Hunger: Breakfast Time

Sequel to "Hunger: The Morning After"


"Vegeta, we really should get downstairs." My love can be awfully stubborn at times, especially when there's something he wants within his grasp. This time it was me he wanted and I was half inclined to give in. We had just finished showering (separately, otherwise we'd still be in there), when he got this idea in his head that we had plenty of time for another romp in the sheets.1 I had only gotten half dressed when he snuck up behind me.

"Do you really want me to stop?" Vegeta purred2, then continued kissing my neck, moving to the sensitive spot behind my ear.

"Aaaaaaah, damn you!" Damn him! He knows that turns me to jellow! My knees weakened and I slumped into his arms. His hands caressed my bare chest, one tweaking my nipple, the other moving for my half hard cock3. "'Geta . . . please . . ."

"Please? Please what? Stop? Or . . ." He grabbed my crotch, and none too lightly, either. I groaned deeply, betraying myself. "You had your fun last night, now it's my turn!" He began rubbing my cock with a forceful stroke through my gi pants.

"'Geta, not . . . ooooh . . . not now . . . the others . . ."

"Can go f*uck themselves."4 He sped up his pace. I was panting heavily and could feel myself reaching the edge.

"I can't . . . I'm gonna . . . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Great. I'd just creamed my pants.

"Shit, Vegeta!5 Look at me! I can't go out looking like this!" He snorted, how typical, then threw a pair of shorts at me. "My hero." I smiled despite myself. I guess it was his way of being chivalrous. We dressed then, finally, he in his favorite blue jumpsuit, and me in a pair of his black spandex shorts and tank top. I also borrowed a pair of sandals he never wears. The weather was warm anyway, and I didn't want to wear my boots while wearing shorts. How uncouth. I hid my clothes in his closet, hoping to retrieve them later unnoticed. My next task was to get downstairs and convince everyone else that I'd just gotten there. In the neighborhood and all that shit. But how to get Vegeta to go along?

"Let's go." Vegeta headed for the door.

"Uh, Vegeta? I don't think it would be a good idea if we both showed up at the same time." His eyebrow raised, evidently not following. "Or do you want everyone to know about our sex lives?"

"So what if they know? I don't care and it's none of their damn business, anyway."

"Listen, 'Geta. I don't know how it is with Saiya-jins, but with humans, same sex couples tend to be a touchy subject, especially when one of them is married and has two kids!" He blinked and for a moment I thought he hadn't understood, but then he nodded solemnly. "Okay, do you want to go first, or should I?" His forehead wrinkled in thought for a moment and I marveled at how cute he looked when he was thinking. I almost didn't hear his answer.

"You go. I'll wait." He sauntered over to the bed and flopped down onto it, stretching out languidly. His resulting pose just oozed sex and hormones and I almost jumped him right then and there. Again. I held strong, however. We couldn't get caught, not now. Bulma would have killed me!

I slipped out of the room quietly and slipped down the stairs, quiet as a mouse. I tipped-toed to the foyer, which isn't easy to do in flip-flops, mind you, and ever so gently opened the front door. I backed out and closed the door as quietly as I could. I turned . . . and tripped over Oolong.

"Ow! Dammit!" I rubbed my head as I regained my feet. Oolong gave me a knowing look, a smirk of mischief on his face and greed in his eyes.

"Well well well, look who we have here . . ." His harsh self-satisfied chuckle grated my nerves and I groaned in response.

"Alright, Oolong, what is it going to take for you to forget you saw me leaving here just now?" Knowing I couldn't avoid it, I decided to get it over with as soon as possible. I really hate being blackmailed.

"How much ya got?" The gleam in his eyes told me he wouldn't settle for chump change. I reached for my back pocket to see how much I had on me, hoping to stall. It was then that I realized that I was no longer wearing my clothes. Hell, I didn't even have my wallet on me when I came over last night!

"Nothing." His derisive snort only added to the fact that he was a pig. He didn't believe me.

"You expect me to believe that?" He crossed his pudgy little arms, giving me a stern look.

I sighed. "Look at me, Oolong! Do I look like I have any money on me?" I turned around, giving him a good look. I didn't particularly like having his eyes roaming over my body, but how else was I to convince him? "Where would I put it? This outfit doesn't exactly have any pockets, ya know." I ended my turn with my hands on my hips.

"Oh yeah? What about there?" He lifted his chin, er, snout, indicating my crotch.

"Oh, no! That's all me! I'm not even wearing underwear!" I resisted the urge to cover myself and tried to dissuade him of that ridiculous notion. The faint blush that crept across my cheeks may have helped. A wicked grin crossed his face.

"You dog, you! I didn't know you had it in you!" He laughed. I hate that laugh, but at least he was no longer eying my package.

"Heh heh, neither did I." I rubbed the back of my head, embarrassed as hell. My faint blush turned into a full blown flush, covering my entire face. "Is there any way else to keep you quiet about this?" My voice squeaked a couple of time, giving away my nervousness. The longer we stood out there, the sooner someone will spot us. I had to move quickly.

"Weeeeeeell . . . First, I want a pair of Bulma's panties . . ."

"What?!?"

"Second, I want to know all about it. Spare no details!"

"Uh . . ."

"And third . . . let's just say you owe me one, if you catch my drift." He rubbed his hands together, greedily. He had no idea what he just asked for. "Deal, lover-boy?"

I sighed, dejectedly. "Deal, but if anyone finds out, the deal's off! Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's go, I'm hungry!"


~*~*~*~*~


"Where is your father?!?" Bulma put down her paper in frustration, then began pacing around the room.

Uh oh . . . Bra thought. She knew that when ever Bulma used "your father" it was never good. It usually meant a fight between the two would soon follow. She stayed silent and continued to work on her breakfast, letting her mother vent.

"He should have been down here by now. What's taking him so long?!?"

"What's taking who so long?"

"Yamcha! What are you doing here?" Bulma rushed over and wrapped her arms around my neck, evidently happy to see me.

"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by." I said, returning the embrace. "So, how are my favorite girls? Snatched a boyfriend yet, Bra-chan?" I winked at the giggling girl as I released Bulma.

"Oh, Yam-chan, don't be so silly! You know Mama won't let me date yet!" I gave her a quick hug, smiling at the old pet name. She'd been calling me that since she learned to speak, and I found it rather cute.

"Ah-hem!" We all turned to the doorway to see a rather put-off Oolong. "Well? Isn't anyone going to great me?"

"Oh, Oolong. How long have you been there?" Bulma asked, surprised to even see him, to say the least.

"I came in with Yamcha, I'll have you know." You unobservant COW! Oolong thought as he made himself comfortable at the table.

"While you boys are here, would you like some breakfast? Vegeta hasn't come down yet, so there's plenty." Bulma offered, trying not to let her bitterness show at the mention of her husband. We both agreed, though Oolong was reluctant after finding out it was she who had cooked it. Bulma had just served them when Vegeta decided to grace them with his presence.

"Vegeta! Where have you been?!?" Bulma demanded. A grunt was her only reply as he headed directly for the fridge. She yammered on, but Vegeta just tuned her out, as did most everyone else. Instead of trying to stomach what Bulma had fixed, he rummaged around in the fridge for something suitable to eat, giving everyone a lovely view of his ass as he did so. I dropped my fork, his display surprising me. When he pulled back out of the fridge, he had a large assortment of meats, cheeses, fruits, and vegetables in his arms as well as a large salami sausage sticking out of his mouth. He plopped down where Bra had been sitting (she had snuck out sometime after Vegeta made his entrance) and began working on his meal.

You dirty bastard! You know I'm right here! Damn you! Now I've got another hard on, thanks to you! I glared at my beloved Prince out of the corner of my eye and tried to look nonchalant. Not that it worked. Vegeta had to suppress a triumphant smirk, knowing he had aroused his new lover so easily. Bulma thought I was irritated at Vegeta for annoying her so, as did Oolong.

The room fell into relative silence, the only sounds being that of eating and Bulma's fuming. I became increasingly uncomfortable, the way Vegeta ate some things only adding to my frustration. Oolong focused mainly on his food, not really caring about anything else at the moment. Vegeta, on the other hand, deliberately ate slowly and as sensually as possible. Bulma glared at him for this, thinking he was doing it to provoke her. After a while, she had enough and stormed out of the room, saying something about a project that needed tending to.

Left to their own devices, I decided to let Vegeta in on the blackmail scheme of Oolong's.

"He knows." Vegeta looked at me questioningly, then at Oolong, the only other "he" in the room.

"How much?" Oolong started to wilt under Vegeta's scornful stare, not at all sure of what was going on.

"Only that I didn't just get here this morning, but he seems to think he knows more than that." I crossed my arms as I watched Oolong shrink into his seat. "He wants three things for his silence." Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at the disappearing pig.

"Yamcha, what are you doing?!?" Oolong tried to whisper.

"Oh, you see, Vegeta knows everything, it's everyone else we want to keep in the dark!" I said as I reached down and pulled Oolong back up into his seat. "Now, what was it you wanted? Oh, yes! Now I remember!" Oolong began shaking his head and hands back and forth in a failed attempt to keep me quiet. Fat chance. "First, you wanted a pair of Bulma's panties . . ." Vegeta snorted, amused at the request. "Third is a favor held in reserve, and second . . . well, second you wanted to now everything leaving out no detail."

"I changed my mind! I don't want anything! I don't even want to know! I'll keep quiet! I swear!" Oolong pleaded, realizing that the clothes that I was wearing were, in fact, Vegeta's, leaving only one assumption in Oolong's mind. He also feared Vegeta's wrath and didn't want to give him cause to use it on him.

"How . . . considerate of you." Vegeta's words, spoken with such . . . evil intonations, sent chills running down Oolong's back, while having a different affect on me altogether. We both did, however, shiver visibly. Damn him! Why does he have to be so damn sexy?!? "Too bad you have to leave now."

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, right see ya later!" I'd never seen Oolong move so quickly. But now that we were alone . . .

"Yamcha . . ." Vegeta said in that devilishly sultry voice of his as he leaned towards me. Uh-oh! "Let's go train!" Oh, I had no disillusions about what he meant, believe you me! I also knew that he wouldn't let up until we finished what I had started, so with a smile on my face to match his own . . .

"Let's go, then."


~*~*~*~*~


"Wait, wait, wait! How did the four of you get piled up under that tree, again?"

"Tru~unks! Would you listen? Alright, this is the last time I'm telling this again!"

"Maybe if you re-enact it I'd remember it better." Trunks grinned slyly. Goten actually considered it a moment before it dawned on him what he implied.

"Trunks, you perv! I'm not gonna do that!" Goten also grinned as he shoved his older friend playfully. Things quickly evolved into a wrestling match.

"Goten! Trunks! No horseplay in the house! Take it outside!" Chichi hollered from the kitchen. Those boys were no better than little children at times. The two young men barreled out of the house laughing. As they passed the kitchen window, Chichi noticed that they were both half naked. "Oh I give up!" she said as she flung up her hands in exasperation, then slumped onto a nearby chair. It was going to be a long day, indeed!


~*~*~* Owari *~*~*~
(The End)


1Okay, I had snog, but I found out I had the meaning wrong, so I changed it. ^^;;

2Figuratively, not literally. I don't actually think Saiya-jins purr anymore than I do humans. ^_~

3To those who thought Veggie-chan was with a woman - HA! Had ya fooled! XD (like the thought even entered my mind . . .)

4It just sounded like something Vegeta would say. ^^;; Oh, and I don't feel quite comfortable typing f*ck. ^^;;

5But I am comfortable with typing shit. Go fig. ^^;;


A/N: If you're wondering why Yamcha just didn't go to the kitchen instead outside and back in again . . . he either wasn't thinking straight (*snerk*) or it was so Rosy (the robotic maid) could let him in and thus confirm his alibi of just getting there. Or both. Take your pick. ^_~ And Yes! This whole thing was a Yamcha/Vegeta fic! XD *evil laugh* What? I like that pairing! ^^ And look! I actually finished! ^^ I'm so proud! Now if I could just finish my others . . . ^^;; As for what happened after that . . . Well, for Pete's sake, people! Use your imaginations! That's what they're there for! ^_~

P.S. If ya want to know how Trunks knew who was with Vegeta . . . he didn't, not exactly. True, more than one person wears a red/orange gi, but not that many. Plus, it certainly stood out amidst Vegeta's stuff, so that's how Trunks knew he wasn't alone. It's also how he knew he was with another man, instead of a woman. The gi was too big for Krillin, so that shrank the options. The only way he could have known for certain that it was Yamcha, would be if he already had suspicions of Yamcha's feelings for Vegeta. Since I didn't say whether are not Trunks knew who it was, I'll leave it up to interpretation. ^_~