Will You Wait For Me?

Yamcha awoke the next day to find his bed empty, for not even he was in it. It appeared he had fallen out of bed during the night and was now lying on the floor. But it wasn’t the cold floor that awoke Yamcha; it was the smell of breakfast. The delicate aroma of bacon wafted into the room, caressing Yamcha’s senses until he was no longer able to resist. Walking out the door Yamcha noticed the small tube of lubricant, flashes of was previous night flooded Yamcha’s memory and he could no longer tell what was a dream and what was real. He walked out of the bedroom, and only then did he notice he was at his house. ‘They must’ve brought me here after Vegeta knocked me out the other day.’

Vegeta was downstairs sitting at the table stuffing his face when Yamcha walked through the door. Yamcha and Vegeta stared at each other for a moment, Vegeta’s eyes empty revealing no emotion, where as Yamcha’s where filled with question. Yamcha broke the stare and focused on the plate left on the side, he presumed it was for him, and began to approach the heavenly scent of bacon and eggs; sadly Yamcha’s approach was not as graceful as he would have liked. It was more of a waddle; the pain he had suffered because of the action performed the night before caused Yamcha to walk rather peculiar. Yamcha’s toddle caused Vegeta to laugh whole heartedly. “I see you had fun with Kakarot last night” Vegeta said giving Yamcha his most sinister grin. Yamcha ignored the comment and slowly made his way to his breakfast.

Yamcha sat down opposite Vegeta at the table. Vegeta had finished his breakfast but seemed to find entertainment in watching Yamcha eat his. Feeling uncomfortable with the audience Yamcha shifted his position as if he where going to leave, but stopped. ‘I have to ask him, I just have to know.’ Yamcha was fighting a battle against himself and losing (Well his winning and losing But SHH!). Vegeta was still watching Yamcha attentively, his eyes seemed to slip past the physical barriers Yamcha had placed there and Vegeta seemed to read Yamcha mind.

“Just ask, I won’t bite” Yamcha became uneasy with the idea of Vegeta being in his mind but knew he was right, or so he hoped. Taking in a deep breath Yamcha began to contemplate how he was going to ask Vegeta.

“H-how. I...I mean. W-what.” This is going to be more difficult that he had first imagined. Taking in another deep breath Yamcha re-tried it.

“Why?” Well, he could have been more specific but at least this time he got the whole word out. Vegeta furrowed his brow. “Why what?” Vegeta asked, he may seem like he can read minds but sadly it’s not true.

Yamcha blushed; he had really hoped Vegeta could just answer it without him having to ask. “Why me?” Yamcha knew he was attractive, or at least he thought he was, but that didn’t explain their sudden interest in him. “And why now, why not before?” This was just a taste of what Yamcha truly wanted to ask, but he decided that they where the most important questions. Vegeta sighed. He knew this was going to come, he had just hoped Goku was going to be here to explain it. “It’s a long story, and im not up to explaining it. Wait until Kakarot gets back and he can explain it to you” Vegeta mentally patted himself on his back for his cunnings.
Yamcha then suddenly remember. ‘Goku wasn’t there when I woke up this morning. Where could he be?’ Yamcha’s face began to show his internal panic.

“Kakarot is fine, he always goes away afterwards, spends his time with the Namek.” Vegeta’s words where icy but Yamcha knew he was speaking the truth. It wasn’t like Vegeta to lie, he had too much pride. ‘But why hadn’t Piccolo told anyone he knew where Goku was. Come to think of it, did anyone know where Piccolo was?’

The volume on the TV was far to low for Yamcha to be able to hear it but that didn’t bother him, he wasn’t watching it anyway. The news was on, there was a woman explaining how a capsule had been fitted with a bomb, someone went to get their car out but it exploded instead. Yamcha amused himself with the idea of this happening. He knew it wasn’t funny, but things were getting really strange and denial was his only means of escape. Vegeta stood in the door way watching Yamcha’s every movement closely. It was quite a while till Yamcha felt the probing eyes upon him. Yamcha shifted his position on the sofa to face Vegeta. Yamcha’s eyes where now hollow, no longer painted with the bright colors of summer and spring; no longer filled with joy and happiness. No, his eyes where black pools of despair. Vegeta couldn’t help but feel guilty for this. He may be a cruel and heartless man at times. But he did feel compassion for Yamcha now. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.

Yamcha and Vegeta just stared at each other for a while before Yamcha broke his gaze, and the silence. “You never answered my question.” Yamcha didn’t look like himself anymore, he was pale and thin, he had been ever since Goku’s disappearance. “Why me?” Vegeta felt he owed the man an explanation, plus he didn’t think he could avoid the subject for much longer. Vegeta sat beside Yamcha on the sofa. Taking a deep breath, or a sigh neither of them was sure what it was, Vegeta began the difficult explanation. “Well, you know about Saiyajin’s needing to find a mate, and once they’ve chosen. They have to have them other wise they feel like they have failed. Like they are no longer worthy to be alive if they can’t satisfy one person.” Vegeta looked at his hands, he was twiddling his thumbs subconsciously, he was clearly nervous talking about the subject. “And well, with Kakarot being the only Saiyajin left, my body had chosen him. It took me a while to convince him to let me mate with him. I didn’t want to tell him I depended on it. So I got him drunk.” Vegeta was nervous about talking about the subject but he had no shame for being the reason Goku and Chichi broke up(In chapter one Yamcha mentions Chichi being mad at him and the reason is Goku told Chichi he had cheated on her. But im too lazy to edit into the story so now you know =})

Vegeta stared down at the floor, he had thought that was hard but the next bit was going to be even more difficult. Silence spilled into the air flooding Yamcha’s ears with Vegeta’s labored breathing. Some things were beginning to make sense. But why they both want him, Yamcha still couldn’t figure out.

Vegeta seemed to be lost in his thoughts, not answering Yamcha question, and not even acknowledging his existence for the moment. Yamcha was violently shaking Vegeta to get his attention. “Vegeta, will you listen to me? I want to know why you want me. ANSWER ME ALL READY!” Yamcha was growing impatient, first Vegeta acts weird, then he forced to have sex with his best friend [Even if he did enjoy it] AND NOW HE WAS BEING INGNORED!

Vegeta spun his head around to face Yamcha, their faces almost touching. Vegeta, being shocked at how small the gape between them was, gasped and pulled himself back. Cheeks redder than blood red wine. Vegeta cast his gaze down. ‘Why am I acting this way, He’s just a weak ningen. Why can’t I look him in the eye anymore?’ Vegeta was arguing with himself inside his head for a few seconds before he remembered that he was supposed to be explaining himself to Yamcha. “I can’t say for certain. You’ve obviously changed over the year because there’s something about you that both myself and Kakarot want, crave even.” Had Yamcha heard right? Did the all great Prince Vegeta admit he wanted him? No, scratch that. That he needed him. Vegeta’s whole existence now depended on his co-operation. But what was Yamcha going to? Help him out, I mean, he only killed him the one time. Or was he going to say no, once is enough for some one to hold an eternal grudge.

Yamcha left the room and went upstairs to think things over. He had left Vegeta to watch TV alone; he presumed that’s what he wanted. Yamcha couldn’t decide on what he was going to do ‘I think Vegeta is attractive and all, but Im in love with Goku,. Can I love two people at he same time. Is it really possible?’ Things where getting more and more difficult each time he thought it over, so he decided to stop thinking and just give it a go. It couldn’t hurt right?