Will You Wait For Me?

Yamcha was still deciding on what he was going to do when he went downstairs into the kitchen. Vegeta was sitting in the lounge watching TV (He was actually just flicking through the channels, he was kind of anxious; his whole existence depended on some one who hated him). Yamcha picked up a cup of lemonade and strolled into the living room where Vegeta was sitting. Yamcha spotted the empty seat next to Vegeta and made his way towards it, but as he neared it he noticed the empty couch and opted for that instead (He didn’t want to seem needy).

The TV channels changed and changed before Vegeta flicked past the news.
“Hey wait. Go back.” Yamcha destroyed the stunning silence they had created in there unease. Vegeta turned to Yamcha shocked that he had voiced his opinion, but did as he was asked. On the television screen a woman presenting the weather came on. She was wearing a short black skirt and small; far too tight, white shirt. Yamcha’s eyes glazed over as he watched the woman on the screen bend over to the far corner, revealing all but her dignity, showing the weather in Ginger Town. A devious smile crept its way onto Yamcha face; giving Yamcha a whole new look of seductiveness. Vegeta snorted and turned the channel over when he realized what Yamcha was up to. He couldn’t have Yamcha liking someone else now could he? Yamcha let out a cry misery as Vegeta began his channel jumping again. Another silent five minutes passed and Yamcha became bored with Vegeta’s futile search for something good on TV. Yamcha rose up out of his seat and headed for the door, but just before he left and turned to Vegeta; asking him

“Do you wonna go out some where for a bit?” Vegeta was shocked by Yamcha’s consideration and just stayed silent. “To the park or something.” Yamcha suggested, but got no reply for Vegeta again. Giving up he walked to the kitchen to pick up his coat hanging on the back door. Sliding his arms in the sleeves of the jacket Yamcha noticed Vegeta standing motionless behind him. Slightly startled he turned around to face the Prince. Vegeta didn’t even blink. Both men stood frozen in the kitchen each one searching for answers, they’ll never find, in the others eyes. Breaking the stare Yamcha headed for the front door, opening it slowly and moving though the door way he finally turned back to Vegeta.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Yamcha asked Vegeta. Being the kind and loving person he is Yamcha did really want to try and help Vegeta. Vegeta huffed looking away but started moving towards the door. Yamcha chuckled to himself at the idea of Vegeta actually wanting to spend time with him, the lowly ningen, as Vegeta had so kindly put it.

Vegeta and Yamcha walked out of the house, Yamcha reached into his coat pocket to find his keys, he didn’t fly unless he had to. Yamcha stooped himself low enough to get into his car. He placed the key into the ignition, about to close the door he noticed Vegeta hadn’t moved. He just stood there staring at Yamcha’s car, it was a sleek Ferrari 599 Fiorano (Yeah, I did some research). V12 engine and F1 traction control, clearly Bulma knew what to buy a guy for his birthday. Yamcha, being proud of his car, revved the engine as a hint for Vegeta to get it. But no such luck. He just stood there, staring blankly at him, not moving to even blink or breath.

“Are you coming or not?” Yamcha asked beginning to get aggravated. Vegeta just furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to speak, but Yamcha beat him to it.
“Bulma bought it for me, and no, we can’t fly” As much as Yamcha didn’t want to admit it, the only reason he didn’t want to fly with Vegeta was because he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch up with him. Snorting Vegeta ambled his way to the car; he was a Saiyajin and was not impressed by Yamcha’s noisy piece of machinery. He say next to Yamcha in the passenger’s seat, the smell of leather was over powering and he could tell the car was new. Vegeta was slouched in the seat, he was sulking and neither he nor Yamcha could quite tell why. The radio was playing, and it was loud, too loud if you asked Vegeta so he reached out to turn the volume down but at the same time Yamcha turned a sharp corner causing Vegeta to be thrown of balance, and because he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt he went flying over to Yamcha seat. Vegeta, the prince of Saiyajin’s, head was now in between Yamcha’s legs.
Yamcha could feel Vegeta’s breath on his groin, his wet mouth on the fabric of his jeans. Yamcha began to think back to that night when Vegeta had first explained to him about it all. How different Vegeta had acted then, how his mouth felt on his around his hardened shaft. Wait, has he just thinking that? Yamcha didn’t want Vegeta he wanted Goku, right? All the while Yamcha’s manhood was growing and Vegeta still hadn’t moved his position.

“Erm, Vegeta. Could you move?” Yamcha asked timidly. Vegeta smirked when he heard the hitch in his voice and noticed the bulge in his trousers.
“Why? From what I can see you like me being here.” Vegeta leaned towards Yamcha, it was uncomfortable but he didn’t care. He began to nip gently at the material covering Yamcha erection. Slowly licking at the cloth causing it to become moist with his saliva. Yamcha buck his hips and groaned taking his eyes of the road for a split second. Yamcha was in bliss, but it was all short lived. Yamcha took his hands of the wheel and crashed his birthday present into a tree.

When Yamcha came around he awoke to the sounds of birds and the feel of grass under his finger tips. Sitting up he noticed his car. It was currently ‘parked’ in front of a tree, which happened to be in the middle of no-where. From what Yamcha could gather, it was more than a split second that he had taken his eyes of the road . Shortly after massaging his aching head and inspecting the ruined Ferrari, Vegeta emerged out of the wooded area with a shopping bag. Yamcha could only presume he had flown away to a shop or something. He walked right up to Yamcha and threw a bottle of water at him grunting the word ‘here’. Yamcha tried to catch it but ended up getting smacked right in the face. Thankfully Vegeta had turned around and didn’t see this. Yamcha opened the bottle whilst standing up to level of with Vegeta (I’ve worked out there about 20cm difference between them.)

Vegeta was sitting on the other side of the tree that Yamcha’s car was currently ‘parked’ against. He had a bottle of water in a hand and was staring into the horizon. He was so preoccupied with the scenery that he didn’t even notice Yamcha sit beside him. Both Yamcha and Vegeta sat next to the oak tree paying no attention to each other. It had seemed like just a few minutes ago that they had left the house, but the sun told a different story for it was now dipping down below the hills on the countryside before them. Yamcha turned to Vegeta and stared longingly at him before asking him;

“Vegeta, I was wondering...” at this point Vegeta had turned to face Yamcha and was currently staring deeply into his eyes. “Do you really like me? I mean, I know you want me but do you…I don’t know, love me?” Yamcha asked Vegeta hesitantly, he didn’t want to seem, well, ‘Yamcha like’. Vegeta didn’t answer; he just stared deeper into Yamcha’s eyes trying to find the answers to all of life’s questions. ‘Do I love him, is this why I act this way around him? Is it love?’ Vegeta’s eyes glistened as he thought about how he was going to answer. After a few moments thought, he had a plan. Leaning over to Yamcha, Vegeta’s lips gently pressed against Yamcha’s. This time Yamcha was slightly more prepared, opening his mouth to grant Vegeta’s tongue access, Vegeta did the same. Both men explored each others mouths. Searching out every crevasse, savoring every taste and memorizing every last inch before breaking the kiss for air. Yamcha stared profoundly into Vegeta’s eyes. ‘Why is he acting this way? Does he really want me, or are they both just playing some sick joke?’ Yamcha didn’t get time to think over the questions he had asked himself because Vegeta had started another kiss. Vegeta’s hands slithered under Yamcha’s shirt rubbing his sculpted chest, enjoying every curve. Yamcha shuddered as the strong, muscular, arms wrapped themselves around his hips drawing him closer for a deeper kiss. Yamcha was now straddling Vegeta’s hips beneath the oak tree, their clothed, throbbing, erections grinding against each other causing Yamcha to moan into the kiss.

Vegeta’s hand then began to work their magic as they unzipped Yamcha’s jeans slipping his hands into the boxers. Vegeta’s eager hand met Yamcha’s hardened shaft. All Vegeta’s hand had to do was brush against it and Yamcha would go over the edge. Vegeta knew this and didn’t want to end it so he wickedly pushed Yamcha off onto his back.

Yamcha lay in the grass panting heavily on his back. “Please Vegeta. Don’t leave me like this.” Yamcha pleaded. Vegeta only smiled maliciously and crawled over to meet Yamcha’s hips. . He pulled Yamcha’s trousers and boxers of in one effortless move leaving Yamcha just the way Vegeta wanted him, naked from the waist down and begging for more. Some where during the removal of Yamcha’s trousers Vegeta had lost his too and now had a Yamcha locked between his thighs. Yamcha bucked his hips up to meet Vegeta rubbing his proud erection against Vegeta’s. Not wanting waste any more time Vegeta shoved a digit into Yamcha’s mouth. Yamcha suck the finger keenly, this time he knew exactly what to expect. After feeling satisfied with his work Yamcha pulled Vegeta’s hand from his mouth and nodded. Vegeta was shock to say the least with Yamcha’s co-operation., but carried out the task none the less. Gently prodding and poking Vegeta soon found what he was looking for and slowly forced his index finger into Yamcha’s tight ring of muscle. Yamcha, being prepared this time didn’t wince or cry in pain but rocked his hips rhythmically against Vegeta. Soon Vegeta added another digit then another. Vegeta slid his fingers in then out steadily, he pushed his digits further and further each time until he touched that special spot inside of Yamcha making him writhe in pleasure beneath him. A pleased grin was plastered on Vegeta’s face at Yamcha’s actions as he retraced his steps rubbing over that spot again. Yamcha called out Vegeta’s name in ecstasy. Vegeta couldn’t hold on any longer so he removed his fingers leaving Yamcha’s feeling empty inside, but to Yamcha’s enjoyment this feeling was short lived as Vegeta pushed into Yamcha. Yamcha could feel the heat from Vegeta fill him inside making them one again.

Yamcha’s warmth wrapped itself around Vegeta, making him cry out and moan in sheer pleasure. The feeling filled him so much that he couldn’t help but thrust himself against Yamcha forcefully causing Yamcha a little discomfort. Yamcha and his prince moved as one under the Oak tree during a quixotic sunset. Their sweaty, sticky body’s rubbed alongside one another as Vegeta pulled himself out of Yamcha almost fully then plunge himself in once again. Each time Vegeta was entirely within Yamcha he touched that spot which made Yamcha empty his lungs from the air screaming Vegeta’s name. He raised his hands from Vegeta’s hips and placed them on his shoulders digging his nails into them drawing blood. Vegeta trust himself into Yamcha for a final time before he fell of the edge of reality into the swirling pools of bliss. Vegeta came spilling his seed into Yamcha; Yamcha came too, all over his torso and Vegeta’s.

Vegeta collapsed against Yamcha. Yamcha could feel Vegeta’s chest rise and fall as his heart regained its normal pace. Vegeta pulled himself from Yamcha and sat beside him staring thoughtfully at the moon which had risen during their escapade, Yamcha sat up, his checks redden when he realized what he had just done. ‘What does the future hold for me now? How my perspective on life had changed over these past days. How every thing I had once known had melted away like it was never anything substantial.’ Yamcha shuffled closer to Vegeta and wrapped his arms around his muscled chest and laid his head on his shoulder. Vegeta did his part and placed an arm on around Yamcha, this kind hearted action shocked Yamcha for he had expected to be rejected. For a while they laid there, just enjoying the moon and each others company until Yamcha broke the silence they had built.

“Vegeta, I’ve been wondering. The other night, Goku was in so much pain suddenly. I – I wanted...to.” Yamcha looked away, he hated seeming to dense but there where things about all of this he just didn’t get.

Vegeta sighed, like before he had wanted Goku to answer all of Yamcha’s bothersome questions. “Do you know anything about Saiyajin Antinomy?” Vegeta asked, he knew Yamcha was going to say no but he asked anyway. And to know surprise to Vegeta, Yamcha shook his head as an indication of ‘no’. “Well, we’re similar to Humans in hundreds of ways, but we have something extra that allows us to go Super Saiyajin.” Yamcha’s faced turned from concentration to astonishment. ‘I’ve always wondered how they did it but I never would have imagined that.” “And during a Saiyajins mating cycle it can...Well. Sort of swell up causing immense pain. It does this because the Saiyajin has a need to impregnate their mate or to become pregnant themselves.” At this point Yamcha’s face had vaulted. “WHAT!” Yamcha had become hysterical, “DIDN’T YOU CARE TO MENTION THIS BEFORE!” Yamcha rose to his feet pacing back and forth.
He just kept repeating the word over and over again hoping that it would soon sink in. “Pregnant, PREGANAT!” Yamcha was screaming out to the moon. Then all of a sudden Yamcha ran into the Tree head first, Vegeta’s eyes widened in amazement, right before he furrowed his brow in confusion. He leaned over to Yamcha, who was currently massaging his forehead. “What, are you doing?” He asked naively. Yamcha looked up realizing he was still there and replied, “I thought it would wake me up, but I guess im not dreaming.” Yamcha’s idiotic answer made Vegeta laugh, he laughed so much he hugged his stomach in pain, he could hardly breath. Yamcha just stared, he was taken aback by the fact that ‘The Prince of all Saiyajin’s’ actually had a sense of humor. Vegeta shook the last of his amusement off and stood up grabbing his cloths. “We’d better head back, Kakarot will be waiting for us to cook his dinner, and we don’t want him doing it himself because he’ll end up burning the house down.”

“What about Bulma?” Yamcha asked
“What about her?”
“Don’t you live with her?” Yamcha didn’t want any body to know about all of this just yet, so he didn’t want Bulma being curious about where Vegeta had spent his night.
“I’ll tell her im training, she won’t ask any questions.” And with that Vegeta picked Yamcha up cradling him in his arms protectively and flew of towards Yamcha’s house.