author: FireCracker       KLee624820@a...

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Pairing Goku/Yamcha

A/U -Yamcha finds love can be deadly. Sequel to CANDY HEARTS.

Midnight Madness

(Continued)

****

Piccolo, Yamcha, and Krillen continued to blast and circle Goku, 

their actions fueled by desperation now.

"Where the hell...is Vegeta?!" Piccolo gasped as he pressed another 

attack.

Yamcha continued to fly about as a distraction. "Don't know...but we 

can't keep this up forever!"

Krillen heaved an energy ball. "Tien and Trunks have disappeared too!"

Oozaru Goku swatted them away. "ENOUGH OF THIS. ALL OF YOU WILL DIE" 

mighty jaws opened, blowing out a tornado of flame that engulfed them 

all...

****

From a short distance away, the other Oozaru watched in 

amusement. "IT WOULD APPEAR KAKAROT IS HAVING BARBEQUE. THERE'S 

NOTHING LIKE ROAST NAMEK ON A HOT SUMMER NIGHT."

Tien used the momentary distraction to fly down the incline. _Where 

the hell is that thing?!_

Trunks decided to draw his father off. "Hey! Down here!"

Thundering footsteps rocked the land as the mountainous were-ape 

towered above the trees. A were-ape that happened to be his father.

"Father! You said you could control your Oozaru form!"

"RRGGURRRRH...YES, BUT I NEVER SAID I WOULDN'T CHANGE!!" savage 

laughter rolled into a simian roar.

The demi-saiyan swore as Vegeta tried to stomp him. Like a shot he 

became airborne.

"All right...you want to play? Come on, then!!" he challenged.

The hoary head turned after him. "CHALLENGE A TRUE SAIYAN, BOY? I 

THINK NOT."

"We'll see!" Trunks flew in the direction of the other battle.

****

Goku tore off a chunk of mountain and hurled it into the lake.  Blind 

rampage had taken him over once again. Frantic, the warriors threw 

everything they had into their ki blasts. Multiple beams of color 

struck the huge beast as he ravaged the countryside.

Trunks could see their desperation. They were losing and running out 

of options. As Vegeta blundered behind him with ponderous steps, the 

other were-ape stopped his assault.

"VEGETA?"

Trunks flew between the two Oozaru, not a wise move. "Goku, listen to 

me! You've got to stop-"

"KAKAROT" Oozaru Vegeta said behind him. "I SEE YOU'RE HAVING A 

LITTLE SPORT?"

"RUARURRGHH!!!!"

"AH. ARE OUR FRIENDS IRRITATING YOU?"

"Vegeta, where's the device?!" Piccolo shouted in near exhaustion.

Vegeta Oozaru laughed, an odd rumbling sound. "I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD 

BE BARBEQUED. YOUR HEAD ON A STICK WOULD BE A TASTY TREAT."

"Just answer the question!" Krillen yelled, shaking his fist.

Oozaru Goku growled at him. Krillen threw his hands up in appeasement.

"Hey, big guy. Didn't mean anything by it..."

In response, Oozaru Goku belched another blast of fire. The warriors 

scattered madly in every direction.

"If he hits us dead on, we're cooked!" Yamcha yelled as he retreated.

Oozaru Vegeta swatted at Trunks, who slashed the monstrous palm with 

his sword. The giant ape roared with fury.

"YOU LITTLE PUNK...I'LL MAKE YOUR DEATH SLOW, GRIND YOUR BONES TO 

PASTE."

Krillen continued to zip around in a wide arc. "We need another plan!"

Piccolo lowered from the sky, his strength nearly spent. "I'm open 

for suggestions...if Vegeta doesn't have the device, then who?"

****

Tien scurried about in the dark, frantically combing the area where 

the device was last seen before it rolled downhill.

_Shimatta! Where are you, you stupid ball! They're gonna be toast if 

you aren't down here..._

He sweated, mind racing for a solution. His eyes went wide suddenly 

as he nearly laughed at himself.

"Of course...let there be light!"

****

Trunks barely managed to stay ahead of his father. Oozaru Vegeta 

nearly caught him twice.

"IT'S ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, BOY. YOU'LL WEAR YOURSELF OUT SOON."

"No way!!" Trunks shouted in defiance. "Let's see how you handle...a 

super saiyan!!" he flashed gold as his aura expanded.

"BAH" Vegeta lumbered at him. Goku followed close behind, snarling 

with the sound of distant thunder.

With his increased speed, Trunks managed to avoid being caught. 

Krillen, Yamcha, and Piccolo settled on a nearby shoreline by the 

lake, pausing to regain their strength.

Piccolo fell to his knees. "We'd better hope...Trunks can buy us some 

time. I don't know how much longer I can hold out."

Yamcha stared at the apelike horrors, his heart cold. _My gentle 

love...would kill us all. I can't understand this._

"Yamcha, quit daydreaming! We need everyone with a clear head."

"My head's clear enough! But we don't have the power to hold them at 

bay, and time's running out!"

Krillen sighed in resignation. "What's Tien doing? I sense his ki in 

the area...we need him here!"

Piccolo watched Trunks avoid another attack. "He must be looking for 

the device...Vegeta clearly doesn't have it."

****

Tien placed his hands against his face.

"FINAL FLASH!!!!"

The landscape was illuminated in brilliant light. Tien smiled as he 

spied the object of his search.

"There!"

He streaked towards a gleaming round object nestled in some shrubbery.

****

Trunks had gotten too close. A huge fist knocked him from the skies, 

sending him careening across cracked earth as he made a gouge like 

trail.

Oozaru Vegeta laughed. "SUPER SAIYAN? MORE LIKE POOPER SAIYAN. IT'S 

OVER, BOY."

Trunks struggled to get up. He was bruised and sore.

"No...way...you won't win...father..."

Oozaru Goku growled. "LOOK UP AND SEE YOUR DOOM."

Trunks squinted at the looming outlines. "Not...over...yet!"

Yamcha pointed. "Quick, we've got to get Trunks!"

Before they could move, Vegeta double fisted the ground, causing an 

earthquake that rattled the countryside for miles around. The force 

tossed the z warriors in the air like rag dolls.

****

Tien flew like mad, activating the solar device.

_I pray I can get there in time..._

He looked along the horizon. The hulking shapes were easy to see over 

the forest, even at night. 

Tien felt his heart race. _Everyone's there...but their ki is so low!_

His speed increased, spurred by fear and adrenaline.

****

The z warriors were exhausted and spent. They most nearly resembled a 

bunch of derelicts, tattered and covered with dust and bruises. The 

group lay sprawled in a tangle over broken earth near a small mesa. A 

sheer rock wall lay behind them.

"Does...anyone have...any ideas?" Yamcha staggered to his feet.

"I don't understand what happened" Piccolo coughed, resting on one 

knee. "Where's Tien, and why didn't Vegeta activate the device?"

Yamcha helped Trunks up. "You all right?"

The frazzled demi-saiyan shook his head. "How could I be when my own 

father is trying to kill me?!"

"POOR CHILD" a booming voice replied above them. In terror they 

looked up at the monstrous apes rolling towards them like an 

avalanche. The moon shone behind the simian monsters as an eerie 

backdrop.

Oozaru Vegeta laughed savagely, his gutteral voice a rolling 

thunderclap. 

"NOW I WILL END YOUR PAIN...PERMANENTLY. THE WEAK MUST DIE."

The defeated warriors stared, awestruck at their seeming demise.

"Someone's got to do something!" Piccolo staggered up. 

Yamcha blanked into a dreamlike stake. _Is this how it ends for me, 

Goku? Killed by someone I love?_

Animalistic roars rocked the atmosphere, as both were-apes pounded 

their chests and howled.

Oozaru Goku snarled in rage. "BY LAW OF THE JUNGLE YOU ARE GUILTY AS 

CHARGED. WEAKNESS IS REWARDED WITH DEATH!"

Krillen shivered as they loomed closer. "We're lost!!"

****

Tien held the device high over his head and shouted down.

"HEY, YOU BIG APES. COME SEE THE LIGHT!!"

In rage the huge Oozaru turned at the insult.

Trunk's eyes went wide in surprise. "It's Tien!!"

"He has the device!" Piccolo shouted.

"Cover your eyes-" Krillen didn't get to finish. A blinding solar 

flare illuminated the night, casting everything into eerie white 

noise.

"RURARRRRGHHHH!!!!"

The were-apes crashed to earth, shifting and getting smaller...

A small, artificial sun bathed the valley in bizarre daylight. Near 

the edge of the lake sprawled two nude figures.

"It worked!" Yamcha laughed in relief.

****

Goku squinted against the overwhelming glare, seeing Vegeta lying 

face down nearby.

"Vegeta! Can you hear me?"

The ouji turned his face and shielded his eyes. "Of course. Stop 

shouting, baka."

Goku sat up and looked down at himself. "Shimatta, we're butt naked!"

Vegeta pulled up to a kneeling position. He waved his tail at Goku 

deliberately.

"Hai, and many times before" dark eyes flashed fire over a sly 

smile. "Perhaps we can make up properly now, eh?"

Goku growled softly as the thick tail swiped his face. A small purr 

burst from his chest at the delicious scent.

"Vegeta...yamero!" his voice was rough with growing arousal. "The 

others will be coming this way soon enough!"

"Waku, koi? So am I" the air thickened with spicy musk.

"Fool! Why'd you come here, anyway?"

The taunting tail retreated. "That device that currently bathes us in 

light is mine. It's used to reverse saiyan transformations before 

dawn."

Goku squinted up again. "I see. But how would you use it on yourself?"

"Invasion teams always had at least two members. No more than half of 

a given force transformed, while the others kept the devices."

Goku looked at himself, pressing a forearm against a growing erection 

to cover it.

Vegeta noticed, his eyes lowering once more in 

seduction.  "Kakarot...I'll do _anything_ to make things up with you" 

the voice was silken.

Goku responded with equally hot eyes, cheeks flushed. "A...tempting 

offer, Vegeta."

"What would you like to do?" the ouji's voice dropped to a sweet 

whisper.

A soft growl. "Bang you stupid in the bushes."

Vegeta licked his lips slowly as that tail waved again. "Hn..."

"Hey, there they are!!" Krillen's voice was heard nearby.

"Shit" Vegeta snarled as both saiyans turned at the sound. "Baldy has 

a propensity for bursting in at the worst times."

****

The z warriors approached their comrades cautiously. Goku sensed 

their unease.

"It's all right, guys. We won't attack you."

Vegeta glowered at the tattered group. "Hn. You look like rejects 

from a shopping bin."

Yamcha snickered. "That's mighty tough talk...from a guy showing his 

ass!"

Vegeta snarled. "One ass isn't another."

Yamcha curled his lip. _What the hell?!_

Goku stood abruptly, his partial erection bobbing. "Listen, I'm sorry 

about-"

"Uh, Goku, maybe we should get you some clothes?" Trunks was clearly 

uncomfortable seeing his idol in the buff.

Tien made a face. "At least sit down, Goku! We don't need a show."

The saiyan scratched his head. "What's with you guys? Hell, we've all 

seen each other before-"

Piccolo was also disconcerted. "Tien's right. Take my cape and stop 

acting like a backwoods hick for once!"

"Vegeta still wouldn't have anything to wear" Krillen said as the 

namek moved to take off his cloak.

Yamcha lifted a hand. "Hold on. I know where some blankets are-"

"Get them, then" Vegeta interrupted. "I have no intention of 

appearing at Capsule Corporation like this!"

Yamcha smirked. "Be nice, Vegeta. I'd hate to see you get arrested 

for indecent exposure."

The ouji eyed him strangely. "My exposure isn't indecent. I've 

received nothing but appreciation" dark eyes flickered briefly at the 

other saiyan. Goku refused to look his way.

"Give it a rest" Piccolo wasn't interested.

"That isn't funny either, Vegeta" Krillen commented. "I don't like 

insinuations."

Yamcha flushed in anger at the innuendo. "Guys, I'll be back shortly" 

he took off like a streak.

Trunks watched him leave. "I don't get it...where would he have 

blankets in the middle of nowhere?"

****

The time spent waiting was mostly tense. The saiyans paced and walked 

about, oblivious to their nudity while the others cringed in 

discomfort. Piccolo was annoyed beyond words.

"I've had enough of this peep show. If you want to parade around, 

that's your buisness. I'm facing this way" the stern namek turned his 

back.

Vegeta looked over his shoulder. "What a prig. No wonder Namek blood 

runs cool."

Piccolo snorted. "Saiyans are legendary for their sleazy appetites."

Goku glared at his friend. "Maybe you've said enough."

"Hai, or I'll quiet him myself!" Vegeta growled. 

"Not on your best day."

Vegeta moved at the namek. "You challenge me?" Fool!"

Piccolo turned and laughed. "You wish to battle naked, and call _me_ 

a fool?!"

The ouji stared down at himself. "Kuso, I forgot. Another time, then."

Piccolo looked away. "Surely."

****

Even the level headed Tien was fed up. "What's taking Yamcha so long 

with those blankets?"

Krillen was losing his composure as well. Goku and Vegeta continued 

to walk about on display, lacing the air with their tails.

"Could you at least sit down, please?!"

"All right!" Goku had a short fuse. The tall saiyan dropped to a 

sitting pose, folding his legs.

"Are you happy now, Krillen?"

"Yeah."

Vegeta sat in a neat pile, curling his tail around his waist. Trunks 

approached him, his face closed.

"Father...I need to know. Those things you said...did you really mean 

that? Would you have killed us?"

Vegeta eyed him steadily. "Yes."

Trunks gasped in shock. "You could do that...and not care?!"

The ouji looked away, his face a serene mask. "No doubt I would 

regret it later. But in that form, instincts rule over judgement and 

compassion."

Trunks stared at Goku in disbelief. "What about you?"

Goku nodded grimly. "Also true. I'm sorry, Trunks. And unlike Vegeta, 

I can't control my Oozaru form."

Tien just shook his head. Krillen sighed in resignation.

Trunks was silent a moment, staring at his feet. "You turn into 

monsters-"

"Hey!" Vegeta snapped his attention. "Now you listen to me, boy. You 

want to embrace being saiyan? Well here's your chance. It isn't about 

being a romantic warrior that saves the day. We are an ancient, 

barbaric race that lives for bloodshed and violence."

Even Goku winced at that truth.

"That doesn't mean you kill friends and family" Trunks retorted 

quietly.

"You can't possibly understand unless you are Oozaru."

"Then perhaps being saiyan isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Krillen interjected. "Hey, guys, take it easy here!"

Vegeta ignored him. He glared at his son briefly. "We will discuss 

this later."

Trunks looked away and didn't reply.

****

Yamcha arrived shortly afterwards carrying thick blankets. Goku 

recognized them immediately.

The z warrior stopped momentarily, glaring at Vegeta who clearly was 

giving Goku the once over with his eyes.

"Here's yours!!" he all but threw it at the ouji's face.

Angered, Vegeta caught it with a motion too swift for the human 

eye. "Chikusome" he muttered, wrapping the material around himself.

Tien glanced at his friend. "What'd you do that for, Yamcha? You 

trying to tick Vegeta off?"

"I'm more interested in why he looked at Goku like that" Krillen 

commented suspiciously.

"Bah. Merely thinking that the baka spends most of his life in such a 

state, running about in the woods" the prince covered himself 

smoothly.

Yamcha wasn't buying it. "Yeah, right."

Krillen lifted an eyebrow. "Well, that much is true..."

Goku covered himself as well. "I don't know what you mean. Besides, I 

only run on weekends now. Chi Chi said the neighbors were 

complaining, and threatened to notify the authorities."

Trunks blinked at him. "Eh?"

Piccolo abruptly turned back around. "Goku! We need to talk about 

this transformation..."

Vegeta stared at his blanket and suppressed a snarl. _Kami! This 

garment reeks of..._

"Something wrong, Vegeta?" Yamcha was smug. The ouji curled a lip at 

him.

Trunks ignored them both. "Piccolo's right, Goku. We can't go through 

this every full moon! Besides, the authorities will be all over this 

place tomorrow."

"Perhaps you should have your tail removed again" the namek suggested.

"Go to hell, namek" Vegeta snapped. "Kakarot won't be butchered again-

"

"I can speak for myself, Vegeta. What would be the point, Piccolo? It 

regenerates now. Besides, the solar device is quite effective, 

wouldn't you say?" he pointed skyward at the radiating beams.

"You haven't changed back, that's for sure" Krillen looked up also.

"But how to retrieve it safely?" Tien wondered. "If we take it down 

before you leave..."

"Hn" Vegeta considered the dilemma. He turned to his fellow 

saiyan. "Kakarot. Cover your head and shield your face away from the 

sky."

Goku gleaned the point, pulling the blanket over his head like a 

cowl. Vegeta copied the gesture.

"But how will that help? You'll still be exposed" Yamcha stated.

"It'll be okay like this, Yamcha" Goku reassured him. "These blankets 

block the rays, and as long as we don't stare at the moon we should 

be okay."

Piccolo was unconvinced. "All right, if you say so."

"Ill get it" Trunks flew up to retrieve the glowing orb. There was 

more awkward silence as the friends reflected on the night's events.

Goku watched the others carefully. He could sense their terror and 

revulsion, despite outward appearances. _I don't blame them._

Vegeta likewise picked up on the powerful emotions. _They accept and 

fear us. _

Krillen pierced the painful silence. "Uh...Goku? Can we trust you not 

to change again?"

The tall saiyan pulled the blanket tightly around his face. "Of 

course" his voice was soft as he smiled sharply.

Piccolo noted that his tail had slipped free and was waving a 

denial...

****

The unnatural brightness disappeared and was replaced by nocturnal 

splendor once more. The z warriors watched the cloaked figures 

nervously, subconsciously edging away. Vegeta moved to Goku's side 

and laughed.

"Why, Kakarot...I do believe they're afraid of us" his voice had a 

sinister undertone.

Yamcha stepped forward and touched Goku's shoulder. "I'm not. I trust 

and believe in you."

Goku stared at him a moment. "Thank...you."

"So do I!" Trunks insisted, holding the silvery orb. "Perhaps more of 

these devices can be made, father?"

"I don't see why not" Vegeta was indifferent. "Now let's go, 

gentlemen. It's been a long night."

Tien wiped his forehead. "The longest of my life."

****

Yamcha and Goku were silent as they flew home, each lost in his own 

thoughts. When they arrived at the Son house, Goku paused before 

opening the door.

"Yamcha...your faith in me meant a lot" the dark eyes were shining.

His lover looked at the sky. "Let's get inside, Goku. I don't want 

any accidents."

The saiyan growled softly as he was pushed inside. "I thought you 

believed me-"

Yamcha turned on the hallway light. "Yes, but I'm not stupid, either. 

You can't control  it, love. And you wanted to change again, both of 

you. I could see it!"

Goku was floored. "How could you possibly know?!"

Yamcha dragged him down the hall to the bathroom. "I want to show you 

something" he shoved the saiyan in front of a mirror.

"Shimatta-" 

Goku stared at his reflection. His eyes were nearly red once more, 

although the irises were still visible.

He gazed softly at Yamcha. "Sorry I lied...I just..."

Soft brush of lips. "It's been a long night. Let's go to bed."

****

Yamcha had his hands full trying to calm his saiyan down. Goku was 

edgy and agitated.

Not to mention hot as a...monkey.

The saiyan had stripped naked and crouched on the bed like a cat. 

Yamcha stood at the foot of the bed in his robe trying to reason with 

his lover.

"Try to get some sleep, Goku. This night has been difficult for all 

of us."

Goku growled deep in his throat. "I don't _want_ to sleep, I don't 

need to rest."

Yamcha shook his head. "I disagree-"

The saiyan abruptly flared golden, his flame of hair glowing bright 

amber. Wild blue eyes narrowed.

"Come to bed. I want you..._now!!_" a thick yellow tail thumped the 

mattress in emphasis.

Yamcha didn't have to be saiyan to notice Goku's scent. The saiyan's 

hormones were in total overload, fragrancing the room with spicy musk.

It had an effect on his body, too, though not precisely a saiyan 

response. Yamcha felt oddly relaxed, yet more receptive to sex. He 

was determined to resist as long as possible.

"You'll ask me with consideration, Goku, or sleep alone."

The saiyan snarled, his fangs on display. "You stand on formalities 

with me now? I want what I want, Yamcha.  Enough games!" he lunged at 

his lover with blinding speed.

Reacting with almost equal speed, Yamcha hit him point blank in the 

chest with a ki blast. The force knocked Goku back against the 

bedstand.

The z warrior stood fast, his palm still extended. The golden saiyan 

sat back in disbelief, his eyes round.

"You blasted me?" the thick tail curled in on itself.

Yamcha glared at him. "You deserved it. I may not have saiyan 

strength, but I won't be treated like a bed slave. Don't you see 

what's happening?"

Goku balled himself up, tail lashing in frustration. Crazed blue eyes 

narrowed to slits. "Grrrwrrr. No." he glanced out a side window. Pale 

beams leaked into the bedroom, faded and silvery.

Yamcha followed his eyes. "Dammit!" he moved to close the blinds.

"I don't need to be in complete darkness!" the saiyan shouted 

petulantly.

Yamcha was firm. "The windows stay closed until morning."

"RUARRGG. Have it your way!!" Goku clicked his fangs.

Yamcha turned on a large floorlamp that illuminated the bedroom in a 

soft sensual glow. He approached the bed slowly.

Small smile. "Does that feel better?"

Goku stretched out on the bed languidly like a greek statue, the warm 

lighting accenting his golden state. Yamcha sat on the edge of the 

bed when a golden tail swiped his face with ticklish strokes.

He twitched a grin. "I take it that's a yes."

Goku chose his words carefully. "Have patience with me...this 

is...difficult."

Yamcha stroked the curvy shoulders. Tense tremors rolled through the 

powerful frame.

"Easy, love. The moon is aggravating your instincts."

Another growl. "I know that already!" the tail puffed like a 

hairbrush.

Yamcha sidled alongside his lover. He didn't remove his robe, however.

"Listen to me" he kept his voice low and soothing. "I'd like to make 

love too, but I don't think that's a good idea. For one, I don't 

think my body would hold up after everything that's happened tonight."

Ice blue eyes slitted. "And the other reason?"

"I have to reconcile your Oozaru transformation in my mind."

Goku looked him over slowly. "You had senzu."

Yamcha sighed. "True, but I'm sore and exhausted."

That fuzzy tail tickled his face again. "I was just playing under the 

moon."

Yamcha shook his head slowly, dark eyes burning with intensity. "No. 

You meant to kill us. We can talk about that in the morning."

"Yamcha!" Goku moaned, rubbing up against him. The z warrior held him 

gently as  the saiyan grabbed him and dry humped, grinding hips. 

Seconds later he released over Yamcha's robe, saturating it with 

sticky thickness.

"Relax, Goku. Just relax" soothing fingers stroked the muscular back, 

taking care to avoid the tail and sensitive areas around it.

There was no reply, but Yamcha could sense the tension ease. A deep 

purr rumbled in his ear. He smiled against thick golden hair that 

flickered before turning raven once more.

"You feel good, Yamcha" Goku crooned again, his voice drowsy and 

thick. His lover yawned lazily, even as a silken black tail wrapped 

his waist.

"Oyasumi, Goku."

****

Tiny sun rays peeked through the shuttered blinds. Yamcha blearily 

opened his eyes and inhaled the rich musky scent of saiyan, stronger 

even than his own. Strangely enough he felt aroused and relaxed at 

the same time. Goku shifted, turning to his side. Yamcha admired the 

finely chiseled features.

_We have to talk, Goku. There's too much about you I still don't 

understand...I have to know what I'm getting myself into._

A bizarre thought flitted through his brain. _I'm in love with a 

monkey in human form._

****