Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ A Soft Breeze ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Severina 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 09.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 1.7K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: i don't own DBZ
Its nights like these that it hits me. The full-force of loneliness that drifts in off the forest floor with the spring pollen and sprouts of fresh green grass that poke through the dead leaves of fall. Feelings like these shouldn't be allowed in our house, miles away from any city. It's so clean out here; I wake up every morning and throw open the windows, the scent of pine and the damp smell of the nearby stream welcome me. But even the clean scent, the beautiful sun flickering through the trees when the wind blows, the singing birds and flittering butterflies can't make me feel less empty.
I shouldn't feel this way; I have everything that I ever wanted in life. I have a husband and a beautiful son who I love. But I'm still alone. I know the reason, of course. It's just hard to admit to myself. The reason is I never see my husband. The swirl of romance and love that I expected to define our life together has been replaced with the mediocrity of doing laundry and cooking. It's not the laundry and the cooking that bother me, all my life I wanted nothing more than to be a wife and mother. What bothers me, what makes me feel so empty and alone is that my husband is never around.
Goku. His name alone can send shivers of delight up my spine shivers that don't stop until they reach the roots of my hair. I fell in love with him the minute I met him when we were children. I just knew the minute I laid eyes on him that he would be the man I married. As I got older, the feeling became stronger. One look into his black eyes told me all I needed to know, that this man would be the only man I would ever love. I can't imagine loving anyone else. After what, 11 years of marriage? 12? My love is still as fierce as it was the day I married him, but that love doesn't make me feel whole the way it used to. Now all it does it make my body ache and my heart splinter.
I go upstairs to jump in the shower; I finally finished cleaning up the mess from Gohan's birthday party. The fight with Cell is tomorrow and everyone seems to be fast asleep, resting up for the big day. I know that I'm the only one in the house, Goku and Gohan have taken to sleeping outside with Piccolo now that it's spring again. Which means, yet another night alone in bed for me. I sigh and step into the stream of hot water, hoping it will warm me. I know that the bed waiting for me would be more than cold, even on this warm night.
It's so hard to love a man like Goku, when at the same time it takes no effort at all. I love him because he's so innocent. He never lost that piece of himself that we are all born with. It's the piece that we carry during childhood, the ability to believe in the goodness of everyone. For most people, including myself, one day we wake up and that part of us is gone. We grow up, life makes us jaded and bitter, no longer able to believe in the goodness of all people. Goku never lost that. He sees the goodness in everything, even murderers like Vegeta and Piccolo. He gives everyone a second chance, even when he shouldn't. He told me about the battle on Namek, he even gave Frieza a second chance, but it was no use. Frieza tried to kill him anyway. And through all these battles, he's remained innocent and carefree. I love him for it.
I said it was hard to love him and I meant it. He's been gone most of our marriage, off fighting or training. I guess I understand Goku is different than other men. He feels the need to fight for the people who can't protect themselves. And as noble as that is, I still can't help but feel neglected. It was different in the beginning, before Raditz came. Ever since Raditz, I haven't seen him much.
He was around in those first years, before Gohan and after. I remember that our sex life got off to a rocky start, I'll never forget the color red he turned when he saw me naked for the first time. Of course, I quickly followed suit when he took off his pants. Losing our virginity together was awkward, neither of us had the slightest idea what to do, but we figured it out. And I think that first time sort of set the tone for the rest of our intimate encounters. I knew it was going to hurt when he took me the first time, but I didn't know how much. I adjusted to it quickly, but when we awoke the next morning and Goku saw the spots of blood on the sheets, to this day I've never seen that amount of guilt in anyone else's eyes. For the next two weeks he was terrified of coming near me, he didn't want to hurt me again. To be honest, I was scared too. I didn't know if that was normal or not but finally we gave into temptation. The second time was wonderful and the fact that I didn't bleed gave him a piece of mind.
After that we were virtually inseparable. Goku's love is unconditional and anything I ask of him in bed, he'll do. He loves to please me in every way he can; he feels it shows me that he loves me. He didn't hurt me again until the night we conceived Gohan when he lost control and bit down on my neck. He broke the skin and drew blood. At first, the pain was almost unbearable, but a second later, as his tongue lapped the bleeding wound, I began to feel more pleasure than I had ever felt before. After we were done and he saw the wound, he was horrified that he had gotten that out of control. I don't think he's ever forgiven himself for it, especially since it left a scar that I have to hide with high collars. I'll never be able to explain why he bit me, and I don't think he will either.
Then Gohan was born, and we got caught up in being parents. There was no time for sex; we had to take care of our child. I guess that's when it began, when we went to bed too tired to even look at each other let alone make love. But I still had him lying beside me in our bed. That was enough.
And then Raditz came. It was the nail in the coffin of our happy marriage together. Goku died and was gone for a year, and then he came back only to get horribly injured in the fight with Vegeta. After checking out of the hospital he was off to Namek the same day, only to disappear in space. The day he came back, that boy was here waiting for him and since then it's been nothing but constant training, the heart virus and the hyperbolic time chamber. Only now, in these rare days when they don't train, is when I see him. And he's too busy to spend any time with me and too tired to make love to me at night. Perhaps after the fight with Cell...but...but I have a horrible feeling about tomorrow. I don't dare give voice to my thoughts; I don't want them to be true.
I turn off the water and hop out of the shower, my feet sinking into the soft mat beside the tub. I love the feel of the soft fibers on my bare feet, caressing my toes with every slight movement. Wrapping one towel around my body and the other around my hair, I head into my bedroom. The window is open; moonlight is slanting onto the carpet as a breeze tousles the curtains.
God I miss him. He's outside, probably snoring loudly by now, but to me he feels like he's a world away. I don't even need to make love to him, I just need to feel his arms wrap around my body and hold me close. I need to know that for one night, just one night, that I am the only person he's thinking about. No monsters that are waiting to take over the earth, no impending spars with Piccolo, and not even a thought about the trout in the stream he wants to catch. Just him and me. That's all I want.
I drop the towel from my body and untangle the one in my hair. It's a guilty pleasure of mine that makes me do this now and again. I love the feel of the wind coming through the window and sliding over my damp skin as rivulets of water run down my back and over my shoulders. It's like having a lover caress me. My skin dries, as I stand in front of that window, the sound of the crickets loud and soothing in the moonlight. From behind me I hear the rustle of sheets.
Its nights like these that it hits me. The full-force of loneliness that drifts in off the forest floor with the spring pollen and sprouts of fresh green grass that poke through the dead leaves of fall. Feelings like these shouldn't be allowed in our house, miles away from any city. It's so clean out here; I wake up every morning and throw open the windows, the scent of pine and the damp smell of the nearby stream welcome me. But even the clean scent, the beautiful sun flickering through the trees when the wind blows, the singing birds and flittering butterflies can't make me feel less empty.
I shouldn't feel this way; I have everything that I ever wanted in life. I have a husband and a beautiful son who I love. But I'm still alone. I know the reason, of course. It's just hard to admit to myself. The reason is I never see my husband. The swirl of romance and love that I expected to define our life together has been replaced with the mediocrity of doing laundry and cooking. It's not the laundry and the cooking that bother me, all my life I wanted nothing more than to be a wife and mother. What bothers me, what makes me feel so empty and alone is that my husband is never around.
Goku. His name alone can send shivers of delight up my spine shivers that don't stop until they reach the roots of my hair. I fell in love with him the minute I met him when we were children. I just knew the minute I laid eyes on him that he would be the man I married. As I got older, the feeling became stronger. One look into his black eyes told me all I needed to know, that this man would be the only man I would ever love. I can't imagine loving anyone else. After what, 11 years of marriage? 12? My love is still as fierce as it was the day I married him, but that love doesn't make me feel whole the way it used to. Now all it does it make my body ache and my heart splinter.
I go upstairs to jump in the shower; I finally finished cleaning up the mess from Gohan's birthday party. The fight with Cell is tomorrow and everyone seems to be fast asleep, resting up for the big day. I know that I'm the only one in the house, Goku and Gohan have taken to sleeping outside with Piccolo now that it's spring again. Which means, yet another night alone in bed for me. I sigh and step into the stream of hot water, hoping it will warm me. I know that the bed waiting for me would be more than cold, even on this warm night.
It's so hard to love a man like Goku, when at the same time it takes no effort at all. I love him because he's so innocent. He never lost that piece of himself that we are all born with. It's the piece that we carry during childhood, the ability to believe in the goodness of everyone. For most people, including myself, one day we wake up and that part of us is gone. We grow up, life makes us jaded and bitter, no longer able to believe in the goodness of all people. Goku never lost that. He sees the goodness in everything, even murderers like Vegeta and Piccolo. He gives everyone a second chance, even when he shouldn't. He told me about the battle on Namek, he even gave Frieza a second chance, but it was no use. Frieza tried to kill him anyway. And through all these battles, he's remained innocent and carefree. I love him for it.
I said it was hard to love him and I meant it. He's been gone most of our marriage, off fighting or training. I guess I understand Goku is different than other men. He feels the need to fight for the people who can't protect themselves. And as noble as that is, I still can't help but feel neglected. It was different in the beginning, before Raditz came. Ever since Raditz, I haven't seen him much.
He was around in those first years, before Gohan and after. I remember that our sex life got off to a rocky start, I'll never forget the color red he turned when he saw me naked for the first time. Of course, I quickly followed suit when he took off his pants. Losing our virginity together was awkward, neither of us had the slightest idea what to do, but we figured it out. And I think that first time sort of set the tone for the rest of our intimate encounters. I knew it was going to hurt when he took me the first time, but I didn't know how much. I adjusted to it quickly, but when we awoke the next morning and Goku saw the spots of blood on the sheets, to this day I've never seen that amount of guilt in anyone else's eyes. For the next two weeks he was terrified of coming near me, he didn't want to hurt me again. To be honest, I was scared too. I didn't know if that was normal or not but finally we gave into temptation. The second time was wonderful and the fact that I didn't bleed gave him a piece of mind.
After that we were virtually inseparable. Goku's love is unconditional and anything I ask of him in bed, he'll do. He loves to please me in every way he can; he feels it shows me that he loves me. He didn't hurt me again until the night we conceived Gohan when he lost control and bit down on my neck. He broke the skin and drew blood. At first, the pain was almost unbearable, but a second later, as his tongue lapped the bleeding wound, I began to feel more pleasure than I had ever felt before. After we were done and he saw the wound, he was horrified that he had gotten that out of control. I don't think he's ever forgiven himself for it, especially since it left a scar that I have to hide with high collars. I'll never be able to explain why he bit me, and I don't think he will either.
Then Gohan was born, and we got caught up in being parents. There was no time for sex; we had to take care of our child. I guess that's when it began, when we went to bed too tired to even look at each other let alone make love. But I still had him lying beside me in our bed. That was enough.
And then Raditz came. It was the nail in the coffin of our happy marriage together. Goku died and was gone for a year, and then he came back only to get horribly injured in the fight with Vegeta. After checking out of the hospital he was off to Namek the same day, only to disappear in space. The day he came back, that boy was here waiting for him and since then it's been nothing but constant training, the heart virus and the hyperbolic time chamber. Only now, in these rare days when they don't train, is when I see him. And he's too busy to spend any time with me and too tired to make love to me at night. Perhaps after the fight with Cell...but...but I have a horrible feeling about tomorrow. I don't dare give voice to my thoughts; I don't want them to be true.
I turn off the water and hop out of the shower, my feet sinking into the soft mat beside the tub. I love the feel of the soft fibers on my bare feet, caressing my toes with every slight movement. Wrapping one towel around my body and the other around my hair, I head into my bedroom. The window is open; moonlight is slanting onto the carpet as a breeze tousles the curtains.
God I miss him. He's outside, probably snoring loudly by now, but to me he feels like he's a world away. I don't even need to make love to him, I just need to feel his arms wrap around my body and hold me close. I need to know that for one night, just one night, that I am the only person he's thinking about. No monsters that are waiting to take over the earth, no impending spars with Piccolo, and not even a thought about the trout in the stream he wants to catch. Just him and me. That's all I want.
I drop the towel from my body and untangle the one in my hair. It's a guilty pleasure of mine that makes me do this now and again. I love the feel of the wind coming through the window and sliding over my damp skin as rivulets of water run down my back and over my shoulders. It's like having a lover caress me. My skin dries, as I stand in front of that window, the sound of the crickets loud and soothing in the moonlight. From behind me I hear the rustle of sheets.