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Those Eyes	By : Kuro Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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ere�ere�s the third chapter, uploaded at long last. Yeah, sorry if the characterizations and such were a little iffy for the first few chapters. And YES, I do realize that technically *human* males can�t get pregnant, but then again, it was my friend�s wonderful idea to make Yamcha the carrier. I thought it was cute, so I went with it. I promise I�ll make a vague yet plausible excuse for how he ended up knocked up to be explained in later chapters, provided I get enough reviews to urge me to continue. As it is for this one I only have three so it�s pretty much at the bottom of my list as far as updates go. Oh, and as for Vegeta�s behavior...he came off as a bit of an ass, yes? Heh, sorry. That too will be explained later on. He doesn�t evidently start to soften up for a few more chapters. And some of you may have noticed that I have another fic up here on aff.net called �Vegeta�s Pet�. I was going to take it down (because it still needs a lot of work and it�s the kind of story you need to read in full up to a certain point rather than in installments or all it seems like is rough, meaningless sex) but I decided to keep it up, with a few altercations. Just know that this isn�t my usual writing. ^^; But for now, I have this story and others to work on that keep me quite busy. I�ll try and be prompt with the updates (if you gimme some reviews....). See you next chapter! ~Kuro-chan, she is swamped with work~ ))

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The minute Vegeta had released Yamcha�s shoulder, he scuttled away and hid off in a corner. Now more than ever did he want nothing more then to just be left alone. He felt sick all of a sudden, his stomach churning as the contents sloshed around inside of him. A bitter taste welled up in his throat, and at once he knew he was going to hurl. He barreled off to the bathroom, ignoring the pain he felt in his ass that spiked every time he took a step. He shoved open the door to the restroom, slamming it shut behind him. He dropped to his knees and leaned over the bowl, his body shaking with dry heaves; he had nothing in his stomach but acidic bile. But that too came up in turn. It burned his throat and tongue; dripping from his mouth in long, thick strands. He shivered, the sick feeling refusing to leave him be. He sobbed, curling up on the cool floor. It was so comfortable and cool on the tiled floor, but he knew he couldn�t just lie there all day. He sat up, grabbing onto the edge of the sink to help pull his weight up. He really didn�t want to go back out to the party, better yet he just wanted to go home and sleep. But if anyone caught him leaving early, it would arouse suspicion among them. And if they ever found out about him and Vegeta... Kami-sama, he didn�t even want to think about it. Just tough it out, you�ll be okay. Just drag yourself through the rest of the party and then you can go home and sleep all you want, he thought to himself. He put a hand on the tap and turned on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face before glancing back up at his disheveled reflection. Yes, you can sleep...until Vegeta decides to show up, the other part of his mind retaliated.

"He won�t show. He hasn�t for months and chances are he probably won�t anymore." he muttered to his reflection.

Haha...you just keep telling yourself that. But you know he won�t be getting any from Bulma, so where else can he turn? He knows you�re a quick and easy lay. He knows you�ll submit to his wants without argument; and if you don�t, he knows he can beat you senseless until you do. Face it, you�re trapped.

"I�ll tell someone."

Who?

"I dunno...Bulma, I guess."

Have you forgotten what he said? You know what he�s capable of; he could kill you in an instant.

"Yeah, but he wouldn�t."

No, it would be *more* than an instant. He would draw it out; make you hurt and suffer as much as he could before you died. And plus, would you really want to tell someone? Most people don�t react to nicely to the topic of rape. What will you say? �Oh, hey Vegeta�s been ass-raping me. Could you ask him to stop, please?� Ha. And really, would anyone believe you? They�ll pass it off as a desperate ploy for attention. Or some sort of sick joke. But who could blame them? Why would they believe that Vegeta likes to fuck other men? And coming from you, someone who hates Vegeta and wants nothing more than to see him fall? Yeah, good luck with that one buddy.

"They�ll have to believe me, I�ll make them believe."

How?

"I just will."

No you won�t. You *can�t.* Look, keep your mouth shut about this. Announcing your rape isn�t something that is smiled upon.

"Yeah, I suppose so...you�re right. I just want to, but...but..."

You�re scared? Humiliated?

"Both. Maybe...it�ll just go away if I leave it alone."

Great idea; the best I�ve heard from you all night. Now, get your sore ass back out to the party and socialize. Make yourself seem less obvious.

"Right, right. Talk." he sighed. "Be social. Inconspicuous. Got it."

He slowly open up the door, first sticking his head out and casting a furtive glance to make sure no one was watching. Which they weren�t. He crept along slowly and sat down with his back against a tree in the atrium. He winced slights his his weight applied pressure to his bottom; after all the standing he did, he had almost forgotten what a roar of pain could come from such a dull throbbing. He shifted slightly, leaning his weight more on his lower back. It was uncomfortable and still kind of painful, but it was better than how he was sitting before. He closed his eyes, trying to once again block out the loud music and bright flashing lights of the party. He heard a soft whisper of the blades of grass shifting as someone approached where he sat. Oh, not again, he thought. He didn�t want to talk, but he knew that evasion equaled suspicion, and that was never a good thing. So as he heard the person settling down beside him, he slowly opened his eyes. It was Tien. Again. He sighed and forced a smile to the surface as he turned slightly to face the triclops. He didn�t even have a chance to greet him when Tien spoke out.

"Not to sociable, are we?" he asked. "It�s not like you; you�re usually palling around with everyone and hitting on the women."

"Like you�re any better." he snapped. "I don�t see you socializing."

Tien laughed. "I try to but....it seems that when you are away from people so long, it gets harder and harder to find a common interest; you know, something to talk about. I�ve just been out of the loop too long."

"You�re having no problems with rattling away to me."

Tien laughed. "I suppose it�s because you know what I mean."

Yamcha shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Did Kuririn send you over to pump info out of me?"

"Oh no, he did talk to me; that I will admit. But I came over here on my own. So what�s wrong?"

"Nothing. Just...tired. And sick. This flu is sucking the life out of me. All I ever do is get up and puke every morning, eat something to sustain me, and then puke that back up. So then I give up eating so much to see if it helps, but no. Dry heaves and bile. Yay. Fun. And you all wonder why I look so crappy."

Tien nodded in response and acknowledgment and then smirked playfully. "God, the way you complain and lament, you sound like a pregnant single mother! It�s actually quite amusing."

Yamcha allow a slight smile to grace his lips. "You�re such an ass."

"I know." he retorted.

They sat in silence afterwards for a while before Kuririn came over. Yamcha�s smiled dropped immediately and he groaned unhappily.

"Oh crap. This is a conspiracy to lecture and bug me so I can�t enjoy a moment alone, isn�t it?"

Kuririn blinked. "Hey, who said that?

Yamcha looked at him. "I did."

Kuririn looked down. "Sorry. It just...something�s up with you."

Yamcha took a deep breath and expelled it testily. "This flu has got me off-kilter, okay?" All the amusement he had earlier had vanished at the prolonged harassment he was suffering.

"Geeze, no need to flip out. If you were feeling sick, then why didn�t staystay at home? I�m sure Bulma wouldn�t mind if you stayed home this once."

"Yeah, she said something about that when she called me up, demanding my presence. But you know, if I did stay home, I would never hear the end of it. She would nag me for weeks on end saying �Well, that�s not what I actually meant.� She�s just vague like that."

Kuririn sighed. "You have a point."

Again, silence.

"Look, if you want to go home, me and Kuririn will go and talk to Bulma; you know, keep her off you case." Tien suggested.

"Yeah, yeah. Just go home and sleep it off; you do look awfully pale." Kuririn agreed.

Yamcha sighed heavily. Oh thank god; a break. Just go home. Home. Sleep. get what rest you can, he told himself. He nodded slowly in agreement as both of his friends got up and started off. He agonizingly pushed himself up, a bolt of pain causing his knees to go weak. He reached back and grabbed onto the trunk of the tree for support, easing himself up to his feet. He limped away, trying to get by everyone unnoticed. He got the odd �goodbye� as he snuck out the door, giving no more than a feeble wave and a wan smile as parting sentiments.

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He jogged the way home again, ignoring the piercing pain and dry heaves that almost made his knees give out three times during the jaunt back. Once he got past his front door, he promptly collapsed on the kitchen floor. He lay there unmoving for a moment before he pushed himself up tiredly and limped off to the bathroom; once again, he needed to be clean. It was like this the last time too. It was like this horrible feeling that he was tainted, like he needed to cleanse himself. He hoped he wasn�t becoming obsessive-compulsive; that would just be the icing on the cake. He stripped off his clothes and as he pulled off his pants and set them folded across the hamper-top, he noticed that there was a bloody patch across the bottom. He winced and swallowed hard. He sure as hell hoped no one had noticed that. He shook his head with a groan and turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up. It wasn�t burning hot like the last time so many months ago, but it was hot enough to send tendrils of steam wafting up over the curtain.

He stepped inside, soaping up his body and cleansing himself up the blood, sweat, and whatever else happened to be caked onto his skin. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed a blob of the liquid into the palm of his hand, working it through his hair. He let the water rinse it out, soapy trail rolling down his back. He lingered a bit longer before turning the water off and stepping out. He grabbed a towel out the cabinet mounted on the wall, drying his body off as he exited the bathroom. He dropped his towel by his bedroom door and strode to his dresser, pulling out a loose pair of pajama pants and sliding them over his lower half. He tossed a white cotton tee-shirt over his upper half, flopping down onto his stomach on his back. A protesting grumble from his stomach forced him back up and into the bathroom. He threw open the medicine cabinet, hunting for something to soothe his stomach. He rifled past boxes of Band-Aids and bottles of cough syrup before his fingers grazed the edge of a worn box. He pulled it out, his eyes scanning the label; it was a packet of old pregnancy test he had kept around for �insurance�. Back when he had nightly �company�, that is. That, however, was quite a while ago but he never had thrown the old things out. He smirked wanly at the memories of frantic prayers to Kami-Sama as he waited in turmoil sitting on the edge of his bed for his �lady friend� to deliver the news. He shook his head, tossing the box from hand to hand.

Then, it can�t be said how it happened, but a horrid thought struck Yamcha. It came like a bolt of lightening; quick and unexpected. He dropped the packet of tests as horror began to settle into his veins. He slammed the cabinet shut, staring gape-jawed into the mirror. Pregnancy...now there�s a good excuse. You got it all buddy; morning sickness, hormonal spikes, moods swings...you have become a glorified slut. The chiding voice had returned.

"Shit, no. You gotta be kidding me."

Nope, no kidding here.

"Guys don�t get pregnant. It�s a scientific fact that they can�t. I have no egg to make a baby; let alone a womb for it to gestate in. It can�t happen."

Funny that it has; right here, right now.

"Yeah, but it isn�t. What are you? Psychic?"

No, I�m your innermost thoughts. And that�s good enough. And if you *aren�t* preggers, than take a test to prove it. You�ll feel better.

"Better....better when it�s shows up negative."

Maybe. But you�ll never rest easy until you do.

"Yeah. I�ll take the test and get on with feeling stupid afterwards."

He fished a test out of the box, turning the packet over to read the directions on how to use one. After several minutes of cringing at the thoughts, performing the act, and then waiting for the results, he picked up the test he had set on the side of the sink. He peered down at the windows that proudly displayed two lines. He read the back of the test�s box, trying to decipher the meaning of the lines. His dark eyes widened and the test fell from his limp hands as the results registered; positive. He frantically re-read the instructions and glanced back down, his worst fears confirmed.

"No, no, no.....it just isn�t physically possible. Never can something like this happen. It...was a fluke. Just a fluke. That�s all; a fluke. Yeah, yeah, I�ll take another to make sure."

And he did; but the results were the exact same for the second one he took, as well as the third and fourth and fifth test, all the way up to last one in the box. He shook his head frantically from side to side. This wasn�t happening to him. It couldn�t..... But he had taken an entire box of tests, and each had showed positive.

"Maybe, maybe it�s because I�m a guy and the results are affected by gender..." he murmured to himself.

No, you know that can�t be right; the tests detect a hormone only found in the urine of pregnant individuals.

"How enlightening."

But of course.

"Look, will you just shut up? Maybe it was a defective package. They are pretty old, you know. Maybe they just don�t work."

It�s a possibility. But are you actually going to go out to the store and buy a new package?

"Maybe I will."

Okay then, by all means go ahead.

"Fine."

He bolted out of the bathroom and towards the door, pulling on his shoes and jacket, running out the front door and down the street to the drug store. He bounded up and down the aisles in search of the tests, ignoring the utter blinding pain he was in. It seemed he had, as of late, become a master at ignoring his pain until after he had stopped moving around like an idiot. Then, he was struck with unbridled agony.

He smacked himself inwardly when he finally found them in the aisle with all the birth control products, taking only a second to grab a box of the new digital readout tests. Well duh, of course they would be in this aisle.... He bolted to the checkout counter, suddenly aware he was only wearing his jacket over his pajamas. He tapped his foot impatiently as the clerk, a young blonde girl with what seemed like copious amounts of bracelets looped around her wrists, rung up the total.

"Trying?" the cashier asked sweetly.

Yamcha nodded slightly, trying to avoid her eyes and better cloak the red-hot blush that stained his cheeks as he looked down at the floor.

"Well, good luck." she smirked.

Yamcha glanced at the checkout display screen, fishing the money out of his jacket pocket and slamming it down on the counter before bolting off, muttering a small, emotionless �thank-you� as he headed back home.

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His heart basically leapt into his throat as he paced around his bedroom, waiting for the results. According to the back of the box, these test were foolproof and easy to understand. They gave a digital readout in the display screen that said either �pregnant� or �not pregnant�. He kept bouncing from foot to foot nervously as he waited for the test to register. He looked over at his digital alarm clock (digital things, it seemed, were so much easier to understand) and noted the time, 10:17pm; five minutes since he took the test. He groaned and trudged down the hall to the bathroom; he had been too anxious to be in the same room as the test. He hoped against hope that the first box of tests had just been defective, that they were too old to work. He closed his eyes and groped around the sink for the test, closing his fingers once he felt the smooth plastic. He lifted it up and opened his eyes slowly, peering at the display bar. It was a simple reading; the letters said it all: pregnant. Yamcha let his grip crush the test, dropping the shattered remains in the trashcan. A rabid rage and apprehension filled his veins, jumping his heart beat up to three times it�s normal rate as a heavy blanket of dread settled over his body. He grabbed for the packet, doing the same thing he did with the other box; test himself with every single one. It took him nearly an entire half hour, but he got no response to his liking; every single one read �pregnant�. He slammed his hands, palms down, against the sink, screaming in protest.

"No! it isn�t possible! it isn�t! No, oh Kami-sama, no, no, no!" he yelled, panting hard. His stomach leapt up into his throat and more than once he had to swallow back bile.

See? What did I tell you? Knocked up.

"But how...?"

I dunno, really. Sometimes things just happen.

"Oh god.....why.....I can�t...."

Well, you can always get rid of it. Kill it. It isn�t that hard to destroy a baby at such a early state.

Yamcha�s heart surged, his mouth going dry. He could kill it, very easily too and with little chance of actually hurting himself. But for some reason, for some odd incentive, he couldn�t. The thought of being rid of his little �problem� was tempting, and oh-so-close, but he just couldn�t. He felt like it would be going against all of his morals; it was the wrong thing to do. He had gotten himself into this, and now he had to see it through. No more taking the coward�s way out of things; it was time to bite the bullet and own up to his actions. He sighed heavily and walked slowly back to his bedroom, each of his footsteps falling heavily against the floor. He approached his bed and dropped limply on his stomach into the center of the mattress, moaning slightly to himself. It would be hard to do the �right thing�, but he just couldn�t back down, no matter how much he wanted to give up.

"I just can�t...."

Why not? So what, you screwed up and made a mistake. Now you can fix your mistake once and for all.

"I won�t. Never could I take a life....."

Well, it�s not really a life; it hasn�t been born.

"Yeah, but just because it isn�t on the outside doesn�t mean it isn�t alive. And it�s just a baby and everything has the right to live...."

Yeah, but it�s *your* body. Therefore, it is *your* choice.

"And I choose to stick it out."

You�re being stupid. You know you want to get rid of it. And when have you had such a strong philosophy on life? When have *you* been so deep?

"Since now, and that�s really all that matters. Go away, you�re driving me crazy."

You�re having a conversation with the �voices� in your head. You�re already nuts.

"Shut up."

Whatever. Fine. But don�t come whining to me when you can�t stand the stress.

Yamcha rolled from his stomach onto his side, utter pain and mental stress robbing him of sleep. He was going nuts; he was hearing voices, and yeah, actually talking to them. It�s not voices, he told himself, It�s your innermost thoughts, he decided. But still, having actual conversations with yourself....talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity and denial is the second.

For the first time in days, Yamcha allowed himself a smile at his own teasing joke. He knew that once reality made its presence know, he would be robbed of all happiness. It seemed to work in a cycle that way; he cheer up, becoming amused or elated at a joke or something only to be brought crashing down again. But when he was at his high points, even if they were only a temporary fix, it was when his life was worth living. It was a pity there were so few high points and that the downwards spirals outweighed his joy. But now he had a reason to hang on; he had a baby.

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((Yup, that�s the end of chapter three. Hearing voices...never a good sign, ne? I promise my next update will come slight quicker than this one, now that my workload has been starting to ease up (yeah, I started writing this at the beginning of the week when I had shitloads of stuff. Now it seems my work has tapered...). If anyone here is reading my other story, �Vegeta�s Pet�, I also promise that I�ll have the next chapter of that up this weekend, if not maybe a little later. Until next time, ja ne! ~Kuro-chan~))
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