#yamgeta

[ruuibos]

sawry but there's only one reason vegeta would be wearing his shirt....... 🌷🌷🌷

[vicquartz]

pov youre bulma

[planetjuliann]

Does anyone here see rhe Tien/Yamcha/Vegeta vision

[ponponpopcorn]

(runs away)

[suga-tae-jimin]

Tier list of ships !!!

[yamgetayaoi]

[tigirl-and-co]

@dballzposting i'm working on the fic but i also had to make this meme real fast. you understand.

[malaiz]

me @ ssj4 vegeta in a lime green jockstrap

[dballzposting]

Vegeta and Yamcha

YAAAY

YAMGETA 4EVER

^ Putting the banner even though YamgetaYaoiWeek was January 1-7 .. It is always yamgeta week

[flannelepicurean]

Except For the Cat

SWEET BEANS. It's YamGeta Yaoi Week!!! @dballzposting is hosting the mosting, let's get it roasting.

I had gone frothing-at-the-mouth hype about some YamGeta content in a "coffee shop AU" WIP that I have that's really more of a cracky meditation on corporate customer service hell, but like, "Thomas Ligotti's Rainbow Sprinkles" vibes (I hope).

Anyhow, there's a bit where Bulma and Yamcha break up, and Terrible Barista Vegeta is a li'l bit excited because he might FINALLY have a chance with that cute girl who comes in to get the smoothies... But then he gets hit with Scruffy Yamcha. Who used to be in a band.

And I said there would be slapdash art, so here's my rushed rendition of the best I can zip out what's in my head:

I'm gonna do some more work on it at some point. I have no fucking idea what that outerwear garment is. 😂 Is it a blazer? Is it a blouse? Did Bulma leave that behind? IDEK. It's slouchy. It's comfy. It goes with that purple V-neck "Let Them Out, Slut" situation. Yes, there's gonna be a wolf head on his belt buckle. He's a bit of a hot mess at this point in the narrative. But oh. He's gonna get WORSE. ◕‿◕ And by that I mean BETTER. He's gonna start looking in the back of that closet and pulling out those, "I used to be in a band," outfits.

Actual dialogue from WIP:

Vegeta: “...You really had a bad boy image? Were you, like... in a band, or something?” Yamcha: "It was more of a solo thing... Except for the cat."

And that's how Vegeta's panties get snatched by a desert bandit guy in a band with his cat, especially after they play a gig at the coffee shop. It's fucking ✨💖☕MAGICAL☕💖✨

[ruuibos]

yamgeta dump 🌷

[planetjuliann]

Idea for how Yamcha and Vegeta started hooking up: It was movie night. Bulma had somehow gotten Vegeta to join them. But halfway through the sappy romcom Bulma was like ouuughhh im so tried… Dont mind me boys I’m just sleeping early tonight… So then it was just Yamcha and Vegeta in the empty living room with the movie playing in the background and the lights dimmed and the scented candles lit and they were sipping red wine and really getting into the mood and… Well… You know what happened next

[regulus-regent]

🔫 //But it's a ki blast that Yamcha jumped in the way of

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The battlefield was a chaos of shattered rocks and scorched earth, the aftermath of a battle fought with relentless fury. Vegeta stood amidst the wreckage, his chest heaving with labored breaths. His body was battered, each movement sending a jolt of pain through his exhausted muscles. He had just vanquished a powerful enemy, one that had pushed him to the brink of his limits.

Victory tasted bittersweet on his tongue as he surveyed the scene. He knew there were still a few enemies left, barely clinging to life. He could sense their dwindling ki, but his focus was dulled by the weariness that threatened to pull him under.

A sudden surge of energy caught his attention. Vegeta's eyes snapped towards the source, a surviving enemy gathering the last remnants of their strength to launch a desperate attack. The ki blast crackled with lethal intent, and Vegeta instinctively braced himself. His muscles tensed, but his body, drained from the brutal fight, refused to move with its usual speed and precision. Time seemed to slow as he saw the energy sphere hurtling towards him.

In that suspended moment, a blur of motion cut through his vision. Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as Yamcha, reckless and brave, threw himself into the path of the ki blast. The explosion enveloped him, the force of it sending him crashing to the ground. Dust and smoke billowed, obscuring the aftermath.

"Yamcha!" Vegeta's voice broke through the chaos, raw with a mix of fury and fear. He stumbled forward, adrenaline propelling him despite his fatigue. He reached Yamcha's side, heart pounding against his ribcage. Yamcha lay on the ground, his body marred by burns and blood, but still breathing, though faintly.

Vegeta dropped to his knees, hands trembling as he reached out, unsure whether to touch or hold. "Why the hell did you do that, you fool?" His voice was a harsh whisper, the words catching in his throat. Trembling hands reached into the small compartment within his armor, taking ahold of the senzu bean before placing it against Yamcha's lips.

"Here, eat."

[yamgetayaoi]

Grooming

[flannelepicurean]

Vegeta, becoming a late night snack. 😏🙃😂

*plays ‘Campus’ by Vampire Weekend*

An awkward moment at Capsule Corp during the three year gap

[tigirl-and-co]

The Heart Lies Behind the Ribs

Hiiiiii everybody it is Yamgeta week, as decided by @dballzposting! I had considered this ship maybe once back in like 2014 and then never thought about it again. But god knows I'm such a sucker for this type of stuff, so I wrote a fic! Yippie!

This is assuming a pre-established relationship! I don't know how to write build-up, so you get a fic set in the stages of a relationship after they've already moved in together and have been together for quite some time.

Proofread, but still technically a first draft. Apologies for the clunkiness, but I wrote it in a fever pitch after being beset by the idea literally before I got out of bed.

Please enjoy!

The Heart Lies Behind the Ribs

"Get up."

Yamcha had been relaxing on his couch, watching Dirty Jobs and scratching Puar around the base of his neck while he napped on the man's lap. He craned his neck to look behind him at Vegeta, the man who issued the command.

Gently moving Puar off his lap, Yamcha stood up and stretched. At least four vertebrae popped. As he looked over at Vegeta, he realized the shorter man had his armor on. Historically? Not a great sign...

"What's up, man?" Yamcha had learned that it was better not to try to lead Vegeta in a conversation; he'd say what he wanted to say with or without his prompting. And to be honest, he didn't want to bring up the armor, just in case. Being able to play at naïvety hadn't worked yet, but it was bound to someday!

Vegeta fixed him in an icy glare, which stopped affecting Yamcha after he realized that's just how the man's face looked normally. "Go put your gi on and meet me outside."

"Wh-Huh?" Yamcha wasn't stupid. Yamcha knew that all this meant Vegeta wanted to spar. Yamcha didn't want to have his entire ass caved in by his superpowered boyfriend.

Or, at least, not on the battlefield.

He rubbed the back of his head in the way he knew Vegeta found cute. Maybe if he was cute enough he could avoid his fate. "Vegeta, I really don't think you'll get much out of training with me! You're like wayyyyy above me, y'know?"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes and wrinkled his nose in a face that once terrified Yamcha, but that he now found pretty cute. It meant Vegeta was trying really hard not to show what he was feeling.

"Tch. Idiot. Flattery will get you nowhere." He crossed his arms. "Besides, this is for your benefit. I'm sick and tired of you being unable to defend yourself!"

Instinctively, Yamcha put his arms out in a defensive/placating gesture. "I mean, I'm still stronger than most of what hangs around on earth... Unless more aliens show up I'm safe, and if more do show up, it's not like I'll be useful."

Vegeta immediately scowled, hard, looking almost as fearsome as the first day they met and startling Yamcha. "That's exactly the kind of attitude that got you killed by a damn saibaman! I refuse to suffer a mate so weak any longer! Go get your gi on, and meet me outside."

Vegeta stormed out the front door, and Yamcha could sense him standing a ways away from the house.

Suddenly, a small voice piped up from behind Yamcha. "I'm glad he's not evil anymore, but Vegeta can still be really scary when he's mad!" Puar had apparently woken up from all the racket and stuck his head just above the back of the couch. Cute.

Yamcha let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. "Yeah... But it's kind of nice, I guess. To have somebody actually worried about me like that." He let out a little signature 'Heh.'

Puar gave him a look that managed to mix both fondness and exasperation. "Hey, what about me? I care about you, Yamcha!" He smiled wider. "Anyway, you should probably go do what he says, he seemed really serious this time!"

Yamcha smiled back. "Yeah, you're right. Besides, I could use the exercise! A little training never hurt anyone."

"With Vegeta?"

"Hm. Yeah, true."

And with that, Yamcha shrugged and headed to his room to change. His gi was folded neatly into a drawer, at Vegeta's insistence. He hated mess, Yamcha had found out. He felt it was important to know where everything is, in case of emergency.

~~~

Yamcha stepped outside, tightening his belt. Vegeta was waiting back near the tree line, arms folded and as neutral an expression as the man ever gave.

"Hmph. Good of you to finally try training for once, Animal." It was a nickname Yamcha didn't care for at first, but over time he realized Vegeta meant it in a half demeaning, half complimentary sort of way. The same way he gave every compliment.

Sure it originally started as just another way to call him a lower lifeform and mock him for the wolf theming, but over time it morphed into a somewhat endearing term. Yamcha had heard Goten call people who were doing really well 'beasts' on occasion, and he figured it was probably the same sort of concept. Wild and cool. Untameable.

"I thought you might just crawl back into your den and wait out the storm," he egged on further.

Yamcha smiled back at his partner. "And lose out on one-on-one time with His Royal Highness? Wouldn't miss it for the world."

This drew a snort and a smug grin from the alien. The promise of training always brightened his mood, and his outburst from earlier was already fading away. "Always with the flattery..." Vegeta moved his feet into proper fighting position, striking a pose that showed him for the ambush predator he was. "It's not going to make me go any easier on you, you know!"

Yamcha braced himself, both physically for Vegeta's first attack and mentally for the hours of this ass beating he was going to have to endure. "Ha! Bring it on, you pampered prince!"

Oh, the things he does for love.

Surprisingly, the first two hours went pretty well! Vegeta allowed Yamcha to get a few good hits in, never dishing out more than Yamcha could handle. There was plenty of stopping so that Vegeta could demonstrate something, and then Yamcha could try it out.

Then it happened.

A kick delivered at just the wrong angle and at just the wrong place and with just the wrong amount of force snapped Yamcha's lower left rib.

He went down.

Vegeta knew what happened, he could pick up on the horrible sound of cracking bone as easily and perfectly as a pianist could pick out middle G.

It was what he was raised into.

The panic set in almost immediately. Vegeta had no idea what humans could survive. Saiyans could recover from almost anything that didn't directly stop their heart or lungs, but he knew humans weren't so resilient.

After he recovered from the shock he was at Yamcha's side almost instantaneously. Vegeta knelt down next to Yamcha, who was curled up in a twitching ball in the dirt.

He gently placed one hand on Yamcha's shoulder, and tried to get his other into the spasming ball of flesh, just below the ribcage.

"Yamcha, listen to me." Vegeta kept his voice calm, but there was no disguising his worry. "You need to uncurl. If your muscles spasm around the broken bone, it's harder to repair."

He heard that bit while he was in a healing tank when he was eight.

Slowly, ever so goddamn slowly, Yamcha allowed himself to be straightened out and laid flat on his back. Vegeta wasn't sure where to go from here.

Vegeta, still kneeling, desperately wracked his brain for anything he could remember about treatments on earth. Every now and again someone would come out to treat a player during one of Yamcha's matches, but it was the off-season. No one would be at the stadium.

Bit by bit, Yamcha calmed down as the pain subsided. He saw Vegeta at his side, face frozen in panic. It was a face he didn't wear often, and Yamcha was glad for that. He reached out his hand and gently grabbed Vegeta's wrist.

"Hey."

Vegeta snapped back to reality and looked down to see Yamcha smiling softly. "It's okay. I'm not gonna die." He released his grip and then patted Vegeta's hand. "It wasn't even one of the important ribs anyway."

Vegeta stared humourlessly and allowed himself to sit.

"How do I fix this?" he asked, both of them knowing he meant not only 'How do I help you?' but also 'I'm sorry.'

Yamcha wanted to let out a small chuckle of reassurance, but figured a broken rib would make that a bad call.

"You wouldn't happen to have a senzu bean on you, would ya?" He knew, of course that neither of them did. He also knew that Vegeta probably didn't know where the hospital was.

Immediately Vegeta stood up straight. "I can't believe I almost forgot about the damned beans!" He looked down at the man still lying in the dirt, eyebrows now knitted together. "I'll be right back."

"WAIT!"

Yamcha sucked in a sharp breath; yelling like that was not a good idea. "H-Hold on, man! You can't just go zipping up to Korin's Tower and demand some beans!"

Vegeta looked down at him, unimpressed. "And why not?"

Smiling up at his boyfriend and accidental assailant, Yamcha answered "Because you have to climb it first, or Korin won't give you any." He patronizingly flumped his hand onto the other man's shoe before continuing.

"Plus, you have to be polite about it, and I know you're not up for that!"

Vegeta scowled, but it seemed almost good-natured as far as Vegeta scowls went. Maybe it was relief that Yamcha was feeling well enough to tease him, maybe it was just the thought of a challenge making its way to his brain, but either way he seemed much more relaxed.

"I am perfectly capable of being polite."

The snicker that left Yamcha's lips hurt just a bit, and after he winced he cocked an eyebrow. "Even if Yajirobe is there?"

Vegeta sat back down, arms crossed, and refused to answer.

He looked at his mate, and let out a fond sigh. "We're going to have to do something about your rib."

"Yeah, yeah, in a bit. It's a really nice day out, though. Look at how blue the sky is!"

It was a simple ploy, one that wasn't even meant to fool Vegeta, more a sort of way to ask him to lay down. It worked, of course. Always did.

And so, the prince of all two Saiyans lowered himself to the dirt and laid beside his damaged goods. He rested his hand on top of Yamcha's and looked up at the sky.

"Hmph. I suppose it is an intriguing shade..."