Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Comfort Where You Least Expect It ❯ Chapter 2: Goku's POV ( Chapter 2 )

Comfort Where You Least Expect It

Chapter 2: Goku's POV

Rating: R

Pairing(s): None

Warnings: A more…I don't know…. different…. Goku than your used to, lol. (OOC Goku!!)

Disclaimer: Don't own. Nuff said.

Bulma. Bulma has been the object of my desire for most of my life. Innocently, I mistook those feelings for gratitude and friendship. I will not say that marrying Chi-Chi was a mistake…because if I had not, I wouldn't have my sons. I can say that when I married her….I didn't know what I was getting into. Hell, I thought marriage was a fucking food!

The blue haired object of my current thoughts had walked right into me, wearing a towel and nothing more. I gazed longingly at her body for a few seconds and looked back up, only to put on my trademark grin.

"Hiya Bulma" I managed to say this, even as my desire grows beneath my battered and torn Gi pants.

Seemingly snapping out of a dream, she looks up and my with a strange look in her eyes.

"Oh, uh..hey Goku"

As she says this I imagine myself peeling that wet, flimsy towel from her body and tasting her creamy skin.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and go dressed…you can help yourself to the fridge"

I brighten up at the word. Fridge. Hastily, I make my way to the refrigerator and she goes up stairs. Deciding on eating half the fridge, by the time she got back I was sitting in my chair slurping some soda. I was sitting in that chair when she came down those stairs clad in a short nightie probably meant for Vegeta that barely covered her cute little ass.

MMMmmm. I can feel myself getting excited by this, the confines of my Gi pants becoming way too tight. Bending over, ever so sexily, like the vixen she is, she leans into the fridge to get something to drink. It seems as if she is in there forever, for it takes my to the limit of my control not to Instant Transmission over there and grind my hardened cock against her thong clad backside.

Rewind.

Since WHEN was I ever this horny!? NEVER. What is wrong with me? I know Chi-Chi died years ago and my body should be able to move on….but I would have never expected this. I growl primally, gripping the sides of the chair as I hold myself back from fucking her right there.

I close my eyes and shake my head.

She has a husband. Vegeta. Lucky basturd.

The aqua haired goddess turns around shrieks, pointing at me. I look around trying to figure out what's wrong when I spot my tail, comically swaying in the air behind me.

I didn't even feel it come back. Maybe I was too engrossed with the sight before me. I mentally shrug at this.

That's when I happened…

I felt something change inside of me…something snap…

I gave Bulma a lusty glare as I stood up as if something had come and taken over my body.

I quickly pinned against Bulma the counter, raising my head, sniffing the air with a smirk so uncharacteristic for myself. MMMmmm….she's so wet….I can smell it…practically taste it….

Vejitawoman: *cackles* and that's chappie 2. I hope y'all enjoyed it ^_^. Next chapter….Vegeta's POV

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