Title:          Past, Present, and Future
Author:      Raihne A. Cloud
Warning:  Yaoi, sap, a little angst (but I believe in happy endings) [if Vegita seems OOC it's cause
                 this is before Freezer hurt him so baddly, he'll get to be himself don't worry]
Disclaimer: The guys aren't mine I'm just messing with their existence and then I'll put them
                    back where I found them.
Summary:     you hafta read it yourself or I'll give it away!
Pairing:         Yamcha/Vegita
Archive:     Sure just tell me when you do and link to my page if you would.

 Young Vegita sat locked in his room on Vegita-sei. His father was sending him off again to kill for Freezer. He hated those outings with the ugly creature who controlled his peoples lives. He hated it with a passion surpassed only by his love and pride for his people.

 Slipping out the window he dropped the twenty stories to the ground below and ran. Maybe if he ran fast enough he could get far enough away that his father would consider it a bother to look for him.

 He soon left the capital city and found himself slipping through the lake that surrounded
it, over the mountains on the other side, and into the woods. A strange sound stopped his flight.
A voice accomanied by the sound of wood being chopped.

 The young prince crept closer to the sound. The voice held something. . . new. A kind of
light joy. A smile? How could a song carry a smile?

 "Ko'una chi i Sa na wa ki sae ‘ewo i no chi wo ta kae tae ma'mowae ooku. Oh ma en o
su gata lie oota paeli, bakara ya tsu da ko-o'motae'ta . . . naze melou ohsho wo chu ne, naze
quizu tu ki na'gara. Komomo, Akuyou, tachi wo karu noka. . . Kaze no na kade, Amae no na
kade, oma anou nou komae karu mae no goku, naree ka de tou, barara todo yo wa nee. . ."

 Vegita had been walking forward, drawn to the voice when it stopped and a gasp replaced
it. A boy near his own age was standing holding a hatchet, freshly chopped wood piled beside the
cutting stump. His eyes were wide and staring at Vegita. Just before the prince could speak, the
boy fell to his knees.

 "Prince Vega! W. . . what are you doing here. . . I mean. . . please sir, don't take my
father back. He. . . he doesn't want to fight anymore."

 "What are you babling about?" Vegita asked, not bothering to correct the boy's
assumption that he was his younger brother. "I only came to hear the strange sound."

 "Wh. . . what sound?"

 "The chants that flew."

 "You. . . you mean my song?"

 "Is that what it is?"

 "Hai. I . . . I sing while I work a lot."

 "Why?"

 "It helps make the work go faster."

 "I see."

 "Lord Vega-sama what are you doing so far from the palace?"

 "I ran away. I don't want to fight Freezer's battles anymore."

 "Father and I ran away too." The boy admitted. "Father doesn't believe in fighting."

 "Is he weak?"

 "Oh no! Both of us are very strong, we just don't believe in fighting."

 "Sounds like a cowards excuse."

 "My father is NOT a coward!" He shoved the prince back into a tree and growled, "Just
because we prefer a different life doesn't make us weak!"

 Vegita stared at the boy who dared to attack him and then asked, "What is your name?"

 "What?"

 "You know my name, what is yours?"

 "Yameracha."

 "Yameracha." The prince tested the sound on his tongue and found he liked it.

 "H. . . hai."

 "Are you afraid of me Yam-chan?"

 "No."

 "Why not?"

 "Because I don't think you want to hurt me."
 

 Vegita's eyes narrowed into a glare but the boy stood his ground. "You have spirit. A lot
of fighting spirit."

 "Arigato."

 "What do you do to work off your energy if you don't fight?"

 "A game my father taught me. You take a ball and throw it as far as you can then you fly in front of it and hit it back and someone catches it."

 "What is the purpose of this game?"

 "To have fun."

 "Fun."

 "Haven't you ever had fun?" He asked, "Played?"

 "Anou. . . no."

 "Never?"

 "I am a crowned prince. I have no need for play."

 "Everyone needs to play sometime." A small rodent rustled the leaves and Vegita jumped and spun around. "Anou. . . do you need a place to stay?"

 "Hai."

 "You can stay here if you want."

 "Wouldn't your father dissaprove of that?"

 "He would never turn down a man in need, even if he is a prince."

 "I. . . thank you, Yameracha."

 "Don't have to thank me, now I have help with the chores."

 "Chores?"

 He laughed and motioned to the pile of cut wood, "While I cut more, that needs to be
stacked beside the house."

 Vegita looked at the wood, then the little shack, and then Yameracha. "And?"

 "Well you have to stack it for me while I cut more bakara."

 For some reason the insult didn't bother Vegita. It wasn't ment to hurt, it was meant
almost as an endearment. He had had very few of those in his life. He nodded and got busy.

 When Yameracha's father got home, he didn't comment about their guest, just treated
him as he did his son and accepted him. For the first time in his life, Vegita felt like he was a part
of a family. And it felt good.

<Part 2>
 

After Freezer's ship left without him, Vegita went back to the palace. A few days later a loud comotion caught his attention.

 The guards were gathered around a child near the palace gates. The prince recognized Yameracha almost instantly. "Stop!"

 "Your highness!" The guards all straitened to attention, one still holding the boy's collar.

 "What is going on here?!"

 "He was trying to get into the palace sir, he said you were friends and pardon my saying but we all know. . ."

 "What?" He glared.

 "You. . . well. . . you aren't really a people person."

 "Let him go you idiots. From know on you will address him as Yameracha-sama. He is your better, never touch him again."

 "Yes sir!"

 "Vega?" Yameracha asked quietly.

 "They wont bother you again. Come. Why did you come here?"

 "I . . . I missed you." He said shyly.

 Vegita smiled, a real smile that only Yameracha had ever witnessed, "I missed you too."

 "Honto?"

 "I wouldn't lie about that."

 "So does this mean you're my friend?" Yameracha asked almost shyly.

 "Mhmm." Vegita nodded, "are you mine?"

 "Hai."

 Vegita smiled and hugged his friend to the surprise of all of the guards and courtiers around them.

 Yameracha was used to the freeness of the wild and didn't realize what a scandle they were creating. He hugged his friend back tightly and closed his eyes, resting his head on the boy's shoulder. "You are my best friend."

 "Mmm." Vegita agreed and hugged him tighter, "You are my best friend too."

 "We'll be together forever and ever ne V-chan?"

 "V-chan?" Vegita pulled back and looked at his friend strangly.

 "If you can call me Yam-chan, I'll call you V-chan."

 The prince grinned and pounced on his friend and the two of the wrestled their way through the palace. By the end of the day, most of the courtears had fled in fear and the servants were eyeing the miss with trepidition. When the king got back with Freezer his bellow shook the palace, "Where is my son!"

 Vegita and Yamcha stopped their play and glanced up from the floor to see the king glaring down at them. "Ohayo Otousan." Vegita greeted.

 "You know I approve greatly of your training but I would appreciate it if you left the palace in tact!"

 Freezer grinned evilly at the children, "You missed our appointment."

 "Hn!" Vegita possitioned himself in front of Yameracha and sheilded him from the monster's eyes.

 The king noticed this and studied the boy carefully, "I don't know you, who is your father?"

 The boy was shaking with fear whispering over and over, "I knew this was a bad Idea, I knew I shouldn't have come here."

 "Well?"

 "What does it matter who his father is?" Vegita growled, "He is my best friend."

 "Friend?" His father was shocked, "You've never had a friend."

 "Otousan!" Vegita glared.

 "I need to know who he is."

 "Yameracha." He whisphered, still hiding behind Vegita.

 "I know that name. . . You are the son of Tricon"

 "Yeah. S. . . so?!"

 "He is a warrior turned pacifist. Never has there been a Saiyan pacifist! Where is he?!"

 "Father!" Vegita slapped the king's hand away when he reached for the boy.

 The king stared at his son in shock.

 Vegita glared back, telling his father with eyes and stance that this boy was off limits.

 "Go to your chambers and take your pacifist with you." The king ordered.

 As the boys retreated Vegita heard Freezer comment, "That child is strong, even stronger than Vegita. I want him."

 "Never." The prince vowed softly.
 

 Weeks passed and the boys grew closer. The two children wreaked havok on both of their
Touchans' nerves. Neither parent was sure this friendship was a good idea, and both realized with bitter resolve that the two were forming a bond much deeper than friendship.

 The boys realized this too. Saiyans mature very quickly and as they entered Saiyan puberty, the boys began to feel the deeper pull on them that the other caused.

 Yameracha and the prince were stretched out on a hill watching the clouds one day after sparring when Yam-chan turned on his side to the prince.  "Vega?"

 "Hai." Vegita answered with a yawn.

 "Have you ever seen. . ." He trailed of in embarassment and Vegita sat up intrigued.

 "Nanda?"
 

 "Have you ever seen two people trying to get a baby?"

 "Hn, no. I saw a couple of the palace dogs once though."

 "Have you ever thought of it?"

 Vegita looked carefully at his friend, "Hm?"

 "Doing it I mean."

 "Making a baby?"

 "You don't have to make a baby when you do it."

 "Then why do it?"

 "Because it feels good."

 "How do you know?" Vegita suddenly got very possessive, "Have you ever. . .?"

 "No! I mean. . . I wanted. . ."

 "What?"

 "I wanted to try it."

 Vegita watched the boy he had come to care for very carefully.

 "But there's only one person I'd do it with and. . ."

 "Hai?"

 "I don't know if he likes me like that."

 Vegita was slowly getting an idea on who this mystery man was, "Why don't you ask him?"

 "Do you think he'd say yes?"

 "I know he would. Who wouldn't?"

 Yameracha got a huge grin on his face, "Ok then I'll just wait until Radditz gets back from his mission and. . ."
 "NANI?!"
 

 The boy broke down laughing, "I'm kidding Vega, it's you. I. . . I want to try it with you."

 Vegita grinned and grabbed the front of Yam-chan's shirt, pulling the boy closer to him, "You know that if we do it, you will be mine only don't you? I wont let any other touch you."

 "The same goes for me." He replied, "Besides, I don't want anyone else to touch me."

 "I say the same."

 The sat together like that, close, so close they could feel each other's heartbeats and just watched the other's eyes from a while. Yameracha broke the silence with a quiet question, "Do you know how?"

 Vegita shook his head, "I never asked."

 "Me neither." The boy frowned, "But I saw my touchans pressing their lips together."

 Vegita pressed his lips to Yameracha's and then pulled away quickly, "Like that?"

 "No. . . they did it longer, and they had their mouths open."

 "Really?" Vegita asked skeptically.

 "Honto. I swear."

 Vegita pulled Yameracha close into his arms and pressed his mouth to the other boy's, open this time. Their breath mingled and Vegita tried to lick his suddenly dry lips, but his tongue caressed Yam-chan's instead. The boy shivered and repaid the favor and this time Vegita shivered at the touch. They pressed their tongues together in an all out battle for dominance and in the end came up equal.  The drew back from each other dazed and startled, "I. . . ah. . . I think we should try that again."

 "H. . . Hai." Vegita nodded and brought his lips down on his friend's again.

 They experimented with kissed until the sun began to set. Yameracha stood and kissed his prince once more, "I hafta go."

 Vegita nodded and kissed him again, "Me too."

 They stood there covering each other's necks and faces with kisses until the moon rose and both snapped out of it. "We really need to go."

 "Hai." Vegita finally let go of the other boy, "Come to the palace tomorrow."

 "I. . ."

 "Please."

 "Y. . . you said please!"

 "Will you come?"

 "H. . . hai V-chan."

 Vegita laughed, a real laugh, further startling his friend. He kissed the boy once more and then flew off toward his home.

 Yameracha walked back home in a pleasant daze.

<Part 3>
 

When Vegita reached the city he went strait to the only one he knew who might help him. "Raditz."

 "Hm? Vegita? What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?!"

 "I have a question." Vegita said and sat down on the older boy's bed.

 "You have a question for me."

 "Hai. . . how does a man take his mate?"

 This startled the other Saiyan, "Have you found someone?"

 "I. . . I think so. But I don't know how to. . ."

 "Make love to him."

 "Hai."

 "You are still a child Vegita."

 "But most Saiyans choose their mate around my age."

 "You are not most Saiyans."

 "I think we have already formed our bond."

 "How do you know?"

 "It hurts to be away from him and When I'm near him I feel whole. Happy. I feel like smiling but I am not the type to smile. He makes me do crazy things but I like it. Do you know what I mean?"

 "I have never felt it, but I understand what you are describing. It is a deep bond. Why did you come to me and not your touchan?"

 "It's Yameracha."

 "The pacifist?!"

 "Shhh! Yes. Father would never allow us to be bonded. He would send him away. Swear you wont tell him! Swear it!"

 "Calm down. I swear ok?"

 "So are you going to help me or not?"

 "How do you know I've done it?"

 "You haven't bonded but you've mated, you're old enough to know what to do at least."

 "And you really want this don't you."

 "Hai."

 "Ok, first the basics every Saiyan has two sexual outlets. One to enter and one to penetrate. You see. . ."
 

 Yameracha flew into Vegita's window the next morning. The Saiyan prince was still in bed. He never slept in! "Vega? Are you ok? Vega?"

 "Hmm." The prince yawned, "I was up late last night."

 "Oh?"

 "I learned how."

 "How to. . ." Yameracha's eyes went wide at Vegita's grin.

 "Hai."  Vegita whispered how into Yameracha's ear and the other boy blushed bright red,

 "Are you serious?!"

 Vegita nodded and grinned, "You still want to try?"

 The boy nodded slowly and sat down beside Vegita on his bed, "But first. . ."

 "Hai?"

 "Kiss me again?"

 The prince was happy to oblige. And soon after his chamber windows were conspicuously foggy and anyone walking by could hear odd moaning and creaking sounds that they swore had nothing to do with sparing.

 Rumors flew all over the palace and finally reached the ears of the king. To say he was displeased with his oldest son would have been an understatement. As soon as he heard the rumors he started for his son's chambers.
 

 Vegita lay on his bed, Yameracha held close in his arms. Both boys were still nude and covered in sweat and the liquids of their union.

 "Vegita."

 "Hm?" he trailed little kisses over his lover's neck and chest.

  "Nothing, I just wanted to say your name."

 The prince suddenly stiffened and glanced at his lover, "You called me. . ."

 "Vegita." He nodded, "I've known for a while now."

 "Why didn't you tell me?!" Vegita groaned, "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for. . ."

 "I know."

 Vegita grinned and growled as he nipped his lover's shoulder and neck, "That's what I love about you?"

 "Hm?"

 "You keep me up." The prince breathed.

 Yameracha grinned and slipped his hand down over Vegita's chest , abs, and down to a more private region, "In more ways than one."

 The prince growled and was about to pull his new lover into another kiss when someone began pounding on his chamber door. "VEGITA!!!"

 "Father!" He jumped up and stared at Yameracha.
 

 The two threw on their clothes and tried to run but the king smashed the door in and grabbed Yameracha by his tail. The boy howled in pain as it was ripped from him.

 "Yam-chan!" Vegita snatched the boy up and jumped from the window, flying them to the safety of the forest.

 "I will find you Vegita!" The kind bellowed, "And when I do you are going to leave Vegita-sei with Freezer for a long time! You hear me?!"

 The young prince landed at Yameracha's home and his father ran out to his son. "What happened?!"

 "My father." Vegita said in a hushed tone. "How dare he hurt him?!"

 "He's going to be fine thanks to you. You got him here quick enough. He'll need care though."

 "I won't leave his side until he's well again."

 "‘gita. . ." He moaned and reached his hand up.

 Vegita grabbed onto it and both held on like a life line. "I'm here."

 "‘m glad."

 "Me too."

<Part 4>
 

 Once Yameracha was able to stand again, he began trying to help with his chores, of course Vegita was insistant that he rest and the two started many a battle over the subject. All of which ended with the two making up with a little more than a kiss.

    Soon,  things started to go on as they always did. Vegita helped Yameracha with the chores and then they left to play, only this time their play was a little less innocent than it had been before.

 "Vegita! You done with those dishes?"

 "Hai."

 "Come on, I wanna show you something."

 Vegita smiled and raced out into the trees with Yam-chan. The two boys slipped through
the clearing and to the base of a giant camfur tree. "What? The tree?"

 He shook his head, "Up in the tree, come on."

 Vegita followed the boy up the trunk and found himself in a roughly built tree house,
"You made this?"

 "For us." He nodded.

 "Why?"

 "I wanna choose a mate, papa always said you need to have a house before you chose a
mate. So I built one."

 The thought of Yameracha choosing a mate didn't appeal at all with the Saiyan prince, but if it made Yameracha happy, he wouldn't argue. "What Saiyan do you choose?"

 "I. . . ah. . . I was hoping. . ." He blushed and looked at his feet, licking his lips slowly.

 Vegita was oddly affected by that, he followed the tiny pink tongue with his gaze as it slipped over the other boy's lips. "Hai." Why was he so breathless?

 "You." His friend whispered.

 He couldn't trust his ears. The prince took the boy be the shoulders and forced him to meet his enquiring gaze. "Nanda?"

 "I want you to be my bonded."

 "You want me." A soft warmth filled him but he needed to know, "Why?"

 Yameracha smiled and hugged him, "Because I love you silly. Why else would I asked you to be my mate?"

 "Power."

 "This isn't the capital, power doesn't matter. Only hearts. And my heart is yours."

 "Yam-cha. . ."

 The boy drew back and waited paciently and the young prince found himself drowning in Yameracha's wide and sparkling eyes.

 Vegita had never given anything he valued up, and his heart he valued very much, but
looking into those shining depths, he realized that he valued the boy before him even more. He
slid his royal birth ring from his finger. The ring had been passed down to the first born son of
the royal family for eons. The signant of Vegita-sei. He slid it onto Yameracha's finger and kissed his palm softly. "With this ring I pledge my heart, now, forever, you are always mine. And I am always yours."

 The other boy was in tears when he handed Vegita his token. The ring was rough, carved
by his own hands and all the boy had, "I. . . it's not much. . ."

 The prince shook his head, "I love it, it's beautiful because you gave it to me."

 "With this ring I give my heart, now and forever, you are always mine, and I. . . I will be
always yours."

 The two of the kissed each other gently in the light of Vegita-sei's setting sun.

 They held one another all night and in the morning slid from their new ‘home' to tell
Yameracha's father. When they reached the house, it was full of palace guards. The boy's father
was tied to a chair, broken and bleeding.

 "Otousan!"

 Vegita tried to stop him, "Koibito!"

 "Your highness! This is where you have been!"

 "Let him go!" Vegita comanded.

 "We can't. . ."

 "I said let him go!"

 "H. . . hai sir."

 Vegita made the troops wait in the clearing as he led Yameracha and his father into the
woods, "I don't really have that much power, as soon as we get back to the palace they will realize and come back, You have to run."

 "I have a small ship." Yameracha's father said, "But it will only fit one. I'll send my son."

 Vegita nodded and turned to his new bonded, "Yam-chan I. . ."

 "I love you Vegita-sama." He sobbed and threw his arms around the prince, "Come with
me! Two kids should fit!"

 "I have to lead them away so they wont follow you." He hugged the boy back and cried a
single tear, "I love you too. I'll come after you, I promise. When I'm worthy of you and strong
enough to protect you I will come for you. Bonding is forever. Everything will be ok."

 He nodded and sniffled sitting back into the tiny ship.

 Vegita kissed his koibito once more before closing the hatch. When he ordered the troups
to follow him back, his voice was rough. Once back he was immediately ushered to Freezer's ship, and from the ship he watched all of his dreams explode before his eyes.

 "NOOOOO!!!!!!"

<Part 5>
 

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!" Vegita's eyes were wide as he watched his planet, his family, and his love go up in flames and ki. "Yameracha!!!!!!!"

 "What was that?" Freezer chuckled as he reboarded.

 Vegita didn't turn but his shoulders stiffened in defiance.

 "Yameracha. . . I know that name." The alien grinned, "The young son of Vegita-Sei's
most powerful warrior turned pacifist. He would have been a valuable addition to my team. No
one knows where they went. You do though, don't you."

 ". . ."

 "Yes." Freeza smiled and ran his hand through Vegita's hair, "You know exactly where
they were. That's where you were hiding."

 The Saiyan prince refused to answer.

 "What was he to you? Your best freind? Your brother?" The grin got darker, "Your
lover?"

 Vegita stiffened more and Freezer's laughter filled the ship.

 "Oh I think I've hit a nerve! So. . . how was he? Was he a hot? Kids today, they grow up
so fast eh? Did he stick it in you good? Did he ram it in you hard? Did he make you squeal? Hm?
Make you sweat? Scale of one to ten."

 "Fuck you."

 Freezer rammed the boy up against the window of the ship until blood spilled down onto
the pane. "Oh no. Vegita. Fuck you. And Vegita, I will not be as gentle as your little pacifist
lover. That is what you will get if you give me your royal attitude. Do. You. Under. Stand."

 "Hai." Vegita growled and shoved himself from Freezers grip.
 
 

 A week passed and Vegita's heart started to harden. Freezer's ship was cold and made
even colder to the young prince by the pain in his soul. His father was dead, his planet destroyed,
he didn't even know if Yam-chan was alive. Only a handful of Saiyans survived

 "Vegita."

 He turned to lock cold eyes on Zarbon, Freezer's top stooge.

 "Freezer wants to see you again." The monster chuckled, "You were a naughty little boy."

 "Hn."

 "Go on, he's waiting in his chambers."

 "Let him wait."

 The prince found himself backed painfully into the metal wall, "You listen her you little
shit, Freezer has taken all of us from nothing and made us the most feared army in the universe.
You should be honored that he let a little ape like you into our ranks!"

 He glared at the large man and licked the blood from his lips, "One day I'll send you all
to Hell."

 "Watch your step little monkey." He threw the boy into the opposite wall and opened
the chamber door, "Freezers waiting."

 "Soon." Vegita breathed harshly and coughed up some blood as he struggled to his feet.
"You'll all be dead soon. For what you did to my people, my Yameracha, my father, I'll see you
in Hell."
 
 

 "VEGITA!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Yameracha cried out as Vegita Sei exploded.

 His pod was thrown by the explosion it hurled through space and crash landed on a tiny
blue planet. When he opened the pod door he was greeted by a world very much like the
wilderness of his own planet. He buried his useless pod and began to walk. Hopefully he would
find someone who could tell him where he was.

 His eyes misted over as he closed his fist over his lover's ring. "Vegita. Why didn't you come with me?"

 "Hey kid."

 The tear filled eyes shot up to see a strange old man. "Hn?"

 "You speak English?"

 "Hai."

 "Where's your parents?"

 "Dead."

 "You got anywhere ta go?"

 "No."

 "Wellllll, I could use another thief in my little gang if you think you're up to it."

 Yameracha nodded.

 "What's your name kid?"

 "My name?"

 "Yeah."

 //Vegita called me Yam-chan. . . I guess I need a new name on this new planet but I don't
want to change it too much from what he knew.//

 "Kid?"

 "Yamcha." He answered huskily, "My name is Yamcha."

 "Welcome to the group Yamcha."

 "Arigato."

 "Yeah whatever, come on."

 He followed the man into a small house with half a dozen boys and men.

 "We have a new member boys, say hello to Yamcha."

 "Yo."

 "Hi."

 "Wazzup."

 Yamcha nodded and sat on the cot the man indicated.

 A man leaned over to look at the ring, "That's a pretty bauble boy." He tried to touch it
and Yamcha snatched his hand away. "What? You don' wanna share?"

 "I. . . it's all I have left. Please leave it alone."

 "Lay off Peir, he lost his whole family."

 "You didn' run away?"

 "I would have never run away from Vegita."

 "Who is that? Your girlfriend?"

 "Was, and something like that."

 "Well get some rest kid, it always looks better in the morning."

 Yamcha lay down but he doubted the world would ever look better again. "Vegita."
 
 

 Vegita lay bleeding on the floor of Freezer's chambers. Once again he had mouthed off
and once again he had been punished. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore
except getting stronger. He would be the greatest warrior in the universe. He would never let
himself feel anything but hate and anger, if he did, he might feel the pain of Yameracha's death again, he might feel the pain of Freezers rapes, and he couldn't stand that.

 "So, Vegita, have you learn your lesson?"

 "Hai Freezer."

 "What?!"

 "Hai, Freezer. . . sama." He spit the last part out, it tasted sour on his lips.

 "Good. You're excused."

 He nodded and turned to go.

 "Oh and Vegita."

 "Hai?"

 "You are not a prince anymore. You are simply, Vegita. It is time you acted like it."

 He didn't dare respond because he knew he would get in more trouble and his ass was
raw from the bastards last lesson. The Saiyan prince walked out of the room followed by the
crewel laughter of his captor.
 
 

 Yamcha woke from a nightmare screaming. The man who had found him threw his boot
at the boy, "I'm tired here ok? Shut up!"

 He choked down his sobs and ran outside to curl up alone under a palm, "Vegita." He
sobbed as his heart broke into a thousand pieces, "Vegita. Vegita. Vegita."
 
 

 Vegita stared out the window of the spacecraft, "Yameracha. Yam-chan."

 "You still mourning that pacifist?" One of Freezer's men chuckled, "Man he must'ave
been some lay!"

 Vegita's power ball slammed into the man's stomach and blew up inside of him. Pieces
flew all over the dinning hall.

 Zarbon groaned, "Damn it Vegita that was one of my best men! Freezers gonna have your
ass for this!" The other men started to laugh and murmur among themselves, "Hn. What are they
giggling about?"

 Vegita studied his eyes for a hint of sarcasm and found none. "You really don't know."

 "Know what?"

 "How he punishes me."

 "What?"

 "Tell me," Vegita growled, "How do you punish someone who gets stronger every time
he is beaten?"

 The soldier's eyes widened, "Oh God."

 "There is no God here." Vegita growled, "Freezer's sent him to Hell, but he isn't going to
get me."

 "He gets whatever he wants."

 "Not this time." Vegita's eyes were sure, "Not this time."

<Part 6>
 

Life with the thieves was hard, so Yamcha became hard to survive. There was almost nothing left of the innocent child who had landed on Earth years ago. He was now a young man and one of the leaders of the gang. No one would challenge him for even as a child he seemed more than human.

 With his authority unchallenged, Yamcha lived well, but still he was unhappy. Every night he dreamed of Vegita and Every morning he woke up alone. The older he got the hotter the dreams got.

 His men chuckled at the fact that he never dated but was constantly waking up wet, all but Pier, he remembered what the boy had said when he first became one of them, he was still mourning for his Vegita. //Whoever she was, Vegita must have been some kind of special person.//

 "Hey! Yamcha's back!" One of the men called. Pier went to greet the boy who now
commanded them. Mourning or not he'd get the kid to loosen up. Someday.
 
 

 "So, Vegita, you took that last planet in only two days."

 "Hai Freezer-sama." Vegita nodded.

 "You should have done it in one!"

 "Gomen."

 "No you aren't sorry. You do this just to annoy me! Or didn't you realize that I know you
do this to allow time for the natives to escape? You can not have a heart if you work for me! Stop
this foolish quest to stay the way you were. You've changed already Vegita. You have hate in
your soul and it eats at you."

 "I did my best Freezer-sama. I didn't mean to give them time, it was a large planet."

 "A large planet. A large planet?!"

 "I apologize sir."

 "Get out of my site!"

 "Hai." Vegita left Freezer's bridge and almost walk right into Zarbon.

 "You are still looking for him aren't you?"

 "Nanda?"

 "Thats why you take your time. You aren't giving the inhabitants time to run. You are
searching every planet he sends you to for your little lover."

 "I. . ."

 "He's dead Vegita."

 "I don't believe that."

 "Well you should. No one survived that crash. You and the few other apes Freeza kept are
all that remains of you beloved people."

 "Fuck off Zarbon."

 "Oh I don't hold Freezer's preferances, so I think I will pass on that."

 "I will kill you one day."

 "Just keep believing that monkey. Maybe one day you'll be -my- slave."

 Vegita went to his chambers and locked the door, it gave a measure of comfort small
though it was. He knew if Freezer wished he could break through the thin barrier easily, but at
least behind the closed door his fate seemed more distant. His life seemed to belong to him. And
nothing Freezer could do would steal Yameracha's memory from his mind and heart and soul.
Vague as it was after so many years, Vegita pulled up the metal picture of his lover's face. //He
isn't dead, and one day we will be together again. I swear we will.//

 "Vegita-sama?" Raditz knocked softly.

 "What do you want?"

 He entered slowly and went to the young prince's side, "Are you alright?"

 "I'll live." Vegita said in a low growl that was swiftly becoming his customary voice.

 "That isn't what I asked."

 "Well it is what I answered."

 "He lives Vegita-sama. You would have felt him go if he died. You'll find him one day."

 "Hn."

 "You trusted me enough to ask me about how to take your lover, trust me now. You can talk to me your highness. I will not tell another soul."

 "Hai. I will keep that in mind."

 "Nappa and I will be in our quarters if you need us."

 He nodded and turned to gaze out the window.

 "Goodnight your highness."

 As the door closed once again Vegita took a heavy breath and fought back his tears. "I will not cry. No more. Not until the day I find you." He swore as he fell to sleep. "No more."
 

 Yamcha stripped off his shirt and placed his head under the cool water coming from the pump.

 "What happened last heist?" Pier asked.

 "Hm? What do you mean what happened?"

 "You seem different. Like a burden has been lifted. What happened to you?"

 "I almost got caught and fell out of a tenth story window onto my head. As you might have guessed it was not a success." He answered dryly.

 "How did you survive that?!" Pier asked, still pumping water for his boss.

 "I don't know. I should. . . I think I should. . . but I can't remember."

 "Can't remember? You think you lost some of your memories when you hit your head?"

 He shrugged, "Probably." The opened his mouth to drink some of the water offered him. "It makes sense, but I remembered where base was and I know who I am."
 

 "Do you remember a girl named Vegita?"

 "Vegita? Hm. . . no. No I can't. Should I? Did I forget someone important?"

 "No. No one important." He was quick to assure. //Maybe this is just what he needs to get on with his life.//

 "Mm." He smiled, "Feels good, I was so hot!"

 "No prob boss. Eh?" Pier stopped, "You ah. . . you hurt your back?"

 "No, why?"

 "Right at the small of your back there's a dark spot, thought it was a bruise."

 "Hm, maybe a birthmark? I don't look at my back very much."

 "Yeah, yeah that's probably it."

 From that heist on, Yamcha was a great leader and a terrific thief. He put his whole heart into his work but still something was wrong. He felt incomplete as he fingered the mysterious ring on his left ring finger. "What did I forget?!"
 

 Vegita lay on his cot, Yameracha's ring pressed to his lips. "I will find you. I know I will. My bonded. My Yam-chan."
 

<Part 7>
 

Months became Years and Vegita learned to accept what Freezer did to him. He grew cold and hard and the only tiny bit of light left in his dark soul was the hope that his lover was still out there somewhere. As he gained status on the ship the rest of them came to fear him. His evil deeds were unsurpassed among them. Freezer was very proud of his creation. That made Vegita sick to his stomach.

 Freezer's ship was nearing another galaxy. One planet there was highly priced. Earth. As always when he found a new planet that would be destroyed, Vegita sent Raditz ahead to look for Yameracha. This time though, he didn't return. His last transmission had Vegita's hopes soaring though. It was broken and static but two words stuck in the prince's heart. ‘Found him.'

 When his summons came Vegita went to Freezer, Napa by his side. "Yes?"

 "Earth. I want it. Go."

 "Hai." They nodded and boarded their pods. The whole journey seemed to take forever. All Vegita could think about was Yameracha and how close he was to seeing his lover again.

 "Vegita." Nappa's voice came over the com unit, "Distroying that last planet hardly put us off schedual at all. We land in a few hours."

 "Good."

 "Don't be too confident sire. Yameracha is dead."

 "We'll see." Vegita frowned.

 He saw, he wished that he hadn't. He saw Nappa kill the man called Yamcha and felt a sharp pang of lose when he died. //Yameracha? Yamcha? Could it be?! NO!//

 He killed Nappa for that, never once letting his practiced mask slip. Then he had fought with all he had hoping this Goku would kill him and let him join his lover, but the weakling took pity on him and let him live, and Vegita was healed and punished for letting Earth be defended. //Stupid creature. Less than Saiyan! Why wouldn't you let me die! Without him I'm as good as dead anyway!//

 In the rejuvenation chamber, his nightmares revolved around one thought. Killing him a little with each moment.  //He didn't remember me!// The saiyan prince almost wept.
 

 "Heard you got beaten by a local." One of the warriors mocked when he got out.

 He was dead before his body hit the ground.

 The others watched Vegita closely after that. Something was different. He was stronger and more brutal than before. Full of a need for vengance. Full of hate. Freezer heard this report and laughed and laughed.
 
 

 Yamcha stood outside the yard of King Kai's home, away from the others for the time being. They were still trying to make to old fool laugh. He had never had trouble making people laugh. He loved the sound, the joy laughter projected. It reminded him of someone. Someplace.

 //I can't remember. It's right there at the back of my mind but it won't come forward.//

 Obnoxiously loud laughter told him Dumpling had succeed. Two down Two more to go. //Good luck getting Piccolo to do anything funny.// The only time he ever lightened up in the slightest was when Gohan was around and even then it wasn't a huge change. //Like that other warrior. Vegita. But for some reason I don't think he was always so cold. He's lost something very important to him. His planet and people yes but something closer. Maybe a loved one.// A tear slipped over his cheek and he wiped at it confused. //Why am I crying?//

 "Yamcha?"

 He quickly swiped the last traces of the tear away, "Can't make him laugh?"

 Tien shook his head.

 "Try this." A few whispers and another loud bought of laughter later signaled Another victory. //Three Down, one to go.//

 "Go to Hell."

 Yamcha sighed, //I knew it. You aren't going to get Piccolo to do anything he doesn't want to. So like Vegita. But Vegita is so much more. I know he is. I know.//

 "First lesson."

 //Shit.//
 
 

 Vegita landed on Namek and looked around, //If I can gather all of the Dragon Balls I will get three wishes. I can wish for the power to defeat Freezer, Wish for Yameracha to live again, and still have one wish left. Hold on Yam-chan. I'll bring you home.//

 The prince of the Saiyan should have realized that nothing is so easy. When Dende called up the dragon, he saw his hopes fade and vanish. Yameracha wouldn't be wished back this time. They believed his front. They thought he was a power hungry murderer who would kill them all if he could. He would have to face Freezer alone.
 
 

 //They won.// Yamcha breathed a sigh of relief. Vegita was safe. //Where did that come from?! My best friend besides Puar is dead and I'm relieved that the bad guy lived?!//

 "Yamcha?"

 He looked down at Dumpling's worried face, "Hm?"

 "You're hurting."

 "I'm fine."

 "You're hurting inside."

 He frowned and sat in the grass facing the little doll like creature, "I appreciate your concern but. . ."

 "Your heart knows him."

 "What?"

 "Vegita. Your heart knows him. You know him."

 "I never met him before the first battle." Yamcha insisted.

 "Maybe you forgot."

 "I think I'd remember someone like that!"

 "Why?"

 //Because he's the most drop dead beautiful thing I've ever seen!// "Because he destroys every planet he visits." Yamcha smiled patiently, "I think I'd remember that."

 Dumpling frowned. "I guess I was wrong."

 The scared thief nodded and lay back on the grass.

***
 "Look! That one looks Like a Turtle." He pointed at the clouds.

 The boy beside him nodded, "That one looks like a power ray."

 "There's a fish."

 "There's an atomic mushroom cloud."

 He sat up and gave his companion an exasperated look, "Don't you ever think about
anything but destruction and death?"

 Soft lips pressed against his and stole his breath away. The other boy smiled when he
opened his eyes, "Look! That one looked like a kiss." He grinned.

 "Where?" He teased breathlessly.

 Again their mouths met, longer this time. They fit so well together. "Right there."

 Young Yamcha smiled, "I like that one."

 "Oh do you."

 He nodded and leaned back against his companion, accepting another kiss and a soft
caress. "Will we be together forever?"

 "Hai. Forever and ever. If we are ever separated I'll find you. Nothing will keep me
away."

 "Promise."

 "I promise. I swear on my father's crown."

 "I love you."

 "I love you too Yam-chan."

***

 Yamcha sat up with wide eyes. He had fallen asleep! //That dream. . . Yam-chan, Yamchan, Yamcha. . . could it be? But that wasn't Earth. And that other boy, he looked like. . .// "VEGITA!!!"

 Dumpling jumped from his slumber and squeaked, "What! What is it!"

 The man blushed and calmed his friend, "Nightmare."

 "Oh."

 "I'm going to go for a walk."

 "Ok."

 King Kai caught up to the thief once he was out of ear shot of the others, "Yamcha I wanted to speak to you."

 "Ok. About what?"

 "I've watched your progress, you're controlling it. You have yet to show me your true strength. Why?"

 Yamcha lowered his eyes, "I never fight powered up."

 The old man eyed him carefully, "You don't power of for your special moves?"

 "When I was back with the thieves, I powered up to fight when we got caught in a heist. I seriously injured a lot of people, I even killed some. A whole city was leveled and I hadn't even gone to a tenth of my power. That was when I was a child. I don't power up anymore. Your training has helped me though, I can go further without my power."

 "But you fly."

 "I don't need my power to fly."

 "I don't think you are human my boy."

 "I can't remember where I came from. I was hit in the head on a job with the thieves and lost the first ten or eleven years of my memory. They guess I was around that age when I came, no one saw how I got here."

 "Have you told anyone about this?"

 "NO! Don't tell anyone! I've gone out of my way to seem weaker ok? I've seen what Goku's strength gets him. Nothing but trouble. For all my talk I don't like to hurt people."

 "You enjoy fighting though."

 "Of course! It feels good to move, to focus my chi, but I never -really- do any damage if I can help it."

 "You are a contradiction my boy a walking contradiction."

 He just looked at the king. "So?"

 King Kai shook his head, "Do you have any marks or scars on your body that you can't remember getting?"

 "Just one." Yamcha pulled his shirt up and inched his pants down to uncover the small of his back and the light brown disk that colored it.

 "This looks like a scar from where a tail has been removed."

****

 "It's my father! Come on!"

 Pain shot through his as the king grabbed his tail and ripped it from him. He stumbled into his lover's arms and the other boy flew them to safety.

 "Yameracha? Come on, we'll get your father. We can live in the forest where my father can't find us. I'm never going back with Freezer, I want to stay with you."

 "Forever?"

 "And ever."

 "Mmm."

****

 "Yamcha? Earth to Yamcha. WAKE UP!!!!"

 He jumped and turned wide eyes to King Kai, "It was a tail!"

 "You remember?"

 "Not all but I had a dream earlier and now I saw I little. My lover and I were caught together by his father and he ripped off my tail before we could get away." He shivered at the memory and rubbed the scar absently.

 "Did you remember anything else?"

 "He called me. . . Yameracha. . . And his father was sending him to fight for Freezer."

 "If that is where he was I fear your lover is dead."

 "No. He isn't."

 "That name you were called by, what was it?"

 "Yameracha. Yam-chan was what he called me usually."

 "Yam-chan, Yamcha, any significance?"

 "I don't know!"

 "Well calm down. I need to see you power level."

 "I can't."

 "Just once, raise it until I tell you to stop and then tell me how far it was raised, ok?"

 He nodded slowly, "This isn't a good idea." He placed his fists together and closed his eyes. A burst of pure white light shot up around him, his hair was tossed around standing straight up and his scars spilt forth black flames. When he opened his eyes they were pure white even his hair was bleached of it's color. The little planet they were on began to tremble and the earth began to crack.

 King Kai snapped out of his awe, "STOP!"

 Instantly the power was gone and Yamcha stood before him, not even out of breath.

 "Your Energy reading was well over 1 million! How far did you power up?!"

 "I was just starting. That was around .01 Percent of my power."

 "Kami-sama!"

 "That's why I don't power up."

 "What manner of creature. . . Yameracha Yameracha. . . **Enma**"

 **Hai?**

 **Do you know what race the name Yameracha comes from?**
 

 A long pause answered before he replied, **Say that again.**

 **Yameracha.**

 **Saiyan. Yameracha was the son of the only Saiyan pacifist. He got into some trouble envolving the king's oldest son Vegita and disappeared when Vegita was taken back to Freezer's ship. Why the sudden interest?**

 **No reason.** King Kai turned to Yamcha who's eyes were wide and disbelieving.  "You are Saiyan."

 "And Vegita. . ."

 "He was your lover."

 Yamcha feinted.
 

<Part 8>
 

//Alive. Yam-chan is alive.// That was the only thing Vegita could think as the very wet warrior stepped into sight.

 Puar hurried to embrace him, crying out how happy he was to see his friend. Vegita wished that he
could do so as well, but time had changed him. He could not partake in such a display. When
Yamcha embraced Bulma, Vegita became livid! //Could he truly have loved me so little?//
 
 

 Yamcha hugged Bulma but his eyes were constantly drawn to Vegita. //He was my lover. Does he
remember? Does he want to?// The boy forced his eyes away from the warrior. //Damn.//

  Yamcha? Are you ok?  Puar asked.

  I m fine.

  You look tired, being dead must be exhausting, come on, take a nap, you ll feel better.

 Yamcha nodded and began walking to his room. He passed Vegita on the way inside.

 The saiyan glanced at him quickly and whispered,  Yameracha. It is good to see you.

 The boy stopped, shock running through him, and turned to the Saiyan,  Come inside.

 He nodded and followed Yamcha into the building. Once they were in Yamcha s borrowed room,
the Saiyan prince turned to the warrior,  I promised that I would find you.

  Vegita. . . I lost my memory.  Yamcha said softly,  I don t remember.

  Anything?

 He paused,  I get flashes of something, but they re always gone so fast I can t catch them.

 Vegita s eyes looked pleading, lost. But he turned away with a nod.  I understand.

  No you don t! I. . .

  We can start fresh then.

 Yamcha couldn t find a reply.

  Yamera. . . , Yamcha, I am Vegita. Prince of the Saiyans.

  Ohayo Vegita.  He smiled and took the prince s hand,  I am Yamcha.

  You are beautiful.

 He blushed softly,  So are you.

 Within that moment they were the only people on Earth. Their lips met and a shock danced through
their bodies. When need for air finally drove them apart again Yamcha grinned.

  What?  Vegita asked.

  So much for starting over.

  I never said we d take it slow.  The prince grinned and Yamcha answered the grin with one of his
own.  What are you grinning about?

 Yamcha hugged his lover tightly,  I feel like I ve come home.

 Vegita hugged him back, running kisses over his slender neck,  You have.
 
 

  Where is Vegita?  Krilyn asked the others.

  I haven t seen him since this morning.  Bulma sighed,  Yamcha either. But he has an excuse. After
dying and being re-animated, anyone would need to rest.
 
 

 Yamcha cuddled up next to his lover and tucked his head under Vegita s chin,  I. . . I wish I could
remember.

 Vegita smiled and held him close,  It will come in time.

  But. . .

  Be patient.

 Yamcha chuckled,  This coming from you?

  I never said -I- was, I just told you to be.  The prince chuckled with his love.

 Yamcha held his breath listening to the beautiful sound. Vegita s laughter, his real laughter, echoed
like rain drops on a mountain stream, bubbling up through his every pore and vein, filling him so
completely he wanted to weep with the beauty of it.

  Yam-chan? What is it?

  I just realized why I like to make people laugh.

  Hm?

  You.

  Me?

  I love the sound of your laughter, I like making people laugh because deep inside I guess I kept
hoping wherever you were you were laughing too.

 The prince pulled slightly back and looked into his Koi s face,  Yamcha, I haven t truly laughedsince
you and I parted.  He admitted,  I thought you had died with Vegita-Sei. I was helpless to save you,
or our fathers. I wasn t strong enough.

  Vegita. . .

  I will be though. I promise, I ll be the strongest Saiyan there is next to you. And I ll protect you.
You ll never be hurt again.

  You really love me don t you.

  More than life itself.

  I. . . Vegita, I think I love you too.

  I know you do.  He smiled and opened his lips for his lover s kiss.
 
 

 Dende walked quietly through the halls of the Brief s home. When he came to Yamcha s room he
heard a deep moan. //Yamcha s in trouble!//

 The little Namik rushed inside and froze. Yamcha was on top of Vegita, stretched out over him,
pressing his mouth to the Saiyan's as if tomorrow might never come. They were grinding their hips
against one another and making funny little mewing sounds every time they met, when the parted the
boy could easily see the tents formed in the fronts of their pants. Both were covered in sweat and
moaning with every move they made. If Namik s could blush Dende would have. //Oh my Gosh they
re. . .// He race out and closed the door. //Vegita and Yamcha!? Oh my Gosh! I gotta tell Gohan!
No, wait, I can t tell Gohan he wouldn t believe me, and what if Miss Bulma heard?! Oh my Gosh!//
 
 

 Their passionate noises muted by the kisses, Vegita and Yamcha both arched into one another.
Their seed spilling out over themselves and the bed. They fell back into each other's arms. Exhausted
but happy.

  V. . . Vegita. . .

  Shh.  He held his lover close,  I know.

  Mmm.  Yamcha accepted his prince's kiss, "Vegita, I wish. . . I want to remember so badly!"

 "You will."

 "How do you know?"

 "You're heart still knows me."

 The saiyan smiled and nodded.

 "And you kept my ring."

 Yamcha razed his hand to gaze at the white gold signent, "You gave this to me?"

 Another nod answered him, "It is your bonding ring. To connect you to me." He raised his own hand
and showed his lover the smoothed stone and wood of his ring, "You gave this to me."

 Yamcha turned his eyes down.

 "What's wrong?"

 "You deserve better." He frowned.

 "No!" Vegita grabbed his face and made him turn to look into his eyes, "All I want is here. Do you
understand that?"

 "I don't even like to fight."

 "I'll fight for you."

 "I can't give you children."

 "I'll find a body mother."

 Yamcha swallowed and looked into the smaller man's eyes, "You really still want me?"

 Vegita laughed, "I should be the one asking you that."

 "How could I not want you?!"

 "I fell the same way toward you. Koibito."

 Tears pooled in Yamcha's eyes and he threw himself into his lover, burying his face in his silken hair.

 "I love you my Yamcha."

 "Call me Yam-chan."

 "Yam-chan." Vegita smiled.

 "I love you prince Vegita. Past, Present and Future."
 

~Owari~