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Puss in Boots	By : Johnnyjosh Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 8
- 9
Puss in Boots part 9.

By Johnnyjosh aka Zoicyte
Maxwell

Rating; NC-17

Fandom: DBZ, crossed with the
Puss in Boots fable.

Warnings; Yaoi, lime,
language, violence.

Couple; Yamcha/Vegeta,
Korin/Puar. (Don�t look at me like that! T_T You�ll see, just read!)

Notes; Crossover, OOC, AU,
TWT, general insanity. Yet another of
JJ�s Fabulously Fractured Fairy Tales *LOL*.

Disclaimer; Don�t own DBZ or
Puss in Boots, and am making no money from this.

Archive;
geocities.com/johnnyjosh/index.html
Others, please ask first.

And please, no MST�ing.

Thanks to Anubiset for beta
reading.

�Speaking�

*thoughts* also used for
Celera�s signing

~~oOo~~ Change of scene or
POV.

~~oOo~~

Korin
jumped up on the bed, sniffing the air. The odor of rancid pork made him recoil
in disgust. �Oolong,� he growled. �You bastard, you won�t get away with
this.�

�Oh no,� cried Puar.
�He must have known Yamcha is the descendant of the Marquis all
along!�

�Which means he also knows about the Prince being able to
bear children, and that he could carry the next generation,� Korin said, tail
twitching in anger.

�We�ve got to do something!� Puar cried, turning to Yamcha, only to find four very shocked
people staring at them.

�Did...those cats just start talking?� Roshi asked, face pale.

�Oh boy, here we go again,� Korin sighed, sitting down and
preparing to give them an extremely abbreviated version of the story.

~~oOo~~

Several minutes later, Yamcha woke up, groaning as he blinked
his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his brain.

�Uhn...what...what
happened?� He asked softly.

�Yamcha!� Puar
cried, jumping up onto the bed beside him and nuzzling his chin. �Are you alright?�

�I think so, just got a bit of a headache is all. Oh no, Vegeta!� He said, eyes wide as he sat bolt upright. �That thing...it took him,� he looked back
and forth from Puar to Korin. �That
was...that was Oolong, wasn�t it?� Both
cats nodded. �Well, what are we waiting
for? We have to figure out where they
went!�

�He said you were to go to your ancestral home,� Roshi
supplied, standing in a far corner, wringing his hands nervously.

�Then let�s get going!�
Yamcha cried, leaping out of bed.

King Vegeta immediately stepped forward, wrapping one arm
around Yamcha�s waist, as the younger man swayed on his feet. Bardok joined his lover, standing in front
of him, with his hands on Yamcha�s shoulders.
�I think we need to wait, come up with a battle plan,� Bardok frowned. �We don�t know what we�re dealing with here,
we�ve never fought this ogre before. I
don�t like the thought of just rushing in there.�

Puar and Korin looked at each other intently, then
nodded.

�But we have fought him,� Korin stated. �I think I know how we can beat him.� Everyone turned and gathered around the
large, white cat as he told them his plan.

~~oOo~~

Twenty minutes later, Yamcha descended the main
stairs. He was dressed in some clothing
Korin had selected for him, and carried the sword his father had given him just
before he died. Puar blinked several
times as she gazed up at her friend.
�That looks�� she trailed off, taking in the knee high leather boots,
worn over form-fitting black pants, topped with a bright blue tunic woven
through with silver thread. A wide
silver sash ran over Yamcha�s left shoulder, sitting across his chest, and a
wide brimmed, black hat, also accented with silver trim, topped it off.

�I
like it.� Puar padded over and sat
beside him.

Yamcha smiled briefly, pulling on a pair of black leather
gloves. �Thanks, but I don�t
understand, Korin, why was this outfit so important?�

�Those clothes,� Roshi said softly, staring at the younger
man. �They�re-�

�Very familiar.� King
Vegeta finished, frowning. �But I don�t
know why.�

�The outfit was your grandfather�s,� Korin said, startling
the King by jumping up on his shoulder.
�He had the outfit made for himself, after seeing the portrait of the
Marquis in the hallway. He decided he
liked the style,� the white cat chuckled.
�Started quite a trend with it, everyone had to have it after
that.�

�Ah,� Bardok smirked, unable to resist the temptation to
scratch Korin behind the ears. �I
notice something else. That sword, it�s
a perfect replica of the sword the Marquis has in that portrait.�

�Actually, it isn�t a replica, it�s the real thing,� Puar
batted at it with a paw. �This has been
passed down in Yamcha�s family for five generations.�

King Vegeta�s eyes narrowed as he did some quick
calculating. �Sounds about right,� he
nodded. �So, that is the real sword
that belonged to the first Marquis of Carab.�

�Excellent plan, Korin,� Bardok shook his head and
smirked. �With the clothing, the sword,
and Yamcha�s uncanny resemblance to his
ancestor, Oolong should be quaking in his boots.�

�Well, I hope so,� he jumped down off the King�s shoulder
and headed for the door. �But just in
case, we�ll be coming with you, so we can try to provide an extra ace in the
hole.�

~~oOo~~

The huge castle gates swung open, moonlight streaming down
into the courtyard, reflecting off the smooth coats of the two cats that
sprinted through the clearing. Three
men strode through the high, wrought iron gates, each dressed for battle. The
King, the General, and the Marquis walked side-by-side through the yard, their
steps almost perfectly synchronized.
The full moon shone down on them, its light glinting off silver and gold
thread, sparkling on the handles of swords, and gleaming in cold, narrowed
eyes, as the three of them headed for the market square.

Korin and Puar stopped in the middle of the huge square,
each cat beginning to glow with a bright, golden light. Moments later, where once stood two small
cats, now stood two huge dragons, one white, one black, both with shimmering
scales, huge wings, and wicked looking teeth and claws.

King Vegeta looked up at the two of them. �Amazing,� he said softly, staring up into
Korin�s glowing, blue eyes. �How long
can the two of you stay like this?�

�As long as we need to,� Puar said, voice deep and gravelly
as she stared down at Yamcha with large, red eyes. The black dragon flattened herself down, gesturing with her head
for Yamcha to climb onto her broad back, while King Vegeta and Bardock climbed
up onto Korin�s back.

Yamcha grinned, scrambling up onto her back, settling
himself at the base of her neck. �Wow,
Puar, I�ve seen you change into a human, but this is just...wild!� He chuckled. �This should frighten Oolong off for sure!�

�I wouldn�t be so sure.�
Korin growled. �Oolong can
transform himself too, as you�ve seen by now.�
The white dragon shifted slightly, mindful of the two men sitting on his
back.

�Yes, but there�s two of us, and only one of him, and I
don�t think he knows who we are just yet,� Puar said, an evil smile settling on
her scaled muzzle.

�Time for Oolong to take a trip down memory lane,� Korin
said, returning the smile, before flapping his wings.

The five of them took to the air, the wind from their wings
howling through the streets.

Yamcha grinned wildly, scooting up Puar�s neck, until he
was almost sitting on the dragon�s massive head. �This is incredible!� He
cried, snatching off his hat and gripping it in one hand as he held his arms
out, the wind whipping through his long hair.

�Hn...yes, incredible indeed,� King Vegeta grumbled,
sitting behind Bardock on Korin�s neck, arms wrapped tightly around his lover�s
waist as he kept his face buried in the younger Saiyan�s unruly hair.

Bardock snickered, eyes closing as the wind whipped past
his face. �What�s wrong, Vegeta?� He asked, voice belying his amusement. �Not afraid of heights, are we?�

�No!� The King snapped,
growling low in his throat. �But
dammit, if I was meant to fly, I�d have been born with wings!�

Yamcha�s smile faded as they approached the Ogre�s
castle. �It�s huge,� he gasped.

�Yes, it is now,� Puar growled. �It wasn�t that big in the beginning, but Oolong has been taking
slaves and forcing them to build up his home, making it nearly as big as the
royal palace.�

Yamcha snarled softly, one hand on his sword, muscles
tensed as they slowly descended. �This
ends, now...�

~~oOo~~

�You�ll never get away with this!� Vegeta howled in rage, struggling against
his bonds. �My father will come, he�ll
kill you, you little pig!�

Oolong growled and lunged at the prince, delivering a sharp
slap. �No one calls me a pig,� he
shrieked, stepping back and double-checking the chains that bound the prince to
the wall. The Ogre whirled around as he
sensed someone approaching. �So, you�ve
decided to show up after all,� he sneered, running out of the room.

He emerged through the large double front doors, striding
onto the balcony and looking up.
�What?!� He gaped at the two
large dragons bearing down on him. He
gasped as he saw the young man sitting astride the black dragon. �You!�
He roared, shaking a fist at the Marquis. �You will not take from me all I have claimed over the years, nor
will you get the chance to carry on your line and continue to threaten me! This ends, now!� He bellowed, transforming into a huge, black serpent, with large,
leathery wings, and two small forearms, tipped with curved, razor sharp claws.

~~oOo~~

Puar gasped, slowing in the air and preparing to battle the
creature. �Wait until he engages me,
then jump onto Korin�s back,� she said quietly, turning to the white
dragon. �You get the three of them to
the ground safely, then we can worry about getting Vegeta out of there.�

�But what about you?
You can�t take him on alone,� Korin protested.

�Then you�d best be quick about getting them into that
castle, hadn�t you?� She chuckled, then
tensed as Oolong streaked toward them.

�Incoming!� Yamcha
yelled, crouching down on Puar�s head.

�Now!� Puar cried,
tossing her head, launching Yamcha into the air.

The young man leapt into the air, landing lightly on Korin�s
head as the white dragon stretched his neck out. �Let�s go,� he cried, drawing his sword and pointing to the
balcony below.

Korin swooped gracefully through the air, ducking as Oolong
took a swipe at him with his long tail.
He descended to the balcony, hovering in the air several feet
above. �Jump, I�ll give you cover until
you�re inside the castle.�

King Vegeta, Bardock, and Yamcha dropped from Korin�s back,
rolling as they hit the floor. A split
second later, all three men were up and sprinting into the dining room.

�Vegeta!� The King
cried, looking around frantically for his son.

�Father,� came the answering shout, sending the three of
them rushing headlong into the family room.

King Vegeta and Bardock raced over to their son, grabbing
at the chains that bound him to the wall, only to be hurled across the room, as
bolts of white lightening shot from the chains.

�What the...?�
Yamcha stared at the two unconscious men. �Oh, no...�

�Yamcha, help me!�
Vegeta struggled against the chains, growling low in his throat.

�I can�t, Oolong must have done something to the chains, I
don�t think anyone but Oolong can touch them.�

�Very astute, my dear Marquis,� Oolong himself growled,
striding into the room.

Yamcha spun around and glared at him. �You!
What have you done to my friends?�

�Oh those weakling dragons of yours?� The ogre snorted. �They went up in a puff of smoke,� he smirked as he looked at the
King and Bardock laying slumped in the corner. �So, looks like it�s just you and me, just like last time,� Oolong
grinned maniacally. �Again, I shall
have the opportunity to wipe out you, your mate, and your children, all in one
fell swoop, but this time, I won�t leave any survivors,� he sneered, advancing
on Yamcha and Vegeta.

~~oOo~~

Two tiny field mice lay sprawled on the ground, moving
their limbs slowly.

�Nn, ouch...� Puar
groaned, rolling over. �Good thinking,
Korin, those fireballs would have taken us out for sure, if we hadn�t have shrank
ourselves down before they hit.�

�Yeah, unfortunately I didn�t take into account the effects
a fall from that height, at this size, would have.�

Puar chuckled. �At
least we landed in water, it wasn�t so bad.
But I don�t think I can transform again,� she sighed. �My energy is pretty much drained.�

�Hm, maybe we can try just one more transformation,� Korin
said, sitting on his haunches. �Tell
me, Puar, have you been able to transform back into your original human
form?�

Puar paused. �Yes,
I can do it, but for some reason it�s the only form I can�t hold for more than
a minute, at the most. All my other
forms I could keep for hours, if necessary, but that one,� she shrugged.

Korin smirked. �A
minute might be all we need, come on!�
He said, darting up the lawn toward the castle.

~~oOo~~

Yamcha grunted in pain as the ogre, which had transformed
himself into giant armored knight, punched him, the massive fist sending him
flying across the room, smashing a table and knocking over two chairs before he
crashed into the stone wall. He lay still for a few seconds, his head spinning,
as he fought to stay conscious.
�Can�t...give up now,� he groaned, slowly rolling onto his side.

�No, Yamcha!�
Vegeta cried, as the huge black knight slowly advanced on his
lover. �Look out!�

Yamcha heard a low chuckle, and knew the ogre was slowly
coming up behind him. *So, this is it, then, is it?* He thought, letting out a
soft sigh.

�Come on, kid, this is no time to be lying about!� A voice called out to him.

�Eh? Lying about,
am I?� Yamcha growled, raising his
head. �You try having that�� He trailed off as his eyes traveled up black
clad legs, a blue tunic, and up to a smirking face, which except for several
scars, was almost identical to his own.
�You...I know you,� Yamcha
rasped.

�Well, I should hope so.�
The Marquis gave his great-great-grandson a rakish grin, grabbing him by
the arm and hauling him to his feet. He
looked over at the Prince, and snickered softly. �So, history repeats itself in more ways than one, does it?�

�Wha...what are you talking about?� Yamcha asked, still dazed. His eyes widened as a tall, slender man with
wild black hair down to his waist stepped seemingly out of nowhere, and walked
up to Vegeta, laying a hand on his forehead, calming the prince slightly. �Who is that?�

�No time.� The
Marquis said, scowling. �We�ve got an
ogre to take care of, son.�

~~oOo~~

�Now, it ends...The title Marquis of Carab will exist no
more!� Oolong laughed, his huge
blue-black sword raised. �What?!!� He stepped back, eyes widening in shock as
suddenly there was not one Marquis, but two, standing before him.

�Well, you�ve got it half right, Oolong.� Smirked the scarred Marquis. �It will end, here and now,� both men stood,
swords drawn, lips pulled back in identical angry snarls.

Oolong let out a howl of rage, sword rising above his
head. �No! I killed you once, and I can do it again,� he shrieked, running
toward them.

Yamcha and the Marquis easily sidestepped the huge
knight. �What am I supposed to
do?� Yamcha hissed to his
ancestor. �My sword is no match for his! Not to mention I don�t stand a chance of
penetrating that armor!�

�We�ll think of something,� the Marquis answered
gravely. �We have to, it can�t end like
this.�

�Not again,� said the other man, who was still trying to
calm Vegeta.

Oolong spun around and prepared to attack again. �I won�t let you use such pitiful tricks on
me, Marquis, I don�t know how you�re doing this, but the original Marquis is
dead! I...Oh NO! NOT YOU!!�
The ogre shouted, as he caught sight of two familiar figures standing in
the doorway.

A tall, pale skinned man, with long, silky platinum hair,
and ice blue eyes stood glaring at the Ogre.
He wore white wizard�s robes trimmed in black and gold, which flowed
nearly to the floor, with loose, billowy sleeves, tied at the waist with a gold
cord. At his side stood a beautiful,
petite young woman, with huge violet eyes, and long, blue-black wavy hair that
fell nearly to her knees. She wore an
ornate blue dress that was cut to fit on the bodice, with tight sleeves, and a
long, loose skirt, trimmed with satin and lace. The dress was very high fashion, over a century ago.

�Yes, Oolong, us,� Korin said, his voice smooth and deep in
his human form. �Now you must deal with
all of us together.�

�It�s time for you to answer for at least some of the
suffering you�ve caused,� Puar said, her voice altered as well, much higher and
clearer than Yamcha had ever heard it.

�I...no, you�re...you�re trapped inside jewels, you can�t
have gotten free,� Oolong spun around
wildly, eyes flicking from the two Marquis�, to Korin and Puar. �No, I�ve destroyed all of you...how can
this be...how,� he whimpered, losing his concentration and reverting to his
small, pig-like form.

�Now, do it now!�
Korin shouted, pointing at the ogre.

The Marquis and Yamcha both rushed at Oolong with a primal
roar, swords cutting through the air and slicing him into three pieces, his
body hitting the floor with two solid thuds, dark red blood beginning to seep
into the floorboards.

King Vegeta and Bardock came to just in time to see the
ogre�s death, and watch as the chains holding Vegeta to the wall vanished. Both of them scrambled to their feet and
raced over to the prince, gathering him up and carrying the struggling, shaking
man to the dining room table.

Korin groaned, his body flickering and then starting to
shrink. Puar�s did the same a few
seconds later, and soon both of them had reverted to cats again.

�Korin? Are you
alright?� Puar asked worriedly, as the
white cat staggered slightly.

�Yes, I am, I�m just exhausted,� he said softly.

�Come on, let�s go and rest with the prince. Coming, Yamcha?� Puar called as they padded out of the room.

�Yeah, just a second,� the young man nodded, standing over
the ogre�s corpse.

�We did it,� Yamcha said softly, turning to his
grandfather, blinking in surprise as he found no-one behind him. He quickly looked over to where Vegeta had
been chained, but the mysterious man that had been beside him, was also
gone. �What the...where did they go?� He asked softly. He failed to notice the blue glow that surrounded Oolong�s body
as the ogre�s massive power began to seep from his corpse, the magic building
dangerously as Oolong was no longer alive to keep it in check. The energy swelled and gathered, dispersing
in a huge explosion that sent Yamcha careening across the room, this time almost
putting him through the stone wall, breaking several bones, and causing
numerous internal injuries.

The young man shuddered once, eyes rolling back as he
passed out from pain and shock.

~~oOo~~

Vegeta and his parents cried out at the explosion, both men
throwing themselves over their offspring to protect him.

�Yamcha!� Puar
cried, racing into the smoke-filled room, heedless of her own safety. �Oh no,� she whimpered, finding him on the floor,
head bent at an unnatural angle, as blood seeped from his nose and mouth.

Vegeta squirmed out from under his parents and raced after
her. �Yamcha!� He coughed, waving his hands to clear the
smoke. �Yamcha,� he whispered, falling
to his knees beside his unmoving lover.

King Vegeta and Bardock stood side-by-side, hands entwined
as they watched anxiously.

�Let me see.� Korin
said softly, padding over and nudging Yamcha�s chin. He sighed sadly, as he felt the young man fading fast. �Dammit, I wish I could do
something...�

�Yamcha?� Puar put
her paws on his chest, leaning down and licking his chin. �Yamcha, come on, hang on.�

Vegeta leaned down, stroking Yamcha�s cheek. �Wake up...please,� he whispered, his eyes glistening. �Come on, Yamcha, you can�t go now, not
after all this,� he looked around the room.
�Dammit, you killed that blasted ogre, got back your ancestral home,
avenged your family...� Vegeta stroked
the other man�s cheek. �You saved me,� the prince closed his eyes, hands
fisting in Yamcha�s tunic as he shook him gently. �Damn you, Yamcha,� he whimpered, breath hitching in his
chest. �You can�t die on me, not now! Please...�
Vegeta slumped over, forehead resting on Yamcha�s chest. �I love you,� he whispered, voice barely
audible.

Korin gasped as warmth flooded his body. �What...what�s happening?� He looked around, eyes wide as he suddenly
floated up off the floor, bright pinpoints of golden light surrounding
him. The points converged into a solid
wall of blinding light, causing the three Saiyans and Puar to duck their heads,
covering their eyes as best they could.

When the glow faded, there stood Korin, in his human form,
with one subtle difference from his previous transformation.

�Korin?� Puar
stared up at him incredulously.
�You...your staff, I thought you�d lost it, when...�

�I did,� Korin smiled softly, hefting the thick, wooden
staff. �It was destroyed in the battle
with Oolong, but it seems to have found it�s way back to me,� he looked down at
Yamcha. �Which means I can do something
to help our friend, finally.�

Puar and Vegeta watched anxiously as Korin began to chant
softly, setting the tip of his staff on the center of Yamcha�s chest. The white haired wizard began to glow with a
bright, blue light.

�Wha...what�s he doing?�
Prince Vegeta breathed, watching as the light began to transfer from
Korin�s body, to the staff, slowly making it�s way down to Yamcha.

�He�s doing a healing spell, a very powerful one too, that�s
one even I can�t do,� Puar whispered.
�If anything can save him, it�s this.�

All three Saiyans watched intently as the light flowed down
through the staff, into the new Marquis� chest, the blue glow slowly spreading
until it encompassed Yamcha�s entire body.

After several tense seconds, Yamcha groaned softly.

Everyone cried out in relief as his wounds began to
disappear, and his eyes opened, at last.

�Yamcha...� Puar
sobbed, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She pulled her head up, eyes wide, and dashed to Korin�s side as
the wizard slumped to his knees with a sigh.
�You did it!� She laughed,
leaping up onto his shoulder and nuzzling his chin.

Korin nodded.
�He�ll be fine, just needs a couple of days rest, as do I,� he said
softly.

Bardock and King Vegeta rushed forward, Bardock checking on
Yamcha, while the King helped Korin over to a sofa. �Why don�t we rest a bit, then we�ll all go back to the palace,
there must be horses and a carriage around here somewhere.�

~~oOo~~

�Here now, did we miss all the fun?� came a gravelly voice,
as old man Carvere limped into the room.
�Aw, now, look at that, I believe we just got here a bit too late.� He banged his staff on the wooden
floor. �Damn it all,� he grumbled, as
the villagers that had followed him chuckled.
�Well, then, seems you�ve managed to accomplish your goals after all,
young master,� he gave the prone Marquis his almost toothless grin, poking at
the pieces of Oolong�s body with his staff.
�The little bastard is dead, and you can reclaim your home,� he threw
back his head and laughed as he noticed the way the prince was hunched over him
protectively, holding Yamcha�s hand.
�So, it would seem history has repeated itself then.�

�Huh?� Yamcha
blinked, looking around at the amused smiles of the villagers. �What are you talking about?�

�Well, from the way the Prince is fawnin� over you, I�d say
you two are more than just friends,� Carvere chuckled. �You�re more like your great-great-grandfather
than you realize.�

�What are you talking about, old man?� Bardock demanded, tiring of the man�s
remarks.

�Well,� Carvere smirked.
�I�m talking about the fact that our new Marquis and the Prince are
quite cozy. Reminds me of the tales of
the old Marquis, and his mate, who was also a Saiyan male.�

�WHAT?!!� The
Saiyans, Yamcha, Puar and Korin shouted in unison.

The villagers burst out laughing, as Carvere
continued. �Yes, the Marquis of Carab
had a Saiyan male for a mate, why, Dante over there, his
great-great-grandmother was the man�s midwife!
Delivered all their children, she did, passed the story on to all her
children, and grandchildren.�

King Vegeta sat down heavily beside Korin, eyes wide with
disbelief. �You mean to tell me, that
people actually knew, and your ancestors...accepted this?�

�Oh sure!� Carvere
waved a hand at him, chuckling.
�Everyone knew. Why, for that
matter, everyone knew about your grandfather and the Duke, too!�

King Vegeta groaned, covering his now beet red face with
his hands, as Bardock snickered.

�There was talk about your father, but that never went
anywhere. Now you and that General of
yours,� Carvere grinned. �That�s a whole other kettle of fish.�

�What do you mean?�
Bardock�s head snapped up, his onyx eyes wide.

�Oh come now!
Everyone has been speculating for years whether or not Vegeta and that
so-called adopted son of yours, Raditz, who just happens to look like a tall,
long-haired Vegeta, were the products of a union between the two of you,�
Carvere chuckled, watching with interest as both men stuttered and blushed
furiously. �So, tis true then,� he said
quietly, a triumphant grin spreading across his face.

�Oh, leave them alone, you old pervert!� An old woman stepped forward and swung a
broom at Carvere�s head, narrowly missing him.
Carvere shouted in indignation, and both of the seniors engaged in a duel,
his staff against her old wooden broom.

Yamcha chuckled as he watched them go at each other. �You�d think those two were brother and
sister or something,� he sat up slowly, smiling as Vegeta sat down beside him,
pressing against him, arms sliding around Yamcha�s waist. �I�m glad you�re okay,� he said softly,
kissing the Prince�s forehead.

Vegeta drew a deep, shuddering breath, burying his face in
the crook of Yamcha�s neck. �I thought
you were dead...� He trailed off, voice
cracking.

�Shh,� Yamcha
soothed him, pulling the smaller man into his lap and stroking his spiky
hair. �We�re all okay. You, me, your parents, Puar,� he paused,
looking over at Korin as he sat beside the King, with Puar, still in her cat
body, curled in his lap. *How come
Korin�s in human form? * he wondered, before remembering the curse. Yamcha turned and put a finger under
Vegeta�s chin, lifting the prince�s face until they were staring into each
other�s eyes. �Do you love me, my
prince?�

Vegeta narrowed his dark eyes. �You can be an impulsive, reckless fool sometimes, Yamcha,� he
muttered, scowling. �But yes, I do,� he
ducked his head shyly.

Yamcha chuckled quietly.
�And you, Vegeta, can be an impatient, impertinent little brat,� he
ducked his head as the prince swatted at him, shooting him a glare. �But, I love you, too,� he breathed, leaning
forward and capturing his lover�s lips in a gentle kiss.

They broke apart as a loud cry sounded from behind them.

Korin was grinning, his arms wrapped around Puar, as the
petite, dark haired woman squirmed in his lap, laughing. �Look at me!� She cried, smiling at Yamcha.
�I�m human again, for real this time!�

Yamcha smiled back, his eyes growing misty. He suddenly gasped, blushing furiously as it
sank in that this woman had been inside the body of the cat whom had shared his
bed, sat in the room as he changed, sat by the rivers as he bathed... *I never
thought about it before, even after I knew about the curse, it just never
really sunk in that she was anything but a cat...*

Puar threw back her head, laughing loudly as she realized
where his thoughts were going. �Don�t
worry, Yamcha. I have been through that
with three generations of your family, it didn�t bother me, it shouldn�t bother
you, either,� she snickered. �Besides,
you were all good looking, so, I guess you could call that one of the perks of
being a cat.�

�Puar!� Korin
shouted, causing everyone to burst out laughing.

~~oOo~~

Six months later, at the
Marquis� estate...

Vegeta sat at the dining room table, snatching up anything that
was within his reach and stuffing it into his mouth, oblivious to the looks he
was receiving from Celera and Roshi, Korin and Puar, his parents, his brother
Raditz, and Yamcha.

�Is he eating for two, or ten?� Raditz remarked, effortlessly catching a potato that was thrown
at his head and dropping it onto his plate.
�Thanks,� he deadpanned, smirking as Yamcha snickered quietly.

The Marquis slid an arm around his mate�s shoulders,
leaning over and kissing his cheek. He
laughed as Vegeta merely grunted in response, continuing to stuff his
face.

Bardock and King Vegeta sat side-by-side, exchanging sly
glances as they pressed their thighs together under the table, and discreetly
held hands. Celera and Roshi sat at the
other side of the table, chuckling at the Saiyans� antics.

*So, we know all about Vegeta and Yamcha�s upcoming event,
when are you going to make your announcement?* She gestured.

Bardock and the King blushed, both men suddenly growing
quiet, staring down at their plates.

�Eh? What
announcement?� Roshi demanded. �I�ve heard nothing about any special
announcement,� the old man folded his arms and frowned, a bit miffed at being
left out of the loop.

�Well,� King Vegeta stood slowly, looking over his family
and friends before glancing at his mate.
�For several years after Raditz�s conception, Bardock and I took herbs
to prevent conception. But, as we were
not together for many years, nor did we think we would be together anytime
soon, we stopped taking them.�

�The reason we didn�t start taking them when we did
start...being intimate,� Bardock blushed slightly. �Was because we thought we were too old to have any more
children,� he dragged a hand down his face as silence, interspersed with a few
quiet gasps, met his words.

The silence was broken by Vegeta�s fork clattering to his
plate, as the Saiyan managed to swallow a large mouthful of food with some
difficulty, causing his mate to pat him lightly on the back as he snatched up
his glass of water to wash it down.
�Which one of you is with child?�
He rasped, between coughs.

�Ahm...well,� the King blushed slightly, reaching up and
scratching the back of his head. �Both
of us.�

Cheers and cries of congratulation rang out as everyone was
up and around the couple, all except Vegeta and Yamcha, who traded looks and
snickered, leaning against each other.

Yamcha nuzzled his mate�s hair affectionately. �Well, I must say, I couldn�t have found a
more interesting, and unique family to become a part of.�

�Oh just say it, Yamcha, we�re weird,� Vegeta laughed,
pressing tightly against him and kissing his jaw.

THE END.

*laughs* I know, I know, my
fairy tale happy ending again, ne? *chuckles* Well, what did you think? R & R!!

Johnnyjosh
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