen), behave, all that sentimental shit.
Stalking back downstairs, he swept Bulma up onto his shoulder and blasted off towards their house. No way in hell was he going to drive the car. He didn't have a license, nor did he even know how to operate the machine. He growled slightly as Bulma continued to sing "Yellow Submarine" in a very shrill, out-of-tune voice right in his ear the entire hour and a half flight home.
"Dammit woman, SHUT UP!" He hissed. Bulma stopped, and then wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Sorry, Veggie. I'll stop."
He flinched slightly at the nickname, but otherwise ignored it. He landed in front of their house, and carried Bulma inside, careful not to hit her head on the door frame as he entered. He set her down on a chair in the kitchen, poured her some coffee, and went to look for some aspirin.
He came back downstairs and handed his wife the bottle. She smiled at him. "Thanks, babe."
Still a little tipsy obviously, Vegeta watched with mild amusement as she struggled with the cap, clearly not seeing the instructions on the top. Finally growing impatient, he grabbed the bottle and opened it for her, dumping 2 small pills into her open hand. She popped them in her mouth and washed them down with some coffee.
She went upstairs to change into some sleeping clothes, leaving Vegeta alone in the kitchen to think. His mind flashed back to the experience at the lake. He closed his eyes as he heard Piccolo's soft moans reverberate in his mind, sending coils of warmth worming through his stomach. He sat down heavily in the kitchen chair previously occupied by Bulma. He massaged his eyes, willing the images to go away.
Just thinking of the Namek's face as he gazed up at him made him groan, his pants growing too tight once again. 'What the hell was that? Me and the Namek? I don't know what I was thinking… God, honestly… ' He thought heatedly. Despite his inner-chastising, Vegeta couldn't stop his rapidly growing sexual need.
The feel of Piccolo's muscular body beneath his caused his breathing to speed up. His hand twitched as he resisted the urge to stroke himself right there in the kitchen. He groaned again and put his head on the table. He had to get rid of this tension somehow. He sat up, quickly thinking of an idea.
He took the stairs two at a time, heading for his bedroom. He opened the door slowly, finding Bulma sitting in bed reading by lamp light. She looked up and took her reading glasses off, giving Vegeta a confused look as he crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, gently taking the book from her hands and placing it on the bedside table.
"Vegeta?" She questioned quietly. He shushed her with a gentle kiss.
Her eyes opened wider. Vegeta NEVER kissed her. He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her closer. Her confusion faded and she melted into the sensation. Affection from Vegeta was too rare to take it for granted.
Vegeta pulled the sheets back and crawled on top of Bulma, trying to ignore the vivid images of a certain green man that intruded his mind. Their kissing deepened, and their clothes were soon on a pile on the floor. They had no need for modesty. They already had a kid so it's not like they've never done it before.
As Vegeta moved inside Bulma, he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. The high pitched noises that met his ears were nothing like the deep noises he had heard earlier. He didn't bother to stop his mind from wandering as he floated back in his memories. He shut his eyes and the sound of Piccolo's soft moans sounded fresh in his burning ears. A strangled moan left his throat, momentarily catching Bulma's attention. Vegeta was usually silent during sex. This surprised her, but she was quickly distracted.
Vegeta's mind began to paint a stunning scene. He imagined that, instead of the tight feeling around his member being Bulma, a large green hand was stroking him tenderly, holding him in his lap, covering his neck in harsh kisses and small bites. His breathing began to get uneven as the illustrations flooded his brain. Bulma faded from his mind and was replaced by the Namek.
When an image of a purple tongue gliding over his cock entered his mind, he lost it. Lucky for him, Bulma hit her orgasm seconds before he did, so he didn't feel so vulnerable. As both came back down from their highs, Vegeta crashed (blearily) back down to earth when he felt, not a hard, powerfully built body beneath him, but a soft curvy figure who was slowly calming down. He pulled carefully out of the female and, not wanting to spoil the perfect image he was feeding her, curled his arm around her waist and settled down next to her.
Bulma was asleep in mere minutes. Vegeta fought with himself as he tried to push the tantalizing thoughts from his head. Sighing, he gave up and fell asleep, dreaming of green skin and a tormenting purple tongue.
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After helping the Son's clean up the party, Piccolo headed back to the Lookout, his part-time home. He walked wordlessly past Mr. Popo, giving him a nod as usual. He said hello to Dende but didn't stop to chat. He needed some serious thinking time.
He shut and locked the door to his room, sinking down in his arm chair with a deep, relaxing breath. He toed off his shoes and kicked them to the side. He closed his eyes and thought back. The experience at the lake hadn't been one-sided, that much was clear.
'I don't need to be worrying… Vegeta started it, right?... So that means he doesn't suspect anything… right?'
He sighed. He didn't know what to think anymore. Things had gotten so complicated the past few years. Since when did he find Vegeta attractive? He was a GUY. That was… improper… was it not? He raised an eyeridge at himself. Perhaps… or perhaps it didn't matter to Vegeta. He didn't grow up on Earth like Piccolo had. Maybe things had been different on Planet Vegeta. He'd have to ask him later.
His brow creased. That wasn't the point. When did he start feeling like this? Seeing Vegeta sitting on him, sucking on his ear with his hands tangled in his gi had set him off. NOTHING set him off. He wasn't capable of such feelings… or so his uncle Kami had told him…
He put his head in his hands. Complicated was putting it lightly. Abruptly, Piccolo stood to his feet and took his turban and cape off, and walked to his mirrored wall. He used it for training, mostly for making sure his form was correct, and on occasion, for checking injuries.
He stared at himself in the reflection, looking over his body with an intense gaze. He took off his gi top and lightly ran his hands over his arms and chest, feeling every muscle, his frown deepening. His hands traveled down his chest to his abs, and then crept further.
He stopped. With a quick glance at the door, and seeing that it was locked, he untied his belt and let his pants slide to the ground. He stepped out of them and looked his naked body over, pausing at his crotch. He lightly touched the large appendage that had been steadily growing over the past few years.
He wasn't gonna lie. It had scared him shitless when it first started to appear. He had, for the first time in his life, ran, no, SPRINTED to Kami for answers. The elder man explained it to him calmly.
"Your body is adapting to this planet. On Planet Namek, such organs were unnecessary, but here, there are two genders, and each has its own genitals. Your body is simply choosing which gender it wishes to be."
Piccolo was aware that, because of his voice and body and general attitude, everyone used male pronouns when talking about him, but he could tell that they had a hard time wrapping their minds around the idea that he was actually genderless.
Up until recently. He continued to stare. Luckily for him, Vegeta had been sitting on his chest today, and not lower than that. He would have known for sure that something was up, but somehow he felt like Vegeta already knew. He closed his eyes and saw the Prince's blushing face as he looked down at him intently. It was almost as if he could feel exactly what he was feeling.
Piccolo sat down heavily on his bed, again staring at his penis. He groaned and fell back on the bed, covering his face with his arm. Unable to stop himself, he began touching himself, keeping Vegeta's face in his mind's eye. As he masturbated, he had one other thought.
He had a feeling that this was about to become much more complex then he could ever hope to imagine.
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A/N: The Yaoi Gods frown upon me on this day… -hides face in shame- BUT I HAD TO WRITE THAT PART WITH BULMA AND VEGETA! Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to see into Vegeta's head. Dude… this is a long chapter. Ah well. R&R please! The reviews keep the plot bunnies alive!