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Dark eyes fixed on his mouth. "I'll give you credit, Yamcha...you say what
you want."

Yamcha lowered his eyes as well. "And what do you want, Kakarot?"

The saiyan smiled slowly at his true name. "Careful, Yamcha. I might get
ideas" he growled softly.

Their noses nearly touched now. "I hope you do."

Lips pressed gently together. "I love the sound of your name" Yamcha
whispered.

Goku nuzzled a musky neck. "Vegeta's the only one who uses it."

Yamcha moved in for another soft kiss. "It's exotic...masaka!"

Goku closed his eyes briefly as Yamcha nibbled his lower lip. "This shouldn't
be happening" he murmured.

****

A few feet away they had an audience. Steve and his friend Lucas were at an
opposite booth, grinning their ears off.

Lucas peeped over a plant. "Man, they're really going at it."

Steve snickered. "C'mon, man, don't be looking like that."

The dark haired man waved his hand in a gesture. "Hot stuff. Looks like
they'll make up tonight, that's for sure."

Steve sneaked a quick peek as well. "My talk must have helped."

"What do you mean?"

"That guy there" Steve pointed. "That's Yamcha's main squeeze. I ran into him
in the bathroom. I think they must've broken up temporarily or something."

"You mean the hottie with the wild hair? Damn, I wanted to get his number!"

"Tough luck, dude. He was looking to hook back up with his main man."

Lucas arched his head again. "So that must be the guy he keeps bending
everyone's ear about. No wonder..."

****

Vegeta entered the club and overheard their conversation. He had buisness of
his own to conduct and no time for nonsense. Stares and grins followed his
wake. He wore his famous pink 'badman' shirt and white dress slacks.

The ouji snarled as he pressed through the crowd. _I have no idea why Kakarot
is in this establishment, but we will have words._

A heavyset man watched him move. He was balding, in a black suit.

"Hey, 'Badman'. Wanna play?" he winked with piggish eyes.

Vegeta glared over at him. "Are you talking to me, blimp? If I want a
mattress I'll buy one!" and with that he stalked off.

"Snotty bastard" the man grumbled before disappearing into the crowd.

****

The pair continued their extended kiss before coming up for air. Yamcha
coughed, his face flushed.

"Shimatta. You're something else!"

Goku took his hand. "Yamcha...I didn't expect to feel this way...it's insane,
but kuso! I want to drag you off somewhere..."

Yamcha nibbled his ear. "That's for later. Right now..."

A loud cough. Startled, the two men sat back in shock and embarassment. The
waiter stood over them with a huge banana split. He was thin, with red hair
and freckles.

"You two lovebirds finished?" he teased, smirking. "Your dessert is here."

"Ah yes" Goku managed, pulling at his collar.

Yamcha looked up. _I think I'm in heaven..._

****

They ate from opposite ends of the dish, lustful eyes dancing in concert over
the cold confection.

"So tell me, Kakarot" Yamcha continued to use his real name. "How do you cool
a hot saiyan?" he twirled his finger in whipped cream.

Black eyes flashed darkly. "By offering him a treat" he curled his tongue out.

Sultry eyes stared over heated cheeks. Yamcha scooped a large blob of cream
on his finger. He placed it on the saiyan's lips.

"Taste."

Goku licked erotically, watching him with lidded eyes. Yamcha panted, feeling
his groin tighten at the display. _Oh, he's gonna kill me tonight..._

Hot lips nibbled and kissed the fingertip. "Mmm, Yamcha. I wonder if you
taste as good" dark eyes were low.

Yamcha felt his pulse skyrocket. "Goku, what are you wearing, body oil?"

Soft smile. "Why do you ask?"

Yamcha breathed in the sudden explosion of cinnamon and musk.
"Something...all of a sudden I can smell your cologne."

Dark eyes slitted. "Do you like it?"

Yamcha was lit, reckless now. "Damn right. Man, it's so spicy...and _hot!_"

The saiyan extended his wrist. Without thinking, Yamcha grabbed it and
inhaled.

"Kami! It's wonderful. Makes me want to do it right on this table..."

Goku purred. "That might violate a few laws."

Yamcha looked up in surprise. "What's that noise?"

"Me."

The z warrior placed a hand against the corded neck. The vibration and sound
was unmistakable.

"You...you do that?!"

Goku turned his face into the wide palm. "Spend the night with me, Yamcha,
and find out more."

"Kami, yes" Yamcha was breathless now.

****

Vegeta lurked nearby, listening. He had seen and heard enough. Saiyan blood
boiling, he stalked over to the secluded corner booth.

Steve and Lucas stared wide eyed from their vantage point.

"Oh oh. Who's the new entry?" Lucas pointed at Vegeta.

"Mmm. A sexy Napoleon" Steve smacked his lips.

"Hentai. He looks like trouble. Wonder what his action is?"

"I don't know. But it looks like buisness is picking up."

****

Yamcha decided to steal a third kiss. Goku laughed against his mouth.

"Don't you think we should conclude this elsewhere?"

"It won't be concluded at all!!" a deep voice shouted. Yamcha all but jumped
back in the booth.

"Vegeta?!" they both chorused in stunned amazement.

****

Lucas snickered. "Looks like we've got a show on our hands. Check it out!"

Steve peeped over the plants as well. "A love triangle! Kuso, wonder who the
guy in the pink shirt was with?"

Other patrons were beginning to gather and whisper, pointing at the corner
booth.

"It's getting hot and heavy now" Lucas squinted. The guy in the blue suit is
pissed."

"Yamcha's getting worked up, too. They'd better cool it before the manager
comes out."

****

"Vegeta, what are you doing here?!" Goku demanded.

"I go where I will, Kakarot. The question is...why are you here, and with
this baka?!"

"Not that it's any of your buisness, Vegeta" Yamcha snapped. "But we were
spending a quiet evening together."

"Nande Kuso!! Quiet? With the performance I just witnessed?"

"We don't owe you any explanations, Vegeta" Goku retorted. "Now what is it
you want?"

A fist slammed on the table, rattling it. "We need to talk."

Goku snarled. "Not about that, and not now!"

Vegeta sniffed. "Omae o koroso for this, Kakarot. You scent this baka to
claim him?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Vegeta!" Yamcha demanded. "Nobody's
'claiming' anything, and as far as-"

Vegeta ignored him. "Come, Kakarot. Let's fight! We'll see where this night
ends up!"

Goku gave a sly smile. "This night has plans that don't include you. Now
leave."

Vegeta raised a fist at Yamcha. "Let's see if you're worthy of a saiyan."

Yamcha spun in defense. "Jerk!!"

****

The audience had grown. Patrons everywhere were staring at the show. Snickers
and innuendo dotted their conversations.

Steve and Lucas gawked with the rest. Lucas laughed out loud.

"Looks like the dude in the pink shirt wants to fight Yamcha. What a hoot!"

"Yeah, he's ticked" Steve grinned. "Wonder if he's the old boyfriend of that
other guy?"

Lucas shook his head. "Those flames die hard, man."

****

Goku had enough presence of mind to look around.

"Vegeta, knock it off! You've got half the customers staring at us!"

Vegeta cocked an eye sideways. "Bakas. They have no chance against me."

"Are you on drugs or something?" Yamcha wanted to know. "You come bursting in
here for no reason-"

"Wrong, Yamcha. Kakarot and I were supposed to have a serious talk-"

"Leave it alone, Vegeta!!" Goku nearly shouted.

The two saiyans glared at each other a moment in silence.

Yamcha tapped Goku's shoulder. "What's the deal, Goku? I want to know."

The saiyan's eyes never left the ouji. "It's personal, but nothing so
important that it can't wait."

Vegeta slammed his fist down again. "We'll see about that-"

"Is there a problem here??"

The three men halted their drama. The manager stood behind Vegeta with two
hulking bouncers at her side.

"I'm the manager, Ms. Toyama. Are you gentlemen having a dispute?"

Vegeta snorted. "Hn. I'll not explain my reasons for being here."

Toyama folded her arms. She had a stern demeanor despite her slender build.
"I'm not interested in your reasons, only your behavior. Now either settle
down or solve your dispute outside. Your choice."

Vegeta laughed, looking at the bouncers. "These cretins wouldn't stand a
chance."

"Quit being obnoxious for once, Vegeta" Yamcha griped. "You're making a
spectacle of yourself."

Goku glared at the ouji. "Agreed. The whole cafe is looking at us. Is that
what you want?!"

Vegeta turned for the first time. It was true. Everything had virtually come
to a standstill.

"Hah! So be it...I'll not parade my personal affairs for these idiots."

"I take it you plan to leave?" Toyama asked.

"Hai. Who needs this? I'll go on one condition."

"No conditions."

"You don't command me, woman. If Kakarot comes outside a minute I'll gladly
leave."

Yamcha stared in disbelief as the tall saiyan rose from the booth silently.

"Goku! What are you doing?!"

"I'll be right back. No point in trashing a nice establishment" he led Vegeta
out to more stares.

****

Vegeta ignored probing eyes as he followed his fellow saiyan out the front
door. A thin man with a beard giggled as they went by the bar.

"Hey, Bad Man!" he piped up. "Come to get your boyfriend back from Yamcha?"

Vegeta spun and pointed a glowing finger. Goku knocked his hand down.

"Are you insane?!"

"No. But that fool is for insulting me."

Goku grabbed his hand and yanked him outside between more startled onlookers.
A man in a bright yellow suit shook his head at the bartender.

"They must be into the rough stuff. See how that guy in the blue suit grabbed
his side in the pink shirt?"

The bartender wiped a glass. "These boys get wilder every year. Now they're
doing three ways."

****

Vegeta took some satisfaction knowing he managed to get his fellow saiyan
outside. Now if they could only do something about the nosy busybodies...

Goku led the ouji towards the parking lot gate. Vegeta looked about at the
groups of men milling about.

"Kami take it, Kakarot. Is there no place for privacy at this madhouse, in or
out?"

Goku pointed a finger at him. "This is a public establishment. If you want
privacy, go somewhere private!"

Vegeta snorted. The neon lighting cast weird highlights across his features
in the dark.

"Now why the hell did you come here?"

"Hn. I wanted to continue our discussion about future arrangements!"

"Vegeta...I told you I'm not ready to decide! Stop pressuring me."

The ouji lowered his voice, mindful of onlookers. "What are you waiting for?
The separation is legal...I see no reason to wait!"

Goku sighed. "This isn't the time or place. And I won't make any rash
decisions!"

Vegeta smiled slowly, dark eyes smouldering. "You can run from me all you
want, but your desires won't change" he placed a hand on Goku's cheek.

The taller saiyan glared. "I'm out with a friend, Vegeta. Do you understand
the concept?"

The ouji gave him a knowing smile. "Play with Yamcha, then. But when your
bones burn you'll come back to me!"

"Dame da! I'll hear no more, Vegeta!!" Goku hissed.

The ouji flared his nose. "Ah. You smell wonderful."

Goku glanced around briefly. Friends and lovers had paired off into groups
around the parking lot. A few eyes strayed in their direction.

Vegeta sensed his distraction. "Hn, we blend in here. There is touching
everywhere."

Goku took a deep breath. "This night's had more twists and turns than an
obati puzzle. I want you to leave."

Vegeta licked his lips slowly. "Hn. A parting kiss, then."

"No way. I know what you're trying to do!"

Black eyes danced with dark fire. "Just a small one, and I'll leave quietly."

Goku hissed through his teeth. "Fool!"

"Refuse me and I trash this place."

Goku glared. "All right" he snapped.

Vegeta pulled him down into a kiss. Just a small one...

...that soon became an inferno of taste and heat, swirling, slithering. A
dance of dominance between duelling tongues, dipping in delight. Goku smashed
Vegeta against a parked car in a crushing embrace.

Steve and Lucas decided to call it a night. The blonde pointed as they went
outside. Many of the patrons were staring at one area of the parking lot.

Steve scratched his head. "What are these goofs looking at?"

Lucas laughed loudly. "Use your eyes! Our favorite mess is giving everyone a
show again."

Steve squinted. "What the hell?!"

A tall redhead with a ponytail walked past, shaking his head. "Somebody needs
to get a damn fire hose."

Steve whistled at the scene. "Guess ol' Yamcha is out in the cold again."

Lucas made a face. "I don't get any of this. Is that guy in love with two
people?"

"Which one? I can't keep up anymore."

"In the blue suit, fool! Mr. movie star."

Steve shrugged in confusion. "I ah...had the impression he was here with
Yamcha. But then that other guy shows up and it's all out the window."

Lucas snorted. "Kami, can't they even take it to a motel or something? I'm no
prig, but they're practically on top of that car."

****

The much observed pair finally pulled free of their fiery kiss. Under the
street light Goku could see the flush in Vegeta's cheeks.

"Hai, a saiyan kiss" the ouji gasped, his dark eyes liquid as he gazed up.

Goku panted, desperately trying to gain his composure. "Kisama" he swore
quietly. _Damn hormones..._

Vegeta reluctantly pushed off. "Ai, go home with poor Yamcha, and compare."

The tall saiyan heaved. "Hentai!"

Vegeta turned and walked away with a wicked smile. "Hn, hontou ni? You should
talk. Ai, I seem to remember some truly freaky nights..."

"Keep your damn voice down!!" Goku hissed, mortified. A nearby group of men
were snickering with knowing glances.

Vegeta waved casually as he walked towards the gate. "Have fun, stud! See you
later after you've finished with Yamcha!" he yelled deliberately. The men
whooped in laughter.

Goku stood mute, his face purple with embarrassment. _I'll kill him..._

With an inarticulate growl, he stormed back inside to join Yamcha.

****

Goku dropped down next to Yamcha. "Let's get out of here. I've had enough."

Yamcha blinked. "I started to come out and get you. Is Vegeta gone?"

"Long gone. Is the bill paid?"

Yamcha nodded. "Yeah."

"Give me your hand."

Yamcha gave an affected grin. "Why Goku, you dog. You're making me blush."

The saiyan curled a smile. "Simpleton! I'm going to do an instant
transmission to the car."

They faded out a second later.

****

The two men were quiet during the ride back. Yamcha decided to break the
silence.

"Goku, are you angry at me?"

Goku sighed. "Not really. This night has just been...weird."

Soft brown eyes shone at the saiyan. "I'll find a way to apologize."

Goku could only stare, fire dancing in his gaze.

****

Yamcha took his friend's suit jacket when they got inside. "Would you care
for anything?"

Goku stretched, muscles rippling under the taught fabric of his shirt. Yamcha
looked him over slowly. _Gorgeous._

"No, I'm fine" he moved to sit on the couch.

"I've got 200 channels on cable. The remote's over there on the end table-"

The dark saiyan abruptly snapped his head around, obsidian eyes roaming low.

"Yamcha, sit here next to me" it wasn't a request.

The z warrior felt a strange thrill at the commanding tone. "Ah...Goku?"

Those sultry eyes lowered. "Over here, I said."

Yamcha blinked in disbelief. "You're serious?"

The saiyan growled softly, startling his friend.

"What the?" Yamcha dropped next to Goku, placing a palm against the corded
neck. That same rumbling vibration again.

"How do you do this? I don't remember this coming from you before."

Surprising his friend further, Goku tilted his head back and purred. Yamcha
stared, stunned. Without conscious thought he scratched the strong jaw.

Thoughts raced through his brain. _Kami, he's like an animal or something.
What is this? The Goku I know never behaved this way!_

As if sensing his train of thoughts, Goku abruptly stopped purring. "You're
surprised at my behavior."

Yamcha dropped his hand. "To say the least. What is this? You aren't even
acting human."

The saiyan yawned. "True. And acting gets old."

"Wha??"

Goku gave a half smile. Slowly a thick tail unwound from his waistband and
waved gently.

Yamcha gawked at the appendage. "Nande Kuso?! What's happening here!!"

"Mm. That's right, you haven't seen me with a tail in awhile."

"It grew back?!"

"Yeah, about two years ago. I tuck it up to avoid injury, although it's quite
strong."

Deep brown eyes widened in curiosity. "Goku...can I touch it?"

"Certainly."

Yamcha reached around his would be lover, running his hands over the furry
appendage. It resembled a stroke of black velvet with sparkling sheen.

"Beautiful" Yamcha breathed. "It shines like your hair" he continued to play
along the length with his hands. He ruffled the tip roughly.

His saiyan companion twitched and growled again. "Yamcha! Careful."

Yamcha looked up, perplexed. "What? Did I hurt you?"

Another purr. "Iie. Quite the contrary...keep that up and I'll most likely
throw you to the floor."

Yamcha laughed nervously. This wasn't the Goku he knew. "Ah...you're awfully
different, Goku. What's the deal?"

The saiyan stood up suddenly and pulled off his shirt.

"Hey!!"

Goku smiled slyly, tossing his shirt to the floor. "I'm not in public
now...or a z fighter, Yamcha."

The handsome fighter took a breath. "I...see. You're very direct..."

"We've been friends a long time, but you've only seen one side of me."

Yamcha gulped, shifting back on the sofa. "Could you explain that?"

"Remember, I'm a saiyan."

"Meaning?"

"Humanoid yes, but human, no. But I assimilated on earth by necessity. My
true heritage...is from elsewhere."

"I know that, but you've never made it an issue before."

"It wasn't, until I knew the truth. And if you and I...get close, you'll
notice the differences soon enough."

Yamcha picked up the stray shirt and laid it across the sofa arm. "Like those
noises you were making-"

Goku chuckled. "Don't mind me. I only do that when I feel really good."

Yamcha felt daring at the opening, wrapping an arm around the tight waist.
"Yeah? Tell me, do you feel good now?"

Another purr. "Oh, yes. Very much so, Yamcha. Ai, Kakkoi. Has anyone ever
told you that?"

Yamcha pressed against him. "Not the way you just did" his voice was husky.

They simply stood and embraced for a bit, exploring ridges of muscle and
planes of perfection. Goku's purring grew louder.

Yamcha stood back a moment, catching his breath. His eyes were low.

"Shall we conclude this upstairs?"

Goku nibbled his lower lip, eliciting a loud gasp. "Anywhere is fine for me."

****

Yamcha felt his pulse explode as they kissed along the staircase. _Kami, I
think he would do it most anyplace..._

A deep laugh rumbled gently across his lips. Black eyes sparked with fire as
Goku pulled moist kisses.

"Tasty" he murmured, spinning behind Yamcha and dragging him upstairs.

"Goku!!" Yamcha gasped as the saiyan hauled him up over a shoulder.

"Wha-what the hell?!!" he heaved as they entered the bedroom. "Pa-put me
down!"

Goku curved a dark smile. "I do requests" he tossed Yamcha on the mattress
effortlessly. The z warrior stared in surprise at his friend.

"What are you, a caveman or something?" despite his confusion, he couldn't
hide the excitement in his voice.

Goku looked down with a haze of lust, dark eyes narrowing to slits. "Get
undressed, Yamcha."

Yamcha was lost in those dark orbs, his body thrumming with tension. "Sure"
his mouth went dry as he fumbled with his pants.

Goku pulled his own clothing free in two swift motions. Yamcha couldn't
believe his speed. Less than a minute later the saiyan stood in all his
glory, waiting impatiently.

"Da...uh...kuso!!" Yamcha stared at the sight in front of him.

"You're some...piece of manhood, Goku" he whispered in appreciation. It was
true. The swarthy features were flush with desire over bronzed skin. Sculpted
muscles combined in a singular form of perfect male beauty. And lower...the
prize was definitely plentiful.

Yamcha roamed his sight low. "I can't wait to taste that" the words tumbled
out heedlessly as the z warrior's breathing became more rapid.

Goku plunged over him, shoving Yamcha against the mattress. Wild kisses were
planted across his collarbone.

"You aren't undressed yet" baritone rumbled against Yamcha's skin.

Yamcha panted, his erection hardening. "Ga...ghods, Goku. I never got the
chance to take my pants off!"

Goku leaned back, licking his lips erotically. "No problem" the dark head
dipped low.

Yamcha watched incredulously, his breathing ragged. _Can't believe I'm
letting him take control like this..._

Sharp canines pulled at the catch on his zipper. Goku lapped his tongue over
the pleated fabric before clamping the zipper in his teeth and yanking back
with his head, a growl in his throat. Yamcha thought it was the most erotic
thing he'd ever seen. Sweat burst into beads on his forehead.

"Yatta, Goku" he heaved quietly, feeling his body swell with anticipation.
The saiyan nipped his erection through black briefs before catching the
crotch in his teeth and ripping restraining cloth free.

Yamcha gagged with excitement and apprehension. "You...tore my underwear..."