@.@ 
*wipes sweat from brow* Finally!  I seem to have gotten over this massive
case of writer's block!  I'd like to thank everyone who encouraged me, and
asked about this fic, as well as I'll settle for you, the second part of
which will be forthcoming shortly.
Extra special thanks go out to my beta readers, *glomps each of them in
turn* love ya!  And I'd like to thank Ran_chan and Larania for bugging the
crap out of me and siccing their muses on me to make me finish this part.
Also a thank you goes out to chibi majin pika, for the help with some
spelling.  Enjoy, and I'll work on the rest of this stuff. *shakes her head
wearily, opening her overworked word processing program, again*
JJ

Fusion.
Zoicyte aka Johnnyjosh 
Warnings;  Language, Yaoi, Yuri, lemon, light bondage, angst, references to
NCS and child abuse. (Nothing too graphic though)
Notes;  humor, silliness, sap, OOC, TWT,, basically every warning or note.     
Pairings; Almost everybody gets involved eventually.
Disclaimer; Don’t own ‘em, not makin’ any money off ‘em.
“Denotes speaking”
*denotes thoughts*
(Little  note here, I wrote this whole fic imagining Brian Drummond still
doing the voice of Vegeta, NOT Christopher Sabat)   

Back at the island.....

    Goku and Vegeta finished cleaning the dishes, Vegeta still grumbling
about having to wash them between bouts of staring at Goku’s body, clad only
in another pair of white boxers, and often catching Goku staring back at his
own muscular frame, clad only in a pair of black spandex shorts.  Goku dried
the last bowl, put it back in the cupboard, then drew up behind Vegeta,
wrapping his arms around his lover’s slender waist.  His fingers lightly
caressed the rock hard abdomen, before sliding down to rub his already
hardening manhood through the spandex.  Vegeta moaned softly, his head
falling to the side as Goku planted gentle kisses across his shoulder, then
up the side of his throat before sucking and nibbling on Vegeta’s earlobe. 
    “Can I be on top again?” Goku whispered.
    “No!” Vegeta snapped, squirming to get away from his lover’s teasing
hands.
    “Awww, why not?” Goku whined, recalling how just before dinner he had
bent Vegeta over the counter and taken him forcefully from behind.  He
shivered as he remembered the sound of Vegeta’s ecstatic screams
reverberating through the house. 
     “Because, Kakarott, you’ve had your turn, remember?  And now...” he
purred, spinning around to fondle Goku’s own erection through his boxers,
“It’s time for you to submit to me.  You know,  I rather like you that way,
on your back, begging me to fuck you senseless.” 
     “That’s funny,” Goku breathed softly, “I was just about to say the same
about you.” he leaned down to claim Vegeta’s lips, their tongues dueling for
supremacy.

    Goku growled as Vegeta pushed him roughly to the floor, tearing his
boxers off, then settling between his thighs.  He groaned, eyes sliding
shut, lips parted,  as Vegeta cupped his erection gently, rocking his hips
and rubbing their arousals together, only a thin layer of spandex separating
them.  Suddenly Goku’s eyes snapped open, his body stiffening.
    “We’ve got company Vegeta.” Goku said, trying to get up.
    “Yes, your little human friend, Yamcha.” Vegeta replied, firmly pushing
Goku back down onto the floor, and continuing to rub against him . 
    Goku looked up at Vegeta, surprised.  “He’s not so little koi, and I
know him, he’s probably gonna come knocking on our door, he wouldn’t have
come to the island for nothing, now let me go put something on.” he gasped
as Vegeta sat astride him, moving his hips back and forth, creating even
more friction. 
    “No, I suppose he wouldn’t, especially after you and I both told all the
others that  we wanted to be left alone.  Doesn’t that make you wonder even
more why he’s here?” Vegeta smirked at Goku, still pinning him down.  “If
you’ll just take a moment to sense his position, you’ll know that he’s
approaching the house on foot through the forest, when it would have been
much easier and quicker to just fly over the lake. You’ll also notice how
much he’s suppressing his power level, such as it is.  Doesn’t that tell you
something, Kakarott?”
     Goku looked up at Vegeta, his face a mixture of wariness, and
confusion, “What are you saying, Vegeta?” he asked, “Are you accusing Yamcha
of being up to no good?  Come on Vegeta, you know him by now, he’s not a bad
guy.  And, as much as I hate to bring this up, you’re right, even if he
wanted to, he doesn’t stand a chance of being able to hurt either of us.”
    “I’m not saying he’s here to cause trouble Kakarott, just think about
it, why would he try to keep us from sensing his presence?”  Vegeta asked
quietly, moving up to sit straddling Goku’s waist.  Goku sat up, wrapping
his arms around Vegeta as the smaller Saiyan shifted to get comfortable on
Goku’s lap. 
     “I don’t know Vegeta, but you’re right again, it is strange for him to
do that.  Oh, wait!  I know, he’s probably just checking to make sure we
haven’t killed each other yet!” he chuckled.
     “I don’t think so, Kakarott.” Vegeta said, his statement thoughtful. 
     “Huh?  Then why would he be sneaking up on us then?” Goku asked, brow
furrowing. 
     “Isn’t it obvious?  The same reason he’s always hanging around your
house as often as possible, and coming around to watch me when I’m in the
gravity room since shortly after I came back to Chikyuu .” Vegeta said, his
statement turning sly.  “He’s obviously had the, now what’s the word again,
the hots for you for a while, and he’s got the hots for me too.”
     “What?!  What are you talking about?  Sure, O.K., Yamcha hangs around
my place every so often, shit!  We’ve known each other since I was a little
kid!”  Goku babbled, trying to brush away Vegeta’s insinuations. *Oh shit,
no!  It can’t...can’t be true!* Goku thought, remembering the secret
attraction he’d had since adolescence toward the former Desert Bandit, at
least, the one he’d had up until the day he’d first laid eyes on Vegeta. 
      “Oh Vegeta, Yamcha hangs around my place because he’s my friend, and
he probably watched you because he wanted to see how you trained, pick up a
few pointers, not to mention the fact that he was checking out the
competition once he realized Bulma was attracted to you.” Goku said, still
trying to convince himself, and Vegeta, that Yamcha’s actions were totally
innocent. 
      “Oh, yes!  Sure!” Vegeta snorted, “That’s why when both of us were
staying at Capsule Corp. he would stand outside the gravity room for hours
on end, seemingly unaware of the passage of time, staring at me with a
distinctly hungry statement on his face, and when I would come out, he
would scamper away like a scared puppy, and sometime later that day, I would
catch him jacking off.” 
     “Vegeta!” Goku gaped at him, “So what!   I’m married, and I still jack
off ....sometimes...” Goku said, blushing. *And it was usually to images of
you in my mind’s eye, with your name falling from my lips as I came* He
thought, smiling as he thought about how lucky he was to finally have his
fantasy come true.
     “Oh really?  Well then, explain to me why when I would catch him, more
often than not he was MOANING MY NAME AS HE DID IT!” Vegeta crowed, his
statement triumphant.
     “No way!  He....your name?” Goku gaped at him, astonished. *Man, talk
about your weird coincidences, Yamcha having an attraction towards Vegeta
too, could it really be true?* he thought.  “But wait, what about Bulma?
Not to mention all the other women he’s gone out with.”  Goku said, his brow
furrowing.
    “Kakarott, when Bulma and I first slept together, she was untouched.”
Vegeta said quietly.
     “WHAT?!” Goku facevaulted.  “But..V..Vegeta, that...c..can’t be!  They
lived together for...oh man!  How long was it?”
      “Long enough that he should have found his way into her bed.”  Vegeta
said.   “Anyway, I once  heard Bulma gossiping with one of her friends about
him, and heard something that seemed rather strange at the time, only
beginning to grasp what it meant later on, after he had moved out of Bulma’s
parents place.  It seems that he spends a certain amount of time with a
woman, and when she starts pressing for physical intimacy, he leaves, and
finds someone new.” 
     “Huh?” Goku gaped at Vegeta, images flashing through his mind of all
the women Yamcha had dated.  “But Vegeta, why would he make such a fuss
about women, even to the point that it seemed like one wasn’t enough for him
and then not touch any of them?  He went out with some pretty gorgeous
girls.  I have a hard time believing that he never slept with even one of
them.” 
     “Me thinks he does protest too much.” Vegeta smirked.
     “Huh?  Wha..” Goku gaped at him, a confused statement on his face.
     “Never mind Kakarott, I’ll explain it to you some other time.” Vegeta
sighed, smiling as he patted his lover on the top of the head
condescendingly.  Goku scowled up at him.
     “Don’t patronize me Vegeta, what did you mean by that?” Goku demanded.

     Vegeta sighed again, smirking at him.  “I was merely speculating that
perhaps all these women are simply your friends attempts to refute, or at
least cover up,  his true sexual orientation.”
     Goku was staring at Vegeta as if his hair had suddenly turned pink.
     “Oh for fuck’s sake Kakarott!  He goes out with all these women to seem
macho,  because he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s gay!”  Vegeta hissed,
exasperated, but still trying to keep his voice down because he sensed the
human in question at the edge of the forest, not far from the house.
     “I know very well what you meant Vegeta,” Goku growled, tightening his
arms around his lover.  Vegeta grunted as he was pulled tightly against
Goku’s body, with Goku staring up intently at him.  
     “Well then, stop acting deliberately obtuse.” Vegeta said as he wrapped
his arms around his lover’s neck and kissed the tip of his nose.
     “But it’s fun.” Goku mock whined, grinning.  As he saw the statement
of frustrated annoyance on his lover’s face, he turned serious.   “Sorry,
force of habit.  I won’t do it when we’re alone anymore, alright?”  Goku
whispered, capturing Vegeta’s lips in a tender kiss.   The kiss quickly
deepened, the two Saiyans moaning softly as Vegeta rocked his hips, grinding
their erections together. 
      “Kakarott,” Vegeta purred, breaking the kiss, “what are we going to do
about Yamcha?”
      “Oh yeah.” Goku said, “I almost forgot.” Vegeta snickered. 
      “Hmm, what did you have in mind, koi?” Goku chuckled, noting the evil
gleam in his lover’s eyes.
     “Oh, I don’t know,” Vegeta began, a sly smile on his lips.  “Maybe we
should invite him in to join us.”
     “V..Vegeta!” Goku stammered, his eyes widening as his face paled.
“You...you really...you want to?”
     “Well, I think you could meet any and all of my needs, and I’m
confident I could do the same for you,  but...” Vegeta smirked at him, “I
know you want to.  How long have you had the hots for him, Kakarott?” he
chuckled as streaks of pink spread across Goku’s cheeks.
    “Umm..uhhh..” Goku’s face flushed a deep red, and he refused to meet
Vegeta’s eyes.
      Vegeta cupped Goku’s chin, tipping his head up to make Goku meet his
eyes.
     “Kakarott,” he prompted.  “Tell me.”
     “I liked Yamcha from when I was about 15, until shortly before I met
you.” Goku blurted out, looking up into Vegeta’s eyes, a shy smile on his
face.  “Then I...I..liked you.”
     “Hmm, I thought so.” Vegeta said softly a small smile playing on his
lips.
     “So, what are we going to do?” Goku asked, a hentai grin appearing on
his face as he saw the evil gleam in his lover’s eyes.    
     “Well,” Vegeta began, “you said you wanted to take a shower after
dinner did you not?” he asked as he stood, then helped Goku to his feet. 
     “Yeah, but...” Goku’s question was cut off as Vegeta laid a finger
across his lips. 
     “Then take it.  I’ll go get Yamcha.”  Vegeta smirked. 
     “Oh, well, O.K., I guess....” Goku slowly walked toward the bathroom,
looking back at Vegeta uncertainly.
     “Don’t worry Kakarott, I’m not going to hurt him, much.” Vegeta
chuckled.  “Just follow my lead, alright?  Now go!” he made shooing motions
with his hands, causing Goku to throw his head back and laugh. 
     “Alright Vegeta, I’ll play along.  You know, I never would have pegged
you as having the hots for him too.” Goku grinned as Vegeta glared at him,
then came towards him still shooing him away.  He laughed again as he turned
and ran to the bathroom, Vegeta taking a swipe at his bottom as he left the
kitchen.
      Goku chuckled as he ran the water, and stepped into the shower, *I
wonder what he’s got in mind for poor Yamcha.  I know Vegeta well enough to
know fear is a major turn on for him, whether it’s his fear or his
partner’s, and sometimes he likes a little bit of pain too.  Man, I hope he
doesn’t hurt him too much.*

     Vegeta stood in the center of the kitchen, a finger pressed to his lips
to quell the evil laughter threatening to bubble up from his chest, a nasty
smile on his lips.  His eyes flashed as he felt Yamcha reach the side of the
Capsule house, and he could feel the other man’s curiosity. *Does the
phrase, curiosity killed the cat mean anything to you, ningen?* Vegeta
thought, chuckling quietly, before he lowered his power level as much as he
could, and slipped out the front door, leaving it open slightly as he began
to creep around the opposite side of the house, stalking his prey.  

    Yamcha stood peering into the bedroom window, wondering how the two
Saiyans had been getting along for the past two days. *Well, they must have
resolved at least some of their differences and learned to tolerate each
other, I can still sense both of their power levels.* Yamcha laughed quietly
to himself as he remembered how worried Krillin, Tien, Chiaotzu and even
Piccolo (although the stoic Namek would never admit to it) had been about
the idea of leaving the two of them alone together for this length of time.

     He also laughed at the brief twinge of jealousy he had felt, because of
the secret attraction he had for both of them. *Man, what is it with me and
Saiyans?  It would be shocking enough for everyone else if they found out I
was really turned on by guys, and I think my life would end very quickly and
violently if Goku and Vegeta found out that I wanted to sleep with them.*
Yamcha shivered as he thought about some of the fantasies he’d had about
getting the two of them in bed together, preferably at the same time.  
    “Yeah right Yamcha, good one.” he snorted.  “Talk about your impossible
dream, Goku and Vegeta are both straight, and even if they did swing that
way, why would they want me when they’re probably better suited to each
other, both of them being the same species and all.” he whispered, a
downcast statement on his face, completely unaware of the Saiyan ears
picking up on his musings. 
    *Wait...Vegeta’s power level just went waaay down, what’s goin’ on?*
Yamcha thought, his brow furrowing.
    He turned to go around the house to the last place he had sensed the
surly prince, and started violently, letting out a loud yelp of surprise as
said prince snapped his arms around the human’s waist, grabbing him in a
crushing grip that made it extremely difficult to breathe. 
    “Boo.” Vegeta said softly.  “Soo, it looks like I’ve caught myself a
peeping Tom, or a peeping ningen as the case may be.  I thought Kakarott and
I both told everyone to leave us alone.” Yamcha shivered at the sound of
Vegeta’s voice, silky, yet menacing at the same time.
    Vegeta’s eyes narrowed as he felt Yamcha tremble, and he merely held him
for a few moments, waiting to see what the human would do or say.
    Yamcha cursed his traitorous body, feeling his cock hardening as his
eyes roamed over Vegeta’s ruggedly handsome features, and he tried
desperately to arch his hips away from the smaller man, before Vegeta felt
his arousal. 
    Vegeta smirked, already having felt the evidence of Yamcha’s desire, and
spun both of them around, slamming Yamcha roughly into the wall, several
cracks appearing on the white surface behind the now very frightened human’s
shoulders. 
    Yamcha managed a ragged gasp as Vegeta pressed himself against his body,
and it was then that Yamcha realized just how little Vegeta was wearing.
His body throbbed with lust as he felt the Saiyan’s stomach pressed against
his pelvis, and his eyes widened as he realized that even with the loose
fitting material of his gi, there was no possible way Vegeta would not
notice Yamcha’s erection pushing against his abdomen.    
   *Oh shit!* Yamcha thought, squeezing his eyes shut as a whimper of fear
escaped him, *This is the end, I am soooo dead!  There’s no way Vegeta could
miss that!*
   “Hmmm, now what am I going to do with you, Yamcha?   I’m going to have to
punish you for disobeying me,  you do realize that, right?” Vegeta purred in
that erotic, evil voice that sent shivers up and down Yamcha’s spine. 
   *Oh God Vegeta!* Yamcha thought wildly, *punish me, fine!  Just keep
talkin to me with that voice!* he gave himself a mental slap, trying to
remind himself that he was probably about to die here.   Vegeta smirked as
he heard the human’s thoughts. 
    Vegeta suddenly yanked Yamcha away from the wall, grabbing  the human’s
right arm and twisting it until Yamcha’s hand was almost between his
shoulder blades, as Vegeta fisted his other hand in Yamcha’s shoulder length
dark hair. 
    Yamcha grunted in pain as Vegeta spun him around and began pushing him
toward the front of the house.
    “Well,” Vegeta growled, “I suppose since you are Kakarott’s friend, he
should have some say in your fate, so let’s go ask him what I should do with
you.” he said as he kicked open the front door and let it slam behind them.
     Yamcha nearly fainted with relief. *Oh yes!  Right on!  Goku won’t let
Vegeta hurt me, he’s my buddy!” he smiled faintly through the pain.  
     “KAKAROTT!” Vegeta shouted, marching Yamcha into the bathroom, and
forcing him to his knees in front of the shower curtain.
     “Hmm?  What’s up Vegeta?” Goku asked, as he pulled aside the shower
curtain, then looked down at Yamcha, an angry frown appearing on his face as
he took in the scene before him.  “What’s going on here, Vegeta?” there was
a warning tone in his voice.
    “I caught him trying to spy on us, he was outside trying to peek in the
bedroom window.” Vegeta growled, pulling none too gently on the still
nervous human’s hair.  “I think he should be punished for his insolence,
after all, did we not tell him and everyone else to leave us alone?”
    Goku studied Vegeta carefully for a moment, considering. *He’s really
getting off on this.*  He thought as he recognized the glimmer of desire in
his lover’s obsidian eyes, and smirked as he saw the rather large bulge in
the front of his spandex shorts. *I’ll play along, if you promise not to
cause him any serious pain Vegeta.* Goku transmitted telepathically. 
   Vegeta smirked back, *I won’t hurt him too much, Kakarott.* came the
reply. 
   “Well Vegeta, I think maybe you’re right, he should be punished.” Goku
said, looking down at Yamcha with only mild interest.  “Do whatever you see
fit, just make sure to save some for me.” he scowled angrily at Yamcha. 
    “Goku!” Yamcha cried, his eyes wide, face pale as his heart skipped a
beat at his longtime friend’s cold words. 
    “Come on, ningen, I’ve got something I’ve been waiting a long time to do
to you.” Vegeta purred.
    “GOKUUUU!!!” Yamcha screamed, terrified, as he was slung over Vegeta’s
shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried out of the bathroom. 
  
     Vegeta strode into the bedroom, a wide grin on his face as he felt the
human’s terror.  It made him want Yamcha even more. 
    “W...Wait Vegeta....Please!!  Don’t kill me!!  I.....Oh shit!  I’ll do
anything, just please don’t hurt me!” Yamcha babbled, almost in tears as
images of all the horrible, painful ways the pair of Saiyans could kill him
flashed through his mind.
    Yamcha raised his head as Vegeta stopped abruptly.
    “Anything?” Vegeta said in that voice that drove Yamcha crazy.
    “Yeah....yeah sure!  Anything you say Vegeta!” Yamcha said quickly,
nodding his head frantically.  
     He let out a startled cry as he was quickly dropped to the floor,
landing on his butt.  He looked up at Vegeta, and trembled at the strange,
intense statement on the prince’s face. 
    “Very well then, on your knees.” Vegeta commanded.
     Yamcha’s body jerked as a mental picture jumped into his mind, and he
gave his head a firm shake, trying to get it out. *There’s no way he would
ask me for that!* he thought to himself.  He changed his mind immediately as
he saw the large bulge in Vegeta’s shorts. *Oh NO WAY!!!* he thought,
*He.....Oh my God...he really...* 
    “Do I have to repeat myself ningen?” Vegeta asked, a dangerous edge
creeping into his voice. 
     “N..no..Vegeta.” Yamcha said quietly, kneeling in front of the Saiyan
submissively.
     “Hmmm, now this I like, someone smart enough to submit to me without
question.” He purred as he looked down at Yamcha, smirking as he watched the
effect his words and his voice were having on the man.  “Do you like it when
I talk to you like this?” He asked seductively, placing a finger under
Yamcha’s chin, and forcing the human to look him in the eyes. 
    “Uh....uh huh.” Yamcha stammered, face flushing, trembling with desire.

     “You like me telling you what to do?” Vegeta asked silkily, stroking
the side of Yamcha’s face gently. 
      Yamcha nodded, looking away shyly. 
    “Don’t you dare turn away from me.” Came the satiny voice, as Vegeta
grabbed Yamcha’s chin and forced him to meet his eyes once more.  “Now,
there’s something in front of your mouth that needs to be taken care of,
ne?”  Vegeta asked, cupping the back of Yamcha’s head and pulling him
forward until his face was pressed against Vegeta’s pelvis. 
     Yamcha rubbed his cheek against the hard length inside Vegeta’s shorts,
and quickly turned his head to press his lips against it through the
spandex, opening his mouth to blow warm air on the throbbing length. 
     Vegeta moaned, his head falling back as he fisted his hands in Yamcha’s
hair, rocking his hips against Yamcha’s face slowly.
    “Yamcha...” Vegeta moaned softly, feeling the human shiver violently in
response to his voice, “suck my cock.” he whispered.
     Yamcha needed no further prompting.  He quickly pulled down Vegeta’s
shorts, wrapping his lips around Vegeta’s erection hungrily as soon as it
was freed, sucking vigorously, taking the silken length down his throat as
far as he could. 
     Vegeta bit back a cry, his knees shaking, as Yamcha worked his arousal
mercilessly with his lips and tongue.  “Uhh.....ohhh...yess.” Vegeta
groaned, his legs trembling, threatening to give out.  
     Both men jumped as a pair of large hands suddenly slid around Vegeta’s
chest, pinching his nipples gently. 
    “Mmm, looks like you two are having fun.” Goku purred, leaning down to
nip Vegeta’s shoulder lightly.  Vegeta moaned and leaned back against Goku
for support as his legs finally buckled from the pleasure given to him by
Yamcha’s eager ministrations.
    “I think we should get horizontal.” Goku murmured into Vegeta’s ear,
gently pulling Yamcha’s head away from Vegeta, both of them crying out in
protest, as Goku swept Vegeta up in his arms, and placed him on the bed.  He
reached back and grabbed Yamcha by the hand, pulling him up off his knees,
and gently pushing him down onto the bed. 
     “Please, continue.” Goku said quietly, gesturing toward Vegeta’s
straining arousal. 
     Yamcha quickly positioned himself between Vegeta’s legs, placing one of
the Saiyan’s legs over each of his broad shoulders, and plunged Vegeta’s
length into his mouth once more.
    Goku moaned softly as his body quivered in response to Vegeta’s hoarse
cry of pleasure, his hand drifting down to wrap around his own pulsing need.

    “Yamcha...” Vegeta rasped.  “Give Kakarott some help.”  
    Yamcha glanced up, and immediately responded to Goku’s predicament,
slapping Goku’s hand away roughly, and wrapping his own hand around Goku’s
cock, stroking him in time with the movement of his mouth on Vegeta’s
manhood.   Goku growled low in his throat, then reached down to tangle the
fingers of one hand in Yamcha’s hair, as he leaned over and claimed Vegeta’s
lips in a bruising kiss.  
    Goku and Vegeta both began to buck their hips,  panting and growling as
Yamcha brought them closer and closer to release. 
    “ENOUGH!” Vegeta bellowed, making Goku and Yamcha jump with surprise.
    Vegeta pushed Yamcha off him, and scrambled up on to his knees.    “Lay
down.” He growled, pushing Yamcha down onto his back, spreading his legs,
and settling himself on top of him.
    “Where’s that oil Kakarott?” Vegeta panted, before grabbing Goku by the
hair and ravishing his mouth almost viciously.   Goku moaned softly,
enjoying his lover’s aggressiveness.   He released Goku after a few moments,
the younger Saiyan breathing raggedly, eyes glazed over with passion.   “Go
find it, I think it’s still in the kitchen.”
     Goku almost fell off the bed, and made his way to the kitchen, holding
the walls as he went.
    “Now as for you,” Vegeta purred, raising himself up until he and Yamcha
were eye to eye, “you’re just going to keep being nice and submissive, got
it?” he said as he ran his tongue over Yamcha’s bottom lip, before seizing
his lips in a possessive kiss.  Yamcha groaned against the Saiyan’s mouth,
undulating sensuously beneath him, his back arching off the bed as he
silently begged Vegeta to touch him. 
    Goku came back in a moment later, oil in hand, and knelt on the bed
behind Vegeta, handing the oil to him and nuzzling his neck gently.
    Suddenly, Vegeta whirled around and seized the unsuspecting Saiyan by
the throat, and slamming him down on the bed beside Yamcha. 
    “You just lie there and watch Kakarott, I’ll get to you soon enough.  In
the meantime, you can play with him a little.” Vegeta paused, tilting his
head toward Yamcha, as he poured some oil into his palm, closing his eyes
and moaning softly as he slowly rubbed it onto his straining erection. 
     “You sure you don’t need some help with that?” Goku breathed, reaching
for him. 
    “NO Kakarott.” Vegeta said sharply, opening his eyes to glare at Goku.
“But he does...” he said, his statement and his voice softening as he took
Goku’s hand and placed it on Yamcha’s stomach.   *Why don’t we work together
Kakarott?* Vegeta transmitted to Goku.   Goku looked up at him, an evil
smile settling on his face, before he nodded eagerly. 
     Goku leaned over and seized Yamcha’s lips in a fiery kiss, his fingers
grazing lightly over the human’s smooth skin.  He smiled against the warm,
pliant lips as he felt the older man’s muscles jump and ripple beneath his
touch, and he slipped his hand down, brushing it against Yamcha’s quivering
length. 
    *Distract him Kakarott.* Vegeta’s mind touched his again, briefly.  
    “Mmm....” Goku moaned softly, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down
Yamcha’s throat, wrenching a low groan from him.  “You know, that looks good
enough to eat.” Goku whispered, moving himself down the bed until his face
was level with Yamcha’s arousal.  Goku flicked out his tongue, licking off
the drop of pre-cum that glistened on the tip of his penis, and then swirled
his tongue around the head, smiling as the man growled and his hands shot up
to cup Goku’s head, pulling down gently hinting at what he wanted.
     Vegeta watched his lovers, his eyes narrowed, panting softly as he
waited for Goku to stop his teasing.  He held a well oiled finger poised at
the human’s entrance, growling as he began to get frustrated with Goku for
taking so long.
     Goku hid a smile as he sensed both Yamcha and Vegeta’s frustration.  He
opened his mouth and began sliding his lips up and down Yamcha’s length
slowly, sucking hard.  
     Yamcha bucked his hips, gasping, as Vegeta chose that moment to push
one finger into him, stretching him gently.  
     *You’re not doing your job Kakarott.* Vegeta admonished, *I might have
to punish you later.* 
     *You can try,* Goku shot back mentally, chuckling around Yamcha’s
erection, making the man groan at the vibration.
     Vegeta snickered, grinning evilly down at Goku, before his statement
sobered and he gently inserted a second finger into Yamcha, who was
beginning to squirm beneath them. 
    “Uhhh....” Yamcha moaned, rocking his hips, fists clenched and almost
tearing the sheets.  “Please....G...Goku...Vegeta...Oh..tha..that feels...”
he tossed his head from side to side, “More..more!” he cried, shuddering
violently.  
     Vegeta smirked, and inserted a third finger, marveling at the human’s
pliant, yet responsive nature. *I could get used to this.* he thought,
*Kakarott, with his own dominant nature in bed, and this one who enjoys
being submissive, I think we make a good combination.* he bent his fingers,
seeking Yamcha’s prostate, and had to stifle a laugh when he did find it, as
Yamcha’s  hips shot up, driving his length down Goku’s throat, and very
nearly choking the younger Saiyan. 
     Yamcha writhed wildy beneath the two Saiyans as Goku continued to suck
on his erection, and Vegeta positioned his own length at Yamcha’s entrance,
holding the thrashing human’s hips still as he slowly pushed himself inside.

     Vegeta let out a long, low moan as Yamcha’s muscles gripped him
tightly.   As Vegeta pushed himself all the way inside his lover’s body, his
eyes slid shut, and his head fell back, lips parted.   He began to pant as
he fought to stay still inside the human, tremors wracking his muscular
frame. 
     Yamcha stopped writhing as Vegeta entered him, his eyes wide, mouth
working, but no sound coming out.  Pleasure coursed through him as Vegeta
stretched and filled him, and Goku continued to caress his member with his
lips and tongue.
    After a few moments, he rocked his hips, reaching down to lace his
fingers through Vegeta’s as his other hand continued to urge Goku up and
down his length. “Please....Vegeta...I...I want more.”  Yamcha begged
quietly. 
     Something snapped inside Goku at the soft plea, and with a snarl he
wrenched himself away from Yamcha, grabbing the massage oil and kneeling
behind Vegeta.  “Kakarott!” Vegeta said, startled at his lover’s quick
movement, “What are you..uhh..” he moaned softly as Goku began planting
gentle kisses up and down the side of his neck. 
    “I can’t take this anymore.” Goku growled, smearing oil on his much
neglected arousal, and plunging two fingers into Vegeta.
    The Saiyan prince’s head fell back, a ragged gasp escaping him as he
felt Goku’s arousal pushing against him.  He pulled out of Yamcha slightly
to press himself against his koi’s need.
    “This way we both get to be on top.” Goku purred, gripping Vegeta’s hips
and burying himself inside the smaller Saiyan.  Vegeta cried out, trembling,
as Goku began to move inside him.  His fingers tightened painfully on
Yamcha’s hips, the man whimpering slightly. 
    Goku looked down at him, smirking.  “Don’t worry Yamcha, we didn’t
forget about you.” he said, as he pulled Vegeta’s hips back, burying himself
inside him again, and then pushed Vegeta forward roughly, driving his cock
into Yamcha’s tight heat. 
    Vegeta growled low in his throat as he caught on to Goku’s idea, and
began to move himself back and forth, alternately burying himself inside
Yamcha, and impaling himself on Goku’s length. 
    Animalistic cries filled the air as the three men thrashed against each
other, sweat rolling off chiseled bodies as their movements steadily became
more frantic as they neared completion.  
    Streaks of color began to appear before Vegeta’s eyes as he was stroked
inside and out, and his hands wrapped around Yamcha’s rock hard arousal,
gripping him tightly and stroking in time with his thrusts.  An ecstatic
chain reaction was the result.  
    Yamcha shouted hoarsely as his seed sprayed into the air, his muscles
clamping down tightly on Vegeta.   Vegeta thrust into Yamcha one last time,
crying out as he spilled his seed deep inside the human.  Goku screamed out
his own pleasure as he plunged deeply into Vegeta, the smaller Saiyan’s
muscles clamping down on his length as well.  
     The three of them collapsed on the bed, side by side, Vegeta trapped
between the two larger men. 
     “Wow...that..Oh God!” Yamcha panted. 
     “Oh no..” Vegeta groaned.  “Not again, another one with a gift for
understating things.”  Yamcha looked at Vegeta, then at Goku, obviously
confused.  Goku just laughed.
     After a few moments of silence, Vegeta snuggled tightly against Yamcha,
wrapping his arms tightly around the human’s waist, and looked over his
shoulder at Goku.
     Goku curled up tightly against Vegeta’s back, wrapping his arms around
Yamcha and Vegeta, as he threw a leg over Yamcha’s hip.   Yamcha sighed
happily, his eyes slipping closed as he began to doze off.
     “Don’t get too comfortable.” Vegeta muttered, “Remember how much
younger Kakarott is than you and I, I’d say he’ll be ready to go again in
about 10 minutes.”
     Yamcha gaped at Goku, who merely smirked, wiggling his eyebrows
suggestively.   “Oh man.” Yamcha said softly.
     “You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into, do you?”
Vegeta chuckled.
     “What do you mean Vegeta?” Goku pouted playfully, one hand sliding down
to caress Vegeta’s stirring arousal as he pressed his own semi-hard length
against Vegeta’s back. “Your sex drive is every bit as high as mine.  I hope
your feeling energetic Yamcha, cause it’s gonna be a long night.”
      Yamcha yelped as he was pounced on by the two very horny Saiyans.  
                                  
     TBC................
                          
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