Will You Wait For Me?

Vegeta stood over the bed staring at Yamcha with amusement. He moved closer and knelt on the bed straddling Yamcha’s waist. Vegeta’s eyes ran up and down Yamcha’s body studying every curve of his well toned chest.

“Vegeta, look. Maybe you should leave. My girlfriend will be here soon.” Yamcha said in a hoarse voice, he was scared and nervous.

“Don’t fool yourself baka, I know you don’t have a girlfriend. You’re all alone.” Vegeta smiled once again taking the seriousness out of the situation.

“But it’s okay now. You have me” Vegeta leaned closer to Yamcha’s face until they were almost touching. Vegeta opened his mouth slightly then closed what ever space there was between them both. At first Yamcha denied Vegeta’s tongue access but soon gave up the protest. Vegeta’s and Yamcha’s tongues swirled in and out of each others mouth exploring every crevasse they could reach until Yamcha broke the kiss. Yamcha and Vegeta sat staring at each other panting trying to catch their breath.

Yamcha opened his mouth about to say something but Vegeta finished it before the words even left his lips.

“Because I want you.” That was all Vegeta felt he needed to say to make it all right.

“But...” Yamcha was about to question Vegeta further but Vegeta had begun another kiss. But this time there was no protest from Yamcha. While they were kissing Vegeta skillfully pulled Yamcha’s trousers off with one hand, leaving him in just his boxers. Vegeta’s all ready hardened manhood pressed against Yamcha’s waist caused him to feel an unwanted tightening in his groin. Vegeta could feel it too, and began to slide himself down off the bed so he was kneeling between Yamcha’s legs on the floor.

Vegeta, who was now sat in between Yamcha’s legs, began to slowly pulling the waist band of Yamcha’s boxers off his hips. Yamcha broke out of his daze and snapped back to reality.

“Vegeta what do you think you’re doing” Yamcha screamed wriggling his waist trying to brake free from Vegeta’s strong hold. Vegeta ignored his escape attempts and carried on. Once Yamcha boxers had reached his ankles Vegeta leaned in gently kissing Yamcha’s hardened manhood. Yamcha just let out a moan and stopped his useless resistance. Vegeta placed Yamcha’s shaft in his moist mouth and began to move up and down it slowly, enjoying every last moment. Yamcha had to force away the temptation to place his hands on the back of Vegeta’s head. Vegeta kept moving slowly picking up speed swirling his tongue around Yamcha’s hardened member until Yamcha bucked his hips and came in Vegeta’s mouth. Vegeta looked up smiling as he swallowed the last of Yamcha’s seed. Yamcha was still in his orgasmic high and was lying on the bed panting.

Vegeta pulled himself up onto the bed and laid next to Yamcha staring at the ceiling.

Yamcha turned over to face Vegeta and stared at him for a few moments until Vegeta broke the silence.

“I can’t help it” Vegeta said bluntly. Yamcha was shocked for a moment. ‘How did he know what I was thinking? This is the second time tonight. Can he read my mind?’ Yamcha was so confused; his entire world was falling apart.

“What can’t you help Vegeta” Yamcha managed to pluck up enough courage to question The Prince of all Saiyajin’s. Vegeta turned onto his side to face Yamcha.

“It just kind of happened one day. It happened to Kakarot as well.” Vegeta sighed, then turned back to face the ceiling.

“Vegeta you’re not making any sense. What happened to Goku and you? And what has it got to do with me?” Yamcha sat up and leaned over Vegeta slightly. Vegeta could tell that Yamcha wasn’t going to stop pestering him till he got answers, so Vegeta sat up and began to think of a way he could explain it all.

“Well, Saiyajin’s. They umm…” Vegeta started to chew on his lower lip. ‘How the hell am I going to explain this’ he thought to himself.

“Go on”

“Well, every year Saiyajin’s need to mate. If they don’t, or they are rejected they will become depressed then probably kill them selves. We can’t help it, it’s in our nature.”

“So you and Goku are Together?” Yamcha whispered as if there was someone around that might hear.

“Yes” Vegeta was ashamed to admit he needed the worthless third class Saiyajin. Yamcha furrowed is brow.

“So what has this got to do with me?”

“We’re not sure. I mean. Me and Goku have kept each other alive for years now. But it’s just not enough any more. We both need more and for some reason.” Vegeta turned to face Yamcha and stared into his hallow eyes. “We both crave you.”

Yamcha was so shocked by Vegeta’s words that he fainted. He awoke to a dark room. Or what he presumed was a room. All he could see was the small red light flashing in the dark and the quite humming of machinery. Yamcha tried to stand but there was an invisible weight attached to his body. “Where am I?” Yamcha spoke aloud in hope that there was someone there that could assist him, but there was no reply. Yamcha tried to stand again and just about managed to stand on his knees. He squinted in the dark hoping it would reveal and answer to one of his many questions, and it did. In the distance next to the flashing light he could make out some glowing green numbers, they read ‘75 G’.

He was in the gravity room, but why? Yamcha heard footsteps behind him. He spun around but still couldn’t see anything.

“Hello?” Still no reply. “Is anybody there?” Yamcha waited again but no-one answered him. Then with out warning there was a blinding light which knocked Yamcha of balance and sent him tumbling to the floor. A few moments later Yamcha adjusted to the light. And there standing in front of him was a pair of black shiny shoes. Yamcha looked up to see who was wearing the shoes and there he saw him. After three months he was back.

“Goku?”