FIELD TRIP THREE:

“Is…is…it going to hurt, Goku?”

“Of course not. I promise to be gentle with you. You know how much I love you, right?”

Yamcha nodded, eyes widened with blatant love and trust. He would gladly do anything for Goku. Even give up his life if necessary. “I…I love you, too…” He whispered shyly as he rested his head against the sweaty chest before him. He dared to place a light kiss upon the bronzed skin, shivering slightly at the low moan it elicited from the older boy. He could feel Goku’s erection nudge gently against his opening and he held his breath in slight worry. Oh, God! He wanted to do this for his friend. His only friend…but he wasn’t so sure. It felt as if it would hurt and he didn’t want to disappoint Goku by showing his naïve emotions.

“Yamcha…”

“Ooo…Goku…” His body trembled at the sound of his name whispered huskily against his ear. His fingers buried themselves into the strong arms, teeth worried the lower lip and he squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation.

“Yamcha…baby…you are going to have to relax. You are not going to enjoy this if you are as tense as a bowstring.”

“I…I’m sorry.” Came the trembling reply. Hoping that Goku wasn’t too upset with him, Yamcha tried to breathe evenly. This was the moment he had been waiting and hoping for, wasn’t it? He had practically begged Goku to take him and now the moment had finally arrived. His initiation into manhood and he would have had it no other way.

He watched through hooded eyes as Goku sucked on two of his fingers. Trying hard not to reach for them, he held his breath and hissed softly as he felt the wet digits slide into him. Closing his eyes, he sucked in the pain of the marauding fingers only to moan softly as it dulled away to a low wave of pleasure. As if Goku knew that he had succeeded in his quest to relax his partner, he withdrew and poised himself above the other. With eyes that sparkled with warmth, he leaned closer to seize the swollen lips in a slow kiss. His hands reached between their torsos to grasp the engorged flesh of Yamcha’s sex, beginning to stroke as he slid his thickened organ into the tight and waiting heat.

He swallowed Yamcha’s gasp of shock and pain in a kiss that was short of bruising. Burying himself to the hilt, Goku remained still and waited patiently for the boy to adjust to the invasion. Yamcha’s fingers dug even deeper into the flesh of his lover’s arms and it was taking all of his strength not to scream out at the flash of agony that seared through his young body. As Goku began to move slowly within him, he could barely hold back the tears that trickled out of his eyes. He wanted to tell Goku to stop. Wanted to tell him that he didn’t want to do this any longer, but the next thrust from his lover sent a kaleidoscope of colors flashing behind his closed eyes. He cried out softly and arched into the stronger body. Goku’s pace had increased and intensified and Yamcha felt as if he was being completely filled.

“So good. So damn good…” Goku began to repeat over and over again. Pleasure and desire overrode rational thinking as he pounded into the pliant flesh below him. He could feel Yamcha’s erection swell within his stroking hands and before long, something warm splashed against his torso. Yamcha had already had his orgasm and Goku hadn’t even gotten to his peak yet. Kissing Yamcha hungrily again, he released his lips and smirked, even as his thrusting pace increased. “Feel good, Yamcha?” He panted out harshly.

Yamcha could only nod, not trusting himself to speak. The dual sensations of finally releasing the heat that had rushed to the pits of his stomach and the feel of Goku still buried and pounding against his sensitive prostate was too much to bear. He wrapped his arms around Goku’s neck and sought for his lips blindly. Tears of happiness trickled out of his eyes as he heard Goku grunt and explode within him. Yamcha’s body thrummed with an energy that he had never felt before. It had felt like climbing to the highest plateau and falling off at a dizzying speed.

They both sagged limply, both panting harshly, trying to regain their breaths. Sweaty, young bodies glistened beneath the night sky and Yamcha felt like his life was finally complete. He tightened his hold around Goku and muttered softly against his ear.

“I will protect you too. I won’t let them take you away from me. I love you, Goku…”

~*~*~*~*~

“…Goku? Goku?!”

“Huh? Wha??” The spiky-haired boy shook his head rapidly and blinked at the concerned face of Krillen before him.

“Geez. You looked all spaced out and stuff. You okay, kid?”

Goku nodded and grinned. “Sure am! I guess today’s excitement is kinda getting to me.”

Krillen laughed heartily and slapped an arm across the sitting boy’s shoulders. “The excitement hasn’t even begun! You just wait until the race starts, then you will see excitement!”

They were currently at the tracks popularly known as The Devil’s Corner. The owner of the track was none other than Mr. Satan, one of the few multimillionaires in the city. Not only did he own the track, Satan owned several car dealerships and an Auto Shop of his own. Needless to say, his boys were the talk of the town when it came to the tracks. If it weren’t for Vegeta’s winning streak, Satan’s protégé would have been the one taking the top billing.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t Mr. Krillen and his band of riff raffs.”

Goku and Krillen spun around to face the burly man with black curly hair and a mustache that seemed to fill up half of his face. He was dressed in a silver lame’ suit that was quite distasteful and unpleasant to the eyes.

“And if it isn’t the devil himself.” Came the sour reply from the bald man.

Satan laughed out loud. “Oh, please. You flatter me too much, Krillen. Really you do. Now, whom are we racing tonight? Oh, yeah…let me guess. Vegeta again, right?”

“I don’t see you bringing anyone else new either, Satan. So, why don’t you just back off and leave us alone, okay?”

The large man puffed out a cloud of smoke from his cigar and grinned maliciously. “Why should I? We both know that this race is between the two of us. The other competitors are just in the way.”

“You got that right.” Krillen muttered softly. He spun around to face Goku. “Listen, pal. You need to go be with Vegeta…”

“Uh…I don’t think he needs me there. His last words exactly were ‘Get the hell away from me. I don’t need your help.’ Goku shrugged. “So here I am with nothing to do.”

Krillen rolled his eyes and began to make his way towards the pit, where Vegeta could be seen putting the finishing touches to his car. “Well, just stay away from Mr. Personality here. He will try to buy your soul if he could.”

Throwing a cold glare in Satan’s direction, Krillen walked away with a snort of derision. The millionaire chuckled and shook his head lightly. “That man never ceases to amaze me, you know? Who would have figured that just two years ago, he was a stinking nobody and just because he’s got that Vegeta kid, he thinks he’s hot stuff or something. I can’t wait to rub that smug face of his in the dirt.” He stopped his rambling enough to take a good look at the boy beside him. He raised an eyebrow and puffed out another cloud of smoke.

“Hey…are you related to that Bardock guy?” That ‘Bardock guy’ being a long time rival and a personal thorn in his side for years now.

Goku clenched his jaw and barely managed to hold onto the smile on his face. “Yeah…I get that a lot. Many people think I am related to him.”

“Uncanny, ain’t it?” Satan muttered. “I hear his wife and son died in a car crash years ago.”

Goku rose to his feet. He had no plans to hang around to listen to this. “Yeah. I heard that too. What a shame.”

“I bet if he got to take a good look at you, he might just make you his son or something.”

Goku narrowed his eyes and tightened his lips into a firm line of disapproval. Satan noticed the look and smirked. Nothing like getting his opponents all riled up before a competition. “Did I hit a nerve there…Goku, right? That is your name. Goku. Funny name there.”

“Yeah. Extremely hilarious. Just don’t wear it out. And now, if you will excuse me, I have a team to root for.”

Satan watched the boy walk away. His curiosity had not dissipated in the slightest. “Hey, Snakes, get your ass over here.”

A lanky man with wild blue hair stepped towards the millionaire with a small smile. “Yah, boss. You need help with sumthin’?”

“See that kid over there?” He nodded towards Goku.

“Yeah, I see ‘im. Whatcha want, boss?”

“I want you to find out everything you can about that kid. Where he lives? Who his family is? You get the idea.”

Snakes licked his lips. “He sure cute, boss. If I wasn’t a married man, I would jump ‘em bones…ack!”

Satan had the leery man by the scruff of his neck and pinning cold eyes on him, he spoke out calmly. “Keep your goddamn filthy mind out the gutter, Snakes and just get the goddamn job done, got it?”

“Ye…yes, sir. I got it, sir.”

He was dropped unceremoniously to the ground as his boss now had his attention focused on the purple-haired man that was now walking towards them.

“Ah! And here is my wonder boy for the night!” He embraced the passive figure tightly and laughed heartily. “You don’t look so excited, Trunks. What’s the matter?”

Trunks, considered the second-best driver to Vegeta, tapped the black helmet against his black leather clad thigh with a sigh. He brushed a few of his long purple locks away from his face, which, in turn, sent a group of adoring teenage girls in the bleachers a few feet away ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ in breathless adoration.

“I didn’t want to race tonight.” He announced softly. “I told you that I wasn’t feeling too good and yet you want me to go out there. I don’t like this.”

Satan kept the smile on his face, but his voice was now tinged with a hint of venom. “You don’t need me to remind you of what will happen if you don’t comply now, do you?”

Trunks swallowed tightly and cursed beneath his breath. “I will fucking get you back for this, Satan. You mark my words.”

“How many times have I heard that one?” He slapped an arm across the boy’s shoulders and pointed towards Krillen’s crew. “See those people over there? I want them to grovel at my feet, Trunks and you are the boy that’s gonna do that, got it? You must win tonight, you hear me? You have to win!”

The words didn’t quite sink into the driver’s brain, as his gaze had fallen upon the boy that was leaning against a post next to Vegeta’s familiar red car. Blue eyes darkened with interest as he watched the boy bend to pick up something. This caused the already tight jeans that he had been wearing to accentuate the curve of the tight rear, causing Trunks to shift from one foot to the other as his groin responded to the delectable sight. He watched Vegeta come around to speak to the boy and Trunks felt something akin to jealousy flare up within him. Were they friends? Were they more than just friends? And why was he acting as if he cared much? He didn’t like Vegeta or at least that was what he kept telling himself. The two boys didn’t really speak to each other. All talking was done behind the wheel and there had been no need to further the conversation whatsoever. Losing to Vegeta all the time was becoming too routine and Trunks was getting tired of it.

~ Why do I race? I race to survive. ~

He sighed and pulled away from Satan. Without looking at the taller man, he placed the helmet over his head and slipped his hands into black leather gloves. “I have a race to get to,” he said calmly. And without giving Satan another glance, he made his way towards the gleaming black Ferrari.

~*~*~*~*~

Piccolo sat back against the leather seat and placed the dark glasses over his eyes. He watched the lights and listened to the roaring sounds of the engines and cheers from the crowd. The sound of the phone ringing in the limousine sent him reaching across the seat to pick it up.

“Where is he?”

He listened attentively to the speaker and nodded in satisfaction. “Thank you. That will be all for now.”

He hung up the phone and rolled down the window. Just as he had thought. Kakkarrot was at the racetrack below the hills. The boy was beginning to get too comfortable in his role. The more people knew about him, the more their cover was sure to be blown.

~ What the hell do you think you are doing, Kakkarrot? You were supposed to be discreet. How can you be this careless? ~

“Driver.” He commanded softly. “Take me down to the tracks.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Bulma stuck the doughnut in her mouth and began to run down the street towards the familiar sign ‘Satan Auto Track.’

~ Damn it! How could I be this late?! ~

“Excuse me! Coming through! Whoa! Look out, now!” She bobbed and weaved through the growing crowd, only stopping as she leaned over a rail to wave to the familiar figures of the guys she worked with. “Hey guys! I am here!”

Goku jerked his head up at the loud yell, vaguely hearing Vegeta’s muttered curse that accompanied it. He watched the blue-haired girl bound down the stairs with a small smile.

~ Hmm…Vegeta’s girlfriend? ~ Although Goku seriously doubted that.

Bulma leapt over the rail and landed to the ground lithely, grinning rather smugly at the looks of disbelief that crossed the males that surrounded her. She walked over to Vegeta and promptly placed a light kiss on his cheeks, sending the men into guffaws of laughter and the recipient sputtering indignantly. Goku laughed along with the others, only to stop as curious blue eyes were now pinned on his visage.

“Hmm. Cute.” Bulma observed, as her eyes sparkled with mischief. “So, are you Vegeta’s boy…”

A hand was slapped over her mouth and Goku blinked in confusion as Vegeta pulled her away rather roughly. He could barely make out the conversation – if you could call it that – which they were both having. Vegeta seemed to have gotten his point across for Bulma returned with a sullen look on her face.

“The name’s Bulma.” She stuck out her hand for a handshake. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Goku smiled warmly and accepted the outstretched hand, shaking it firmly and observing the twin spots of color that filled her cheeks. “Goku. I am Vegeta’s apprentice.”

Bulma snorted. “Good luck to you. Having fun so far with Colonel Asshole here?”

Goku stole a glance at Vegeta, who was now placing the black helmet over his head, and shook his head slowly. “We haven’t gotten along that well. He doesn’t seem to like people disturbing him for some reason. Is he always….has he always been this way?”

Bulma nodded and folded her arms across her chest. “Yeah. Since the day we met. He has had his huge chip on his shoulder. Me against the world kinda attitude, you know what I mean? He has a good heart, I think. It’s just…I think he needs friends. But he’s too goddamn proud to ask for one.”

Goku frowned lightly as he felt something tug in his chest. What in the world…? First, it had been his wayward daydream of Yamcha and now was he actually feeling sorry for Vegeta? “No way…”

“Huh? Did you say something, Goku?”

The boy shook his head and laughed lightly. “Nah…it’s nothing. I was just thinking of the race.”

Bulma eyed the taller boy for a few seconds before tugging on his arm lightly. “Come on, thinker. Let’s go sit over there. We can get a good view of the tracks and watch the guys in the pits as well.”

Grateful for Bulma not being too nosy, he followed her obediently. They sat on the third row and had a perfect view of the racetrack below. The lights were now being turned on and the sounds of engines getting started as the drivers prepared to leave their pit towards their lanes filled the night air. Goku could feel a reluctant rush of adrenaline and excitement flow through him. There was something so powerful about being behind the wheel of a fast machine. He owned a Harley that he had bought on his own last year. The bike had been customized to his standards and he loved that piece of machinery to death. He could understand where Vegeta was coming from in his possessiveness over his Monte Carlo.

He spied Satan and his cohorts a few lanes away. The burly man was leaning into the window of a black Ferrari and was obviously speaking to the driver.

“That’s Trunks.” Bulma explained, noticing Goku’s gaze falling on them. “He is like the most beautiful boy ever created on the face of the earth…second to Vegeta, of course.”

Goku chuckled. “I’ll bet. He seems to have a lot of fans here.”

Case in point, a group of girls holding up a large banner with the words ‘Trunks is our god!’ written on it. Not to be outdone, however, a group of girls also had some banners out for Vegeta and although they were not as loud as the Trunks cheering section, they were still as visible.

“ALL CARS MOVE TO THEIR LANES NOW.”

“Whoo hoo!! It’s time to see some speed!!” Bulma yelled as she rose to her feet. “GO KICK SOME BUTT, VEGGIE-CHAN!! SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS!!”

Goku smirked as a gloved hand with the ever-wonderful universal salute of ‘fuck you’ was seen out of the car window. Bulma responded with a salute of her own, even as she laughed in glee. It was obvious that this wasn’t the first time this had been exchanged between the two.

~ And I am not jealous in any way. ~ Or aren’t you? The small voice at the back of his head taunted.

Gritting his teeth, he focused his attention on the moving cars. Vegeta had been assigned Lane 8 and the black Ferrari was right next to him. He stole another glance at Satan, who stood puffing away at his cigar. There was a smug look of satisfaction on his face and Goku was beginning to have a bad feeling about this race. He couldn’t afford to have Vegeta hurt. He would become damaged goods and they couldn’t have that.

“GENTLEMEN! START YOUR ENGINES!!”

Bulma was practically hopping now. She, impulsively, gave Goku a crushing hug, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Oh, I have a real good feeling about this one. I know he wins all the time, but this time, he will break the speed record! I just know it!”

The boy hugged back, rather automatically, as his eyes remained pinned on the racetrack. ~ Be careful, Vegeta. I don’t want you getting hurt. Do you hear me? Do. Not. Get. Hurt! ~

~*~*~*~*~*~

Vegeta licked his lips and caressed the steering wheel, with eyes narrowed into thin slits. All they could see was the never-ending black road before them. He was in tune with his senses. Each now heightened in preparation for the two or three hours of constant driving. He could sense that Trunks was by his side, but besides that…nothing.

~ I compete against no one. I compete for myself and myself alone. ~

He reached to adjust his rear view mirror slightly, only to blink at the image of Goku and Bulma hugging each other.

“What the hell is wrong with her? Jumping from one guy to the other? And what does he think he is doing? Why is he hanging out with a girl like that? They just met today for Christ’s sakes!”

~ And why should that concern you, anyway? ~

“Grr…concentrate. Don’t need the distraction right now.” He tightened his hands around the wheel and as soon as the checkered flag came down, all thoughts of the handsome spiky-haired boy and the girl with no tact, flew out the window.

~*~*~*~*~

Piccolo watched the cars speed by with passive disinterest. His main concern was currently sitting next to some bimbo and he could barely contain his searing jealousy. He sunk his hands into the pockets of the dark coat he wore and began to walk along the grassy slopes that separated the tracks from the bleachers. With any luck, Kakkarrot would spot him and then come over.

He lifted his gaze and pinned them directly on the boy and with a light wave, he motioned for Kakkarrot to follow him.

~*~*~*~*~

For a moment, Goku wasn’t sure he had seen correctly, but as he rubbed his eyes over and over again, they showed that the green-skinned man was still standing there waiting for him.

~ What have I done now? What the fuck is he doing here? ~

He licked his lips and rubbed slightly sweaty palms on his thighs. He couldn’t just sit there and pretend that Piccolo hadn’t called him. It wasn’t that he was afraid of his father’s assistant, they just hadn’t been that chummy over the years. He stared at the racing cars again. As predicted, Vegeta’s Monte Carlo was currently in the lead, closely followed by Trunks’s Ferrari. For the past ten laps, both had been neck and neck and the crowd had been going wild. Goku glanced back at Piccolo and growled softly. The man was still there waiting for him.

~ Alright! Alright! I am coming. ~

“Huh? Where are you going to?” Bulma blinked as she watched Goku rise to his feet.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him practically run and raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Hmm…must have been holding it for a while.” She turned back to focus her attention on the race only to glance back at the direction that Goku had run off to. “Hmm…I think I need to go to the bathroom too.”

And jumping to her feet, she dashed after Goku’s disappearing figure.

~*~*~*~*~

Trunks shook his head angrily. Satan was busy yelling into the microphone in his ear at the moment and he could barely hold onto the steering wheel. Having to stare at the annoying Monte Carlo’s rear for the past half-hour was really beginning to grate on his nerves and hissing in a breath, he swerved sharply, narrowly avoiding colliding into the wall.

“What do you want me to do?!” He finally yelled out in frustration.

Satan replied as cool as ever. “Simple. Pull alongside him and slash his tires with the damn blades. We didn’t customize that Ferrari for nothing, pretty boy! Now do it!”

“That’s cheating!” Trunks bellowed in fury. “I could kill him!”

“So what? You don’t want your precious sister killed now, do you?”

Trunks’s eyes widened and he gripped the wheel even tighter.

~ Bra. Oh, God. He wouldn’t! ~

“I…I’ll do it.” He muttered weakly. The image of his pale and lifeless sister on the hospital bed at this moment sent all thoughts of rebellion out of his body.

“That’s my boy!” Satan enthused with glee. “Now go win this race!”

~*~*~*~*~

Goku stopped a few feet away from the towering figure. His face had now returned to its usual cold features as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Well? Did you want me for something? Or are you suddenly a race freak?”

Piccolo did not turn around even as he began to speak. “You are becoming too careless, Kakkarrot. You are becoming too accessible.”

Goku shrugged. “Yeah, so? This is all part of my strategy, Piccolo. I do not remember ever appointing you as my chief adviser. Now, why don’t you go back to kissing my dad’s ass like you’ve always done.”

He never saw the punch coming. The sharp pain numbed his body as he staggered backwards in shock. He held a hand to his cheek and glared daggers at the furious visage before him. Spitting out some blood that had filled his mouth, he smirked coldly.

“What’s the matter, Piccolo? Dad not giving you enough in the ass? Or you aren’t satisfied with just sucking him off?”

This time, the punch that was directed at his face was caught neatly and both men stood panting and heaving in fury.

“Why do you insist on annoying me, Kakkarrot? Why can’t you respect me like I have done to you?”

Goku smiled coldly. “Because you are a jerk just like the rest of them. You all think I am some sort of toy you can fiddle with, right?”

A loud ‘ooh!!’ from the crowd, sent them both craning their necks around to stare at the action on the track. Trunks and Vegeta were now side-by-side and it looked like Vegeta was desperately trying to shake the other boy off to no avail.

“Damn it!” Goku muttered. “Get the hell off him!”

Piccolo sneered and withdrew his hand from Goku’s grasp. “Afraid of losing your next victim?”

“Shut up.” Goku walked away from Piccolo, his hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the Ferrari bump into the Monte Carlo again. “What the hell is he doing?!”

Piccolo’s voice came within inches of his ear, sending a reluctant chill down his spine. “I do believe that they are trying to out do each other, Kakkarrot. Just pray that nothing happens to him. Your father might not take too kindly to not having his most important good intact.”

“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t you go tighten up those pants of yours even further?”

Piccolo cursed and spun Goku around sharply. Holding onto the strong shoulders, he spat out coldly.

“I will take your insults no longer, Kakkarrot. The police are beginning to get wind of who ‘Goku’ is. Just earlier today, we got a report that Yamcha’s mother went to report you to the chief.”

“What?!”

“Did you forget to inject her with the memory serum?!”

Goku blinked and shook his head as if in a daze. “I…I did. I know I did. She was sleeping in the living room and I was sure I gave her a shot.”

Piccolo frowned. “Then perhaps it wasn’t a strong enough dose.”

“How the hell should I know?! I just give them what I am supposed to give them!”

Another loud cry from the crowd sent Goku pulling away from Piccolo again. What met his gaze sent him screaming out in horror. “Oh, god no!! Vegeta!!!”

~*~*~*~*~

Bulma had listened to the entire conversation with her hand slapped over her mouth in shock and disbelief. She pressed herself tighter against the wall, as if hoping it would bury her within its walls. She wasn’t really sure of what she was hearing, but somehow, Goku wasn’t what he seemed. For one thing, the green man had been calling him Kakkarrot and what was this thing about serums?

The loud cry from the crowd and the sound of something exploding, sent her racing out of her hiding place with the claws of fear gripping her heart.

“Oh, please no…don’t let it be him. Dear lord, no!”

But the announcement that blared from the speakers, confirmed their worst fears.

“RACE CARS NUMBER ONE AND TWO HAVE COLLIDED. PLEASE DO NOT PANIC, THE FIRE TRUCK AND AMBULANCES ARE ON THEIR WAY…”