Bulma woke up at dawn to a pounding on her window. She was so tired she didn't realize that she was on the third floor, so she was surprized when Vegita flew inside. "How. . . what. . . why are you here?"

    "Yamcha. . ."

    "Don't mention that pervert's name around me." She pouted.

    Vegita growled, "He is coming here today, with me, to talk to you."

    "I have nothing to say to him."

    "You will be civil."

    "Why should I be kind to someone I called friend who stole my husband?!"

    "We are not bonded."

    "But our children. . ."

    "They will be fine with it."

    "Vegita I love you."

    "Hn."

    "Please, give me another chance, I can be more like him if you want. I'll grow my hair long, I'll dye it black. . ."

    "You think I love him for his appearance."

    "I. . ."

    "I love him because he completes me."

    "But. . ."

    "Today is our bonding day, and he wants to make peace with you before the ceremony."

    "Why?! He doesn't care how I feel!"

    "Yes, he does."

    "Well then why did he take you from me?!"

    "You talk as if he's a possession." A lean form said from his place at the sill.

    Both people turned to him, "Yamcha!"

    "Bulma, My prince."

    Vegita walked to him and looked him up and down, "What is it? Are you hurt?"

    "No."

    "Then why did you come?"

    "When I woke up you were gone." Yamcha smiled, "I figured you came to. . . talk to Bulma."

    Vegita frowned, "I was too predictable."

    That earned him Yamcha's laughter and Bulma frowned at the two of them, "You never answered me. Why should I make peace with a theif?"

    Yamcha sobered and glanced up at her, "He gave me his heart Bulma, I didn't steal it."

    "You perverted him!"

    "We love each other. If that's perverted then we did it to each other, no one way."

    She slid to sit on her bed, tears building in her eyes, "Why? Why did you leave? Why did you take him? What's wrong with me?"

    The theif hugged her and smiled softly, "Bulma. Shh, nothing is wrong with you! You're smart and funny and pretty. Saiyans just aren't made to appreciate women like that. It isn't your fault. It's ours. Our genetics."

    "But we had something, for a while."

    "It was a good while wasn't it?"

    "Yes." She smiled through a sob.

    "So remember it as a good time, but let it go."

    "I don't think I can."

    "Not your choice." Vegita glarred and ripped Yamcha away from her.

    "Vegita!" The taller man admonished. "That hurt!"

    Instantly the anger fled and the Saiyan prince looked so lost. Bulma watched Yamcha smile and saw it instantly assure the other man. They kissed briefly and Vegita closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against Yamcha's to whisper, "I am sorry."

    "S'ok." Yamcha breathed.

    "You two really love each other." Bulma said quietly, "Don't you."

    Yamcha nodded, "Very much."

    "Aa."

    "Well I. . ." She frowned slightly and nodded with a sigh, "I guess Vegita's made up his mind, there's no changing love. I. . . good luck. Both of you." She turned away so they wouldn't see her tears, when she turned around, they were gone.
 
 
 

    Goku watched Piccolo and Gohan spar on the front lawn. Gohan wanted them to be near Chichi a lot so that she could get used to them as a couple. Chichi was doing her best to act normally.

    "Boys?" She called from the front door, "Would you like some iced tea? Piccolo, some water?"

    They stopped sparring and walked over to her and Piccolo offered an awkward smile, "Arigato Son Chichi."

    "Piccolo!" Goku grinned, "We're going to be related this time tomorrow!"

    "Hn."

    "Call us 'Kassan and 'Touchan!" He hugged the Namek and the green skinned man looked at
Gohan with comical horror.

    "'Touchan. . ." Gohan snickered.

    "Oh, right, sorry."

    "Chichi!" A woman stepped from her car and smiled, "Hey!"

    "Bulma! Ohayo!" They kissed eachother's cheeks in greeting, "How are you faring."

    "Fine." She smiled, "Vegita and Yamcha stopped by this morning."

    "Oh Bulma! Are you alright? Do you need to talk?"

    She smiled bravely, "No, I. . . I think I'll be fine. I didn't realize what they meant to eachother and now that I do, I think they belong together. I'll miss Vegita, and I still love him. . . but this is what he wants so who am I to say no to love?"

    Chichi smiled, "You're a brave person Bulma-chan."

    "What about you?"

    Chichi looked at Piccolo and then back to Bulma, "You want to come inside and talk?"

    Bulma's eyes were full of understanding, "Sure."

    Once they went inside Gohan turned and burried his face in Piccolo's shirt and cape, "She hates us. I know she didn't like the idea but I thought she'd at least learn to accept it, but she hasn't. She hates us."

    Piccolo tried to calm his lover and looked to Goku for help.

    "Gohan." His father smiled, "She just needs time."

    "But I wanted her to be happy for us."

    "Chichi wasn't raised by Ox king, she was raised more by women who were very strict and old fasioned. They taught her that same sex pairings were wrong and Chichi can't just erase what she was raised to think, not overnight."

    Piccolo nodded, "She is trying Gohan."

    "Why can't she try harder? This is supposed to be the happiest day of our life. I wanted to share my joy with her!"

    Piccolo held the boy before him in an iron embrace and stroked his wild hair fondly, "She loves you. For that love she will be happy for your joy even if she can not agree with the cause of it."

    "I just. . ."

    "Gohan?" Chichi stood in the doorway with tears in her eyes.

    He refused to look at her, afraid of the pain he had unwillingly caused.

    "I hadn't realized how much my silence hurt you Gohan." She walked toward him slowly, "Gohan I am so sorry."

    "But you still can't be happy for me."

    "I. . ." She looked at Piccolo helplessly, ". . . Gohan, Your father and I were hurt badly and constantly fighting with Piccolo's father. He just looks so like him I. . . I have trouble remembering that he isn't the same man."

    Gohan turned in his lover's arms and Piccolo wiped his tears away slowly. "I would never hurt Gohan." He swore to her, "He is as much a part of me as my heart and soul. My very blood."

    "Okaasan, I just wanted you to accept us." The young Saiyan lowered his eyes, "Not everybody finds such deep love, it's a special thing that I wanted you to share. Don't you understand?"

    Goku hugged his wife from behind and the parents faced the child and his lover as two couples who loved eachother very much. "I do understand." She smiled, "I just. . . I don't want to loose you! Videl is so. . . weak, compaired to Piccolo! It feels like I'm loosing you."

    "You can't loose me Okaasan." Gohan grinned, "Now you have three sons instead of two. That's all."

    She met Piccolo's dark eyes with a faint smile, "Welcome to the family, Son Piccolo."

    The large man nodded and Gohan smiled, "arigato . . . Okassan."

    "Sunset is really soon." Goku hinted.

    Gohan's eye widened, "Oh!" He took Piccolo's hand and smiled at his family once more, "wish us luck."

    Goku nodded, "And happiness."

    Chichi stood watching until her son was out of site. "He's all grown up." She sobbed softly. "My baby."

    Her husband held her softly, "He's still our son Chichi."

    "Gohan."
 
 

    "Vegita."

    The Saiyan prince lay his choosen mate down in the nestlike hollow he had fashioned and stocked with food. The only openings were the entrance which was now sealed and a small hole in the top, to let in the moonlight. "Soon."

    "I love you." The baseball player smiled and traced his lover's face with use worn hands.

    "You are my strength and sheild." He kissed the questing fingers lightly, face serious.

    "What is wrong?"

    "My body will change after this."

    Yamcha waited in silence.

    "I will achieve my full stature once the ceremony is complete."

    "Isn't that the case with all Saiyan?"

    "No." He took Yamcha's hands tightly, "It is because of my noble blood. I will look very much different."

    "You'll always be my prince." He assured, "No matter how you look."

    Vegita smiled and kissed him softly. "It's time."

    "I don't know what to do."

    "Reach inside to your clan conscious. It will guide you."

    Vegita offered the heart of a tiger to Yamcha and the warrior bent his head to eat it from his lover's hands.

    "With this I show I can care for you, clothe and feed you and protect you from harm." The prince offered.

    Yamcha reached into the chest of the other animal and pulled out it's heart, offering it to Vegita who ate it the same. "With this I accept your protection and care and I offer my own to you."

    They smeared the blood left on their hands onto each other's faces and pressed their forheads and lips together. From their eyes, tears trailed over the blood, washing it away, cleansing the bond.

    As the lovers pulled back, they glanced up through the hole in their cocoon. As Dende promised them, the moon was shining full down upon them.

    They waited tensely for whatever change the dragon had placed upon it in absence of their ape forms. Yamcha's ragged breathing could be heard above the chirping of the crickets outside.

    "V. . . vegita?"

    "I don't feel anything new." He stated with a frown, "But something has to change."

   Yamcha swallwed softly and continued the cerimony. It was all he could do. "To you alone will my spirit yeild."

    "To you alone will I offer my soul."

    They clasped hands and chanted, "Gods of Vegita-sei bind we two who have found love in each other." As they said the words something welled up from deep inside them and burst free, enveloping them in a bright golden light, wind whiped around them when before all was peaceful, and they could feel their souls twinning around one another.  "We are one now and forever. Intwinded eternaly. Never to part even in death. Our soul, our lives are one."

    Both screamed as the light pounded into them and fell to their sides, still holding on the the other. "We did it." Yamcha smiled sleepily. "Gods 'Gita we did it."

    The prince smiled and smoothed his mate's hair softly, "You are mine now little one."

    "I always was."

    The prince curled up around the other man and they fell asleep, wrapped in the glow of their combined auras and their love.

    As the moon shone down upon them, Vegita's changes started and Yamcha slept on.
 

    "Kami sama." Mr popo asked, "Was that change you requested wise? I do not relish the thought of three very angry Saiyan's not to mention Piccolo, coming up here for revenge."

    The young God grinned, "I couldn't resist."

    His black skinned servent just groaned and wiped the sweat from his brow, "Enma protect us."
 

    Piccolo hugged his beloved, disturbed, "What is wrong?"

    Gohan blushed and stammered, "I. . . I can't. . . you know."

    The Namek blinked in puzzlement.

    "It won't. . ."

    "The bond is formed is it not?"

    He nodded, "Yes, that's finished, but I wanted to. . . and I can't. . ."

    Piccolo followed his lovers gestures to his groin area and blushed, "You are saying that you cannot become aroused?"

    The Saiyan nodded, his blush getting deeper.

    "What could have. . ." Piccolo paused and looked up at the moon through their nest.

    Both reached the same conclusion rather quickly. "DENDE!!!!!"
 
 

    Yamcha yawned and opened his eyes slowly, "'Gita."

    "Hn."

    He stiffened and jumped back! The man beside him was as tall as he was if not taller! With Vegita's spiky hair but also a long mass of hair flowing out from below the wild mane to fall smoothly over his shoulders and back. The face was a bit more lean, as if all the boyhood had finally left it, and his tail. . . yes, his tail was back! It wrapped around Yamcha's waist comfortingly. The other warrior stiffened, //Wait a minuet!// He reached back and checked the small of his back, his own tail was there! The theives he was raised by had pulled it from his hide long ago how. . .?

    "Mmm. . . Yam-chan." The man shifted.

    "V. . . Vegita?"

    Ebony black eyes opened and looked at the startled warrior. "I'm that ugly huh."

    He shook his head and swallowed carefully, "N. . . no! You're gorgeous!"

    "Hn."

    "I mean it!" Yamcha ran a hand through the other's long, silken hair, "Before you were sexy and powerful, now you're. . . Gods you look almost etherial!"

    "'m not sexy now?"

    Yamcha growled playfully and pounced on his mate, nibbling at his ear, "Mmm, 'Gita."

    Both men stopped suddenly and looked at eachother, "What's going on?"

    "I. . . you. . ." Yamcha blinked.

    Vegita, with his usual grace with words summed up the question in six words, "Why is my dick still soft?!"

    Yamcha choaked at the other's rough wording and burst into laughter that's when he realised. . . "The moon!"

    "DENDE!!!!!!!"
 
 

    Goku looked up in the sky just in time to see a crispy little Namek land in the lake. "Dende!" He swam out and pulled him to shore, wringing out him robes and retrieving his staff, "What happened?!"

    The little Namek grumbled something about Saiyan's having no sense of humor.

    Goku got a slight grasp on where this was going, "Dende, what does the moon do to them?"

    His answer was cut off by a wailing sould and Mr. Popo landed in the lake as well. The Saiyan fished him out and he imidietly begain to whine at Dende. "I told you you shouldn't have wished that! They're going to kill us! We're dead! Do you know what Saiyans do when they get angry?! How could you make them impotent on their bonding night?! They'll. . ." He blinked at Goku, "Oops."

    Goku just stared at the two sodden creatures, "The moon makes us impotent now?"

    Dende blushed and shrugged, "I seemed  agood idea at the time!"

    Goku feinted.
 
 

~Owari~