C&C is not only wanted, it is craved! Like a man lost in a desert craves water!

<Part 1>
 

 Yamcha's face went completely white, devoid of any emotion. Vegita almost groaned at the expression the ningen wore. //he looks like. . . me.//

 "You. . . you're what?"

 Bulma faced her former lover with dignity. "I'm going to have Vegita's baby."

 The saiyan prince glared from his resting place, hidden in the boughs of a near by tree. She was the
most annoying female he had ever witnessed, but with friends like Kakarotto she could give his child
protection and with the money her family possessed the new heir to the saiyan throne would be well
kept. Those were the only reasons he had taken what she so blatantly offered. //Hn, whore.//

 The ground around the two of them started to shake and suddenly burst apart as Yamcha let out his
anger. Bulma yelped and jumped back before the ground under her feat vanished. "Y. . . Yamcha. .
."

 "Why?!" His anger flashed in his eyes.

 "Anou. . ."

 "Was it while I was dead?! I'm not even cold in the grave and you move in on my territory?" After
he said it, the fight flew from him and he sped away before anyone could see his angry tears.

 That last phrase caught Vegita's interest and so he followed the ningen to a twisting canyon.

 Before he had time to search for his ki, Yamcha found him! He slammed him hard against the wall of the canyon and Vegita watched the multitude of emotions that flashed over his face with veiled
interest.

 "Why are you following me?!"

 "What makes you think I am, ningen."

 Once again, Yamcha's shoulders slumped and he closed his eyes in pain. "Ningen." He said it
harshly. "That's all I am to you. Another ningen." He let himself float to the ground and walked away,
leaving Vegita to wonder at his behavior.

 It didn't take very long for Vegita to catch up to him again, though walking gave Yamcha the
advantage of longer legs. "What else would you be?" Vegita said casually, keeping step beside the
distraught human.

 That was the final straw! Yamcha slammed the surprised Saiyan up against a boulder and crushed
their lips together. At first Vegita tensed but slowly, Yamcha worked his mouth open and slipped his
tongue inside.

 The Prince of the Saiyans could not think! Could not focus on anything but these new sensations
tripping over his body. When the kiss ended he almost leaned forward for another. Almost. He was a Saiyan prince, such behavior would not be fitting.

 Yamcha's eyes were glowing with an intense heat, "You were mine damn it! And you gave yourself
to that slut." He turned away and hung his head. "-I- wanted you."

 Vegita just stood where he was and watched. "Why, ningen?"

 "I am NOT a ningen damn you!"

 "Watch your tongue." He warned.

 Yamcha slid to the ground in a sitting position and started to laugh, a sad and strained sound not at
all like his usual laughter. "I am not a ningen."

 Vegita crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

 "I am a Saiyan."

 "You are too weak to be a Saiyan."

 Yamcha glared at the man before him. "You want power?! Fine!"

 Vegita found it hard to keep his surprise from showing when Yamcha stopped dampening his
power. He -was- a saiyan! And as strong as Goku's super saiyan form if not stronger! But he wasn't
super saiyan. "Why did you hide this?"

 "To survive."

 "You aren't as stupid as you act, are you."

 "Watch it!"

 "Well?"

 "Goku is targeted by every bad guy in the universe because of how strong he is. Trouble follows him wherever he goes. I don't want that." He dampened his power again. "I don't want that."

 "Saiyan are born to fight." Vegita sat down on a boulder just above him.

 "But I was raised here."

 "And how is that?"

 "You're in a talkative mood today." He observed.

 "Hn."

 "Fine. My father was a pacifist. One of the few Saiyan pacifists. He smuggled me to Earth to be
raised where I wouldn't have to fight to prove my worth."

 "So what did you find to hone your instincts as a fighter?"

 "Baseball!"

 Vegita shook his head.

 "Hey, it takes a lot a skill and speed to play baseball."

 "You have side tracked me enough. I will ask you again, Saiyan, Why?"

 His smile faded and he lowered his face. "B. . . because you. . . I. . . IthinkIloveyou!" He flinched
back, waiting for a blow. Surprisingly, none came.

 The prince of the Saiyans slid from the boulder and sat between Yamcha's legs. "Ningen emotion is
new to me." He said carefully, "What is this. . . love?"

 Yamcha's breathing was speeding up, harder, he couldn't believe that he was in the position! With
Vegita! "Love is a warm, full feeling." He said and put his hand over Vegita's heart. "Right here. Like
when you're with the one you love, you are more complete than when you are with anyone else."

 "Is that all?"

 "No, but it's too complex to describe it all, ningen words are to primitive for the task. It's something
you have to feel."

 The Saiyan prince wet his lips thoughtfully and then nodded, "I do not love Bulma."

 Yamcha almost laughed in relief. "I had hoped not."

 "But I. . . I am not sure if I love you, either."

 "Oh." His heart fell.

 "I am not good at asking for anything."

 "I understand my prince." Yamcha bowed his head, addressing Vegita formally.

 "But I will. . . ask. . . something of you."

 "Hai?"

 "Wait for me to understand. And h. . . help me to understand." He asked solemnly. "I think that I
could love you, but I do not know these. . . feelings."

 Yamcha couldn't believe his ears! He prayed this wasn't some sick joke.

 "Will you wait for me?"

 The concept was almost too much! Vegita, mighty prince of the Saiyans, asking him, Yamcha, the
Saiyan who was raised human, to wait for him! He smiled and nodded slowly, "H. . . hai. Hai my
prince."

 "And I have an order for you as well."

 "My prince?"

 "Tell no one what you have told me. About your Saiyan bloodline."

 "Why. . .?"

 "I don't want to share you with any other super villains." The prince flashed a bit of fang that
constituted a smile on his part, and Yamcha nodded his agreement. "Things will go on exactly as
before."

 "Hai." He paused then, ". . . what about Bulma?"

 "I need an heir and so I will allow her to raise my children. . . but I will not touch her except to gain
those children. I have no desire for her."

 "And me?"

 He grinned and leaned closer, drawing Yamcha's lower lip into his mouth, "You I desire greatly." He moved his head to the crook of the other Saiyan's neck and licked the salty flesh there before sinking
his teeth deep into it. Yamcha cried out in pain and bucked against him, but Vegita licked away the
blood and kissed away the hurt. "Now you bare my mark. You are mine."

 "Hai, Vegita-sama." Yamcha closed his eyes and leaned against the hard, firm chest of his prince.

 Neither knew exactly how long they sat like that, but the darkening sky roused them.

 "We have to go home." Yamcha kissed Vegita's chest once, softly, before they both stood.

 "I am a very possessive person." Vegita warned. "Now that you are marked as mine, sure of my. . .
feelings or not, I will not tolerate you flirting with anyone."

 "I understand highness."

 Vegita grinned again. "You use those titles because you know I like them."

 Yamcha's grin matched his own. "Hai Vegita-sama. I wish only to make you happy."

 Vegita placed a chaste kiss upon his lips before darting out of the canyon and back toward the
capsule corporation. //He does make my happy. As unlikely as it may be. . . I think I just might love
him. That is why I choose Bulma! I didn't want her to steal him from me!//

 Yamcha watched his prince disappear from sight and then started home himself. He had a lot to
think about. //Vegita.//

<Part 2>
 

 Something was up. Bulma didn't know what but she knew something was going on. Vegita hadn't touched her since she had told him she was pregnant. He hadn't even looked at her in any way that was different than usual. She could have chalked -that- up to Saiyan custom. Maybe they didn't touch their wives while they were pregnant. Some Indian nations wouldn't allow women on their monthly near the men because they were said to have to much power. Maybe this was similar to that.

 But then why had Yamcha stopped yelling at her for what she had done? He was still around. Almost every day in fact. Something was off in his visits though. He didn't hang around her like he usually did. He seemed to hover around Vegita! Vegita of all people!

 //Bulma, you're pregnant, these worries are just mood swings, nothing to be concerned about, it happens to pregnant women all the time.// She pasted a smile on her face as she took a tray with two cold beers out to the two men. Vegita was just stepping out of the new gravity chamber and Yamcha was, as was always the case lately, close by. This time he was doing katas.   Was is just her
imagination? Or did Yamcha look more graceful now? Almost feminine in his motion. . . It was just
the practice. Had to be the practicing. "You men want something cold to drink?" She smiled and
leaned up against Vegita, seemingly by accident.

 The Saiyan merely reached around her, snatched the bottles of beer, walked away and tossed one
to Yamcha before opening his own.

 Bulma wanted to scream! What was going on?! Weren't those two supposed to be fighting over her?!

 Yamcha smiled and lifted his bottle to her, "Arigato Bulma, I needed that."

 "Hn." Vegita just drank his in silence.

 "Well you could show some manners Vegi-kun." The ball player grinned when Vegita's face got red
with rage.

 "Do not call me that!"

 "What? Vegi-kun?"

 Bulma smiled, this was more like it. "Now boys, boys, stop fighting. Yamcha, apologize to Vegita."

 "But B. . ."

 "NOW."

 He lowered his eyes and grumbled, "s'rry ‘gita."

 Vegita turned cold eyes to Bulma. "I can fight my own battles woman."

 "Yes but I would like my yard to stay in tact today thank you." She quipped and walked back to the house with a sway in her hips added just for the boys behind her. //Finally they're acting normal. It
must be the Briefs family charm.//
 

 Once Bulma was inside again Vegita dragged Yamcha into the gravity chamber and closed the door. "Vegi-kun?! What was that all about? And telling ME to mind my manners!?!"

 Yamcha smiled and melted against Vegita, closing his eyes in contentment, "She was getting
suspicious." They sat leaning back against the consol and Yamcha's hand fondled the soft skin just
above Vegita's abdomen absently. "Bulma is like that, she has to think she's the center of attention or
else she starts to look for what's wrong."

 "You were impertenent."

 "I am sorry my prince."

 "You know that such behavior must be punished."

 Yamcha bowed his head to hide his smile. "I will submit to your punishment my prince."     The Prince of the Saiyans grinned and bit into Yamcha's neck, reopening the wound there. Yamcha arched into the pain/pleasure of the touch. It was such a sweet punishment! Yamcha moaned in pleasure and Vegita moved his lips from the other Saiyan's neck to his lips. "Shh."

 "Mmm!" Yamcha pressed closer, trying to get as close to his prince as he could. Every part of them
was touching. Chest to chest, hip to hip, bulge to bulge. But it was still not enough. They crushed
their bodies together as their tongues battled for dominance and their hands roamed over the other's
sun kissed skin. "V. . . Vegita-sama!" Yamcha arched toward him in need.

 The saiyan prince buried his hands in Yamcha's wild lochs and drew his face closer. Their touches
were hard and frenzied, full of lust, passion, need, and love. //Yes,// Vegita admitted to himself, //I
love Yamcha. But I will not tell him yet. Not yet.//

 "I. . . I need. . ." Yamcha squirmed in his liege's lap, "My prince I. . . I want. . ."

 Vegita hushed him with a kiss and peeled the sweat covered shirt from his love's back. Tossing it
aside he noticed how it slammed to the ground and his eyes shot to the gravity monitor. 100 times
Earths gravity.

 "Vegita?" Bulma knocked on the gravity chamber's door. "Vegita you didn't take that bottle in there
did you? Vegita? Open this door!"

 Two sets of Saiyan eyes found the two bottles which were no more than sand by now, and then
each other. Yamcha leapt from Vegita's lap and climbed up to hide behind the top of the console and Vegita opened the door, dumped the sand/bottles into Bulma's palms and slammed it shut again.

 "Well I never!" Bulma huffed and walked back into the house.

 Once they were sure she was gone, Vegita and Yamcha left the gravity chamber and stood behind it. Sun beating down on their glistening skin as they panted to get the breath back.

 "That was close." Yamcha sighed.

 Vegita nodded stiffly, "Too close."

 "She didn't see me."

 "I refuse to keep ducking behind corners to hide our relationship and your race from that woman."

 "Well what do you propose?"

 Vegita took Yamcha's hand and jerked him to his feet. "Follow me."

 "Nanda?"

 When they landed, Yamcha looked around the island Vegita had brought him to. "Where are we?"

 "My home." Vegita led Yamcha through a dense forest and to a house built onto a huge tree.

 "How long have you. . .?"

 "This has been my home since I found myself alone on this Earth. You do not believe a Saiyan prince could live amongst those ningen all the time! I needed a home and so I made one."

 The ball player walked slowly into the house, noticing the exquisite wood work and carvings that
covered it. "You put a lot of work into this."

 "I work off my aggressions this way."

 "I never imagined. . ."

 "If I only destroyed things when I was angry, this world would be no more." Vegita leaned back against the wall, hands folded over his chest, and watched his chosen's reaction.

 The man turned to let his gaze encompass the whole tree house. It was beautiful! "Beautiful!" He
smiled and took hold of Vegita's hands, wrapping them around himself. "I didn't know you could
make such beauty! Didn't think you could appreciate such things."

 "I appreciate you don't I?" Vegita's breath teased his neck as he nipped the tender flesh.

 Yamcha blushed and turned his head to look at his love, "I'm not beautiful."

 "Yes you are."

 "My scars. . ."

 "Memories of battles fought and won. Such a thing could hardly steal the beauty from your face."

 "Vegita, I. . ." Yamcha slowly lowered his mouth to his prince's and as the soft kiss lifted he sighed,
"I love you."

 "Hn, how?"

 "What?"

 "How could someone so gentle love someone so rough?"

 "You aren't rough ‘Gita. You're battle hardened. Cunning. Strong." He traced his prince's lips with
his tongue, "Mine."

 Vegita smiled and ran his hand through Yamcha's ebony hair. Saiyan hair. How had he overlooked it before? Ah well, no matter now. "You are the first person I have allowed in my home."

 "I am honored my prince." His eyes drifted closed as his lips neared Vegita's once again.

 Vegita struggled with his pride. He could be free with his love, had to be, "I. . ." God's why was it so hard?!

"Shh."

 "Wha. . ."

 "I know my prince. You don't have to say it."

 "I don't?"

 Yamcha smiled and sat beside his love in the pile of cushions and pillows the served as the couch in
the living quarters. "I can feel it in every move you make toward me. Every word directed to me.
You can take as much time as you need to say the words. I already know that they're true."

 "Arigato."

 "See, you would have never said thank you to anyone else."

 "Hn, baka."

 "But you love me anyway don' cha?"

 "Hai." he grinned and suckled his partner's ear lovingly.

 "Mmm. See, it's ok to be a baka."

 "Hai."

 They fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms and smiling. They were home.

<Part 3>
 
 

    The day dawned too quickly for both of the Saiyan's. Vegita glarred at the sun as if with that alone he could make it night again. Yamcha laughed and reminded him that the sun would take the entire planet with it if he blew it up.

    "We have to go back soon." Yamcha sighed saddly, "Bulma will be curious enough as it is about where you've been."

    "I have no wish to hide what we have from the likes of her." Vegita said proudly.

    "If she wants to she could make your child's life very trying."

    That made him pause.

    "And even if I hate the thought of you with her, what if you need another child?"

    The thought made Vegita worry a bit. How could he be with Bulma again after he had found
Yamcha?

    Yamcha quieted his worries with a kiss, "We'll work this out 'Gita. Bulma's human, she won't live
forever."

    The prince grabbed Yamcha's hand and kissed it gently, nipping and licking at the palm of it until
Yamcha was shivering and hot with passion, "I don't want to hide what I have discovered in you. I
have no shame in how I have learned to feel."

    "What about when we go to fight the androids? If they knew of our tie they could use that against
us in the battle."

    "You are the most powerful Saiyan I have ever felt, it is a blow to my pride to say this, but you are
three or four times more powerful than I am, at least three times more powerful than Goku. Why not
just fight them? You could end it before it began."

    "I don't use my strength for fighting." Yamcha told him, snuggling closer, "It would dishonor my
father's memory."

    Vegita felt the faint stirrings of fear. He had never known fear before, but for Yamcha, he was
afraid. His chosen would never truely fight back. He could die! "I do not want you to die."

    "Is that an order?" Yamcha teased.

    "Yes." Vegita was dead serious. "I order you not to die."

    "Your wish is my command Vegita-sama."

    "Hn, just remember that." He grinned.

    "I wouldn't dare to forget!" Yamcha faked a shiver and then laughed, catching Vegita's lips for a
kiss.

    Vegita burried his hands in the other Saiyan's hair and rolled him to his back in the cushions.
Snuggling  down on his chest. "There are advantages to being small."

    Yamcha smiled and currled his body around Vegita's, "And to being tall."

    "Vegita!" A voice called from outside.

    The two men jumped apart quickly and Vegita busied himself with his weights.

    Tien ducked under the flap over the door and smiled, "I thought I felt your energy signiture here,
wow, nice place!"

    "Get to the point and leave."

    "Dumpling and I are practicing in this area, want to join us?"

    Vegita glared but Yamcha smiled, "I would."

    "Yamcha?! What are you doing here?"

    "I was working off a debt to Vegita. He won a bet." Yamcha shrugged.

    "Oh, sure, come on."

    "I will go." Vegita decided, shoving Tien out the door before stepping out himself. "This is my
home, I do not want you to come here uninvited again."

    "Well I didn't mean to interupt your revenge, I just thought. . ."

    "Revenge?"

    "On Yamcha. Bulma likes you, I thought. . ."

    "I will say this only once. Bulma is nothing to me. She will give me a child and beyond that she will
never be anything to me. She is a snivling ningen [1] coward not at all worthy of a Saiyan prince."

    Tien got an angry look on his face. "She's my friend. Don't talk about her like that."

    "I only gave you the truth, it isn't my problem that you cannot accept it."

    "That's it!" The Jaganshi  [2] slammed into the Saiyan, knocking Vegita into a nearby tree.

    "Tien!" Yamcha yelled, "Stop it!"

    Vegita growled and charged his attacker. He landed a few punches but Tien was much faster than
before and slammed his foot into Vegita's gut. The little Saiyan countered, but didn't bring energy
attacks into it. He had no wish to distroy his home or endanger his chosen.

    "Stop it!" Yamcha was getting more upset by the minuet.

    They drew blood.

    Tien was beaten and bruised and spitting blood, but didn't let up.

    Vegita had started to bleed from his nose, but he kept fighting. He would always keep fighting.

    "Vegita! Please!"

    The prince turned to glare and saw tears in Yamcha's eyes. Their fighting was truly disturbing him.
He stopped and Tien's puch landed squarely in his face. He pulled back for another and another, but
Vegita had stopped fighting back!

    "Vegita!"

    "Yamcha?!" Tien was shocked when his friend moved to the Saiyan's aid, he couldn't pull his
punch fast enough and the boy was sent flying into Vegita's chest.

    "Yam-chan?" Vegita asked softly, so that Tien wouldn't hear.

    "I hate fighting!" Yamcha growled and stood with Vegita's help.

    Tien looked worried. "Yamcha what were you thinking?"

    "This is his haven, you can't just come into it and attack him. Not here."

    Dumpling [3] popped into existence by his brother's side. "Brother? What happed? I thought you.
. . Vegita? Yamcha? When did you. . .?"

    Tien looked at Dumpling and then at the two fighters before him. "Dumpling can sense soul bonds.
You. . .?"

    Yamcha blushed slightly and Vegita glarred, "What right is it of yours to butt into our private
affairs?"

    "Vegita!" Yamcha blushed brighter and turned to Tein, "H. . . He didn't mean it like that."

    Dumpling smiled at the boys sweetly. and put a hand on each of their arms. "It's ok. You have a
pure and beautiful bond. It is nothing to hide."

    "You will tell no one!" Vegita barked sharply.

    "Wha. . ."

    "Bulma is having Vegita's baby." Yamcha said softly, "He needed an heir. If she finds out, she
would make the childs life very hard." He looked at his two friends imploringly. "Please guys, you
can't tell anyone about this. It's important."

    "I. . ." Tien sighed, "If Dumpling says your tie is pure I believe him. I won't tell."

    "Thank you."

    Vegita still glared but it was more for show now than real. "You are helping us. You are welcome
in my home. But please do not fight on my island anymore. This is from now on a place of peace."

    The two fighters were astounded but nodded. "We will make good on that offer. All of this
training  is trying."

    Yamcha smiled and looked toward Vegita.

    The Saiyan nodded slightly.

    "Do you want to come in for a snack? We just woke up so we haven't eaten yet."

    "You. . .?" Tien and Dumpling both blush deep red. "anou. . ."

    "Come on, it's pure remember?" Yamcha teased and opened the house up, "come on."
 
 

    Tien looked around when he stepped inside for the second time. It was beautiful! And so light!
Openings all over it brought sun light through. Much of it seemed focused on the pile of cusions the
must have been a couch or a bed.

    Yamcha grinned at him, he must have noticed his scrutiny. "We . . . ah. . . didn't get as far as the
bed last night. The bedrooms up in the higher building."

    "It's like something from the Swiss Family Robinson." Dumpling smiled, "Tien read it to me, it's
American I think."

    Yamcha shook his head, "I haven't read it."

    "I have it."

    They all turned startled eyes to the Saiyan Prince.

    "What? Didn't you think I could read?"

    "Well it's just. . . that book?"

    He shrugged and tossed the each a hollowed out coconut with a stopper holding fresh water
inside, and starfruit.

    Tien looked at the contents of Vegita's food box, "Healthy."

    "I live off of the land here. It would alert people to my island if I brought supplies in."

    "So all of this. . ."

    "He made it!" Yamcha smiled proudly and hugged the Saiyan from behind. "My prince is
wonderful ne?"

    The brothers looked at each other and then at the couple before them, "You. . ."

    "I thatched the roofs, wove the cloth, spun the wool, killed the beasts, skinned the kills and cut the
lumber and bamboo."

    The pride in Yamcha's eyes made them smile. He really loved the Saiyan.

    Dumpling smiled and sat on one of the cusions around the low table in the dinning area. "You are
very artistic Vegita-kun."

    "Hn."

    Yamcha smiled and lay his head on Vegita's shoulder.

    Everyone tensed but then Vegita reached round to hug the boy closer and Tien and Dumpling let
out the breath they had been holding. "You ah. . . you seem very happy together."

    Vegita gave them one of his 'looks' and Yamcha smiled and snuggled closer.

    They finished the meal in a slightly uneasy silence that Yamcha and Vegita both failed to notice, so
wrapped up as they were in each other.

    "Well we should go train some more now. . . anou. . . are you still coming?" Tien asked.

    "We need to go back to Capsule Corporation before Bulma gets suspicious." Yamcha frowned.

    "It will be hard, hiding something like this from Bulma."

    "It's hard hiding it from anyone. I want to make the world know that Vegita is mine."

    "Well you could subtly say something." Tien grinned, "Just for yourselves."

    This got Yamcha's interest. "How?"
 
 

    Bulma glarred when Vegita and Yamcha finally got back. "What were you doing?!"

   Vegita answered that. "Hunting."

    "Why?"

    He shrugged and walked into the house.

    "Vegita?"

    "Hai?" He turned to Bulma's mother.

    "What a nice shirt! Where did you get it?"

    Bulma looked down at Vegita's chest and for the first time noticed that the white shirt under his
leather jacket was different than when he left. "What does it say?"

    Vegita just grinned and took off his jacket as he walked upstairs so they could see it. In big block
letters it said 'SEXY SAIYAN PRINCE'.

    Bulma almost choaked on her soda.

    When he closed and locked the door to his room, Yamcha slipped through the window and
Vegita smiled and slid off his jeans. On the elastic band of  his new boxers was wrinten 'Property of
Saiyan Yamcha'.

    Yamcha grinned and gave him a wet and possesive kiss, "And don't you forget it."
 
 

~Owari~

<Part 4>
There Comes A Child

    Yamcha lay surrounded by Vegita's warm embrace. The two saiyan's were nestled snugly together in their tree house on Vegita's island. The bedroom was open and filled with various pillows and furs. Their clothing was strewn all over a mute testament to the thorough loving that had taken place the night before.

 "Mmm." Yamcha slipped his tongue up the outside of Vegita's ear, lapping at the lobe and sucking it gently into his mouth, nipping at it before he stuck his tongue inside.

 Vegita stirred from his sleep and rolled over to face the other Saiyan. "Again?"

 "Uhmm." Yamcha agreed lazily.

 "You -must- be a Saiyan." Vegita grinned and brought his lips to his lover's.

 "VEGITA!!"

 Yamcha and Vegita both looked up with the same cold and annoyed looks fully worthy of their
Saiyan heritage. "Nanda!?"

 Tien flew into the bungalow and all three of his eyes widened at the sight of the two men tangled
together, "Anou. . ."

 "Yes?" Yamcha looked at him expectantly.

 "You ah. . ."

 "We were in the middle of something."

 "B. . . Bulma. . . she anou. . . she wants Vegita to come home."

 Vegita just glared at him.

 "It's the. . . ah. . . the baby. . ."

 Both men jumped up at that and Tien turned around, face bright red, "Clothes! You ah. . . will both
need your clothes."

 When they got to the hospital the baby was already born. An easy labor. Vegita and Yamcha crept
into the nursery and looked into the bassinet at the tiny child the tiny baby boy.

 "His name is Trunks." Dumpling said with a smile. "Bulma named him."

 Vegita picked the child up carefully and held his son to his chest. "Trunks?"

 Yamcha cuddled the baby and his lover close. "Hi little guy."

 "Trunks," Vegita said softly, "I am your Touchan, and this is you're kaadra."

 Yamcha looked up startled, "That's Saiyan for ‘man mother'."

 "Hai." The saiyan prince smiled, "And that's who you will be to my son."

 "But Bulma. . ."

 "Bulma will tire of him just as she tires of anything and everything with time. But I know that you will
always love him and be there for him."

 "Hai my prince." Yamcha breathed, overwhelmed with the trust and love Vegita was showing in the
gesture.

 "Hold him."

 "But. . ."

 "Hold him." The prince ordered.

 Yamcha took the babe slowly and let him rest in the crook of his arm. "Mine." He said with slight
awe.

 Vegita grinned and kissed his lover gently, "Mine." Then he kissed the child's closed eyes, "Ours."

 "I. . ." Yamcha couldn't get the words passed the love welling up inside him for his lover and their
new child. His family.

 Bulma walked in then and cut short the moment. "Yamcha, what are you doing here?"

 Yamcha grinned and jostled the baby lightly, "Greeting the new arrival."

 "But you. . . I thought you would be angry."

 "I don't hold a grudge Bulma. Vegita's mind is made up and no man can stop him when that happens ne?"

 "H. . . hai." She looked at the Saiyan and smiled.

 He scowled.

 "So you are buddies now."

 "I have no need for buddies." Vegita growled and stalked passed the surprised mother.

 Yamcha looked after him with a slight grin, he knew what Vegita had meant by that. He had no need for a buddy, he had an ache for a lover and friend. For him. Trunks wiggled in his arms and latched on tightly to his finger with one little fist. As all Saiyan mothers, he felt the child's need for chi and ki. And as all Saiyan mothers, he offered some of his. Allowing the child to nurse it from him like milk.

 Bulma looked at him in askance at his odd expression. "Yamcha? What are you doing?"

 He smiled, "bonding. We're gonna be buds, aren't we little one?"

 She nodded and walked out of the nursery, "Keep hold of him for me, I'm going to go fill out the
forms so I can go home."

 Yamcha didn't answer, as she left the room he sank to his knees, "Take all you need." He offered,
"I'll never leave you to need."

 The baby showed a silent but wide smile and moved his hand from Yamcha's finger to his palm.
Laying his little palm flat on the man's.

 "Done?"

 He gurgled happily and Yamcha folded his hand around the babe's, "Ai shiteru little one. And you're
father too. You're my loves."

 Vegita grinned in through the nursery window and then walked back to the capsule corporation with
Yamcha, Bulma, and the baby. Yamcha carried Trunks on the way back while Bulma window
shopped and made a fuss over how her clothes would fit again. He faltered once and the Saiyan
prince noticed that his lover was still offering his Chi and Ki, even though the baby wasn't requesting
it. //Hn, beautiful loving fool.// He took the baby from his chosen's arms and gave his lover a rest.

 "Arigato Vegita-sama." Yamcha smiled.

 Bulma was up far ahead so Vegita snuck a quick kiss and transferred some of his Ki into Yamcha.
"You don't have to give so much."

 "But I want to." The Saiyan replied and ran his hand through Vegita's surprisingly soft hair. "He is a
part of you and with my chi he is also a part of me. It makes him ours."

 "Saiyan children grow in intelligence quickly." Vegita started to walk again and Yamcha joined him.
"He has undoubtably already imprinted you as his kaadra. That bond will never leave him. He is
yours and mine. Bulma will be his friend and a close one, but you are his mother."

 "I feel guilty taking her place."

 "She is too immature to raise a child. You do her a favor."

 "Still. . ."

 "Stop." Vegita ordered, "Stop those thoughts now. Never feel guilt for taking what is yours."

 Yamcha smiled at Vegita's ‘command' tone, "Hai Vegita-sama. My prince."
 
 
 
 

 Bulma tried to care for the child, but as Vegita had predicted, he often took the backseat to one of
her inventions. Yamcha was always there to fill in. Vegita watched from a distance, with pride evident in his stance.
 
 

 Little Trunks was curled up in Yamcha's lap, cooing and giggling and playing with Yamcha's fingers,
then he discovered his own feet. Yamcha grinned as the little boy shoved his toes into his little mouth.

He removed them gently and laughed, "Those feet are for walking, not eating."

 Finished with her project, Bulma picked the baby up out of Yamcha's lap, "Have you been a good
boy Trunks? Arigato Yamcha."

 He watched Trunks squirm in her arms and cry out reaching over her shoulder for Yamcha. "Aaaaa! Aaaaa!"

 "What is it Trunks?" Bulma asked, "You need a change?"

 "Kaaaa! Kaaaa!"

 Yamcha flinched and hung his head, trying to drown out the infant's pleas. Bulma had birthed him,
she was his mother."

 "Kaada! Kaada! Kaada!" Little Trunks managed.

 Yamcha looked up in surprise, "What did he just say?"

 "Kaada!" Trunks shouted again after seeing that this gave him results. "Kaada!"

 Bulma looked at her baby boy oddly, "What did he say?" She gasped when Yamcha snatch the babe from her and laughed, twirling him around and hugging him lovingly, "You said your first word! That's good Trunks! Very good!"

 "Kaada!" The baby was really getting the hang of this now.

 Bulma put her face right up to Trunks and grinned, "Say mommy's name! Can you say mommy?"

 The baby loved all of the attention he was getting, he curled his mouth into all sorts of different
shapes and finally said "Amcha!"

 Bulma's face fell, "Did he just say Yamcha?"

 The baby, seeing this didn't get the response he wanted, giggled, "Kaada!" Again.

 Yamcha grasped at that to pacify Bulma. "He's trying to say Kaasan."

 "Do you think so?"

 "Hai." He smiled, "Have you shown your father the new. . ."

 "OH!"

 "Awoo Kaada." The baby gurgled as Bulma went to show her father her new invention, the baby
forgotten again.

 "I love you too Trunks."

 Vegita walked up to the pair of them and shook his head, "Sneaky Yamcha, very sneaky."

 "I'm a Saiyan aren't I?"

 Vegita made a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle and bit his chosen's neck, right
over the love mark he had placed there when they first found each other. Yamcha moaned and
Trunks giggled.

 "-My- Saiyan." He grinned.

 Yamcha grinned back, "-My- prince."

 "Kaada!" Trunks squealed and hugged them both.
 
 

~Owari~