C, C, C&C, C, C&C, C, C&C, C, C&C. . . um. . . yeah.
<Part 1>
"Oh come on Vegita! It'll be fun!"
"I do not DO fun woman."
"This is exactly why we didn't work out. You never try anything new!"
"This computer is hardly new. I have used them before."
"But not like this."
"There is a reason for that."
Bulma slammed the door and stood in front of it, glarring at her Ex-lover and the father of her children. She was going to get him to have some fun if it killed her! "A bad one! What are you up tight about? No one's tried to blow up or take over the world in forever! You have some freetime! Just try it."
"I said no."
"Half an hour. That's all I ask."
He looked at her carefully. "Half an hour."
"Yes."
"And then I can leave?"
"Yes!"
"Fine." Vegita sat down at Bulma's personal computer and glarred at her, "What do you want me to do?"
"Try out the chat database I programmed for the Capsule Corp."
"You want me to use a chat room."
"Yep."
"No."
"Half an hour. Come on."
"You are a bitch."
"I know. So log on."
He typed the program up and watched the screen dispassionately then typed in his name.
"NO! You can't use your real name! Where's the fun in that?! The point of chat rooms is that you're annonomous!"
He hunched his shoulders as his mouth and nose twitch in a held back snarl.
"Come on, try something fun."
"Like?"
"How about. . ." She leaned over and typed something in.
"No."
"Oh come on!"
"It's lewd."
"It's an anagram!"
"Hn."
"Come on."
"You are trying my patience."
"Like you didn't for the twenty some years we were together?"
"I told you that it was only for breeding purposes."
"I know, you were still a bastard to live with though."
"Fine." He hit enter and folded his arms.
Bulma smiled and walked to the door. Just before leaving she reminded him, "A full half hour Vegita-kun."
"I know woman!"
"Have fun."
"Hn!"
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>(ray_spanc12in has entered the chat room)
>Brief says: So you walked in on them?! 0_0
>MrKame says: Yeah! And I swear it was all over the place!
>Brief says: Grossssssss!!!!!!!! -_-;
>MrKame says: That isn't the worst part!
>Brief says: There's more?!
>MrKame says: *nods* It was GREEN!!!
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I have to listen to this for half an hour?! What was Bulma thinking?!
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>Brief says: : / are you kidding me?
>MrKame says: I swear it's true!
>Brief says: Nasty! And it was on his lips too?!
>MrKame says: Uhuh!
>(#1player has entered the chat room)
>#1player says: Come on you two, we have a newbie. Don't ignore him!
>MrKame says: Oh, heh, sorry. Hi.
>Briefs says: Yeah, hi from me too.
>MrKame says: They were all over each other!
>Briefs says: But MK! It was in your house?! What about your parents man!?!
>Mr Kame says: *snort* Like mom even knows the
green machine is staying there! She hates
him! She'd flip if she knew her oldest son was boinking him!
>Breifs says: Boinking?
>#1player says: Hey Ray, you might want to chat
somewhere else for now, I know there two,
they'll go on for hours and you don't want to know about what!
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Yeah no shit.
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>ray_spanc12in says: How do I go somewhere else?
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The computer made an odd noise and Vegita slid back. //Shit! What did I do? I only touched it! Damn Earth computers are so fragile.//
A new window popped up and the Saiyan settled back in. //Just sound effects. Hn.//
//So what is this then. . . A privite chat? Why not,
gotta be better than the other two.//
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>(ray_spanc12in accepts private chat)
>#1player says: There, now you're somewhere else. ^_^
>#1player says: You're a newbie aren't ya?
>ray_spanc12in says: Yes. I am here under protest.
>#1player says: LOL
>ray_spanc12in says: what is lol?
>#1player says: Laughing out loud.
>#1player says: Try it.
>ray_spanc12in says: I don't laugh.
>#1player says: Really? That's kinda sad. Why not?
>ray_spanc12in says: I have an image to uphold.
>#1player says: Well I don't know who you are so why
worry? That's a joy of chat rooms. You
can be yourself. I promise I wont laugh at you. ^_^V
>ray_spanc12in says: You sound like my ex-wife.
>#1player says: Smart lady.
>ray_spanc12in says: Hrmph!
>#1player says: You know if either of us is
taking a risk it's me. Private chating with a guy called
ray spank 12 inch.
>ray_spanc12in says: It's 12in. The girl's idea. She says it's an anagram.
>#1player says: ^_^V
>ray_spanc12in says: what is ^_^V?
>#1player says: I'm giving a V for victory.
>ray_spanc12in says: Well stop it.
>#1player says: ^_^V
>ray_spanc12in says: I said quit.
>#1player says: ^_^V
>#1player says: ^_^V
>#1player says: ^_^V
>#1player says: ^_^V
>#1player says: ^_^V
>#1player says: ^_^V
>#1player says: ^_^V
>ray_spanc12in says: SHUT UP!
>#1player says: ^_^V oops, I mean, shutting up.
>#1player says: Hello?
>#1player says: ray?
>#1player says: I'm sorry. Come back. P~L~E~A~S~E~?
>#1player says: : (
>ray_spanc12in says: Not another one!
>#1player says: I didn't scare you off! Yeah! ^___^
>ray_spanc12in says: Well you're slightly better to talk to than the 'it's green!' twins.
>#1player says: LOL
>ray_spanc12in says: lol
>#1player says: There! It's a start!
>ray_spanc12in says: Hmph.
>#1player says: ^_^ at least I didn't get the 'Hrmph' this time.
>ray_spanc12in says: You're tolerable.
>#1player says: Oh that's just the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me!
>ray_spanc12in says: Hn.
>#1player says: Wow! I've graduated to Hn! You must really like me!
>ray_spanc12in says: Maybe.
>#1player says: *shocked to silence*
>ray_spanc12in says: Finally!
>#1player says: Hey!
>ray_spanc12in says: ^_^. . . ^_^V
>#1player says: This is the start of a BEAUTIFUL friendship.
>ray_spanc12in says: ^_^
>#1player says: So what's the anagram for?
>ray_spanc12in says: ?
>#1player says: ray_spanc12in?
>ray_spanc12in says: Guess.
>#1player says: Give me a clue?
>ray_spanc12in says: I don't know what it is, the woman decided on it.
>#1player says: So why'd you tell me to guess?! :P
>ray_spanc12in says: Did you just stick your tongue out at me?!
>#1player says: Yep. :P
>ray_spanc12in says: Well :P x 2
>#1player says: :P x 100
>ray_spanc12in says: :P x infinity to the infinite power.
>#1 player says: Doh! . . . no fair!
>ray_spanc12in says: :P again.
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A couple hours later, Bulma came back. The last person she expected to see on her computer was Vegita! She was sure he'd have left the minuet his time was up! "Vegita?"
The Saiyan prince jumped and spun to look at her. "WHAT?"
"I ah. . . . could I have my computer back now?"
"My time can't be up. I've only been on about twenty minuets, you made the deal."
"Vegita, you've been on there for two hours."
"You're lying."
Bulma shook her head ruefully, "I'm not. Look at the sky. It's getting dark."
". . ."
"I really need my computer now."
"Hold on."
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>#1player says: Hello?
>#1player says: ray?
>#1player says: . . . hellllloooooooooooooo?
>#1player says: : (
>#1player says: . . . : ( ( ( (
>ray_spanc12in says: I have to give the onna her computer back.
>#1player says: Oh. : (
>ray_spanc12in says: will you be here again?
>#1player says: Same time tomorrow?
>ray_spanc12in says: Alright.
>#1player says: It's a date then. ^_^
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"Vegitaaaaaaaaa!"
"I'm getting off of it onna!"
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>ray_spanc12in says: I really have to go now.
>#1player says: Ok. I'll talk to you tomorrow.
>ray_spanc12in says: Yes.
>#1player says: Ja ne!
>ray_spanc12in says: Hn.
>#1player says: I got a HN! *swoon*
>ray_spanc12in says: Baka. Ja.
(ray_spanc12in has left the chat room)
(#1player has left the chat room)
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"There! Are you happy now onna?!"
"Um. . . thanks. How'd you like it?"
Vegita looked at her carefully, "I don't dislike it."
"Wow! That's a real compliment!"
"Hn." He growled and stormed out of the office. He
made a quick decision and headed to the near by computer store. After all
it wouldn't hurt to have his own PC. Just for emergencies of course.
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Bulma sat at her desk, shocked into inactivity. Vegita had really liked the chatroom! She quickly typed up the memory log and checked who he'd talked to. The computer blipped and a frowny face popped up on the screen.
//Great. All the people he could chat with and he finds a computer literate one who covers her tracks. Now I'll never know what kept him on that long.//
Out the window the Capsule Corp executive could see Vegita flying toward the city. Very likely to the computer supply center there. //I've created a monster!// She thought. Then she smiled. //But at least he did seem happy for once.//
~Owari part 1~
<Part 2>
Vegita faced off with Goku in their daily sparring session. He was determined to beat the other Saiyan even IF the eternal dragon had named Goku strongest fighter in the universe! Vegita wanted it more and because of that, he would one day triumph!
Goku threw a Kame hame ha at his prince and Vegita leap frogged it with ease and shot forward to pummel the other man with rapid fire punches and kicks. "Woah! Vegita! Slow down!" Goku panted and shot back from the other man. "What's gotten in to you."
"I need to finish this fight."
"Why?"
"I have an appointment."
Goku arched a brow, "And it's more important than beating me?"
"Could be."
"Well come on! Tell me!"
"Hn."
Goku wasn't giving up THAT easily. Vegita could never stand his picking for long. "Tell me?"
"No."
"Awe come on!"
"No."
"Please?"
"No." Vegita kept fighting even among Goku's petulant whining until his watch beeped. Without looking back he flew off leaving Goku to pout.
//Somethings got Vegita really psyched! When Gohan
got this way it was because of Piccolo. . . could Vegita have a girlfriend?!
After Bulma I thought he was done with the opposite sex but now. . . Wow!
I gotta ask Bulma! She'll know!//
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When Goku showed up at her door Bulma was confused. When he asked about Vegita's new love interest she burst out laughing. "Oh!. . . ahahahaha,. . . Goku! It's not a lo. . . love interest! He's just got an Internet buddy!"
The Saiyan's eyes were like saucers! "Vegita?!?!"
"Yeah! I talked him into trying out a chat room and he met someone."
"Vegita?!?!?!"
"Yes. Isn't it cute?!"
"I. . . you . . . are you SURE?!"
"Positive."
"This is. . ."
"Unexpected?"
"Yeah."
Bulma nodded, "but it's good! I mean, he actually looks forward to something other than fighting now!"
"Yeah, he even cut our practice short, and he was winning!"
The blue hair woman clasped her hands in delight, "Oooh! He's hooked!"
"Are you sure it isn't romantic?" Goku asked again, he was sure he'd seen the signs. . .
"I'm sure. He's just found a friend."
"That doesn't sound like Vegita."
"That's a good thing."
Goku nodded and left quietly, turning one last glance
to Vegita's window. "Maybe."
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The prince of the Saiyans logged onto his computor
with a grin. The door was firmly locked of course. It wouldn't do for the
other Saiyans to see their prince grinning like a fledge. He couldn't help
it though. Player was the closest thing to a best friend he'd ever had
and he was realizing now what he'd been missing all those years. It felt
good to have someone to talk to.
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>(ray_spanc12in has entered the chat room)
>ray_spanc12in says: player?
>ray_spanc12in says: Hello?
>ray_spanc12in says: :,(
>(#1player has entered the chat room)
>#1player says: What?
>ray_spanc12in says: You're late.
>#1player says: I'm sorry. Forgive me?
>ray_spanc12in says: Only if you tell me what you were up to. You don't have ball practice today.
>#1player says: I was just watching.
>ray_spanc12in says: Prince watching again?
>#1player says: *sigh* yeah. It was like he
didn't even see me there though.
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Vegita growled. Player had made it no secret that he was bi sexual and insanly in love with his prince, who didn't even know he was one of his subjects.
Of course player had to be a hopeless romantic. Instead of going out and finding someone else to satisfy him, he just pined over the oblivious sovereign from afar. The Saiyan was ready to tear the guy's head off if he didn't take notice soon! He'd never been so protective of anyone, but player was too kind to get hurt like he was getting hurt by the royal ass.
Of course to do that he'd have to find out who the
guy was and 'that' wasn't as easy as it should have been.
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>ray_spanc12in says: My offer stands.
>#1player says: You can't kill him.
>ray_spanc12in says: Why not? He's hurting you?!
>#1player says: He doesn't know that he is though. So it doesn't count.
>ray_spanc12in says: It does to you.
>#1player says: Lets just drop it for now. K?
>ray_spanc12in says: What's your real name?
>#1player says: ah ah ah, that's telling.
>ray_spanc12in says: Well give me a hint of who you are.
>#1player says: How goes the investigation?
>ray_spanc12in says: Well you wont tell me if you play ball professionally or not. . .
>#1player says: Not going to either.
>ray_spanc12in says: Well I narrowed it down with the male, ball player hints.
>#1player says: Oh yeah? To how many?
>ray_spanc12in says: 86.
>#1player says: LMAO!
>#1player says: ^_^V *snicker*
>ray_spanc12in says: Only you could get away with that.
>#1player says: I know, I'm blessed. You want a hint?
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//Who do I have to kill?!//
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>ray_spanc12in says: YES!
>#1player says: Ok. I'm a close. . .
>ray_spanc12in says: uhuh?
>#1player says: friend of. . .
>ray_spanc12in says: yes?
>#1player says: Bulma Briefs'
>ray_spanc12in says: -_-;
>#1player says: :P
>ray_spanc12in says: That was crewl.
>#1player says: couldn't resist it.
>ray_spanc12in says: ha. ha.
>#1player says: Well I still don't know who you are either.
>ray_spanc12in says: The anagram is your only clue. I am completely different in person.
>#1player says: Yeah, I know, you have an image to uphold.
>ray_spanc12in says: Don't you?
>#1player says: Nah. The only person who's opinion
I really care about doesn't notice me
anyway.
>ray_spanc12in says: I still say you should let me kill him.
>#1player says: No way.
>ray_spanc12in says: Just tell me his first name.
>#1player says: And have you systematically beat everyone in the city with that name? No way.
>ray_spanc12in says: How do you know I'd do that?
>#1player says: I've talked to you enough to
know that you're a fighter. And that you have a short
fuse when it comes to people crossing you.
>ray_spanc12in says: You know a lot about me and I don't know anything about you.
>#1player says: You know more than anyone else does.
>ray_spanc12in says: How do you keep any friends if they know nothing about you?
>#1player says: They aren't very perceptive.
>ray_spanc12in says: Yeah no shit.
>#1player says: Well I can't expect them to
see all and know all, especially with all the stuff they
have to go through.
>ray_spanc12in says: Stuff?
>#1player says: You know those two who were talking the first day, about the green. . .
>ray_spanc12in says: yeah? so?
>#1player says: They're the sons of two of my friends. One of their brother's is mated to an alien.
>ray_spanc12in says: the green thing gave it away.
>#1player says: Yeah you see, they have enough to worry about.
>ray_spanc12in says: I still say they could pay more attention to you.
>#1player says: Hey, I learned early not to make waves.
>ray_spanc12in says: but are you happy with that?
>#1player says: As long as I can see my prince every day of my life I'm happy.
>ray_spanc12in says: He's a fool.
>#1player says: Thanks for saying that, but don't make me hurt you.
>ray_spanc12in says: Then you'd have to give up who you are.
>#1player says: . . . damn.
>ray_spanc12in says: *grin*
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Vegita slamed his fists into the iron fiber punching bag Bulma had invented. His muscles flexed and his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. He hated not being able to do anything to help his new found friend! Each punch was accented by a curse and snarl as he took out his agression on the innocent bag.
Over the five months they'd been chatting, Vegita had gotten to know and respect Player. Respect was something he didn't give out lighty. But also over those months he'd watched the man slip deeper and deeper into depression over his prince's blindness to him. He tried to cover it up with jokes but pain was there every word and it was tearing the Saiyan apart not being able to DO anything!
The last conversation had really frightened him. Vegita couldn't ever recall being truely frightened before, but Player's innocent, 'If I died, do you think he'd miss me?' had been too much! How could anyone not miss such a wonderful friend? What was wrong with the stubbourn royal who couldn't see what the Gods had given him?!
A strong round house snapped the bag in half and Vegita growled at the now useless piece of equipment.
"Easy there big guy, it's dead already." chuckling voice found his ears, "You killed it."
The Saiyan looked up to find Yamcha perched in his gravity chamber. "What are you doing here?!"
The warrior slid to the ground and shrugged, "Getting a new bag from Bulma. I killed mine too." He looked at the limp sack on the ground and then back at vegita, "Wanna talk about it?"
"What would 'we' have to talk about ningen?!" He sneared.
Yamcha wouldn't take the hint, "Whatever made you murder your excersize equipment."
"It is not your business."
"Goku said you found a new hobby."
"Hn. Bigmouthed baka."
"So you really did?! You surf the chat rooms?!"
"No."
"Oh. Ok. An exclusive deal, I get it."
"Don't you ever shut up?"
"Sorry."
"Hn!"
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>(ray_spanc12in has entered the chat room)
>(#1player has entered the chat room)
>ray_spanc12in says: You didn't Email me.
>#1player says: I had a rough day. Sorry.
>ray_spanc12in says: His low-ness again?
>#1player says: He hates me!
>ray_spanc12in says: Just because he doesn't talk to you doesn't mean that he hates you.
>#1player says: I talked to him.
>ray_spanc12in says: Really?
>#1player says: He looked upset so I tried to cheer him up.
>ray_spanc12in says: He deserves to be upset.
>#1player says: Please don't say stuff like that ok? Not today.
>ray_spanc12in says: player? What's wrong?
>#1player says: He hates me ok? I've been fooling myself. He could never care about me.
>ray_spanc12in says: He could have just been having a bad day.
>#1player says: You think so?
>ray_spanc12in says: 'I' have them all the time.
>#1player says: It just feels like I'm banging my head against a brink wall.
>ray_spanc12in says: Bricks can crack.
>#1player says: Not before my head!
>ray_spanc12in says: So use your hands.
>#1player says: If you're gonna tell me to punch him. . .
>ray_spanc12in says: I was going to say make him a peace offering.
>#1player says: With what? I'm not exactly well off.
>ray_spanc12in says: Another hint!
>#1player says: Shit. Me and my big mouth.
>ray_spanc12in says: ^_^
>#1player says: ^_^
>ray_spanc12in says: Try making something? Or
maybe share something that makes 'you' feel
good, maybe it'll work for him.
>#1player says: Thanks ray. You always have an answer.
>ray_spanc12in says: I wish. C ya
>#1player says: Yeah. Later.
>(#1player has left the chat room.)
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Vegita sat back and stared at his screen. After listening to Player he realized he'd been a little harsh to Yamcha earlier too. The ningen had only wanted to help after all. Maybe. . . No. No way. That would completely discredit his image of the strong, angry Saiyan. Yamcha was a warrior. He'd get over it.
~Owari part 2~
<Part Three>
It was the next morning when someone knocked on the gravity chamber door, that Vegita realized how seriously Yamcha had taken his anger.
The ningen stood there, shifting uncomfortably and refusing to meet his eyes.
"What do you want now?"
"I. . . came to say I'm sorry." He said before finaly raising his eyes to the Saiyan. "For upsetting you yesterday. I. . . here." He shoved a box into the Saiyan's hands and stepped back, "You can. . . anytime you want to use those. . . just call me. It helps me when I'm upset."
Vegita stared at the ningen.
"I have to go to practice now. Sorry I interrupted your work out."
The Saiyan prince was still staring as Yamcha took off for the feild. The ningen's words were circling in his brain.
'. . . to say sorry. . . it helps me when I'm upset.' '. . . have to go to practice. . .'
He opened the box slowly. A battered and used ball blove and base ball. //He wants to play catch?//
'. . . helps when I'm upset.'
//A ball player. A close friend of Bulma's. Not very well off.// His eyes flashed as his mind worked over time. //It's HIM! Yamcha is Player!//
He was sitting at his computer ready to log on before another idea hit him.
//He's in love with a prince. His prince who doesn't realize that he's his subject. . .//
"It's me?!"
Bulma knocked softly, "Vegita? Are you ok?"
"Go away! Annoying onna!"
"Hrmph! Fine. Rot in there if you want to!"
He was frozen. He couldn't breath.
"Vegita?"
He couldn't get the words out to make her go away again.
"Vegita I'm coming in there if you don't answer me!"
The world darkened and he could feel himself lose conciousness as his body fought passed it's shock to gather breath and lost.
'He' was the prince that had made player, had made
Yamcha so depressed.
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Bulma slammed the door down to find her ex-husband gasping for air from a kneeling position on the floor. "Vegita!"
She pulled him into the bathroom as he passed out and into the shower, turning the water on full cold blast. He hollered and lunged, destroying the shower stall before he realised where he was. After that he just turned off the water and sat in the remains of the glass door of the stall and stared.
"Vegita?" She asked softly, "Are you ok?"
"You know Yamcha well right?"
The woman was fighting to get all of what happened and was happening through her head. "Yamcha." She nodded, "Yes, I've known him since he came out of the desert and decided to be a good guy."
"Have you spoken to him lately?"
"Just the basic 'hi how are you's. What's going on? Did Yamcha do something. . ."
"No." The Saiyan prince stood carefully and brushed the glass shards from him.
"You were having a panic attack."
"I do not panic."
She glarred at him as only women can glare. "Oh then what would you call getting so scared you can't breath and end up writhing on the floor? A dance step?"
"Hn!"
"What's going on?!"
"Nothing."
"Which is what my brain is going to be reduced to if I don't get some answers you Saiyan son of a . . .!"
"Yamcha is Player."
She stood blinking for a moment. "You paniced because he plays baseball?"
He glarred.
A new idea skimmed her conciousness, "You mean he alias on line? #1player? Why would that make you. . . HE is your online friend?!" Bulma was going to laugh at the irony but Vegita's face stopped her. For a moment he'd looked so. . . lost! "Vegita? Did he say something. . ." She froze, "His crush. He told you when you chatted about his prince."
"You knew."
"He swore me to secrecy! I mean, he doesn't want anyone to know he's Saiyan. He hates it! Yamcha's a tough guy and yeah he used to be the Desert Wolf, but he hates to kill, and that's all Saiyan he's known have done. When he started falling for you he needed someone to talk to. I. . . Vegita please don't hurt him for it. He can't help it! You couldn't possibly hold this against him!"
"You married me, you bore my children, and you knew all the while that he. . ."
"I needed something! Ok?! I was a bitch! I know!
But I needed someone to keep me grounded!"
She slid to the bed and hung her head in shame, "I thought it was only
a crush. I thought he'd get over it if you weren't available. But all he
did was hide it from you. He watched you every chance he got, he hung around
me so that he could be near you. You know that shirt of yours that I turned
pink accidently? He asked for it when you threw it out. And I just kept
thinking it was a phase."
"He has told me for months about his prince and how horrible his rejection made him feel. I wanted to kill the bastard." Vegita snickered painfully, "I've spent the last five months wishing death on myself!"
"Vegita, you can't force yourself to love someone. He understands that."
"I treated him like shit."
"You treat everyone like that."
He glared at the overly helpful woman.
"Ok, so I could be a little more helpful." She sighed, "Try being his friend."
"I don't do 'friends'."
"Well you were his friend on line."
"That's different."
"Why? Because he didn't know who you were? That's no excuse."
"It's a perfect excuse, I am Prince of the Saiyan. I can not afford weakness."
"And friends are a weakness."
"Yes. Friends can be used against you in battle as easily as lovers."
"And so you're just going to keep on pretending he doesn't exist. Make him sad. Hate yourself for making him sad. And one day when he dies because it's gone on so long that he just doesn't care anymore, you stand at his grave in the dark since a Prince doesn't attend commoner's funerals and force yourself not to cry because you're a Saiyan?"
"Hn."
"Sounds like a lousy plan to me."
"Shut up Onna! What would you know of ruling a race?!"
"Obviously less than I thought." She hissed. "I thought you had to know 'who' you ruled oops. My mistake."
"You are pushing me too far!"
"Good! Someone needs to!" She faced of with the angry Saiyan and stopped just short of spitting in his face! "You ass hole! I don't know what he SEES in you! All you are is a scared little shit hiding behind your title!"
"I do not hide."
She grit her teeth and turned away from him. "Yes." She said as she walked through the door. "You do."
Vegita took a few deep breaths to calm himself before
he walked over to the computer chair and sat down, resting his chin on
his arms. //What should I do now?//
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>(#1player has entered the chat room)
>#1 player says: Hey ray.
>#1player says: Ray?
>#1player says: : (
>#1player says: You know the comp lists people on line right? I know you're there. What'd I do?
>#1player says: Ray? Please answer me man!
>#1player says: :,( *sniffle* :,,(
>ray_spanc12in says: I figured it out.
>#1player says: Ray! Don't scare me like that man! What'd you figure out?
>ray_spanc12in says: Who you are.
>#1player says: Yeah right. Sing me another.
>ray_spanc12in says: I don't sing. Yamcha.
>ray_spanc12in says: Nothing to say?
>ray_spanc12in says: Yamcha?
>ray_spanc12in says: Don't ignore me!
>#1player says: sorry, I wasn't ignoring you, I was in shock!
>ray_spanc12in says: So was I
>#1player says: So you know me then. In real life I mean.
>ray_spanc12in says: I've seen you around. I can safely say I didn't 'know' you until we chatted.
>#1player says: So what are you going to do now that you know?
>ray_spanc12in says: . . . I haven't decided yet.
>#1player says: How did you figure out who I am? I cover my tracks big time on line.
>ray_spanc12in says: Didn't find out on line, you gave it up in real life.
>#1player says: The whole, 'something I said' bit huh?
>ray_spanc12in says: maybe.
>#1player says: So you gonna tell me who YOU are?
>ray_spanc12in says: Nah. I don't think so.
>#1player says: : (
>#1player says: You know everything we've talked
about here is said in confidence right? Even if
I knew who you were, I'd never tell anyone any of it.
>ray_spanc12in says: I know. I trust you.
>#1player says: So why don't you 'trust' me?
>ray_spanc12in says: Give me some time to sort things out.
>#1player says: Alright, change of subject. I did what you suggested.
>ray_spanc12in says: Suggested?
>#1player says: To apologise to you-know-who.
>ray_spanc12in says: Vegita?
>ray_spanc12in says: Yamcha R U there? Yamcha?
>ray_spanc12in says: You're in shock again aren't you.
>ray_spanc12in says: Yamcha! Talk to me!
>#1player says: Vegita? Who's that?
>ray_spanc12in says: Nice try. You know, prince
of the Saiyans? 'Your prince'? Known him for
Twenty three years?
>#1player says: Oh! You mean Vegita!
>ray_spanc12in says: R U ok?
>#1player says: Hold on while I go throw up
ok?
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Vegita blinked and reread the last message.
//Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.//
He turned off his computer and walked over to his
window, looking out at the lightening sky. //I hope he's ok.//
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Yamcha was not ok. If there was an anti-ok he'd be it. He was in a full fleged state of panic. "God! Yamcha how could you have been so stupid?! He knows! Shit. Someone out there knows about Vegita! Shit! I knew I should have kept my mouth shut."
He washed his face hoping to sooth the burning and aching being sick had caused. //Gotta get it together. Ok. I know this guy. We're friends. He was just teasing me, he'd never take it outside our chats. Would he?// Feeling sick again the ball player collapsed on his sofa and groaned, "Damn it doesn't he realize that this is someone's LIFE he's messing with?!"
Someone knocked and the man groaned, "Go away."
"How dare you. . ."
Yamcha was on his feat and to the door in a second. "Vegita! Shit, sorry, I thought you were someone else."
"Who else?"
"Anyone else?"
"Hn."
"Come on in! Um. . . you want something ta drink or. . . eat? You hungry?"
"No."
"Well ah. . . what's up?"
"You told me that if I wanted you would use this with me." He held up the worn mit and ball. "You said it helps."
"Ah . . . yeah! It does! Help I mean. I. . . let me get my mit, hold on."
Vegita stood in the tiny living area and looked around in what he knew would come off as mild curiousity instead of the all incomassing need to know the man who lived here that he really felt. The television, stereo, and computer were all set on a large, pieced together entertainment shelf. All of the computer cords reaching long enough to rest their burdens on the cheep but well kept wooden coffee table. The couch had been re-apolstered amaturly. Probably Yamcha had done it himself. Instead of the goodwill junk it no doubt was, it looked nice. Classy in a 'one-guy-alone' kind of way.
There were only two framed pictures in the whole room. One of the entire group after the tournament, and one Bulma had taken to annoy Vegita a few years before. The Saiyan was chasing after Yamcha with murder in his eyes because the other man couldn't stop laughing at the doll sized costume Bulma had offered after her last try at doing laundry. Predictably, Vegita had lost his temper and threatened the laughing warrior who had stuck his tongue out and declaired he'd have to catch him first.
Vegita smiled slightly at the happy look in Yamcha's eyes. He hadn't realized until now what all of the picking and teasing was about, but Yamcha looked. . . well. . . happy. He was happy to be near his prince.
"I liked that picture." He said quietly from behind Vegita. "I had fun."
"I was trying to kill you."
"You never did catch me though." He smiled. "I think you let me get away. You could have caught me easy."
"So what if I did."
He shrugged, "Thought maybe you liked playing too. Anyway did you want to play catch or. . ."
"No one hears about this."
Yamcha grinned, "Not from me." He caught the ball Vegita threw at him and twirled it around his hand and fingers, "This is strictly 'boy time' no one else is part of it."
"Hn." Vegita caught the ball and threw it back.
"This is something I never saw myself doing."
"Aa."
"Still don't want to talk about what was bothering you?"
"No." He grunted then blinked up carefully, "Let's just . . . play."
"a'right."
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>(ray_spanc12in has entered the chat room)
>#1player says: Where were you?
>ray_spanc12in says: Out.
>#1player says: So what are you planing to do?
>ray_spanc12in says: What do you want me to do?
>#1player says: Forget?
>ray_spanc12in says: Can't.
>#1player says: Why not?
>ray_spanc12in says: I think we should meet.
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Yamcha nodded at his screen. Meeting was good. If this guy tried to take on Vegita he'd be toast. And if he told the Saiyan what Yamcha'd said. . . //I'd loose my prince forever. At least now we have a kind of sort of aquantance going. I can't loose him. I would die.//
So the question was, what would he have to give this person to keep him quiet.
The answer was quick in coming. //Anything.//
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>#1player says: When and where?
>ray_spanc12in says: The ball field at the park. 2am.
>#1player says: AM?!
>ray_spanc12in says: Don't want to be interrupted.
>#1payer says: Ok. I'll be there. Just don't
tell anyone ok? I don't want Vegita to somehow get
hurt in the return fire when they realise I'm a fag. Ok?
>ray_spanc12in says: I dislike that term.
>#1player says: Yeah you and me both but that's what I'll be to them now.
>ray_spanc12in says: Who said I'd tell anyone?
>#1player says: Don't insult me. Why else would
you just calmly bring up a secret I confided in
you unless you were going to use it. Just. . . I don't want to hurt Vegita
with this.
>ray_spanc12in says: You really love him don't you.
>#1player says: What?!
>ray_spanc12in says: Say it. Tell me you love him.
>#1player says: Why do you care?
>ray_spanc12in says: Tell me.
>#1player says: Fine. I love him ok? I love the one and only Prince of the Saiyan. I love Vegita.
>ray_spanc12in says: Good.
>(ray_spanc12in has left the chat room)
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Yamcha logged out and sighed. What had that all been about? He looked at the words still typed on the screen.
'Fine. I love him ok? I love the one and only prince of the Saiyan. I love Vegita.'
Then it hit him. "Wait a minuet!" He scrambled for a pen and paper and scribbled down, 'ray spanc 12 in' does it have a S? a? i? y? a? n? P? r? i? 2 n could mean 2 'n's. n. c? and the one is one vowel before I. that's E. Saiyan Prince? Shit! Holy shit! It couldn't be! There was no way! Was there?
Goku had said that Vegita was on line, but he'd never thought that Ray could be his prince! Still it did make sense now. He'd said the 'onna' made up his nick name. That was Bulma's sense of humor too. and he also kept repeating that he had an image to uphold and he 'didn't' do happy or smiles or laughing. That sounded very much like Vegita.
And he KNEW! Vegita knew that Yamcha was in love with him, knew all about what Yamcha felt for the Saiyan. And he'd still come over that morning to play catch. Even knowing that. . . maybe because he knew that, he had played and shared a time with Yamcha that many would never know he was capable of.
And now he wants to meet. He wants me to know it's him. Why? Could he. . . maybe he wants . . . no! I will NOT hope. Hopes lead to disappointments and I can't take another disappointment right now. I'll just go, see what he wants and then. . . well. . . whatever happens happens.
//Please let it be good.//
~owari part 3~
<Part 4>
Yamcha stood under the announcers booth watching rain pour over the field. He pressed the indiglo button on his watch again and looked back out into the rain.
//5 minuets to two.// He pulled his coat closer around him and focused on the feel of the shirt he wore. Vegita's shirt that Bulma had dyed accidently. He'd taken it and dyed it black so that Vegita wouldn't notice that it was his. It was his comfort shirt. //Will I need comfort tonight?//
The rain beat down harder and the Saiyan warrior shivered as the wind blew some of the cold droplets into him. //Damn it I wish he'd just get here already!//
"Yamcha."
He jumped three feet into the air and spun around to face his Prince. "Shit! You scared me!"
"You are very tense."
"Well spending a rainy night under a wooden booth waiting for your life to come to an end will do that for you."
"I have something to tell you."
"Um. . . I know. . . I mean. . ."
Vegita shifted a little, his hard face softening a tiny bit. "I can't beat him up for you."
Yamcha blinked as the words soaked in then burst out laughing. He sat on the small bit of dry ground left and looked up helplessly. "It was the mit huh. You knew when I gave you the mit."
"I should have known sooner."
"I don't expect you to want to talk to me anymore or anything but could you. . . could you not tell anyone? Goku and the guys are the only real friends I have and. . ."
"Some friends."
"Please."
Vegita shook his head, "Come on, lets go back to your house. I dislike the rain."
Yamcha didn't know what to do other than agree. It was all still so abstract in his mind the whole thing seemed a dream of sorts.
The prince of the Saiyan didn't say anything the whole trip back, Yamcha was beggining to feel tense again. The silence made him all the more nervous.
"Well? Are we going to stand here wet all night?"
"Oh! Sorry, I'll , hold on, I'll get some towels."
Finally dry and dressed in a pair of yamcha's biking shorts and a long t-shirt, Vegita decided to talk again. "I never knew."
"I hid it. You were married to my ex! She's still a friend, I couldn't just steal you from her."
"Still I should have seen it."
"It's no problem."
"Yes it is! I should know who I rule! I should know my own people from humans. I have no excuse."
"I didn't expect one or anything."
"I've been threatening to kill 'myself' for the last five months."
Yamcha smiled, "That is kinda funny looking back at it."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's no p. . ."
"Don;t say that again! It IS a problem. You deserve more than I have given."
"I don't want anything Vegita. Like I said, I'm happy just to see you every day."
"When we were talking on-line I got to know many things I hadn't seen before."
"I never thought you'd know me in real life. I didn't think you'd ever know who I was."
"Now I know."
"Yes." He nodded, "You do."
"I think. . . I would like to try a relationship."
Yamcha blinked in surprise, "Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure about this? I mean I'm not even a high ranking Saiyan. My father was a deserter. How would it look for you to . . ."
"Yamcha."
"Hai?"
"You have noticed that our planet is gone haven't you?"
Yamcha blushed, "It isn't something you forget."
"Bulma was right."
"Huh?"
"She said I was hiding behind my title. I was. I'm not a prince anymore. I'm a drifting royal with no planet to rule. I don't need to worry about what people think. I was worried though. Because if I'm not a prince, I am not sure who I am. This is new territory for me."
"Me too."
"So?"
"So what?"
"Would you like to have a date with me?"
Yamcha smiled and nodded, "I would be honored to my prince."
"What would your reation be if I wanted a kiss?"
Yamcha's smile grew and he pressed his lips hard against those of his prince, trying to drown in him, to crawl inside his skin. Trying to taste his soul.
When they parted Vegita blinked and looked up at Yamcha blankly.
"You haven't ever kissed some one before have you."
"I have had no want to."
"You have an advantage over me. You know how I feel about you, but I don't knwo how you feel."
"I could love you." He stated simply. "If given the opportunity."
"Oh?"
"Aa."
And in the dark and the rain, a spark was lit, and
two lives were changed forever.
~Owari~