Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lies, Deception, and a Baby ❯ Vegeta vs. Yamcha ( Chapter 11 )

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Warning: Nudity doesn't really count when you can't see it, does it?

Lies, Deception, and a Baby

Chapter 11: Vegeta vs. Yamcha

"Oh, Shit."

At Bulma's soft declaration, Vegeta, who had been reveling in the feel of her soft skin, looked up, and growled at the sight before him.

Yamcha stood there, fists clenched, gazing down on the two lovers as though he would surely love to strangle them both.

Which he would.

With a protective growl, Vegeta shifted himself and Bulma so that his body blocked the weakling's view of hers. No man looked upon his woman's naked flesh except him!

Sitting up on the edge of the couch and pulling Bulma into a crouching position behind him so that her gorgeous, nude figure was hidden behind his own, Vegeta glared at the intruder.

How dare he have the audacity to interrupt us? The Saiyan Prince's thoughts raged. Hasn't the baka ever heard of the word "privacy?" It didn't even occur to him that the woman he had just been making love to-on the couch, in her living room, where, theoretically, anyone could just waltz in and catch them in the act-was technically still engaged to the human standing before him.

Bulma, for her part, was very afraid. Not only had Yamcha finally caught her, but he was obviously not going to let this go. He was going to stay here, and confront her and Vegeta. Not only would Yamcha find out the truth, but so would Vegeta! And then he'd hate her forever, for lying to him about her baby.

But what if he loves me? She thought to herself. He just told me he left because of me. He has to care! Wouldn't he be overjoyed to find out the child was his, and not Yamcha's?

`Ha,' said that annoying voice, making a return. `Wishful thinking, kid. When Vegeta finds out about how you lied to him, he's going to take off and never come back! You know just as well as I do that he doesn't give a fuck about you, or his kid! So just let it go, Yamcha's a wuss, maybe you can get him to forgive you.'

Bulma shuddered at the thought, and let out a small whimper. She peeked at Yamcha from over Vegeta's shoulder.

He looks so mad! He'll never take me back! And Vegeta won't want me! So instead of having two men, I'll have none! My baby's future will be ruined! Oh, stupid, stupid Bulma! How do you get yourself into these messes?

Unable to look at her furious fiancé anymore, Bulma buried her face in between Vegeta's shoulder blades, her hands clutching the corded muscles of his shoulders as she pressed her body up against his back.

Vegeta felt her actions, and wondered at them. Why is she hiding? He wondered. Then, sniffing the air, he knew. He could smell her fear.

He turned cold, deadly eyes towards the perpetrator. She's not afraid of me; she must be afraid of the weakling. But why? She was planning to marry the baka, for Kami's sake! Why would she be afraid of him?

Then, suddenly, it hit him.

She had lied to him!

The woman had lied to him. She had told him that she had turned to Yamcha for comfort the moment he left. But it hadn't been like that at all.

He raped her! Vegeta raged. He touched my woman against her will as soon as I was no longer there to protect her! He forced her and got her with child, and because I wasn't around she had no choice but to submit to him and agree to marry the fool. And then she lied to me, thinking that I wouldn't want her anymore, that I wouldn't understand. But he understood, alright.

He understood far too well.

The bastard had raped her, and beaten fear into her. He caused her to tremble at the very sight of him. She was so afraid of him that she was willing to turn away the one man who could possibly help her.

Vegeta's rage knew no boundaries. That someone could force his woman, his woman, against her will as soon as his back was turned, then order her around out of fear, was unthinkable.

No man touched his woman and lived.

He'd kill the bakayaro!

Yamcha's thoughts, meanwhile, had switched course. At first, he had been infuriated-although admittedly aroused-by the thought of his fiancée fucking the Saiyan. But as he stood there, in a staring contest with Vegeta, his anger began to dissipate.

He'd never noticed before how … handsome the Saiyan Prince was! That elegant, dark upsweep of hair, those pouting, arrogant lips, and, oh, that burning black gaze. It was as though his eyes could look into your soul, reach into your chest, and steal your heart.

Yamcha had never told anyone his secret-that he was actually bisexual. He especially seemed to find Saiyans very sexy. He'd been attracted to Goku for the longest time, although he'd never let on. And thoughts of Gohan nearly led him to pedophilia. And Vegeta … short guys had never really done it for him, but Vegeta, sitting there, naked, with that perfect, sculpted body of his. Yamcha had to consciously keep himself from drooling at the sight of the Saiyan Prince in the buff. Oh, what a sight to behold!

Vegeta gritted his teeth as he continued to stare down the other man. There was something odd in the human's gaze, something he hadn't seen before. He couldn't quite place it. Thankfully, the anger seemed gone from his expression and posture; perhaps the woman's fear would reside, now that she would feel she was no longer in immediate danger.

But Bulma still continued to press herself up against his back, edging up as close to him as she possibly could. While he didn't know what her motives for this were, he really didn't care. The feel of her large, firm breasts, pressing into his back, her hard nipples raking against the sleek muscles as she fidgeted, wiggling around, turned him on like nothing else. He could see her clearly in his minds eye, crouching behind him, naked. As that image began to cloud his mind, he started growing hard again.

Shit! He thought, unable to control his emerging erection with Bulma so close to him. I'm still naked, and the weakling's standing right there! His clothes weren't exactly within reach; to get them, he'd have to abandon the woman to her ex-boyfriend's lustful gaze, something he wasn't about to do. And it would just be silly to move slowly towards his clothes while keeping the woman in position behind him. He wouldn't humiliate himself by acting like a fool!

So he just continued glaring at the other man, hoping he would wimp out, pee himself, and leave.

Yamcha couldn't help but see Vegeta's erection growing from the corner of his eye. His eyes widened as he looked down at the enormous length. For such a short man, Vegeta was certainly well-endowed where it counted!

He put Yamcha's own three-incher to shame! The human's cheeks began to blush as he stared down at the Saiyan's finest appendage; he couldn't pull his eyes away! And the sight of that glorious staff, standing so proud and tall-like Vegeta himself, except for the tall part, that is-made Yamcha harden himself, causing his blush to deepen further.

Vegeta couldn't help but notice where the human's gaze was heading, and he didn't like it one bit. It made him pretty damn uncomfortable to have this weakling, his competition as far as he was concerned, staring at his weakness.

However, the Saiyan's eyes also caught a movement from his peripheral vision-a movement in the crotch area of Yamcha's pants! The bulge there was tiny, but noticeable. And its origins were obvious.

That did it. Vegeta couldn't take it anymore!

"You fucking fag!" he cried, launching himself at the other man and pinning him to the ground-which only seemed to excite the human further! Vegeta could feel Yamcha's hand snaking its way up his thigh to grab his tight, naked ass. "Keep your fucking eyes and your fucking hands to yourself!" Vegeta yelled, picking up the human and slamming him into the wall, causing debris to fall.

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried, standing up naked with her hands on her hips. "If you're going to fight, take it outside! I don't want my house to fall down!"

Vegeta growled but complied, kicking Yamcha, as a kicker would punt a football, out through the gaping hole that had once been the Briefs' door into the front yard. But before he could exit Bulma's humble abode himself, he heard a throat clearing behind him.

Turning around, Vegeta saw Bulma holding up the clothes he had discarded earlier. With a pointed look down at the erection that hadn't yet subsided, she handed them to him. Vegeta turned away from her, to hide the blush that rushed to his face. There he was, about to go outside, naked as the day he was born, and any human could gaze upon his scarred flesh. What a thing for a Saiyan Prince to do!

And all because of a woman.

He'd known she would be a weakness; that much was obvious. But he'd never known it would be this bad. So bad he would start forgetting the simplest yet most important details-such as clothing!

Growling, the Saiyan threw on the spandex and stalked outside, muttering to himself about stupid humans and stupid human woman.

Bulma sighed and went upstairs to change clothes, thankful for this unexpected turn of events.

Whoever would have thought that Yamcha had a thing for guys? She wondered to herself. He must have hidden it well, for her not to see it before! Bulma giggled, thinking of Yamcha and Vegeta together, as a couple. How weird that would be! Two guys who both wanted her, ending up with each other! Bulma burst into laughter and began rolling around, naked, on the floor of the hallway, beating her fists into the ground even as tears burst from her eyes. It was too hilarious!

Suddenly, though, the laughter stopped, and she sat up straight.

It was that stupid fucking inner voice again!

`Yep,' the voice said cockily, `what do you think they're doing out there? "Wrestling?" HA! Don't make me laugh you naïve little fool! I mean, you know what they say about short guys. And just look at Krillin! It's always the ones that try desperately to be the ladies' men. You know what I'm talking about.'

Bulma growled. "You," she commanded the voice, "shut up, NOW. I won't listen to this anymore! You are such a mother fucking bitch! I refuse to let you ruin this for me!"

`Uh huh, whatever. Why don't you just go look out a window, and see what your precious princey is doing with lover boy, huh?'

"Fine, I will." With a loud hmph, Bulma stood up and brushed herself off, then marched to her room, where she opened the window and leaned out, her naked breasts dangling over the sill, to catch a gaze of the two men down below.

Vegeta was clearly kicking the other man's ass deep into the ground.

Bulma smirked. You're such an idiot, she mentally taunted that stupid little voice.

`Aww, fuck you!' the inner voice replied, sulking.

Bulma just laughed and waved down to Vegeta, who looked up and stood there, transfixed by the way her breasts jiggled ever so slightly in the breeze. While he was distracted, Yamcha snuck up behind him, tackled him to the ground, and began humping his leg.

"Oh, yeah," the human warrior moaned, "Just like that!"

Vegeta growled fiercely kicked the other man off of his leg, then sent a ki blast flying at him. Yamcha barely managed to dodge, and the blast hit a tree, knocking it over.

"Vegeta!" Bulma yelled angrily, "Keep the destruction to a minimum!" The last thing she needed was to have no men, and a whole lot of yard work to do!

Vegeta just grunted, but thankfully took her point into consideration, and stopped with the ki blasts, focusing now on just beating Yamcha to a bloody pulp.

With this accomplished, a smirking Vegeta stood over the blood-soaked body of the human weakling, his arms folded over his chest in that arrogant pose of his that turned Bulma on. By now she had put on some clothes and ran out to join them on the lawn.

"My hero!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around Vegeta and leaning up to kiss his finely chiseled cheek. She didn't know why, but she was feeling giddy with relief. Probably because the revelation of Yamcha's little "secret" had saved her from getting in the doghouse with both Yamcha and Vegeta! She was pretty sure now that she could work something out with Vegeta; he'd be angry that she lied to him, but she could get him to see past that-by seducing him, if necessary.

Yamcha, on the other hand, was a man she no longer wanted. He had only been her backup guy in the first place. Just a patsy when she thought that she would never be able to have her true love. But now that hope had reared its beautiful, glorious head, she found she no longer had any need for the scarred warrior at all!

Her words, however, had wiped the smirk off Vegeta's face. My hero. A grim expression appearing upon his visage, he knew what she meant when she said that. Yamcha had harmed her, and he had avenged her honor. Now it was his duty to confront the other man, before sending him to the next dimension for the crime of hurting his woman.

"Weakling," Vegeta growled through gritted teeth. "I know what you did to my woman. Now you have to pay for what you have done!" He raised his hand, palm forward, a ki ball forming.

Yamcha's eyes widened, even though he was still dazed from his vicious beating, and seeing double. "What are you talking about, Vegeta?" he slurred.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, and he yelled out, "No one rapes my woman and gets away with it, dammit!"

Bulma gasped. At the first sound of Vegeta's words, she had taken her arms from him and begun to back away. Now, she set off running.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! She thought to herself. This was not good. All her fine plans, everything had come crumbling down at her feet! Since when did Vegeta get the idea that Yamcha had raped her? She never told him that! What the fuck was going on here?

Now she was sure she would end up with no men, no men at all.

And to make it worse, that voice was laughing at her.

`Ha, ha, you lose girlie!' the voice taunted her. `Like I said before, no men for you! Ha!'

Yamcha just stared at the Saiyan, mouth agape. "Rape her!" he exclaimed. "I never even fucked her in the first place! Hell, I thought she was still a virgin!"

Vegeta glared at him, but he could tell the human was telling the truth.

Both men turned, simultaneously, to watch Bulma, still running away from them.

Bulma stopped short when she ran into a brick wall, which just happened to be Vegeta's hard, muscular chest. Looking up into his eyes, she felt a very real fear of him.

He knows.

Vegeta gazed down at her, giving nothing away through his expression.

This is it, Bulma thought. This is the moment of truth.

"I want the truth, Woman. And I want it now."

A/N: Would you call that an evil cliffhanger? I would! But that's just me …

Hehe, wouldn't it be funny if I turned this into a V/Y fic? *hides behind a chair* I'm just kidding! Please! Put the flamethrowers away! I'M JUST KIDDING!! I would never do something like that, you silly people! I love B/V until the very end! Although I do kind of like the thought of Yamcha getting with a guy. ^.~

Next Chapter: Bulma tells the truth! (…FINALLY!) Or … umm, maybe not! Oh, that Bulma! What kind of mess is she going to get herself in now?! I can't look! >.<