A/N: Hey guys! This author's note is going to be a bit longer than usual. I need to discuss a few things before we move along.

First of all, I want to apologize for not mentioning this story is much more explicit than Everybody Loves Goku! On Archive of Our Own, this story is rated 'Explicit', while the original is rated 'Mature'. This website doesn't have such a distinction. So heads up now if you're sensitive to that kind of thing.

Second, I realize it's unfair I didn't alert anyone Yamcha would be intimate with Goku and Vegeta. But as I write this story, I want to fill it with unexpected twists and turns with an eventual payoff. So that means I can't tell you what direction the story is going in without major spoilers. What I can say is that as a writer, please trust me! This story is still about Vegeta and Goku's love for each other. Just because there are a few…detours along the way doesn't mean the pairing is going to change. I hope you'll be entertained by the time we make it to the end of this journey!

Okay, enough of my rambling. On to the story! Thanks so much for all of the reviews, by the way. :] They help me write faster!

Everybody Loves Vegeta, Too!

Part Twelve

Vegeta hated enclosed spaces. And he hated dancing. The moment Yamcha, Goku, and he stepped inside the nightclub, something or someone was bound to piss him off and send him off the deep end. It was just a matter of time, really. All he could hope for was that whenever it happened, he wouldn't have to get his hands too dirty.

Sweat. Hair spray. Makeup. Spilled booze. Perfume. All of the smells mingled in the thick air, assaulting his senses. Before leaving the apartment for their little excursion, he'd taken his sweater off and stuck to wearing his undershirt. The simple act could save it from being ruined by drunken idiots trying to dance. But even without the sweater on, it was still hot as hell inside the venue. The first thing he wanted to do was find a booth to plant his ass in, away from all the dancing.

Yamcha tugged both him and Goku to a table. "Do you two want drinks?" he asked.

Vegeta shook his head no. Next to him, Goku shook his head up and down. "Yes. Something sweet!"

Typical that he wants a girly drink, Vegeta thought soberly. He glared at the people dancing on the floor and took notice that most of them were young men. I guess he wouldn't be the only one, though.

"I'll be back!" Yamcha flashed a toothy smile, and wandered off.

"Oh Vegeta," Goku cried. He grabbed onto Vegeta's arm. "I'm so nervous!"

"Are you saying you want to back out?" Vegeta felt disappointed to hear that, but any prospect of leaving the sweaty club was starting to look appealing.

"No, no." In the dim blue light, Vegeta saw a blush rise in Goku's cheeks. "It's just that on the way here I thought more about it. He's going to see what we look like naked!"

Vegeta smiled. "That's the point."

"But that's not even the end of it!" Goku squeezed harder on Vegeta's arm. "He's going to…you know…"

"Fuck us? Yes, I know. That's the only reason I bothered coming to this shithole." Vegeta leaned his elbow on the table. Ugh! Sticky residue clung to his skin, and he pulled his arm back to his chest.

"I've never done it with another guy, Vegeta!"

Vegeta suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Perhaps Goku's fear wasn't completely unfounded. Today was the first time a man other than himself showed him sexual interest. Ideally, Goku would accept the night of sexual freedom he was being given. "Would it make you feel better if I make sure we both take care of you, no matter what happens?"

"That's nice of you." Goku kissed him. "I can't promise I'll stop being nervous, though!"

Before Vegeta could kiss him back, he was interrupted. Two girls, probably in their early 20s, walked up to their table. They were curvy, bubbly, and hobbling along in six-inch heels. "Hey, cutie!" said the tall one in the front. "Come dance with us!"

Goku pointed at his own chest. "Me?"

You can't be serious! No. NO! Not this time! Vegeta rose from the table. "He won't be dancing tonight."

"He wooon't?" whined the curvy tall girl.

"No. But I will."

Goku's eyes bulged from his head. "You will?!"

Both girls glanced at each other, telepathically using their feminine powers to come to a decision. "Uh, okay! Why not!" said the short girl.

Vegeta let them drag him into the middle of the dance floor. Goku stared at Vegeta's receding form as he was sucked deep into the crowd of the party. All of the anger, disgust, shame, and fear Vegeta held onto lay just under the surface. But what option did he have? If these girls wanted to dance, they were going to have to deal with him and like it.

Goku's stomach dropped. He half-stood to follow after Vegeta into the crowd. Yamcha showed up with two large cocktails in both hands.

"Hey, you." Yamcha settled down next to Goku. He passed the drink over to him. "Where's Vegeta?"

Goku titled his head in the direction they walked away in. "He's dancing with two girls right now."

"Whoa, Vegeta? Dancing? He made such a big deal about not wanting to come here."

"I know, right!" Goku crossed his arms and pushed his bottom lip out like an angry toddler.

"Let him have fun. He'll be fine." Yamcha pressed himself closer to Goku and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Don't you want to keep me company?"

"Ah…Yeah…" Goku sipped on his drink. The nervous coil of energy in his stomach from earlier returned. How could Yamcha act like this was normal?

"You should relax, Goku." Yamcha flashed him another toothy smile. Even in the dark, noisy club his charm was palpable. "I'm not so scary."

"I'm not scared! It's just…All of this stuff is new for me." Goku slowly leaned against Yamcha's chest. "I've only ever had sex with Vegeta. I mean, if we're talking about guys."

"So you are new."

Goku crinkled his nose. "Are you gay now, Yamcha? I never knew you liked men."

Yamcha leaned close enough to rest his head against Goku's. "Goku, you've known me long enough to know I adore women. So no, I'm not gay."

Goku couldn't quite wrap his mind around that. "Really?"

"Nah. I'm more, ya know…" He swiveled his flat palm in the air like a see-saw."I can go either way, but have just as much fun."

"Oh, wow." Goku sucked down the rest of his drink. "I never knew you felt that way."

"I didn't explore more until after Bulma and I broke up." He grinned. "Which brings up a good question. What's up with you and Vegeta? Did you propose to him or something?"

"Huh? Propose?"

"He's wearing two rings. One of them is a wedding band."

"Oooh, that." Goku laughed. "Long story short, I…found it."

"So he's your fiancé now?"

"No way! Vegeta would never marry me!"

"Then why is he sporting a wedding band? Don't tell me you gave him the other ring too."

Goku rubbed the back of his head. "They're just gifts. It's no big deal." Goku imagined himself running down an aisle in a wedding dress. Yep…he'd definitely be the one to wear the dress. Dammit, Vegeta, why wouldn't YOU be the one to wear the dress?

"Fine. I won't get all up in your business." Yamcha winked. "Until later, that is."

Goku sighed. Time to nip this in the bud. He loved Yamcha, but the guy always forgot how easily Goku saw past his bravado. Part of Yamcha would always be that 16-year-old boy who became paralyzed around women. "You sure like to talk tough, Yamcha." Goku tugged on the front of his shirt until their noses pressed together. "If you ask me, you're a bit too confident. Have you even thought about what Vegeta and I are going to do with you later?"

Yamcha blushed. The charade fell. "Hahaha, what do you mean?" He had that goofy smile again.

Goku gulped down his shyness. "We don't tire easily. So you better keep up."

"Umm, I'll try my best!"

Goku giggled. "See, you're just as nervous as I am!" He kissed Yamcha on the mouth. "You don't have to pretend around me."

"Heh." Yamcha ran his hand up Goku's side to tickle under his arm.

Goku growled at the attack. "What are you doin—" Yamcha kissed him again, pressing him against his chair. Oh gods. Yamcha's other hand trailed around his hip to his crotch. His forefinger and thumb rubbed against Goku's length until the pressure built behind his zipper. The urge to unzip himself to let Yamcha have his way with him almost overwhelmed Goku. He could probably get away with it, too. No one would notice if he got a quickie under the table…

"Mm, Yamcha," Goku moaned, breaking the momentum of their making out. "Unzip my pants."

Yamcha raised his eyebrows. "Yeah?"

Goku nodded, then pressed their mouths together again. Yamcha didn't waste a moment undoing Goku's pants and shimming his hand into the denim. Goku shifted in his chair a bit to spread his legs farther open as Yamcha pulled his cock out. Yamcha laughed into his mouth as he stroked Goku under the table.

Goku mentally cursed himself. What was he going to do, just come all over his pants once he finished? The longer Yamcha's magnificent hand job lasted, the more his resolve left him. He lifted his hips up off the chair. "Ah, Yamcha," he whispered after breaking their kiss. "I'm close."

Yamcha moved to bite down on Goku's neck. Goku laughed at the absurdity of getting jerked off by Yamcha in public. His glazed eyes looked out onto the dance floor to see if they'd caught any unwanted attention.

The crowd parted for a few seconds. Far away he spotted Vegeta.

What the fuck! What is Vegeta doing! "Stop, Yamcha!"

Yamcha pulled away from his neck. "What's wrong?"

Goku stuffed himself back into his pants. "I have to get Vegeta," he growled.

Yamcha whined. "Right now…?"

"Yeah. I'll be back." Goku pulled himself from Yamcha's embrace. He ventured into the sweating crowd of wiggling bodies.

Vegeta wondered how long these two girls would keep him trapped on the dance floor. Once they reached the very middle of the room, he realized there was little hope for escape. He was going to have to ride this one out, no matter what.

The tall girl next to him grabbed his ass. "Hey!" he yelled.

"Hehe! Come here!" She pulled him flush against her crotch before bending him over.

"What are you—?" He hissed as she ground her wide hips against his ass.

"What's your name?" she screamed over the music.

Vegeta cringed. "It's Vegeta."

"Vegetable? Weird name! I'm Lisa!" She continued to grind her crotch against him. His eyes caught a pair of men dancing closely with each other in a similar fashion. Is this what counts as dancing on Earth? Just fucking with your clothes on? The shorter girl he met earlier stood in front of him, twisting and gyrating in cadence with the bass-heavy music bleeding from the speakers.

I suppose I could try. Vegeta followed Lisa's rhythm. His hips swayed along with hers.

She tightened her fingers around his waist. "Wow, you're really good, Vegetable!"

"Thanks."

Halfway through the song playing, Lisa discovered Vegeta had the body of a god. Thus, began the groping. Vegeta pitied her; it was obvious she'd never touched a man's body like his before. She gasped every time her long nails grazed over a chiseled muscle. "Oh my God," she squeaked once she reached his eight-pack.

"Pull yourself together, Lisa," Vegeta responded with a smug grin on his face.

The shorter girl took advantage of his distraction and shoved his face into her chest. "C'mon, motorboat me!"

"What—!" Her breasts slapped against his face, nearly suffocating him. How old were these girls anyway?! They were children to him, yet one had basically humped his ass and the other demanded he go to second base with her. They were very, very different from any of the young people he'd been in contact with since being on Earth.

Fuck this. He spun the shorter girl around and pulled her to his chest. She tittered nervously, bending over and grinding her ass against him.

Here he was. Sandwiched between two young women who assumed he was just another gay man they felt safe pressing their boobs and butts against. They probably thought he wasn't much older than them, either. Had they known the crimes he'd committed in his lifetime, they would run for the hills. This isn't so bad, having this kind of attention. The shorter girl in front of him dropped her hands to her knees and twerked like her life depended on it.

"Hey—Uh, excuse me—!"

Vegeta turned his head. Goku was pushing himself toward the middle of the crowd, looking pissed.

"Oh, hi!" Lisa released a hand from Vegeta's waist to wave at Goku. "Did you come to join us?"

"No, I didn't. I came to collect my boyfriend."

"Already? We were just getting into it!" Lisa splayed her fingers and ran her hands from Vegeta's nipple down to his thigh. "Vegetable is having a fun time, aren't you?"

"Sure." Vegeta smirked down at the short girl's backside wiggling in front of him. Definitely not a view I get to see often.

Goku bared his teeth. "We can dance alone just fine!" He grabbed Vegeta's hand and pulled him away from the twerk sandwich.

Vegeta trailed behind Goku to a different part of the dance floor. "Kakarot, what's gotten into you?"

"I saw you." Vegeta had never seen this look on Goku's face. It was indecipherable. "Did you like that, Vegeta? How they touched you?"

Vegeta stared up at him. "You're not…jealous. Are you?"

Goku blushed and looked away. "I can dance like that too, you know!"

I can't believe it. I never thought I'd see the day. "Fine. Let's dance, if that's what you really want."

The strange look fell from Goku's face. He pulled Vegeta close to his chest. His hands roamed down to Vegeta's waist, gently pressing them together. Goku wasn't as erratic and wild as the young girls, but the sensual way he moved didn't go unnoticed by Vegeta. The focused, rhythmic way his hips moved made Vegeta feel a bit hot under the collar.

Vegeta cupped his hand under Goku's ass. Goku didn't seem to mind at all. "I've always wanted to dance with you," Goku sighed into his neck.

Vegeta smiled. Dancing was a foreign thing to him, as was the desire to dance with someone else. "Do you like this place?" he asked.

"It's okay. I think it's weird there're so many guys here."

Vegeta laughed. He didn't bother trying to explain they were, in fact, in a gay dance club. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed Yamcha would be the kind of person to frequent a place such as this.

Goku's strong hold on him placed him in a meditative state. Bodies slick with sweat bumped against him, but he didn't mind as much now. Goku's large arms made him feel safe. Drowsy, he rubbed the golden band on his middle finger with his thumb. Please don't let me go, Kakarot.

Goku leaned down to speak into Vegeta's ear. "It's getting pretty late. Maybe it's time to head back."

He was so close, Vegeta could feel the curve of his smiling lips against the side of his face. "Sure," he responded. Goku led them back through the crowd to their table.

Yamcha waved his arms in the air to flag them over. "You guys tired already?" he asked.

"We're ready to get back," Goku said. Vegeta studied his face and saw Goku was ruddy, probably from drinking.

Yamcha flashed another award-winning smile. "I'm ready if you are."

Goku was sure his heart was going to pound out of his chest. All three of them stood in front of Yamcha's front door as he fumbled to fish his keys out of his pocket. "Here we go," he mumbled as the key slid into the lock.

They stepped into the dark apartment. Yamcha closed the door behind them. He erupted into a sudden fit of giggles. "So…"

Vegeta made the first move. He grabbed onto Yamcha's shirt and pushed him backwards toward the bedroom. In one quick motion, Vegeta slid the shirt above Yamcha's head and flung it into a corner. Goku breathed out in relief he didn't have to be the initiator. He watched Yamcha step backwards in unison with Vegeta, until they crashed into a wall. Vegeta kissed him while Yamcha fumbled around to open his bedroom door. Once inside, Yamcha flicked the light switch on. A shaft of light spilled from the room back into the hallway.

Goku paused. This is it. Once I go in there, things are going to be different from now on. Somewhere deep inside of himself, his conscious cried out. Was it really a good idea to go through with this? Could it really be this easy to have sex with a friend he knew since he was twelve years old? What if he ruined their friendship? And if Bulma ever found out—

No. I'm just here to have fun. She doesn't have to know anything. Goku held his breath, and stepped over the threshold into Yamcha's bedroom.

The first thing he noticed was that it was shamefully huge. In the middle of the room sat a king-sized bed covered with a golden, fluffy duvet. Alongside the wall was another leather couch similar to the one in the living room. The left side of the room opened up to a large bathroom with giant glass shower doors in the far back. Geez, that thing looks like it was made for an audience.

"Kakarot, take his pants off," Vegeta said between breaths. He adorned Yamcha's neck with kisses, and busied his hands with unzipping his fly.

Goku shook his head. Here he was checking the room out, while everyone else was getting the show on the road. With the precision of performing brain surgery, he carefully pulled Yamcha's jeans down until they pooled around his ankles. "Wow, Yamcha!" he gasped.

Yamcha looked down. "Whuh?"

Goku licked his mouth. "It's just, um." Goku laughed nervously. He slid Yamcha's boxers down to join his pants around his ankles. "Wowee," he said, almost too shy to keep his eyes open.

"Kakarot is trying to say you're hung."

"Oh! Haha." Yamcha smiled down at Goku.

Tentative, Goku licked the tip. Not only was it big, but it was different. He'd never seen a circumcised penis up close before. He grabbed the base of Yamcha's shaft, thinking of how different he looked and felt from Vegeta. He sucked on the head until Yamcha moaned. Yamcha ran a hand through Goku's scalp, gently tugging on the hair as Goku inched his mouth over him.

Ooh. Having such a huge dick in his mouth turned him on a little. He worked his tongue over each vein, pleasuring in how different he tasted in his mouth. In the back of his mind he wondered if he looked at hot as when Vegeta deep-throated him a few days ago.

"Ah, shit." Yamcha gently tugged on his hair again. Goku laughed and let it vibrate the thick cock in his mouth.

Above him, Vegeta was taking his own clothes off and leaving them in a heap on the carpet. He left Yamcha and came behind Goku, grasping desperately at the hem of his shirt. Goku struggled to keep Yamcha in his mouth as Vegeta pulled his pants and shoes off. "Kakarot, I need you," he said. Goku groaned and dropped Yamcha's dick out of his mouth with a loud, wet pop. Vegeta pulled Goku's shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked.

Yamcha lazily rose his arm in the air to point at his night table. "There's lube in the drawer." Goku took him in his mouth again, making Yamcha's legs buckle. He sat onto the edge of the bed, hands still glued to Goku's scalp.

Goku vaguely heard Vegeta get up and rustle around the room, before returning with two wet fingers against his asshole. "Ah!" Goku gasped. He got on all fours, rocking to and fro as Vegeta slowly pressed his fingers into him. He deep-throated Yamcha in rhythm.

"Hold still," Vegeta said behind him. Goku's stomach tightened in anticipation. It'd been so long since Vegeta had taken him. With his eyes clenched shut, he suckled on Yamcha as Vegeta slowly pushed into him. After a few long, languid strokes, Goku acclimated to the stretching. A low whine came from his throat. He cried out Vegeta's name, but it only came out as a low gargle.

"Fuck!" Vegeta's fingers dug into Goku's hips for leverage. He pounded hard into the larger Saiyan, almost knocking both him and Yamcha over. Goku knew Vegeta had been itching to do this to him again, so he wasn't going to let Goku off easy.

Goku's eyes rolled into this back of his head once his prostate was hit. "Uh, gods," he groaned. Yamcha was thrusting into his mouth now. More than anything, he wished he could look in a mirror to see what being skewered looked like. Above him, Yamcha and Vegeta Eiffel-towered him by giving each other an enthused high-five. Real funny, guys.

Vegeta chuckled. "If only you could see the look on Yamcha's face right now."

Goku struggled to look up. Yamcha was panting with his mouth wide open.

"Do you like the way I fuck him?" Vegeta asked, short of breath himself. "Kakarot loves it."

"I can see that," Yamcha said, voice low and scratchy.

The sound of Vegeta smacking his lips filled Goku's ears. "Are you about to come?"

Yamcha screwed his eyes shut. "Fuck yeah."

Vegeta slowed his pace to a crawl. "Kakarot, do you want to get fucked by your friend?"

"Mmhm!" Goku mumbled. All of his apprehensions and doubts had melted away long ago. It was too late to go back now.

Vegeta and Yamcha pulled out of Goku at the same time. Goku panted on all fours, exhilaration coursing through his veins. Blood rushed to his head. As much as he loved sucking cock, he damn near suffocated. Vegeta crawled up from the floor and switched positions with Yamcha. Goku reached out to touch him, but Vegeta pushed his hand away. "No," he said, curt. He crawled backwards onto the bed with his hand on his dick. Goku watched Vegeta smile back at him while he jerked himself off.

"Vegeta…" Goku moved to touch any part of Vegeta's body he could reach. He'd never seen Vegeta touch himself before. It was so mesmerizing, the way Vegeta's dark eyes swallowed him whole.

Yamcha pulled Goku backwards until the tip of his dick pressed against his entrance. Oh, Yamcha. Right! Goku grabbed the edge of the bedspread. The first thrust hurt like hell. Goku was wet enough from Vegeta for Yamcha to slide in with little resistance, but the pain was too much. "Ah, Yamcha!" Goku buried his face into the bedspread in front of him. Shit, he is going to tear me in two!

"Jesus," Yamcha mumbled. He lifted Goku's hips up, then pounded into him at a different angle. "You're fucking tight, Goku."

Hearing his human name drove him into a frenzy. So this is what it's like, being with another man. Vegeta was wildly licking his lips now, something he rarely did for longer than a few seconds. Goku wanted to get Vegeta so excited, he could barely contain himself. "Harder, Yamcha," he panted. He gulped down the spit in his mouth. The pain had ebbed away to be replaced with blinding pleasure, so he was starting to drool.

Yamcha grunted. He wrapped his arms around Goku's torso, then tilted them both backwards onto the floor. Goku threw his head back and cried out once they landed. Yamcha lay flat on his back with his hands planted on Goku's hips.

Goku moved up and down to ride him, but Yamcha stilled him by digging his fingers in his hips. "Let me do it," he groaned. Using his hands, he bounced Goku up and down on his cock.

Vegeta crawled to the edge of the bed to get a closer look at both of them. The shadowy look on his face earlier was gone. His mouth went slag. Goku smiled at his reaction. "Gods Vegeta, he's so deep!" Goku gasped every time Yamcha brought him back down to fill him whole again.

"Yes," Vegeta said. Goku didn't know what the affirmation was for, but Vegeta's hand was busy playing with himself. Goku wanted to read his mind, wanted to badly know just how turned on he was by watching them.

"Fuck, Goku!" Yamcha arched his back off the floor. With his final few thrusts, Goku felt warm cum fill him, then dribble down onto Yamcha's stomach. A low growl emitted from Yamcha's throat. He lolled his head over onto the carpet. "Jesus, you felt so fucking good."

Goku pulled his gaze away from Vegeta. Wincing, he let Yamcha slide out of him. He rolled over to rest against Yamcha's chest. "That was…" He paused to catch his breath. He pecked Yamcha several times on his soft mouth. "Incredible."

Yamcha, all puckered out, could only chuckle softly beneath Goku's weight. As Goku continued to kiss him, he blushed. "Oh, Goku."

Goku sensed Vegeta moving toward them before Yamcha did. Another shock of adrenaline shot through his body. Yamcha had been spoiled by Goku's sweetness during sex. But he didn't know what Vegeta was like at all. Goku knew the Price wasn't going to just sit around and let another man cuddle him after sex.

Vegeta fell to his knees beside Yamcha's head. "Did you enjoy my Kakarot?"

Goku shuddered. He called me his Kakarot!

Yamcha nodded in response to Vegeta, still dazed from the sex.

"Good." Vegeta pumped himself furiously, until he spurted all over Yamcha's face.

"Hey—!" Yamcha grit his teeth. Vegeta's cum coated his face in thick ropes. Yamcha rolled his eyes and waited patiently for Vegeta to finish. "Asshole. Did you have to do that?"

"It looks good on you," Vegeta laughed. He pried Goku from Yamcha's broad chest. "Come here."

Dreamily, Goku followed Vegeta onto the large bed. Vegeta pulled him into a slow, sultry kiss. "How do you feel?"

"Good," Goku said. He lay on top of Vegeta. "Really tired."

"Eugh. I'll be back," Yamcha grumbled. The cum was dripping from his chin onto his chest. He hobbled over to the bathroom sink to clean himself.

"Pretty Boy wasn't considerate enough to think of your needs." Vegeta planted a final kiss on Goku's forehead, before crawling down to suck him off.

Goku pressed his head back into one of Yamcha's fluffy pillows. He twirled Vegeta's strands of hair between his fingers. His toes curled as Vegeta expertly sucked him from base to tip. "Mm, Yamcha, are you done over there yet?"

Yamcha turned around, clutching a maroon towel against his face. "Oh," he said, surprised to see Vegeta already working Goku's body over again. He dropped the towel and climbed back on the bed.

Goku grabbed his hand. "Touch me," he said. Yamcha leaned down and trailed his tongue against Goku's right nipple. Under his touch the pink nub hardened. Goku found himself caught in a fit of gasps—one whenever Vegeta sucked all the way back up to his head, and another every time Yamcha stopped to blow cool air against his nipple.

Goku bit down his lip as his orgasm rocked him to the core. The sound that ripped from his mouth was unrecognizable to him. He was wailing, and couldn't stop. Vegeta still sucked on him after he'd cum, and he could barely stand it. "Vegeta, stop!" Goku groaned.

Vegeta pulled his mouth away, laughing. "I love hearing you sing."

Goku rolled his head to the side. Like a dog, he panted with his tongue hanging out his mouth. "Shit!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Vegeta crawled up Goku's chest. He lay his head against Goku's heart. "Don't worry. You're still alive."

"Barely." Goku pulled Yamcha's face to the opposite side of his chest, then rubbed his hands through both men's hair. When no one spoke for a long while, Goku closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The low thrumming of Goku's heart almost lulled Vegeta to sleep. The moment his eyes closed, he felt Yamcha kiss him. "I'm going outside for a smoke. Want to join me?"

Vegeta slowly lifted himself from Goku's chest. "Sure." Both he and Yamcha crept slowly out of the bedroom.

Yamcha led him outside a sliding door onto the balcony. After closing the door behind them, he grabbed the pack of smokes and lighter sitting on the nearby metal latticework table. "Pretty good, huh?" He lit his cigarette, sucked, and then passed it to Vegeta.

Vegeta stared at the burning stick in front of him. "Kakarot doesn't want me to smoke anymore."

"Oh." Yamcha pulled his hand away, but Vegeta grabbed onto his wrist.

"But he's not here right now, is he." He slid the cigarette from Yamcha's palm, and took a deep drag. Almost as good as the sex, he thought. The nicotine tasted sublime.

"Hey Vegeta." Yamcha had an edge in his voice Vegeta didn't like. "Do you ever bottom?"

"No," he lied.

Yamcha laughed. "Didn't think so." He took his cigarette back from Vegeta. "I never saw Goku as the type to enjoy it either. Boy, was I wrong about that."

"Hnn." Vegeta gazed out at the sound nearby. The water glistened from the moonlight. A lighthouse sat silhouetted in the distance, its cone of light spinning around in a slow circle. "Do you do this often? Bring a bunch of men here and show them a good time?"

"No." Yamcha smiled, and his teeth shined in the moonlight. "It's usually women."

"And your cat friend? She's okay with this?"

Yamcha's face turned dark. "Puar?"

"Yes. Puar. Who the fuck else would your cat friend be?"

"No, she's not happy with it." Yamcha stared out into the water. "Not happy with it one bit."

Vegeta felt…uneasy. The realization dawned on him: the whole time he'd been over here, Yamcha hadn't mentioned Puar once. Even stranger, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of the cat. "I thought she lived with you. Where is she now?"

"How the hell should I know." Yamcha threw both arms up in the air. "She's her own woman. She can do whatever she wants!"

"Okay…" So Vegeta had to steer away from the topic of the cat. That was fine with him. Something about the way Yamcha reacted to just hearing her name skeeved Vegeta out, so he was thrilled to change the topic. He took Yamcha's cigarette away from him again.

"So what's up with the wedding band?" Yamcha asked.

"Oh, this?" Vegeta looked down at the glimmering ring. "This hick called us faggots. So Kakarot broke his finger and stole his ring."

"Whoa." Yamcha grinned. "How romantic. It's kind of like he proposed to you."

"Maybe a fucked up proposal. I like the other ring better." Vegeta held up his opposite hand to show off the shining ring that resembled a planet.

"Sounds like you two are pretty serious. Are you in love with him?"

Vegeta frowned. "I am."

"Aww!" Yamcha squeezed his shoulder, which Vegeta flinched away from. "I hope you aren't mad I pounded your boo's butt."

"Don't flatter yourself. Just because you have a big dick doesn't mean you know how to use it." Vegeta took one final puff off the cigarette, then crushed it into the ashtray on the table. "Let me show you how it's done."

"What makes you think I'd want to bottom?"

Vegeta shrugged. "If you're not interested, I'll just wake Kakarot up and we can head home."

"Uh!" Yamcha blushed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I'm down for anything tonight!"

Vegeta smirked. "Let's get back to it, then."

"Hold it. Take one of these." He picked up a small, blue plastic case from the table. "They're breath mint strips."

Vegeta opened his mouth. Yamcha placed the translucent strip onto his tongue. The minty flavor made his taste buds tingle, erasing any lingering hint of smoke. Afterward, they walked back inside. Yamcha grabbed Vegeta's ass as they opened the door to the bedroom, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Jackass!

"Hey guys," Goku said. He was looking at his phone. "I hope you don't mind if I borrow your charger, Yamcha. I just needed to text Goten and let him know I'm okay."

"What the hell, Kakarot? We're in the middle of a threesome, and you're thinking about your kid?"

Goku shrugged. "I thought we were done!"

"Not at all. So put that thing away."

Goku placed the phone down on the bed. He sniffed the air. "Did you two just smoke?"

Yamcha and Vegeta exchanged looks. "It was me," Yamcha volunteered. He crawled onto the bed, slowly scaling up Goku's body.

Vegeta followed in suit, planting kisses all the way up Goku's thigh and ribcage. "Kakarot," he whispered. "Yamcha told me he wanted you inside of him."

Yamcha made a strangled noise. Goku smiled. "Is that true, Yamcha?"

"I…Sure…"

"Alright. Let's do it!" Goku rose from the bed with a burst of new energy. "Where's the lube?"

Vegeta laughed. "Not going to give him the special treatment with your tongue?"

"No way. I'm too excited to wait!" Goku crawled over the tangle of limbs on the bed searching for the bottle of lube. "Found it!"

"You're really excited about this," Yamcha said. Vegeta enjoyed seeing the apprehension all over his face. He was all gung-ho when Goku was docile and on the receiving end. Now he was going to truly experience what sex with a Saiyan was like.

"Ooh, I have a cool idea." Goku popped open the bottle, and squirted out a large glob of the stuff onto his palm. "Get on your back and I'll show you!"

"Okay…" Yamcha scooted over on the bed, and lay on his back. Goku crawled in front of him while slathering himself with the lubricant. All Vegeta did was lay on his side to watch the show in utter amusement.

"Does this hurt?" Goku slid one slick finger into Yamcha.

He inhaled. "No." His lips curled downward once Goku pushed another finger in and stretched him. "Ah-ow…"

"It's okay. It hurts a lot before it starts feeling good."

"I know that, Goku." He wrapped his arms around his knees and pulled them against his chest. Vegeta watched Yamcha shiver as Goku continued to scissor him. After a few minutes of getting worked up, Yamcha purred. "That's feels good," he sighed.

Goku took that as his cue. He pulled his fingers out, then pushed forward to enter him. Yamcha squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation.

"Stop being such a baby," Vegeta said. "Kakarot, hurry it up. I want my turn!"

"Don't rush me, Vegeta!" Goku stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth. He pushed slowly into Yamcha.

"Ah!" Yamcha gasped. Goku rocked shallow thrusts in and out of him.

"Oh, wow." Goku blushed and turned to look at Vegeta. "He feels different from you!"

Vegeta nearly fell off the bed. "Shut-up! What do you mean!"

Yamcha laughed in short bursts. "I thought you said never bottomed, Vegeta!"

"Oh, shut-up the both of you!"

"Vegetaaa," Goku drawled. "He feels so good. Mm." He rocked deeper into Yamcha's ass, and clenched his eyes shut. "Kami…"

Glad to be over the mild annoyance from earlier, Vegeta let himself smile again. Watching Goku enjoy himself turned him on in a way he'd never knew existed before tonight. Yamcha's loud moaning didn't help with his "condition", either. He was hard at stone now.

Suddenly, Goku pulled himself out. "Wow!" He curled his index finger to beckon Vegeta closer to him. "Come 'ere, Veggie."

Vegeta crawled across the bed. "Yes? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, uh…" Goku grinned stupidly, scratching the back of his head. Vegeta wanted to point out how silly he looked with that particular expression on his face and with his dick out. "If Yamcha's okay with it…I wanted us to try doing him at the same time."

"What!" Yamcha screeched. "No way! That's not even possible!"

Vegeta rubbed his chin in mock contemplation. "And how do you think we should go about accomplishing that?"

"I was thinking," Goku said, his face now as serious as humanely possible, "one of us could be below him, and the other on top. Yamcha could be in between both of us. That way we can both get inside."

"Oh hell no. No way I'm doing this sober." Yamcha leaned over the side of the bed and dug around in his nightstand. "I'm downing some tequila first."

Goku laughed. "Come on, Yamcha! I'm sure it won't be that bad!"

"He's not like you and me," Vegeta said. He watched Yamcha unscrew the bottle of tequila and down several large gulps of it. "He is human, after all."

Yamcha finished sucking down the rest of the bottle. He threw it across the room, and it landed with a heavy thud on the carpet. "Alright. Come on, then!"

"Okay…First, Vegeta, scoot to the edge of the bed, then get on your back. Then Yamcha, you sit on him."

Vegeta grabbed the lube at the end of the bed and coated himself. He followed Goku's instructions and hung his legs off the edge of the bed. He grinned up at Yamcha as the baseball player swung his leg across him, and hovered above. "Fuck you Vegeta, stop laughing!"

"Come on, Pretty Boy. Sit on it." Like kids on a playground, Vegeta stuck his tongue out at him.

Yamcha lowered himself down onto Vegeta's cock. He puffed out a huge breath of air. "Shit." He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Vegeta's neck.

"Okay, here I come!" Goku cried. He got up and stood between Vegeta's legs.

Vegeta chuckled. "Kakarot, you're so—" He choked. Instantly, he dug his fingernails into Yamcha's back. The space inside Yamcha filled up fast with Goku's own girth. "Ah!" Vegeta groaned. He hadn't considered what it'd feel like to have Goku rubbing against him inside Yamcha as well, and it felt luxurious.

"Goku!" Yamcha panted. "I can't—!"

"It's okay." Goku massaged Yamcha's back in slow circles. "Don't worry, you're doing fine."

"Mmrg!" Yamcha twisted his head so it buried into Vegeta's neck.

Part of Vegeta wanted to feel sorry for the human. He'd walked straight into this, naively thinking sex with him and Goku would be a walk in the park. "Relax," Vegeta said. But he could follow his own advice. Goku's slow thrusting was driving him crazy!

Finally, Goku pushed himself all the way in. "Whoaaa," he breathed out slowly. His hips were flush against Yamcha.

The rest was a blur of gasps, moans, and eventual screams in Vegeta's memory. Goku really outdid himself and screwed Yamcha hard enough to send the bed crashing into the wall. Everything was so hot and tight, Vegeta felt he was being fucked too. He joined Yamcha in simultaneously cursing and praising Goku's effort.

Goku stuck his tongue out again. "Gosh, you both sure are—mmm." He grabbed onto a lock of Yamcha's hair once thrusting all the way in again. "Chatty." The next moment, he bit down so hard on his lip it started to bleed. "Gods, this feels amazing!"

"Yes, Kakarot, give yourself a big pat on the back!"

"Forgot you were down there, 'Geta!" Vegeta growled beneath all of them, and Goku giggled. "Just kidding, I feel you too!"

"Oh my God," Yamcha groaned. Vegeta wasn't sure if it was out of exasperation or pleasure. Probably both.

"Geez, Yamcha," Goku said, "You sure know how to take one for the team."

Yamcha gasped out loud in pleasure. "Ah, God!"

"Just think about it…I'm the pitcher, you're the catcher…"

Yamcha looked over his shoulder and stared daggers at Goku. "What are you doing, stand-up?!"

"Terrible," Vegeta said, "simply terrible."

"Is he always like this, Vegeta?"

"During sex? On occasion." Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. "Aaand I'm coming."

"All the bases are loaded…nng…And Son hits a home run—Aah!"

"Goddammit, Goku!"

"It's a grand slam! The crowd is going wild…ugh, fuck, I'm coming too…" After Goku was spent, he crashed down atop the both of them. "Uuugh, Yamcha," he growled.

Only the sounds of their pants filled the room. Vegeta wrapped his arms around both men. Poor Yamcha's heart was beating like he'd ran a marathon. Vegeta kissed the side of his hot neck in hopes he'd calm down.

"How are you, Yamcha?" Goku's voice was scratchy.

"I'm good. A bit squashed."

Goku pulled himself from his back. Yamcha rolled off of Vegeta and took a deep gasp of air. A sticky residue sat on Vegeta's stomach; he ran his fingers through it and smiled. At least the human managed to enjoy himself during all of Goku's tomfoolery.

"I'm so sleepy." Goku yawned. "Can we go to bed?"

"No way. I need a shower after that." Slowly stretching his muscles forward, Yamcha crawled off the bed. "Want to join me?"

"Sure," Goku said. "Vegeta, are you coming?"

Vegeta shifted in bed. "Kakarot, your stupid phone was under me the whole time." He pulled the cell out from beneath his back, and slid it across the bed. He hoped the thing still worked later.

Goku and Vegeta both slung one of Yamcha's arms over their shoulders so he didn't have to limp to the bathroom. The slick tiles were immaculate beneath their feet. Yamcha slid the giant shower door open.

"Wow, this is huge!" Goku looked back and forth between two shower knobs. "How many people can fit in here?"

Yamcha laughed. "I'm not sure you want to know the answer to that." He turned both the knobs. Hot water sprayed on them from two giant shower heads.

The next half hour was surprisingly quiet. Vegeta made out with Yamcha as Goku lathered their backs with some body wash sitting on a crystal glass counter in the shower. Even though Yamcha was the one who needed the most attention, he spent the whole shower massaging Vegeta's shoulders and back. The Prince had never allowed a man other than Goku to touch him so intimately. He succumbed to Yamcha's gentle kisses on his mouth. Does he treat all of his lovers like this?

Once they were all were clean and dry, Yamcha turned all the lights out. They walked back to bed to slide under the giant duvet. Yamcha initiated a cuddle puddle, which Vegeta was a bit wary about. Yamcha spooned him from behind with his nose snuggled against the back of his neck. "Goodnight, you two," he mumbled.

"Night," Goku yawned.

"What is this, a slumber party?" After a few seconds passed and Vegeta's unfettered comment received no response, he sighed. "Fine. Goodnight."

The sound of retching woke him up.

Vegeta sprung up out of bed. Both Yamcha and Goku were missing. Someone was in the bathroom puking their brains out. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What the hell's happening in there?" he yelled.

"Too much tequila," Yamcha cried out.

He grunted. "Where's Kakarot?"

"I dunno." More wet splatters echoed from the bathroom.

Vegeta stalked out of the bedroom into the living room. The bright sun blinded him. He raised his forearm over his eyes. "Fuck. Where are you, Kakarot?" He squinted through the brightness and saw Goku sitting on the couch naked. His arms were pulled to his chest, and he stared blankly forward in space.

"Are you okay?" Vegeta sidled side-ways and sit down gingerly on the couch. Goku still hadn't looked at him. He snapped his fingers in his face. "Kakarot. What's wrong? Are you there?"

"She…she…" Goku trailed off.

"She? Who? What's the matter with you?"

"I…" Goku finally blinked. He looked at Vegeta.

The Prince pulled away. Goku's ghostly pallor spooked him. "Spit it out!"

"She knows."

"Who knows what?"

"Bulma. She knows we had sex last night."

Vegeta huffed. "No, she doesn't. We didn't tell her anything. It's fine." He leaned forward to caress Goku's cheek.

Goku recoiled. He held up his phone. "Last night we called her on accident."

"…What?"

"When you were on top of my phone. It called her on accident. She—" Goku looked down at his phone. "She left me a voicemail."

Shit. Shit. Motherfucking shit! Vegeta fell back onto the couch. He ran his fingers through his hair. "What did she say?"

The frown resting on Goku's features froze there for several seconds. His hands moved slowly as if he were swimming through water. He pressed a few buttons on his phone, then placed it on Vegeta's lap. It was on speaker phone. Bulma's voice swelled from the device, filling the room with a terrifying noise.

"Umm. Okay. So—Hahah. Wow." A beat. "I'm not sure how I feel right now. I'm not even sure why I called. At first I thought maybe you were playing a joke on me? But after listening a while, I knew that wasn't true."

This is bad. This is really, really, really bad. Vegeta bit his lip in anticipation of what she had to say next.

"You know, I try to be a good friend to you, Goku. You managed to make the man I lived with for twenty years fall in love with you only after a few weeks. And that makes perfect sense, you know? You're so nice, and charming, and sweet." Bulma was crying now. "So I never wanted to say anything bad about it. I couldn't. Who could say something bad about you, after all you've done for us?

"But Yamcha too? Really? I mean, FUCKING really? Why—Dammit!—Are you trying to make me miserable? Are you just a huge scumbag and I never knew until now? Of all the men in the world, why him? You know I was in love with him for years, right? Yeah, you fucking remember, because you were there for all of it. And why would Vegeta—Ugh! He doesn't—even—know him!"

She sighed. "Okay. Alright. I'm done. Gonna be honest, I don't want to talk to you ever again. Bye, Goku."