SaiyanHeat2

<Part 2>

Gohan was gone when Piccolo woke up for the second time. The Namek left their new home and powered up. He skipped all over the Valley and into the wood where their nest was set but Gohan was no where to be found. Finally he went to see Dende. He would be able to find Piccolo's lost mate.

When Piccolo got there, Dende was waiting for him. "Piccolo."

"Dende."

"You have come to find Gohan."

"Hai."

Dende smiled, "You will be good for my friend." He proclaimed, "I wouldn't have let any other near
him during this season but you."

The larger Namek only stood there.

"Don't worry about Videl ne?"

"Hn?"

Dende smiled and shrugged, "Accidents happen. She wasn't even supposed to get this far but I
messed up. I was new at this."

"Where is he?"

"Gohan went to butter Chichi up before he brings you home to meet the family."

"WHAT?!"

"He didn't tell you yet. Gohan convinced Goku to let him bring you home for a family dinner tonight."

"But Chichi hates me. She will only cause trouble."

"She is his mother."

"She is a pain in the hide of every man she knows including her mate's."

Dende smiled, "She is still Gohan's dame and you do need to make nice to her, if only to make his
life easier."

That sealed it. "You are right."

"Of course I am."

"Hn."

"Go back to your valley, Gohan will be coming to get you soon enough."

"Not soon enough."

"One would think you were in heat instead of him."

"Shut up runt."

Dende just smiled and waved goodbye, "Oh yes, they are perfect for each other."

Goku was the one who went to the valley to fetch Piccolo, Gohan wanted to prepare his mother a
little more.

Chichi smiled at her oldest son as he and her father set the table, "So, who is this surprise guest?"
She asked.

Ox King smiled and nodded, "Do we know her?"

Gohan tensed and faced his grandpa, "Her?"

"Well Goku let it slip that you were really. . . ‘close' to the guest." He grinned and elbowed him
playfully in the ribs, "So? Who?"

Gohan's eyes fell, "You'll see."

"Well I'm glad you finally got over that Piccolo thing. It must have been some Saiyan thing. You did
worry me though."

The young Saiyan swallowed hard and licked his lips, "hehheh."

When the knock came on the door, Chichi fixed her hair and wiped her hands on her apron, "I'll get
it."

Gohan stood behind his mother when she opened the door.

"Ohayo Son Chichi." Piccolo bowed formally and then lifted his eyes again to meet hers, "Is Gohan
here?"

She opened her mouth but nothing came out! Finally Gohan slipped from behind her and smiled,
"Ohayo!"

Piccolo's tense smile melted into a genuine expression of pleasure and he entered the house to take
Gohan into his arms in a quick hug. "Gohan."

Goku slipped in and shut the door, "Well, what's for dinner?"

"Goku you. . ." Chichi gaped at the site of her baby hugging the towering, green skinned offspring of
their greatest childhood enemy.

Goku quickly ushered her into the kitchen, "Chichi be civil. Gohan has something very important to
announce tonight."

"But why. . .?"

"Please." Goku pleaded.

Chichi sighed and licked her lips nervously, "Alright."

Her husband beamed with pleasure, "Thank you."

In the hall Gohan took Piccolo's cape and turban and placed them in the closet. When he saw what
his chosen was wearing he smiled, "Oooh! Wow!"

Piccolo blushed and lowered his eyes, "I ah. . . thought for the occasion I should wear . . . something different."

Gohan giggled and threw his arms around the pleasantly surprised Namek, "You look. . . Wow!
Almost as good as when you haven't got -anything- on."

Again he blushed. The pristine white trousers were as baggy as his purple ones but they didn't gather at the ankles, rather they fell open and flowing. His shirt, also white, had his usual slightly square neck line but it was cut down the center to fall open and show off his smooth chest. This shirt also had sleeves, they were loose and long with the same wide cuffs as the trousers. The neck and cuffs of shirt and pants were decorated with skillfully embroidered leaves of the same color green as Gohan's super Saiyan eyes. At his waist a white satin belt was tied. And his normally red wrist wraps were also white satin. Gohan couldn't keep his eyes off if him.

One slim hand trailed up the Namek's leg. "I can't wait to get those clothes off you."

Piccolo gasped at his lover's touch and tried to think straight.

Someone cleared his throat and both of them turned to find Goku standing in the door way, "anou. .
. I don't think that is the way to win your mother's approval. Come on, dinner's set."

When they entered the kitchen, Chichi almost did a facevault at his attire, "P. . . Piccolo."

The Namek nodded in her direction, "Chichi. Ox King."

Gohan lead Piccolo to a seat beside him and across from his mother and Grandfather.

After the food was passed around and they had said grace, the table became a bit uncomfortable.
No one said anything so Gohan took a drink and faced his mother, "Mom, I got my test results
yesterday."

"Oh?" Chichi smiled, proud of her son's academic achievements. "How were they?"

"I'm still at the top of my grade."

"Wonderful!"

Ox king grinned at Piccolo, "Chichi has been working very hard with Gohan. He's her magnum
opus."

Piccolo nodded, "Her great work."

"You know Latin?" Chichi smiled at him for the first time.

"Some."

"Gohan is taking a Latin course."

"He has told me."

Gohan ran his foot up Piccolo's leg under the table and smiled, everything was going perfect!
"Piccolo and I are going to start sparring again."

The made Goku smile, "Really?! Wonderful! You need to work out more than your brain." A look
from Chichi made him add, "Oh, but you have to do you homework first."

Gohan laughed and nodded, "Of course."

Chichi looked at Piccolo and blinked as if she just realized something, "You've never come to dinner before have you."

Piccolo shook his head and took another drink of his water.

"You aren't eating."

He put his glass on the table and raised his eyes to the hostess, "I do not eat."

"Oh?"

"Namek's are more like plants than animals, we create our food internally, from the sun light, and we drink only water. We need no other nourishment. But everything smells delicious. That is pleasant."

Chichi looked carefully at Gohan, "Is that why you were so insistent on getting fresh water for
dinner?"

The boy blushed and nodded, "uh. . . yeah."

As Chichi and her father became caught up in a conversation, Goku watched his son and Piccolo. They weren't talking but both had a secret smile on their lips. In the guise of picking up his napkin he snuck a glance under the table and grinned. The two were engaged in a heated game of footsie and their hands were clutched together under the table out of sight.

"Goku!"

He looked up at Chichi with a blank gaze, "huh?"

"I asked you if you were done."

"Oh! Yeah."

She smiled and stood, "Would anyone like dessert?"

Everyone answered in the negative so Chichi suggested that the go into the living room.

Gohan nodded and stood, "I can clear the table."

"Oh thank you."

He smiled, "No problem." //I want you to get to know Piccolo without me as a distraction.//

Chichi sat on the couch between her father and husband and Piccolo sat alone on the love seat
waiting for Gohan a bit nervously.

"Goku told us that Gohan was bringing a romantic interest to see us. Shame on you Goku." Chichi
smiled.

Piccolo blinked and looked at Goku for help but he only shrugged.

"I mean You're so much older than my Gohan, almost as old as his father! And besides that you're. .
. well, male! I don't know what Goku was thinking."

The Namek clenched his fists and fought to keep his temper in check.

Goku cleared his throat to silence her and Gohan enter the room during a terse silence. "Anou. . .
did I miss something?"

Piccolo shook his head and Gohan took a seat beside him.

"Piccolo. Your hand is bleeding." Gohan took the injured palm into his hands and took his
handkerchief from his pocket, blotting up the alien blood. "Why were you clenching your fists so
tight?" He looked to his mother for an explanation.

"We were only talking." Chichi shrugged, "About your fathers little fib."

"Fib?"

"About you bringing a romantic interest."

"You mean you don't. . . Mom, I did."

The woman's eyes went wide and she looked from Piccolo to Gohan, flinching back when the
Namek put his arm around her little boy. "Gohan?"

He nodded, "Goten told you ‘kaasan. He saw us."

"I. . . I thought. . ."

"I brought Piccolo tonight so that you could try to accept us. I love him and he loves me. We are
going to take up our bond the coming full moon."

"But their is no moon."

Piccolo answered her this time, "Dende has contacted the Nameks for us. As a bonding gift the
Namek's will wish the moon back into being."

"But the Saiyans, the tails. . ."

"The second wish is going to be that the moon light shouldn't cause such a transformation but that the full moon should do something else to the Saiyan's of Earth."

"Something else?"

"They would not say."

"Moon aside." Chichi waved her hand as if pushing that conversation away, "Gohan is not marrying
you."

Gohan's eyes narrowed, "You don't have any say in that mother."

Chichi smiled understandably, "Gohan, I know you are going through a Saiyan thing but it will pass
and then you can go back to Videl and live a normal and productive life."

"I do NOT love Videl."

"But you. . ."

"Mom, can't you accept me for who I am? For the way I am? I really want you to be happy for us."

"It's Piccolo!"

"-He- is the man I love."

"But you're a man Gohan! You can't love another man!"

Piccolo hugged Gohan tighter, "But he does. And I love him."

Chichi looked from one to the other and the smiled, "Ok, Gohan I know that you never really
rebelled as a child but this is too much."

The boy cuddled closer to Piccolo and faced his mother evenly, "This is not a phase or rebellion.
Mother, I'm in love. I only brought him here tonight because I hoped you could accept him. I guess
you can't. So we'll just go."

Chichi jumped to her feat as the two of them rose and grabbed her son, "Wait!"

Gohan waited patiently.

"I. . . Gohan you're my little boy, it's hard for me to let you go, especially like this, but I want to try. I don't want to push you away. Please, give me another chance."

He smiled and hugged his mother, "Always mom."

Chichi turned to Piccolo, "Would you. . . ah. . . like to stay the night. It's getting dark out and you
don't -need- to go back today do you?"

Piccolo looked at Gohan and his lover smiled and nodded. "I would be honored."

"Ok! I'll just fold out the couch and. . ."

Gohan cleared his throat, "Um. . . mom."

Realization dawned in her eyes and she gasped, "Oh!"

"Yeah. Oh."

"I guess you'll be sharing a room."

Gohan nodded and Chichi looked any where she could but at the couple before her.

Goku yawned, "Oh! It's been a long day. What say we all turn in. Dad, you're welcome to sleep on
the couch."

Gohan smiled and led Piccolo into his childhood bedroom.

The Namek sat on the bed and looked around, "I used to watch you sleep through this window, but
I was always on the outside."

The Saiyan grinned and licked his lips, "Well now you can be on the -extreme- inside."

That made Piccolo grin back at him, "Oh?"

Gohan put on his best ‘sexy' face and rolled his shoulders free of his shirt then slowly, teasingly,
stripped down to his boxer shorts. He mounted the aroused Namek's lap and licked his neck
lovingly, rocking his hips over the hard length of him. "You feel like getting into something more
comfortable?"

"Mmm, like what?" Piccolo moaned.

"Like me." Gohan ran his tongue over the Namek's quivering lips and sighed.

Piccolo groaned and caught him tightly in his arms.

Chichi stared at the wall as the sounds of lovemaking filled the master bedroom, "Oh Gohan. Where
did I go wrong with you?"

Goku hugged her close, "You didn't go wrong with him, you raised him perfectly."

"But the Namek. . ."

"He has been raised to follow his heart. That's what he's doing."

"I just wish he could have found a nice girl."

Goku smiled, "He has found pure and true love Chichi. That's a thousand times better than anything
we could have wished for him with a nice girl."

"Why couldn't he love a girl?"

"He is Saiyan. Vegita-Sei had no women. Chichi, Saiyan very rarely marry females of any species.
We aren't meant to."

"But Gohan. . ."

"He will be fine. Piccolo loves him more than anyone else could. While Gohan is in heat he needs our love and support for his decision. This is a hard time for him."

"Only him?" Chichi sobbed through a smile.

"You're strong Chichi. I know you can do this."

Matching cries of release broke through the house and Goten opened their door, "Mom?"

"What is it sweety?"

"I can't sleep with Gohan and his boy toy going at it like that, I'm going to Trunk's house."

Goku sighed, "Might not be any better."

"Why not?"

"Vegita is in heat too."

"So, I'm used to hearing him and Bulma when I'm over there."

"He's chosen Yamcha."

Goten did a double take, "What is wrong with these people?!"

"Love makes you do crazy things."

"Great. I'm never gonna be in love!"

Goku smiled as his youngest marched off in a royal huff. "To late." Goku smiled softly. He had seen
the way Goten and Trunks were around each other. They were destined to be together.

"What?" Chichi asked.

He smiled and turned off the light. "Nothing."

Trunks was waiting outside when his tousans came home the next morning. He greeted them with a
lost look and accepted Yamcha's outstretched arms.

"Trunk's? What's wrong kiddo?"

The child sniffled and buried his face in his kaadra's shirt, "Kaadra, is what you and ‘tousan have
together wrong?"

"Of course not." Yamcha smiled and kissed his son's forehead, "I love your Touchan very, very
much."

Vegita nodded and studied his son's face. "Why? Who told you it was wrong?"

"‘kaasan and Obassan." Trunks frowned and wiped his tears away sharply, "They were talking last
night and I heard Obassan say that it was unnatural and that you were just going through a phase and
when it was over you'd be fighting again. I don't want you to fight with otousan!"

Vegita hugged both of his loves and closed his eyes, reveling in the embrace of his family. "Trunks.
Your Okaasan and Obassan are very jealous of what your Kaadra and I feel for each other. They
hate it and so they have to make things up so they can feel better, but it's all denial. That's it. Yamcha
and I only fought in fun. It was a way we could phyisically touch without Bulma suspecting."

"So why did you tell her?"

Vegita blushed and Yamcha chuckled, "Your ‘tousan is going through an odd time now that all
Saiyans go through."

"What's happening to him?"

Vegita looked at Yamcha expectantly, "Yes Yamcha, explain to our five year old son what's
happening to me."

The Saiyan thought a moment then began, "You know how every month Bulma-san gets really angry and violent?"

"Uhuh."

"Well that's because of her hormones."

"What are those?"

Yamcha blushed and Vegita grinned. "Well. . . Hormones are things in a grownup's body that make
their emotions all funny."

"Why?"

"To make grownups want to make a baby."

"Oh." Trunks nodded severly and Yamcha smiled.

"Right now your Otousan is going through a time specially for dominant Saiyans."

"Dominant?"

Yamcha blushed again and Vegita chuckled and answered, "You know when you came into our
room that time and I was on top of him?"

"Uhuh." Trunks smiled, "You were giving him a bath like a momma kitty."

Yamcha made a funny noise half between a choke and laughter.

"Dominant means I'm the one on top."

"Oh!"

By this time the peaceful Saiyan's face resembled a tomato. He smiled and lowered his eyes, looking coyly up at Vegita through his lashes, promising retribution for this conversation. "So your Otousan is
going through a time when the dominant Saiyan gets an ache inside to make sure his partner knows
how much he cares."

"And you're Otousan's partner."

"Right."

"And he told Bulma-san about you because he wanted to make sure you knew how much he cares."

"Exactly."

"Oh." Trunks wriggled out of his kaadra's grasp and smiled up at his parents sweetly then ran to join
Goten who was waiting across the yard. "See!" He yelled to his playmate, "It isn't just about sex!"

Yamcha and Vegita both collapsed in surprise then Yamcha broke out laughing.

Vegita snickered, "He's our son alright."

The other Saiyan grinned and ran his fingers teasingly under his prince's shirt. "So it isn't just the sex?" He grinned.

Vegita chuckled and returned the favor, "You aren't -that- good."

Yamcha huffed in mock indignation, "No? Maybe you should go see Bulma tonight then instead of
me."

"Although there is that thing you do with you mouth. . ."

"That's better." Yamcha laughed and glomped his lover, kissing him until neither one could form a
rational thought.

"Mmm." Vegita smiled and licked his lips.

"I thought I wasn't -that- good."

"Come ‘ere." The prince growled and caught his lover's lips again.

From the window of Capsule Corporation, Bulma watched with angry eyes. //Slut.//

Later that day, out beneath the open sky, the two Saiyan warriors lounged in each other's embrace.
Their bodies were still slickened with liquids of passion and their clothing was disheveled and torn.

"Mmm. You should pick me up from work more often!" Yamcha sighed happily, playing with
Vegita's hair.

The prince grinned and licked his lover's salty skin. "Baseball. Hn."

Yamcha pulled back suddenly and looked down at his prince with hurt filled eyes. "Why did you say that ‘gita?"

"What?"

"You said Baseball like it was beneath your notice."

Vegita had to think a moment to recall his tone, "Baseball? S'not work. It's a game."

Yamcha nodded and smothered a sob, "I see."

"Yam-chan? What is it?"

"You ass hole." He sneared and dug in his pocket, "I've been working day and night at that ‘Game'
so I could earn this to give to you." He chucked a small metal object at his lover and took off fast.

"Yamcha!" Vegita stared after him and then down at the small circlet Yamcha had thrown at him. It
was a ring. A baseball championship ring. Vegita turned it over in his palm and traced Yamcha's
name with his little finger. He felt a roughness inside and found an inscription carved in two rows of
tiny letters there. ‘I've stolen base a million times, stolen all I own, but you gave me your heart of your free will, and my heart shall be your home.'

"Yamcha." Vegita closed his eyes and swore. "Yamcha!" He took off after him, tracing his lover's ki to a closed off wooded area. Hidden in the center of the ring of trees was a small domed house of stone.

The Saiyan landed and walked slowly up to the door. His knock went unanswered. Vegita opened the door quietly and found Yamcha asleep on his couch. Tears were still streaming down his face. //I didn't mean it. I would never hurt him intentionally.// "Yamcha."

He stirred and blinked open his eyes, "‘Gita? What're you doing here?"

"I didn't mean to upset you."

Yamcha sat up and smiled a half smile, "I know. You're hormonal. I understand."

"You shouldn't have to. I should be able to control this. I am Prince of the Saiyan!"

The boy smiled and hugged his lover understandingly, "You can't be in control all the time. But do
you really think what I do is so pointless?"

"No! I know you love it and a lot of people love watching you."

"That's it?"

He grinned, "Well, and you look damn hot in those tight white pants." Slowly realization dawned on the prince of the Saiyan. "Is this. . . this is your house!"

Yamcha nodded, "Yeah."

"I've never been here before."

"I always stayed with you. At Bulma's or on the island." Yamcha smiled, "It's just a bachelor pad really."

Vegita looked around at the video equipment and huge sound system filling the living room. There was only one other room and that was the bedroom. There was no door dividing the two.

"Wait Vegita! Don't. . ."

The Saiyan's eyes went wide as he walked into the bedroom. Black satin sheets covered the bed and candles lined every available place. Different love toys lines the wall, there was even a set of chains dangling from the stone. "Yam. . Cha?"

"I. . . anou. . . it's a bachelor pad. I mean. . . all it's for is. . . fun."

Vegita picked up a remote control and looked up at the video camera on the wall. "You taped yourself making love to people?"

Yamcha shook his head venomantly, "No! I. . . anou. . . just did myself."

With a slight burst of Ki Vegita lit all of the candles.

"Wha. . ."

The Saiyan pounced on his chosen and knocked both of them to the bed, pushing record before he
dropped the controller, "Let's make a home movie."

The ball player's eyes went wide then he smiled at the thought. He turned on the sound system and grinned "Come ‘ere." as the sound of Nine Inch Nail's ‘closer' filed the room.

Vegita surprised them both by swaying to the music and stripping his shirt off slowly, teasingly. Yamcha's breath hitched as his prince danced, running his hands over himself, teasing, inviting, He groaned and reached forward but Vegita moved out of reach. "Your turn."

Yamcha's eyes took on an animal heat.

He smiled seductively, running his hand up his body as he gyrated his hips, undulating them to the beat of the music. He slid his shirt up and over his head smoothly, tossing it to Vegita playfully. The prince raised it to his lips and kissed it.

"Mmm!" Yamcha groaned.

He turned around and bent over, pulsing his firm rear and showing of the bulge between his trim legs.

As he rose, he trailed a finger over the straining fabric, burning it away with his ki. When he turned to Vegita the Saiyan was panting in need. "Are you hot?"

He groaned in answer to the question and Yamcha leapt to the bed, straddling Vegita's lap and rocking his hips eagerly.

Vegita moaned when Yamcha raised his lithe arms above his head and leaned back in Vegita's embrace, crushing their needs together as he pulsated his lower body. Letting his long hair fall in a thick wave over Vegita's bare legs.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yamcha! Don't tease me! Ah! Kami-sama! More!"

"Mmm." Yamcha reached down to fondle Vegita's firm ass, sliding his hands deeper into his heat until he penetrated his tight anus.

"Uhn!" Vegita gasped, burying his face in Yamcha's shoulder. "Uhn! NnNnNn!"

"I love the little sounds you make." Yamcha murmured, pressing his groin against Vegita's as he pumped his fingers inside of him.

Vegita mewed needily as the sensations built inside of him but just fell short of giving him the release he needed so desperately. "Yam. . . cha. . . Uhn! More! Ahh! Yes! More!"

"As you command my prince." Yamcha panted. He lay Vegita back onto the bed and reached into the drawer to find a tube of KY.

Vegita shivered as he felt his lover's fingers coating his entrance with the lubricant. He cried out his need as Yamcha's rod replace his fingers and drove up into his tight ring.

The feel of his lover pulsing inside of him was heaven! The prince's breath caught as he began to thrust. They matched each other's movements, questing for the release they could almost feel!

Rational thought was left behind as their motions became faster, more frenzied. Yamcha watched his lover's face contort with pleasure, "Uhn! NnNnNn Ahhh! Yamcha! Ooooh! Please! Ahhh!"

"‘Gita! Oooh! Mmm ‘Gita!"

"Harder. Harder!" Vegita panted hotly, "Faster! Yamcha! Mmm! More!"

The both moaned as their climax grew nearer. As Vegita's need built higher, his body began to glow and shift. His power levels shot through the roof as his slipped through levels of super Saiyan still lodged in his lover's body. Each transformation he grew larger and harder and Yamcha screamed in pleasure as the waves of burning power shot through his whole body from his prince's penetration.
"Uhn! Uhnuhnuhn! Aaaaaaaaaaaaa! Nnn, ‘Gita! Gods! I love you ‘Gita! Ohhhh!" Bodies swelling and trembling, need growing. Their pace increased. Harder and faster and deeper. "AaAaAaAhhh! Ooooh! ‘Gita! Mmm ‘Gita I'm Ahhh! I'm coming! AHHHHHH!"

As Yamcha spilt his seed deep into his lover, Vegita cried out in release and shot his own over his lovers body. The spasmatic tightning of Veita's body made Yamcha cry out again and both men came a second time, shaking with the might of the orgasm that held them the screamed out their completion and fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs, still shaking. They kept coming, over and over for almost a half an hour until finally they slipped into afterglow. And Vegita slowly returned to normal.

Yamcha gasped and tightened his hold on Vegita, "W. . . Wow!"

Vegita seconded that. Both of them were panting so heavily they couldn't say anything more for a full five or ten minuets! When they did all that would come out of their shocked minds was another,
"Wow!"

When the fog of their union finally lifted Yamcha blinked down at his lover in wonder, "I didn't know that was possible!"

Vegita gazed up at him in the same blatant adoration, "I don't think that's ever happened before!"

"I want to do that again!" Yamcha smiled goofily. "Just as soon as I can move."

"Hn." Vegita agreed and cuddled close to his lover, watching the candle light play over his chiseled features.

A knock on the door roused them from their slumber about an hour later. It was Bulma! "Yamcha! Yamcha I know you're home! Your music is on! YAMCHA!"

The exhausted Saiyan stumbled from the comfort of his lover's arms and went to answer the door in nothing but the black leather collar Vegita had given him. "Wh~at!"

Bulma blushed furiously, "Anou. . . I . . ."

Yamcha blinked sleepily at her and ran his fingers through his hair absently, "You woke me up."

"Would you ah. . . could you put some clothes on? Maybe?"

He ignored her request and leaned against the doorframe. "Wha'd'ya wan' Bu'ma."

"Yamcha I refuse to talk to you when you're naked!"

"Ok, bye." He shut the door and shuffled back into the bedroom, curling into Vegita's embrace once again."

Bulma slammed into the house and the bedroom, "Yamcha I. . .!" She gaped at the two in the silken
sheets. "V. . . Vegita?!"

The shorter Saiyan buried his face in Yamcha's chest and growled, "G'way!"

"You. . . him. . . you two were. . . now!?"

Yamcha yawned and hugged Vegita closer, "Mmm."

"I can't believe this! I'm pregnant with your baby Vegita and you're fucking my ex?!" She stamped
her food and glared, "And you answer the door naked?! My Gods you're a slut!"

Vegita's eyes shot to Yamcha, "You answered the door naked?"

"I was tired ‘Gita."

Vegita wrapped the sheets more tightly around his Saiyan lover and he glared at Bulma. "Out."

"I will not just walk out! I want some answers!"

"No you don't." Yamcha sighed from Vegita's possessive embrace, "You want my Koi."

"He's NOT your Koi!"

"That's right." Vegita growled, "You're -my- Koi."

"I could live with that."

"Haven't you two got any shame?!"

Both answered at the same time, "No."

Too angry to speak Bulma turned and stormed out. Slamming the door behind her.

"That went well."

"Hn."

"You controlled yourself better."

Vegita shook his head quizzically.

"But you didn't even touch her."

A smirk graced his perfect lips and he counted. "3. . . 2. . . 1. . ."

An explosion went off and Bulma screached, "VEGITA!"

Yamcha choked on his laughter, "What did you do?!"

Vegita grinned and cuddled up to his one and only love, "I slipped a Ki time bomb into her pants.
Just enough to sting."

"‘Gita!"

"She called my koibito a slut. No one gets away with that."

"I am a slut."

"Hn. Only for me."

Yamcha grinned and nodded ecxstatically and in an announcers voice, "To verify that, instant replay, Lets go to the tape."

They didn't get half way through it before they decided actions are better than pictures. Bulma trugged to her car trying despiritly to cover the hole in the crotch of her pants and ignore the screams and moans drifting from the ball player's house that had nothing to do with pain.

Inside, The two of them were making another ‘home video'. Vegita had Yamcha chained to the wall. His legs were chained knees bent and thighs out. "I like this toy." The Saiyan prince grinned and then dug through Yamcha's little. . . collection. "This looks interesting."

A moment later Yamcha agreed.

"We should stay here more often."

"Ahhhhh!"

"I will accept that as a yes."

~tbc~

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