Fusion. Chapter 3

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*

In exactly forty minutes, Chi-Chi was bathed, dressed, and running lightly down the stairs, clad in a light, pink summer dress that clung softly to her curves, and ended a couple of inches above her knees. Pink flats, a couple of bangles on her arms, and simple hoop earrings completed the outfit beautifully. All the boys stopped wrestling around in the yard and stared. Gohan and Goten had never seen their mother dressed in anything but the long, bulky, cumbersome outfits that seemed to cover every inch of skin except her arms and face.

"Wow, Chi-Chi," Bulma said, her voice slightly husky "you look awesome." her eyes dropped slowly, taking in every inch of Chi-Chi's long, slender legs, noticing the well toned calves, creamy thighs, the way that dress seemed to accentuate the curve of her hips and buttocks, the slender waist, the swell of her breasts... Bulma's eyes slowly drank in the sight of Chi-Chi's hair, long and flowing freely about her face and shoulders, noticing the full, slightly parted lips made all the more sensual by an application of light pink, shimmery lip gloss, and moving up to those black velvet eyes, the ones she had come so close to drowning in on more than one occasion, the same eyes that were widened in surprise as they stared right back at her. Then Chi-Chi smiled at her, and then let her gaze drop to settle on Bulma's breasts for a few seconds, before catching the other's eye and giving her a wink and a devilish smile.

"Come on, let's go mom!" Goten grabbed his mother's hand and began pulling her up the hill and onto the trail. Mirai Trunks and Gohan grabbed the picnic baskets, blanket and toys for the two younger boys as Chibi Trunks grabbed Bulma's hand and said "Yeah mom, come on!"

Bulma smiled and allowed herself to be pulled up the hill, admiring the gentle sway of Chi-Chi's hips beneath her dress all the way to the picnic sight, eagerly anticipating the time when the boys would be in bed and she would have the dark-haired beauty all to herself. *This might well prove to be the longest afternoon of my entire life* she thought ruefully.

Goku and Vegeta's sparring grounds, two hours later.....

The two Super Saiyans flew at each other once again, executing kicks and punches so fast that no ordinary human could follow their moves. Goku fired an enormous Kamehameha at Vegeta, but he dodged and suddenly appeared scant inches from Goku's face! Goku braced himself for a blow, but instead, Vegeta stopped and looked down at his abdomen, which proceeded to issue a horribly loud, fierce growl.

"O.K., now it's lunchtime." He said with a smile, before delivering a jab to Goku's stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and then sprinting back toward the capsule house.

"Come on Kakarott," he called over his shoulder, "first one back gets his choice of beds, not to mention the food!!" he laughed and flew off.

Goku stared after Vegeta, stunned, "Was he actually playful? Did he just laugh? Hey he did!" he broke into an ear-to-ear grin, "Vegeta laughed! A real, having fun laugh, not just the evil one he has just before he destroys someone. Wow!" Goku chuckled and slowly flew off after Vegeta, but rapidly picked up speed when he remembered the comment made about the food.

Just as he cleared the forest and was approaching the lakeshore where they had set up the house, Goku was blind-sided and sent careening off to the left, landing hard and sliding along the beach. He managed to get an arm under himself and slowly pushed himself up off the sand. He was almost upright when two strong hands gripped him and he found himself lifted into the air.

"Vegeta, what the hell are you doing?" he hissed as the hand on his right side found the sore spot where an elbow had connected with his ribs.

"Oh, I think we should clean a little of the sweat and grime off before we go and eat don't you?" Goku raised his head and found Vegeta's face so close to his own that their noses were brushing together. His eyes narrowed and his lips parted. Even as he knew Vegeta probably had something nasty in mind, he couldn't work up the motivation to defend himself. Suddenly, Vegeta's hands gave up their hold on his ribs, and his arms snapped around Goku's waist, their bodies pressed together from chest to groin. Vegeta's eyes flashed dangerously as he heard Goku's sharp intake of breath and saw his eyes slide shut, desire etched on his face. *So, it's just as I suspected, he wants me too.* he shuddered as he pressed his pelvis against Goku's,*Well, I don't think I should make it quite that easy.* Goku's eyes snapped open in surprise as he was suddenly released, and found himself beginning to fall. Just as his reflexes began to kick in, a hand wrapped itself around his ankle, and Goku found himself being swung around rapidly.

"Damn it! What....!? he shouted, but the question was never completed as he hit the water with an enormous splash. He came up sputtering and coughing to the sound of Vegeta's laughter coming from the beach. The Saiyan prince struck a most undignified pose, on his knees in the sand, pointing at Goku, and laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

"Oh shit!" he wheezed between gulps of air, "Kakarott! You should have seen your face!" he fell over on his side and dissolved into laughter once more. Goku swam in and stalked angrily toward the Vegeta, determined to get revenge, and before he could recover from his laughter, Vegeta felt himself swept up in Goku's arms, as Goku strode purposefully toward the water.

"Oh no you don't!" Vegeta growled as he began to struggle violently. Goku dropped Vegeta's legs, wrapped his arms tightly around him and hauled him up against his chest, trying not to be distracted by the feeling of Vegeta wriggling against him.

"Turnabout's fair play" he smirked, and leapt into the water with Vegeta still in his arms. As they came back up to the surface, with much more coughing and sputtering, though on Vegeta's part this time, he reached up and grabbed a handful of Goku's hair, forcing his head under the water.

"Yes, I suppose it is" he snarled.

"Oh yeah?" Goku immediately reciprocated.

"Yeah!" countered Vegeta, slamming against him and dunking him once again. They dunked each other repeatedly, seeming to get more close body contact with each try. Finally, after several minutes, the two wet, half-drowned Saiyans made their way to the beach, chuckling.

"What are we gonna do about these?" Goku asked.

"About what?" Vegeta turned, to notice Goku's clothes, which were still dripping wet. "Hmph, mine are practically dry already. Well, take them off." he said, sounding much more flippant than he felt at the thought of watching him disrobing. Goku's face went a bright pink, "Well," Vegeta glared impatiently, "what's wrong?" *Get on with it already! I want to see this!*

"N-n-nothing," Goku stammered.

"Oh for heaven's sake!" he stormed over and, without warning, undid the sash at Goku's waist, pulled off the orange shirt, then practically ripped off the blue one, trying to not to stare too much at the other's now naked chest and stomach. Goku backed away so quickly he fell backward onto the sand, and sat there gaping up at Vegeta, crossing his legs and trying to cover up his rapidly forming hard-on as he tried to ignore the sight of the still slightly damp blue outfit, a little tighter than usual, hugging every line of Vegeta's well toned body.

"Think you can handle it from here?" Vegeta smirked, pulling off his gloves, then his chest armor and dropping them on the mat inside the door on his way into the house.