Yamcha took a cold beer from the fridge just as Vegita walked in from his workout. He took in the Saiyan prince from the corner of his eye. He was shirtless, covered in glistening sweat from his time in the hot inside of the gravity inducer. . . Yamcha felt himself getting hard and cursed. //Damn it he already stole Bulma now he's steeling my manhood!// The human stopped that line of thought. He had been having these inclinations long before Vegita, just never this pure before that's all.

 "What are you looking at ningen?"

 "You tell me." He replied testily. He didn't need this.

 Vegita ignored his comment. Why should he pay attention to a ningen's insults? "That drink will kill what few brain cells you have left."

 "Don't tell me you don't drink!"

 "I don't drink."

 "I don't believe this, Bulma dumped me for a panzy!"

 "What did you call me human?! With my Saiyan metabolism I could drink twice as much as you
easily."

 "Oh yeah? Just try it!"

 Vegita glared back and snatched a bottle from the fridge. "Come on."

 About twelve six packs later, the Briefs fridge was completely liquor free and Vegita wasn't even
buzzed! Yamcha was only slightly so. "I drank more than you ningen, I win."

 "Oh no you don't! We're going to a bar and finish this!"

 Vegita rolled his eyes and followed Yamcha into town. They walked into the first nightclub/bar that
they saw and started up again. Yamcha didn't feel any need to tell Vegita that it was a gay night club,
the Saiyan probably didn't even know what ‘gay' meant. Soon after they settled into their match the
two of them had attracted quite a crowed. People were choosing sides and placing bets as the two
fighters downed special after special.

 Finally Yamcha fell off of his stool and Vegita grinned, "I win human!"

 "Fi'e." Yamcha muttered in a slurred voice. His brain felt foggy. //Shouldn't have drunk that much.
know better!//

 "What?"

 "Ah sai' ok."

 "You, ningen, are really drunk."
 
 

 Vegita was actually smiling! The alcohol had loosened him up considerably! He picked Yamcha up
off of the floor and plopped him down in a booth in the back. "So have I proven my point?" The
human didn't look up but Vegita noticed a suspicious shaking in his shoulders. "Are you laughing at
me?!" He jerked the other man's face up and stopped, frozen with shock. He wasn't laughing, he was crying!

 "Le' me alone ‘gita, yur be. . bedder th'n me. Ya pro'd yur p'nt. G'way."

 The Saiyan sat, unsure of what to do in this situation. He would normally have laughed at the
human's weakness but this was deeper than ningen's usual, superficial tears. "Why are you crying
human?"

 "On'y want'd ta be go' ‘nough.fer you."

 "What did you say?!"

 "On'y want'd you ta l've me."

 Vegita couldn't think of anything to say to the human. He didn't want any emotional attachment, that
was why he chose Bulma in the first place. There was no way he could ever love her. Life was more
simple that way. No emotional ties. But Yamcha. . . he thought he wasn't good enough. Thought
Vegita had no interest in him because he was ningen. It wasn't like that! "I can't afford emotional ties.
They are a weakness. A liability."

 Yamcha slid further down in the booth as if he wanted to disappear under the table. "‘m not go'd
‘nough an' way. Y'r pe'fect ‘gita. Deserve som'ne pe'fect."

 "That isn't it."

 "Why Bu'ma? Ya cou'd do bedder."

 Vegita shook his head, "I don't -want- love. I wanted someone I would never love. Someone to
have my heir's and that's it. End of relationship. End of story."

 Yamcha nodded and wiped the tears away from his eyes. "Damn. S'rry. I di'n' mean ta. . . don'
know why I. . ."

 "I said I didn't -want- love." Vegita told him softly, "Not that I hadn't found it anyway."

 The human flinched as if he had hit him. "Who?"

 "Hn, baka." Vegita said fondly. He brought his lips to Yamcha's and for a moment the other man
forgot to breath.

 "‘G. . . ‘Gita?"

 "You disrupt my life ningen. But I'm glad you do."

 Tears once again flowed down his cheeks and Vegita rolled his eyes. "You are a weepy drunk. Why are you crying this time?"

 "Yur dr'nk ‘Gita, wh'n ya s'bber ‘p ya won' ‘member."

 "For your information I am pleasantly buzzed, not drunk. If anyone forgets this conversation it would be you."

 "Ne'er."

 Vegita shook his head and dug around in his pocket.

 "Wha'r ya loo'ing fo'?"

 "A senzue bean. You need it."

 "Wha. . .?"

 "It helps absorb the extra alcohol and clears your system."

 "Oh."

 He found it and pressed it to Yamcha's lips. "Take it."

 The human closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and took both the senzue and Vegita's fingers into his lips. The Saiyan reacted as if he had been burnt.
 
 

 When Yamcha opened his eyes again, his head was remarkably clear. "Woah!"

 "Hn."

 "Vegita. . . I. . . what'd I do?"

 The Saiyan Prince polished off his drink and ordered another. "You don't remember."

 Yamcha shook his head. "What're we doing here?! Hey who won the bet?"

 "You can't remember what you're doing here and you still have to ask that question? Hn, ningen no
baka."

 "I guess that means that you did ne?"

 "Hn, hai."

 Yamcha stiffened, he was a very wordy drunk. . . // Oh Kami-sama! Did I tell him!?// "Did I. . . ah. .
. what did I say?"

 "Nothing."

 He relaxed visibly.

 "You were too busy crying like a ningen baby."

 He let his head fall to the table to hide his embarrassment.

 "Hey, you two look cute together." The waiter smiled as he sat Vegita's drink in front of him. "You a
new couple?"

 Yamcha jumped, "We aren't a couple! We aren't even really friends! I mean. . ."

 "So you're available?"

 Yamcha scooted a little closer to Vegita, back away from the man. "Anou. . ."

 "Any one who touches him, will answer to me." Vegita growled and put his arm around the startled
boy's waist.

 "Hey, sorry man, thought you weren't a couple." The waiter apologized.

 "We aren't." Yamcha insisted.

 Vegita looked into his eyes and caught him there, holding his gaze. "Yet."

 "Oh! Sorry man. First date? I get it. Hey you want a drink man, you seem to have recovered fast
enough."

 "Just a Shirley Temple please."

 "Hn, I'm dating a panzy." Vegita teased.

 Yamcha's gaze jumped back to the Saiyan's eyes. "You ARE buzzed! You actually made a joke!"

 "I can't make jokes sober?"

 "No." Yamcha stated firmly.

 "Hn."

 He took Vegita's hand and added softly, "But I don't mind."

 "Aa?"

 "I. . . ah. . . I like you Vegita. A lot. When you and Bulma announced she was pregnant, I was really upset, but I don't think it was over losing Bulma. . . it was over losing any chance I had with you."

 "I don't love Bulma Briefs."

 "Then why. . .?"

 "The Saiyan throne needed an heir, she will provide it. If later the heir wants a sibling, I will provide
him one. I do not hold any affection for that whore. She is only a means to a child."

 "But I. . ."

 "You, are a means to happiness." Vegita whispered, still holding the boy's waist.

 "Have you. . . have you ever been happy?"

 "Once. A moment ago."

 "What happened?"

 "It was when you said you only wanted my love."

 "I. . . I said what?!" Yamcha turned to face the grinning prince, "You said I didn't say anything!"

 "Must have slipped my mind."

 "Bullshit."

 "Hn. Come. Dance with me."

 "What?"

 "I have never danced a ningen dance before. I want to try. Dance with me."

 Yamcha could only nod as the object of his desire led him to the dance floor. As Vegita pulled him
close, mimicking the other couples, he found himself praying that he wouldn't wake up. He was
dancing with Vegita! Holding the prince of the Saiyans close. Being held by him. As the dance went
on Vegita lay his head on Yamcha's chest and the boy's heart sped faster. //Oh God! This is. . . How can this. . . God I must be dreaming!//

 "Yamcha."

 "N. . . nanda Vegita?"

 "‘s this a dream?"

 The human smiled and held his partner closer, "I was just wondering that too."

 "Hn."

 "Nope, it's real."

 Vegita looked at him suspiciously,  "How do you know."

 "In a dream you wouldn't be stepping on my feet."

 His face grew red and he stopped dancing completely.

 "Vegita?"

 "I told you I've never danced before."

 He was embarrassed! This was priceless! "Vegita. . . it's ok. I. . . I love you, you can step on my
feat all you want."

 "Say that again."

 "You can step on my. . ."

 "NO! The first part."

 "I love you."

 "Again."

 "I love you."

 The Saiyan prince pulled Yamcha's lips down to his own. Whispering in his ear before his claimed
them. "Mine."

 Yamcha's mind went blank the moment his love's lips met his. "Ahh."

 "You taste good ningen." Vegita grinned.

 "H. . . how to Saiyan's dance Vegita?"

 The spiky haired man grinned wider and pressed up closer to Yamcha. He stopped moving his feet
and focused only on his lower body, rocking it to the tune and sliding up and down Yamcha in erotic
little circles.

 The ningen blushed and gasped as he found the beat and danced along with him, "I hate to tell you this ‘Gita but we do this here too, it's called dirty dancing."

 "What's dirty about it?"

 "Well, um. . . the way you move is. . . it's like. . ."

 "Sex?"

 "Anou. . . yeah."

 "Believe me, it can be a lot dirtier."

 Yamcha's eyes widened at the thought but he flushed and nibbled his lip before asking, "Show me."

 The Saiyan was glad to be of service.
 
 

 When they returned home, Bulma was waiting up for Vegita. He glared at her and shoved past.
Yamcha gave her an apologetic look and stepped inside as well.

 "Where have you two been?! You missed dinner."

 Vegita leered at Yamcha and the boy felt his face getting hot, "We um. . . we already ate."

 "You did?"

 "My favorite meal." Vegita said simply and started upstairs.

 "What is it?" Bulma asked.

 Vegita just shrugged, "You could never make it."

 "I. . ."

 "Yamcha, you coming or not."

 Bulma watched with shock as Yamcha started up the stairs behind the Saiyan. "Where are you two
going?!"

 "Yamcha is staying the night."

 "What?!"

 "He. . . anou. . . he want's to show me his sword." Yamcha said then suffered a major nosebleed
once he realized what that could have meant.

 Luckily Bulma didn't catch it. "Why?"

 Vegita grinned and shoved him through the doorway. "He wants to polish it for me."
 

 Bulma heard a groan from Yamcha as the door shut and locked and called up, "You had better play
nice!"

 The sound of a hard thud told her they weren't listening.

 "Hn, men!"
 
 

 Yamcha smiled up at Vegita from the floor where he had landed, "demo. . . I thought you wanted
me to polish it." He grinned.

 "You have to get a sword hot before you can -really- make it shine."

 "I have the perfect place."

 "I know you do. And is it hot?" Vegita asked, teasing his nipples.

 "Mmm, do that a few more times and it's be on fire!"

 "I'll see what I can do."
 
 

 Downstairs Mrs. Briefs smiled at her husband. "It's good to see Vegita and Yamcha speaking to
each other. They'll be good friends, I can tell."

 "Whatever you say dear."

 Bulma looked up towards Vegita's closed door, "I don't know, something is out of place here."

 "Well sweety they can't fight over you forever. You made your choice."

 Bulma frowned and thought of the conversation in the hall, "But has he?"

 "I'm sure he has dear."
 
 

 Up in Vegita's room he was making sure the one he chose would always know it.
 
 

~Owari~