//The full moon is tomorrow night.// Yamcha smiled and let the breeze caress his flesh whipping his wolf's coat grey boxers around his legs and playing through his once again long hair.

 The Saiyan sat up on the roof, watching Vegita go through his morning routine. //I still can't believe
he choose me! Me! Of all of the people in the world. Gods I love him so much. How could I love
him this much?! So strong and underneath his bad ass mask, so beautiful inside. Man I've fallen hard
and fast! ‘Gita. Mine.// "Mmm." He was just beginning to fall into a nap when his lover collapsed
onto the grass, clutching his abdomine.

 "Vegita!" The saiyan jumped from his perch and ran to his beloved's side, "‘Gita what happened
where does it hurt?!" No answer, "VEGITA! LOOK AT ME!"

 Coal black eyes opened just a slit and a low growling groan came from barely parted lips, "Yam. . .
chan."

 "Vegita I don't know what's wrong! You have to tell me! What happened?"

 "‘s ok. . . just part of the season."

 "This is part of the heat? How? What's happening to you?"

 "Nothing."

 "Awful painful looking nothin'."

 "Sarcasm doesn't suit you."

 "Lying doesn't fit you any better."

 "I'll be fine!"

 "‘Gita, I worry about you. I love you so much, I can't help it."

 Vegita sighed, "I know. I didn't. . ."

 "Shh." Yamcha smiled and kissed his lover's worried face, "You don't have to say, if you want to
apologize, just say you love me ok?"

 The saiyan prince traced Yamcha's jaw gently and a rare smile spread over his lips, "I love you."

 "Apology accepted." The thief kissed him with all of his love and hunger.

 Vegita was in shock when Yamcha pulled away.

 "‘Gita?"

 "I should say that more often."

 Yamcha hugged him closer and chuckled. "Where do you want to spend the full moon?"

 The smaller Saiyan jumped up, "Aaiiiiiia!"

 Yamcha was left sitting alone in the front yard of his home feeling more than a little dazed. "Hnnnn!
‘GITA! Not again!"

 A second later something hit the back of his head. "For you! Wait here!"

 Yamcha didn't even look, he didn't want to know.
 
 

 Piccolo sighed and sat at the base of their mesa watching Gohan blast trees, rocks, and the
occasional rabbit or bird. His lover had begun again this morning and hadn't stopped yet!

 "Mister Piccolo sir!" Goten smiled and waved, "Where is my. . ."

 A sharp tree trunk slammed into the mesa's base between Goten and Piccolo, barely missing the
child's head. "MINE!"

 "Uh. . . brother." Goten gulped and backed away, "I. . . I can see you're busy. . . I'll come back. . .
maybe next year? Ok, see ya, bye!"

 The Namek growled and rested his elbow on the piercing log, "Gohan. . ."

 The boy froze and turned to him, "Are you mad?"

 "You are destroying my valley Gohan."

 "Oh." He looked down at the ground and walked up to the Namek, kneeling in front of him, "I'm
sorry."

 One clawed hand cupped his chin and the green skinned man lifted Gohan's eyes to meet his. "Don't do that Gohan. You act like I'm going to hit you if you do wrong."

 "You should!" He insisted, "If I don't please you it's your right to punish. . ."

 "MATTE!"

 "Huh?"

 "I love you baka. I will never, ever, hurt you."

 "But. . ."

 "Shhh." The lips Gohan loved so well drew closer to his and The Saiyan sighed, leaning into the
offering.

 When they parted from the tender touch, Gohan smiled. "Remember when you taught me here?"

 Piccolo nodded, "You learned well."

 "I was a brat." Gohan smiled, "And I got punished a lot for it."

 "Punishment from teacher to student is one thing, lover to lover is completely different."

 "I didn't mind physical pain."

 "No?"

 Gohan shook his head sadly, "It was. . . all I wanted to do was make you proud of me, and all I did was never enough."

 "Gohan." Huge, strong arms wrapped around him gently and Piccolo kissed his neck, soothing him,
"I have always been proud of you."

 "H. . . honto ni?"

 "For as long as I've been your teacher. I just don't have the words to say. I'm not good with
emotional things."

 "I'll be emotional enough for the both of us then."

 Piccolo nodded and smiled, "Gohan."

 "You say my name a lot."

 "I like the way it sounds."

 "I love you Mr. Piccolo."

 The Namek just held his love tighter and grinned into the crook of his neck. "Will I be Son Piccolo
after the full moon?"

 Gohan giggled and held on tighter, "You don't mind do you?"

 "No." He looked at Gohan carefully, "But what binds you to me?"

 "What?"

 "The name claims me for you. What claims you for me?"

 Gohan thought a moment, then dug around in his pocket, "I. . . I bought these, for us. I was waiting
for the right time to give one to you."

    Piccolo looked at the two, plain silver rings the boy held out. "Gohan I was just teasing, you didn't have to."

    "Yes I did, you see, you aren't going to go around shouting your name. I want a claim on you
too."

    They kissed again and Piccolo wrapped his arms around Gohan firmly, "I love you."

    "Hai, Aishiteru Mr. Piccolo."
 
 

    Trunks caught Goten running out of the woods, "Goten? Goten where are you going?"

    "Trunks! Whew! Gohan's insane! He tried to kill me!"

    "You talked to Piccolo didn't you."

    "I just asked where Gohan was."

    "Guess we should stay clear of all four of them until the heat is over."

    "Good idea."

    "You wanna come get a shake with me? we could split it."

    Goten smiled, "I'd like that."

    "I. . . I like you."

    The Son child blushed and nodded, "Me too."

    "You like you? hehheh."

    "Trunks!" Goten tried not to smile.

    "Catch me if you can!" Trunks shot off into the sky, Goten close behind, "When you catch me you can have a forfeit."

    "And what will that be?"

    "A kiss."

    Suddenly Goten was in front of him. "I won, yay me." He giggled and kissed the surprised Saiyan.

    "I. . . ah. . ."

    Goten giggled happily.

    "I've never suffered  a more gratifying loss."

    "Suffered? I'll make you suffer!" With that, he began to tickle.

    "No! ahahahahah! Stop it! Goten I ahahahaha, I'm really ticklish! Goten! hehehehe stop!"

    "Gimme another kiss?"

    "Anything! hehehe."

    "deal." Goten smirked and claimed another kiss as they flew higher and higher into the sky.
 

    Yamcha was relaxing on his bed reading a book. It might have been any other time in his life except Vegita was laying beside him with his head and half his body sprawled on Yamcha's chest. It was a relaxing moment. Pure and full of love.

    "She was breathing very hard and trembling as I took her in my arms, 'Oh my Prince!' She cried, 'I feared I would not get here in time!'"

    Vegita made some inaudiable noise and Yamcha paused in his reading, "Why'd you stop?"

    "What was that noise about."

    "Just a coinsidence."

    "Hm?"

    "You call me 'My Prince'."

    Yamcha laughed, "Then am I your princess?"

    "You're my warrior."

    "Mm, I could handle that I think."

    "So how does it end?"

    "As I held my princess in my arms, Ur Jan leaped past me and ran his sword through the putrid heart of Gar Nal."

    "Hn, good."

    "Sex and violence, nice novel."

    Vegita grinned and raked his nails over Yamcha's side lovingly, "Let's just skip right to the sex part for now."

    Yamcha squirmed under the touch and tossed the book aside, "Tomorrow night is the full moon."

    "Aa."

    "What do you think Dende will make it do to us?"

    The prince shrugged, "For the sake of the balance it has to be something unpleasant."

    "So where did you run off to this morning?"

    "You'll see tomorrow."

    "Ooh! A surprise!" Yamcha snickered and Vegita grinned.

    "Come 'er and shut up."

    "'k."
 

    Goku grimaced as Chichi came into the room. She was giving him the silent treatment for not warning him who Gohan's 'romance' was. "Chichi, won't you talk to me?"

    "If I were speaking to a certain horrible father I would tell him that neither I or Bulma want anything to do with the Saiyan race at this moment."

    "But Chichi! He choose who he wanted! I didn't have anything to do with it!"

    "You sent him off to train with that monster!"

    "Ha! Got you talking!"

    "Hn!"

    "Awe Come on ChiChi, it isn't so bad! Videl is going to stay married to Gohan legally and she's going to have his child, she want's the adventure and security of mariage to him, I don't think she ever really loved him."

    "That isn't the point!"

    "Well. . . Piccolo can give birth if you want a grandchild from. . ."

    "Don't you dare bring that up! You. . . you baka! How could you be so calm about this?!"

    "It's natural."

    "Not to me it isn't, not to my side of the family!"

    The door burst open and Ox king stomped in with arm loads of gifts, "Hey Goku, heard Gohan is marrying Piccolo, I brought their wedding presents."

    "OOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!"

    "Chichi, why is yur face so read, do you have a fever?"

    "Get OUT! Both of you!"

    They were gone seconds before her arsenal was out.
 

    Goten and Trunks stood outside the window watching the whole thing, "Maybe we should wait to tell her."

    "Or never tell her."

    "Never is good."
 

    The new lovers were oblivious to the trouble they were causing in the Son household.

    "I love Mr. Piccolo. . ."

    "Gohan, what are you singing?"

    He smiled, "A song I made up when I was a kid."

    "I love Mr. Piccolo?"

    He shrugged, "It was true. It still is. Want a demonstration?" He grinned and pounced.

    "Gohan!" He fell backwards into the river with a loud splash.

    Both of them immerged sputtering and coughing. "Oops, forgot that was there."

    Piccolo answered him by splashing him.

    "Oooo, was that a silent challenge? On guard!" He giggled and started a barrage of splashes.

    Piccolo grinned, displaying one fang rakishly, "So you want a fight?" He threw himself at the giggling Saiyan and chuckled at the resulting squeal from his lover. After both were completely soked they sloshed out of the river and lay on the rocky bank, letting their clothing dry in the sun.

    "That was fun." Gohan smiled.

    Piccolo just watched his face, soft love filling his whole being, "I am warmed when you smile."

    The young Saiyan had tears in his eyes. "And you said you weren't good with words." He pressed a deep and reverant kiss to his chosen's lips.

    "Gohan. . ."

    "Shh. It's getting dark."

    "Hai."

    "We have a warm bed and lighted house waiting for us."

    "Hai."

    "Sooooo. . ."

    He chuckled and nodded, "Let's go home."
 

    Trunks and Goten sat watching TV in the Son house.

    "Ok boys, time for bed." Chichi announced.

    "Mom, can Trunks sleep over?"

    She nodded, "He is always welcome here, just call Bulma so she doesn't worry."

    Goten smiled and jumped up to grab the phone, "Bulma? Can Trunks. . . he can! Yosh! Bai bai!"
He smiled at his mother, "He can!"

    She shook her head and pushed them into Goten's room, "Now straight to sleep."

    "Hai Okassan."

    "Hai Chichi-San."

    She smiled and kissed them on their foreheads, "Goodnight."

    "Goodnight."

    When she closed the door, Trunks and Goten currled up against eachother, sharing a warm embrace. It would be a goodnight indead.
 

    Vegita snuggled closer to Yamcha and the other Saiyan wrapped him arm around his little lover.

    "Tommorrow night is it." He whispered, tracing patterns on his Prince's chest.

    "Are you afraid?"

    "A little." Yamcha nodded, "I mean, I don' tknow what to expect at all. No one was there to explain Saiyan customes to me. I'm completely in the dark."

    "We will go to a place I have prepared, eat the food I have stored there, and exchange our vows with the spirits of this planet as witnesses. Then, when the moon is up above, we consumate the vows."

    "And that's it?"

    He nodded, "A kiss would suffice to finish the bond but the moon traditionally tranforms Saiyan and when in our other forms the depth of emotion the bond creates causes a mating frenzy."

    "Oh." Yamcha nodded then fell into a thick silence.

    "What is it?"

    "We should tell Bulma. Make peace you know? I mean, it isn't her fault that you left her, she has a right to know that."

    "We will go to the Briefs house in the morning. Will that make you smile again?"

    "Hai." Yamcha snuggled his lover softly.

    "Then it will be worth it."

    Yamcha kissed him tenderly, "Goodnight sweet prince."

    "Hn." He grunted and Yamcha fell into a fit of giggles.
 

    Bulma was laying awake in her bed. She was getting despirit! No assassin would go near Yamcha, he had made to much of a name for himself, and Vegita. . . no way. //How can they just get away with this?!//

    She frowned and floped onto her side, trying to get comfortable, "It isn't fair. It's sick! How dare that baka corrupt _my_ Saiyan!"

    "Bulma my dear," Her father yawned, "Go to sleep. It's late."

    She frowned and turned her back toward the door. "But he was mine."
 
 

~tbc~