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CHAPTER 6:

Yamcha let the water flow over him as his mind roamed in tortured circles. Where in the world could Goku have gone? He couldn’t possibly have left to fight Trunks and 17 on his own. Goku would have let him know. Allowing the warm sprays of the shower to soothe his unsatisfied body, he began to slowly stroke himself, shutting his eyes as images of his beautiful lover floated through his mind. Moaning softly, he made his hands stroke faster, feeling the light drops of precum as it slipped past rapid fingers. Raising his hands to his mouth he tasted the salty juice and resting his head against the tiles he worked even harder. “Uuuhhhh…Gokkuu,” he groaned lustily.

“Yes, koi…” came the lazy drawl as warm lips suckled gently on his neck.

“G..G..Goku?” Yamcha asked in surprise, trying to spin around to catch a glimpse of the man he had been longing for.

Goku, however, would have none of that. Keeping Yamcha pinned against the wall, he ran fingers down the muscular back in feather light brushes, which made Yamcha whimper in desire. Bucking hips against the naked Goku, he pleaded, “Please, Goku…”

Goku ignored him as he continued his torture on his mate’s back. Goku slid his hands down between the taut cheeks and began probing for that weak spot. He licked the side of Yamcha’s neck, suckling and kissing with such a passion that little red marks were left on his skin. Yamcha arched, hissing between his teeth as Goku hit his prostrate and stroked with a thoroughness that made Yamcha want to cry. “Aaaahhhhh, Goku!! You are killing me!!” He heard the slight chuckle as Goku suddenly thrust into the slick heat, ramming Yamcha against the wall.

Bracing himself tightly, so as not to collapse, Yamcha screamed in ecstasy, his vision clouding with a kaleidoscope of colors so bright, he must have died and gone to heaven. “Oh, Kamiii!! GOKU!! Harder!!” Goku complied, pounding mercilessly into the pliant body. Cracks began appearing on the tiles as the two men panted, groaned and grunted their way into a mind-blowing orgasm. Grabbing Yamcha’s throbbing flesh, Goku tugged swiftly and watched hazily as a torrent of his mate’s juice splashed all over his hands and against the tiles. Throwing his head back, Goku squeezed his eyes shut and with a grunt came violently within his lover’s body. Yamcha trembled violently with pleasurable aftershocks, leaning back into the warm strength of his lover, only to feel his body run cold at Goku’s murmured words. “That was amazing, Vegeta.”

~ Vegeta? Bejita? ~ Yamcha’s head felt like it was going to explode. Why the hell would Goku call out Bejita’s name….except it sounded like he had said “Vegeta.” Turning around fully, he looked into the still dazed velvet eyes of his koi. He noticed the scars and bruises and felt his heart skip to his throat. ~ Kami! Did they do this to him? ~

“Goku? How did this happen?” He asked, running his hands down the bruise on his face. “Did you leave to look for them without telling me? I could have helped, you know. And…and…” he stuttered slightly, not really sure about asking Goku about the name he had called out.

“And what?” Goku asked, reaching out to pick up the soap as he began washing down himself.

“Well..you called me ‘V..Vegeta’ or ‘Bejita’. Did something happen out there that I should know about?” he asked softly, raising pleading eyes to the now expressionless ones before him.

“What? Did you think I went out tonight to fuck someone? Say Bejita? In case you have forgotten, koi, he is not here.” Goku replied curtly, spinning away from the other man.

Yamcha felt his own anger begin to rise. This was ridiculous. With an angry snort, he stepped in front of Goku’s face and looking extremely pissed, he bit back,

“Look here, Goku. I know you went out somewhere tonight without telling me. You must have gotten into a fight because…..well… for fuck’s sake…Look at you!! And then to top that all, you come in here, have sex with me and then call me ‘VEGETA!!’ What the fuck am I supposed to think?!!”

“Yamcha….I am trying to take a shower. I have had a long night and all I want to do is get some rest.” Goku replied, glaring at the angry man in front of him.

“I don’t fucking believe you!” Yamcha spat out. Not even bothering to get a bathrobe or a towel, he stomped out of the shower and began putting on any clothes he could find. Yelling back to Goku, he continued his tirade, “You are the most selfish, self-centered, son of a bitch I have ever met! I can’t believe we are still partners! After this whole fucked-up mission is over, we are quitting!! You got that Mr. I-am-too-good-for-anyone else!! It’s finished!!” Shrugging on his own coat, he stormed out of the hotel room, making sure to slam the door really, really hard.

Goku winced inwardly as he heard the angry slam and leaning his head wearily against the tiles, he wept silently.

Bulma stood in the living room in deep thought. It was strange. She had been trying to reach Chi-chi for the past hour and yet her best friend hadn’t called yet or replied, either. Something wasn’t right and she had a nasty feeling that she already knew what it was.

“AH!!” She screamed as someone placed hands on her shoulder.

“Kami, B-chan! It’s just me!!” Piccolo said. “What’s the matter you look like you just saw a ghost.”

“Piccolo….I think I need to check up on Chi-chi.”

“No way Bulma!” Piccolo answered gruffly, turning away and heading out of the room. “I told you to keep your nose away from those two. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But, Piccolo, she is my best friend and I think something happened to her.”

“I have told you, Bulma. I do not want you going over there. And that is final!”

“Dammit, Piccolo, she has helped us or rather YOU for a long time, and you can’t even make sure she is alright?! You callus piece of …”

SLAP!! Bulma’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at the fury in her husband’s eyes. Holding her cheeks in horror, she backed away slowly from the stranger before her.

Piccolo’s eyes softened as he noticed the tears roll down her cheeks. “I am sorry, B-chan, but you cannot go. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” He tried to approach her, but Bulma flinched and turned away reaching out for her car keys.

“I am going to find her, Piccolo.” She said coldly. “And please do not try to stop me.” And without looking back, she walked out of the house.

Yamcha stuck his hands deep into his pockets and ignored the cheerful sounds of the laughing, carol singing people. He felt anything but cheerful at the moment. He felt stupid, angry and most importantly, hurt. Swallowing back the tears that threatened to fall he shook his head and reprimanded himself sharply, “Kuso! Yamcha, get a grip on yourself. I was doing fine without him before and I can continue without him. I don’t need him at all.” ~Yeah, right!~

He turned suddenly as he spied the police cars and flashing lights from a nearby bar. People were chattering excitedly as several reporters were even on the scene. Yamcha walked through the crowd, listening to bits and pieces of the conversation. Walking up to two men who looked English, he asked them conversationally,

“So what happened here?”

“Where have you been, man?” one of the men answered loudly. “Couple of cats walked into the bar and started fighting it out, man. Dude, it was wild! I coulda sworn one of them looked like one of those mob dudes, you know…”

“Yeah! One of them looked like those big wrestling dudes!” the second man continued. “And they had like guns and everything….”

“Did the police arrest anyone?” Yamcha asked, cutting in sharply.

“Nah…seems like they all just vanished into thin air or something. Dude! I have never seen anything like that before….”

Yamcha had heard enough. Nodding and smiling quickly, he began walking briskly out of the crowd. He knew this was where Goku must have been. He walked aimlessly, his mind racing a mile a minute. If 17, Trunks and Radditz had escaped, they could be anywhere right now. Glancing around him in awareness, he cursed himself for not bringing his gun along.

~ Got to get me a cab. I have to get back to the hotel room. ~

Raising his hands for a taxi, his eyebrows shot up as a car seemed to drive out from nowhere and stopped in front of him. The windows rolled down and Yamcha found himself staring into amused, obsidian eyes. ~ That face! It looks just like….~

“Come on in, Yamcha.” Vegeta drawled lazily, opening the doors for the astonished man. “I promise I won’t bite. I have a way to help you and I am sure you can help me, too.”

Knowing that this broke every rule in the fucking book for him, Yamcha found himself entering the car. Turning around to stare at the man next to him, he asked steadily,

“So, how can you help me?”

Bulma squinted her eyes. She could barely see the road as the rain pelted down heavily. ~ Chikuso! I will never get there at this rate. ~ The road was slippery to boot and it was taking her extra concentration just to keep herself straight.

She had unplugged her cell phone, so as not to listen to Piccolo, no doubt calling her. The last thing she wanted to hear was that man’s voice. Seething in dull fury, she thought of how heartless and cruel he could be, sometimes. Plagued by these thoughts, she never noticed the car that was driving too close to her bumper.

“OUCH!” she screamed as her car was bumped sharply from behind. Losing control of the wheel a bit, she gripped it tightly and gritted her teeth. Looking at her rear-view mirror, all she could see were headlights that remained stuck on her tail. Moving over to the next lane, she noticed that the car followed her movement as well and to her shock/surprise bumped into her again. Jerking forward, she hissed, as fear began crawling down her spine.

She looked at the other cars in front of her. They all seemed to be crawling. ~ Must move faster! ~ She thought frantically. Pushing her feet hard against the brakes, she swerved past the crawling van, nearly colliding into another one on the next lane. Straightening her wheels, she struggled to control the spin on the slippery street. Horns blared and drivers cursed as the woman began increasing her speed at an alarming rate.

Raising wild eyes to the mirror again, she saw with mounting horror the car gaining up on her. ~ Kuso! What is this?! ~ She began searching frantically for her cell-phone. She had to call Piccolo. Someone was obviously after her. In her haste, she knocked her handbag off the passenger seat and watched in dismay as everything clattered to the floor. Not looking at her destination, she finally jerked her head up as she saw herself approaching a large sixteen-wheeler.

“OH NO!!” she screamed, rotating her steering wheel with such speed that she caused the Sedan she was driving, to run itself off the road and collide against the roadside barricades. Her car stalled, as it balanced precariously against the steep descent down to the murky depths of the swamp, below. Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she refused to breathe, as she realized that any slight movement could cause her to fall off the cliff.

~ I cannot die like this. I refuse to die like this! ~ She wondered why no one was trying to help her. Thoughts of her life flashed before her eyes as she began contemplating on how her death was suddenly so imminent. ~ Oh Piccolo! I loved you so. ~ A knock on the window, caused her to jerk out of her reverie. Turning relieved eyes, as she thought of being rescued, her eyes widened in shock and horror, as she saw familiar ones stare back at her coldly.

“Oh Kami no…It…It…. can’t be you…” she managed to whisper, as she plunged down into the dark, murky depths of death.

A/N: Man! I seem to enjoy killing them off, don’t I?