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    Yamcha was awakened early in the morning by a knock on the door. He groaned and stretched with a yawn. "Mmm, Puar, could you get that?"

    The shape shifter walked sleepily to the front entrance and opened it slowly, "Hel. . . Eep!"

    Vegita blinked as he was suddenly faced with himself! A complete dopplganger! "What the Hell is going on?!"

    "ah. . ." The poor shifter popped back into his prime form and squeaked, "Y. . . Yamcha. . .?"

    "aww, five more minuets mom?"

    The Saiyan prince quickly bound and gagged the thing that had stolen his face, "Now," He whispered, "You are going to tell me why you were using my shape."

    The blue, cat-like creature cringed but nodded and let Vegita remove the gag.

    "Talk."

    "Don't hurt him Vegita. Please. He can't help it! He loves so unconditionally it breaks his heart, I had to do something to help him. He knows I'm not you but that shape allows him to pretend and I couldn't take that away from him. . ."

    "What are you saying?" He growled.

    "Yamcha didn't mean to fall in love with you. He. . ."

    "WHAT?!"

    "He didn't want to, he was so upset when he realized it but. . ."

    "How long?"

    "Since he saw you fighting Freezer from King Kai's planet. He told me. And he cried so many nights after you and Bulma. . . and when he found out she was pregnant it almost killed him. He came home and tried to kill himself, that's when I started useing your form. He knows I'm not you. . . he just. . . I mean. . ."

   "You will not tell him of this encounter."

    "No sir!"

    "Hn." He walked toward the bedroom.

    "What are you going to do?!"

    "I wont kill him."

    "But. . ."

    Vegita closed the bedroom door and walked up toward the futon in the middle of the back wall. Yamcha lay sprawled across it, cluthing a large pillow to his chest. The ball player was completely nude! //What were they doing?! Using my form!?//

    Just then Yamcha turned to face him and opened his eys slightly, "Who was it?"

    "No one important. Go back to sleep."

    "Why did you shift into clothes? Aren't you sleepy anymore?"

    "No."

    "You hungry?" He spread his legs and smiled as he stretched. So innocently sexy that Vegita couldn't tell if he was trying to seduce him or if he was just being sleepy. "I can fix us some okemi and eggs."

    //Well that answeres that question.// "I'm not hungry."

    The smile fell and Yamcha stood and gathered the smaller man into his arms, "Oh Puar, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you do it again I just. . . Bulma told me she was pregnant again and I couldn't stand it! Don't do this again ok? No matter what condition I'll in when I come home. It isn't fair to you."

    Vegita knew it was wrong but he found himself loath to end the embrace, and some deep impulse told him that  he had to know for sure. "You love him."

    The ball player nodded, "But he's a prince and he already found his princess." He burried his face in Vegita's shoulder, "It hurts though, hurts so bad. You think if I admitted I was a Saiyan too he might give me a chance?"

    He hid his shock well, "No, Bulma isn't Saiyan."

    He sniffled and sat on the bed, still hugging the other man like a life line, "I know. And if I told him, he would find out that me father was a deserter. He would hate me even more than he does now. I couldn't take that Puar."

    "I don't think he hates you."

    "He thinks I'm a weakling. A no account Ningen and if he found out my true power level, he'd just start challenging me like he does Goku. I could never hurt him."

    "Vegita doesn't fight Goku because he's stronger, he fights because Goku beat him when he was just a lesser Saiyan. You didn't."

    "I know. A pacifict Saiyan. Pretty dumb huh."

    "Unique."

    The saiyan smiled saddly and kissed Vegita's forehead, "You always try so hard to make me feel better Puar."

    Vegita tried to consentrate but the warm touch of those lips had shattered his concentration. He wanted to feel more. Turning his head he caught Yamcha's lips and plundered them mercilessly, pressing his whole body closer to the naker skin of the other until he was as close as he could get without being inside him.

    "Mmm, oh!" Yamcha groaned, "Wait, Puar stop! I told you no more."

    He began to loosen his clothes untill skin met skin, "Mmm."

    "I love Vegita, I can't keep using you."

    The prince reluctantly pulled away. The picture Yamcha made, sweaty and erect, chest heaving as he lay back on the bed was more erotic than anything he had ever known. "You are beautiful." He gasped without thinking.

    Yamcha shook his head the straightened up, "Liar. Now, how about those eggs huh? I'm starved!" He popped up with forced cheer and threw open the bedroom doors. Vegita sped through them and untied the shifter then went outside before Yamcha had turned around.

    The knock came again and Yamcha slid on some ragged jeans and answered it, "Hel. . . Vegita!?"

    "Hn."

    "Ah. . . come in! We were just starting breakfast, you like eggs?"

    He nodded and stepped inside, ignoring Puar's warning gaze. When Yamcha went into the kitchen the blue thing turned on Vegita ferally, "Don't play with him Vegita. Don't you dare hurt him!"

    "Hn." Vegita ignored him and walked into the kitchen.

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    Yamcha whipped up enough food to feed a large army! //Vegita is in my house! Vegita is in my house eating breakfast with me! Vegita is. . .//

    "Yamcha."

    "Eep!" //Right behind me!// He blushed guiltily, "You scared me."

    "Aa."

    "Um. . . did you want something?"

    "Show me what to do."

    "Huh?"

    "I'll help you, show me what to do."

    Yamcha felt like he was in the twilight zone or something. "Uh, sure. Here, put this on or you'll get stuff on your clothes."

    Vegita nodded and slipped the apron on, "Tie it for me."

    Yamcha nodded, suddenly short of breath. He tied a deft knot in the back and let his fingers linger over Vegita's spine a moment longer than necisarry.

    "Done?" Vegita's voice was quiet.

    "Yeah." He pulled back reluctantly and smiled a bit, "Sorry. Ah, you can fix the eggs. They're really easy you just beat them, pour them into the skillet and then keep scrapeing them off the pan."

    "Beat them."

    Yamcha reached around either side of Vegita and stirred the eggs like he meant. "See."

    The Saiyan prince shivered at the soft breath by his ear. //This was a bad idea.// "I'm not so hungry after all. I. . .  have to go."

    The ball player lowered his arms and his eyes, "Oh. Yeah. Bulma probably has your food ready back at capsul corp. Say hi to Trunks-kun for me."

    He nodded and flew away from his insecurity quickly.
 

    Yamcha threw out everything, he didn't want to eat anymore. In fact, he didn't want to breath anymore. //It was so perfect, I forgot it wasn't a dream. I moved to quickly and he's gone for good.//

    "Yamcha?"

    "I'm fine Puar."

    "No you aren't."

    "Just, leave me alone ok?"

    "Yamcha. . ."

    "I SAID LEAVE!!!"

    "Yamcha." The shifter sobbed and fly toward capsule corp.
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    "Vegita. Vegita. . . VEGITA!!!!"

    He blinked and looked up, "You want something onna?"

    "I have been calling you for five minuets! What did Yamcha say?"

    "I don't think we should ask him."

    "Why not? Yamcha has always come to the Sakura festival with our family.

    "Drop it Bulma."

    "No! Not this time! I'll ask him myself!"

    Vegita stood and blocked her way, "No. You won't."

    "Why not?"

    A dark shape stood in the door way, "Vegita, I need to talk to you."

   "Yamcha?" Bulma smiled, "Perfect! I was just going to come find you, are you coming to the Sakura festival with us this year?"

    "Of course." He nodded, "But for now, can I steal Vegita for a minuet?" without waiting for a reply he pulled the stunned prince outside.

    "Puar." Vegita guessed when the tall man let go of his collar.

    "You need to talk to Yamcha."

    "Why?"

    "Because I'm afraid he'll do something stupid."

    Vegita just raised one brow.

    "Ok so that's a kittle redundant, but seriously! I think you care about him, at least a little bit and he deserves to know whether you do or not."

    "It is not so simple."

    "Oh yes it is." Puar frowned, "You're scared aren't you."

    "Never."

    "You are."

    "I don't. . ."

    "You are scared of what you feel for him! Vegita he's scared too."

    "I don't think. . ."

    "Then don't think, go to him and make this right."

    "You are a very annoying little cat."

    "I try."

    Vegita tried to outglare the shifter of a while then growled, "Fine, I'm going."

    "Thank you."

    "Hn."

    "Your welcome!" He called happily.

    Vegita just flew away.

    "Good luck you guys."

    Yamcha's small domed house was very quiet when Vegita got there. The Saiyan Prince opened the door without knocking, wari of the unnatural silence. He crept back to teh bedroom and glanced inside to see Yamcha holding a lighter to his arm, burning himself to the bone.
 
    "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
 
    The other Saiyan jumped and let the flame go out, "Vegita?!" //Please let me die! Oh Gods why did he have to see me like this? Why couldn't I just die?!"

    "What were you thinking?"

    "I. . ."
 
    Vegita took the other man's arm and looked at it carefully then licked the wound clean.

    "V. . . V. . . Vegita. . . What are you. . ."

    He tore a strip from his shirt and tied the wound closed, "That was very stupid Yamcha."

    A tear slid down his face, "I know."

    "Then why?"

    "For the pain." He refused to meet the Saiyan's eyes, "I wanted a pain I could control, instead of a constant ache that I can't fix."

    "Are you sick?"

    "With love."

    "Hn, baka ningen emotion."

    "No, Vegita it is a very very good emotion, when it's shared."

    "Hn."

    "You see, I love someone. . . who already has someone. . . and could never love me back."

    "You ask 'em?"

    "N. . . no."

    "Then you don't know."

    "But I know them."

    "Do you."

    Yamcha blinked passed his tears and stared at the Saiyan, "Just go away 'Gita."

    "No." The Saiyan sat down hard on the foot of the bed. "Give your word."
 
    "That what?"

    "You won't hurt yourself again."

    "I won't. now will you leave?"

    "No."

    "Damn you! You fucking royal brat! What do you want from me?! You've taken everything I have already!"

    Vegita waited patiently, "You done?"

    "Fuck you."

    The prince moved closer to the warrior, "yes."

    That made Yamcha jump! He landed right on his butt beside the bed and glarred at the smaller man helplessly, "What?"

        A hungry grin covered his face, "I know about Puar. What you do to my double, right here, in this bed."

    //Oh God! I'm dead! 'mdead'mdead'mdead.//

    A surprisingly soft hand touched his face and his gaze shot up to meet the eyes of the man he loved more than anything in this world or any other.

    "'g. . . 'gita?"

    "So ask him."

    "Don't play with me 'Gita, please. . ."

    "Ask."

    Yamcha almost sobbed with his helplessness. "D. . . do you like me?"

    "No."

    The small hope in his eyes vanished and he slumped against the wall and hid his face in the crook of his folded arms, "Then leave me alone."

    Again a touch surprised him and he scooted back, out of the way, "Why are you so touchy feely today?! You never want to touch then all of a sudden you won't stop!"

    "Hn."

    "Yeah, Hn, I forgot. Your universal word. What does it mean this time? Baka? Do'aho? Teme? What?"

    "I love you."

    Silence fell over both of them and Yamcha slowly raised his eyes to stare at the prince who now knelt before him. "Don't use those words loosely."

    "I use no words loosely."

    Yamcha just sat there, caught in a twilight zone of his own making.

    Finally Vegita bent over and kissed him full on the lips. Yamcha gasped and his mouth was imidiately filled with the Saiyan's tongue. He groaned and moved closer, never wanting this feeling to stop.  When they did pull away, Yamcha had tears in his eyes.

    "I . . . why now? Why did you come to me now?"

    "An annoying blue cat."

    "Puar?"

    Vegita grunted and picked Yamcha up from the floor, depositing him on the bed. "Told me to love you or let you go."

    Yamcha blanched and Vegita arched a brow in question.

    "I found myself  unwilling to let you go." He told the surprised man.

    "I'm sorry he did that, I'll tell him to leave you alone, I. . ."

    "I'm glad."

    "Huh?"
 
    "If he hadn't said that I would have never found the courage to claim you."

    "Y. . . you were afraid? Of me?"

    "Of myself. I'm diffrent around you."

    "I'm. . ."

    "If you say you're sorry I will hang you from the rafters."

    Yamcha shut up.

    "I like who I am around you. Don't think I'll let you go any time soon."

    "Never let me go." Yamcha begged and threw his arms around the solid man before him.

    Vegita lay his head in the crook of the other Saiyan's neck and closed his eyes, "Will you come to the Sakura festival with me?"

    "I always go with the Briefs."

    "They'll be around too."

    "I thought you'd never ask me."

    The bedroom door opened and the two cuddling Saiyans looked up to see Puar, "I. . . oh. . . I guess you made up then. . ."

    "Puar. . ."

    "Yes Yamcha?"

    "Thank you."

    "You're welcome."

    "Puar."

    "Yes Vegita?"

    "GET OUT!"

    "Eep!"

 
~Owari~