Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Forbidden Encounter ❯ Grim Discoveries... ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I, Lady Valtaya still don't own DBZ, this story or Jenna… so don't sue me or I will give you nightmares about Dodoria in a thong for the rest of eternity!!!!!!!!

Author's Notes: It's me again, lemon lovers!! All the Chichi haters seem to agree that Jenna and Goku go pretty well together. Any Jenna haters care to dispute that with us?? LOL… Go ahead and FLAME if you dare… but remember, just as Yamcha hating is legal so is writing cruel fanfics about new pairings and splitting old couples…

Forbidden Encounter: Chapter 6

Jenna was awakened by music from her alarm clock early the next morning, but as she sleepily reached over to hit the snooze button, she found a very large, very muscular arm holding her down, but on top of Goku. She blinked a couple of times, in shock, having resigned herself sometime during the night to having dreamed yet again that he had come back. Then slowly, her memory started to show her images of the previous night, and she kissed his forehead. She smiled softly, studying the lines of his handsome face, committing them to her memory praying that after class she'd find him still here.

He growled a little as she tried again to reach the snooze button, his massive arm curling more tightly around her. She giggled, having someone to cuddle with rather than wake up to find him in the shower or simply gone was nice, but she only had 45 minutes before her first class, since this was her second alarm going off. She looked down at him and realized that she didn't want to go; she didn't want to leave him like this. She never wanted to leave him. Besides, his arm alone was simply too heavy and too powerful for her to move. He started purring as she sighed and lay down with him again.

She traced the lines and deep grooves of muscle in his arms with the tips of her fingers, watching them shift and contract with every move she made. His skin was very soft and supple like hers, but the muscles beneath it were huge, and beautifully sculpted. Her fingers wandered up his shoulders, across the vast expanse of his chest and down the heavy grooves of muscle forming the cage of his abs. She stopped at his navel and glanced at him speculatively, a mischievous smirk settling across her features.

Amazingly enough, he was still asleep, she arched one eyebrow curiously, then the smirk returned and she leaned down to let her lips capture his closest nipple. She rolled her tongue around it curiously, sighing softly as she felt it harden beneath her mouth. He groaned still asleep, and held her tighter, and she giggled, taking the hard kernel of flesh in her teeth and nipping it playfully. His hand slipped down to cup her buttocks and she gasped, bucking her hips against his hand. Jenna moaned sucking at his nipple, wanting desperately to have him take her again. She had been steadily getting wet again since she first saw him there with her, and he refused to let her move even to shut off the alarm.

She had a feeling he'd be the possessive type. But that was actually cute. He apparently liked her where he had her, and she liked being there too. She felt a little uneasy about skipping class, but there weren't any tests today and her big biology lab had been cancelled for this afternoon… it was only just this once... wasn't it? Besides, all thoughts of leaving vanished as he started to awaken to her nibbling on his chest; he slipped one hand down between her thighs and pushed his fingers inside. She arched her back, thrusting her hips against his hand. With a feral growl, Goku pinned her on her back to the bed and Jenna grinned wickedly as he prepared to impale her with the head of his arousal. There was a fierce, dark passion brewing in his onyx eyes but knowing she had put it there, Jenna welcomed it, arching her back and barring her throat.

Just the sight of his mark upon her delicate neck was almost enough to break down the last of his resolve to be gentle with her. He slid into her deep and barely controlled and felt her writhe, he knew she wanted more, but that she didn't understand how badly he might hurt her. Vegeta had once told Bulma that his instincts commanded that he be in control and that for her to push his control too far or worse try and seduce him while he was asleep was quite dangerous. Goku wanted Jenna enough right now that he had to summon his Ki just to remain motionless within her…. What had Bulma said Vegeta had done to protect her? She had said something about him sharing Ki with her.

Well, if it worked for Vegeta, Goku figured he didn't have much choice, Jenna was still trying to force him into her, and he swore softly, as he felt his control starting to weaken, with a savage growl, pure golden light erupted all around them, and yet she didn't even seem to notice, she was so intent on having her way with him.

He smirked, wondering if she would realize that in a way this was what he wanted too. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders as he finally gave her the hard thrust he had wanted to since the night they met. She gasped, raising her hips to meet him, her fingernails dug deeper and he cursed, realizing at least as long as his Super Saiyan energy held out, her body would not be harmed by his strength, but she was actually drawing blood! And he loved it!! Was that a Saiyan thing? He supposed he'd have to ask Vegeta about it later. But at the moment, Jenna's demanding moans as she tried to thrust against him and wanting to taste the mark on her sleek neck were too much to ignore.

He started to take her hard at that moment and Jenna cried out each time, her body arching against him and her nails savagely cutting into his skin. Pleasure and lust blinded him to everything but Jenna; all he could feel was her body, particularly her tight, liquid heat surrounding him, her inner muscles clenching trying to draw him deeper with every thrust. Her blood was like fire and ice at the same time, the sweet taste of it burning across his tongue, his mind, and even his very soul, inflaming his passion and yet quenching the dark primal need to taste every bit of her, be near her, and to possess her completely.

That he knew he was close to loosing control scared him a little, but Jenna was too thoroughly enraptured to notice, he knew her orgasm was imminent. He growled low in his throat, proud that he could give her this much pleasure so easily. Jenna groaned as she stopped moving her hips with his rhythm, instead, using her inner muscles to grip him tighter. Her gasps came faster and harder as he doubled the pace of his thrusts, he bit one of her nipples as she arched into him with all the strength she had. He felt her start to climax and growled as he tried to resist cuming with her, but as she shuddered beneath him, he made the mistake of looking into her burning green eyes and knew he might as well be downing in the depths of Namek's oceans. It hit him like a tidal wave of epic proportions, his release and a realization deep inside of him that made him certain he could never let her go.

" I love you, Goku! " She gasped, he barely heard her over the pounding of their hearts and ragged breathing, but he didn't need to hear the words to know that they were true. He was purring softly as he withdrew from her, pulling her partially on top of him so that she could lay her head on his shoulder. She was falling asleep again, physically exhausted by their lovemaking.

" I love you, too. " Goku purred, his dark gaze gliding across her face like a physical touch, possessive and affectionate, he watched her until he was certain she was asleep. " You're mine now, Jenna, forever… I think. "

And beside them, Jenna's alarm clock lapsed into silence, but the last few notes of a song Goku knew he'd never forget seemed to keep echoing in the stillness of the room as he fell asleep with Jenna in his arms again.

Chichi spent the longest night of her entire life, wondering what she would tell her sons and cursing her husband for his lies and for ever making her want to stay with him. She had been ready to leave him last year. She had started to pack her things the night he went to that damned party. That filthy old man always had such disgusting taste in guests. Martial artists indeed, more like a bunch of brainless idiots out to have a pissing contest. How dare Goku expect her to go? She was a princess, and a respectable wife. Hadn't she done everything she could to make him happy?

Wasn't she pretty enough? Hadn't she done all of his cooking, laundry and cleaning and this was how he thanked her for it? She put up with his constant fighting and training and even his DEATH once!! He didn't seem to care how deep her feelings went, and she wanted both of their children to be as smart as they were strong! That was what hurt the most… their children. She had given him two beautiful children and he has the gall to crawl into bed with a younger woman? A woman who meant nothing to him??

How ironic that the woman he had slept with a year ago would've been the catalyst that finally changed Goku into a family man? Now that she thought about it, she had always wondered why he had become so aggressive and where he had learned the things that he had done to her with his mouth and… NO! She wouldn't think of him that way! He had betrayed her and cheated her out of all her illusions of happiness and stability.

It burned her heart and her soul to think of him alone out there, she wanted to know where he was, if he was safe tonight… but he had probably gone back to her, he was probably with his little whore right now! The mere thought of it made her want to scream! What kind of a viper would do something like that? What sort of sordid person was this other woman? No, this, GIRL who would dare try to steal her husband?

She glanced at the clock next to the bed; Gohan and Goten would be home today. She had to get up. How would she explain this to them? How do you tell a 17 year old strong enough to save the world that his father has betrayed them and left? She had thrown him out, but he had betrayed them first. The bed they had shared for 18 years had never seemed so empty.

She still remembered their wedding night, spent here in this room, in this bed… It was so beautiful, even as she had given him her first time, she was his first too. Then afterwards, as they fell asleep holding each other, he had been making a curious noise…she frowned… it was like purring. She shrugged though, looking out the window, and remembered how it had snowed that night.

Large, perfect white flakes that when they had awakened the next morning had created a hauntingly beautiful scene of snow-covered forest and she had fallen in love with this house and its secluded beauty. Now though, instead of virgin snow, it was the dead barren look of fall. She shivered, never before had her heart been more thoroughly broken, more shocked. It was as if she were seeing her husband for the first time.

When they were married she had been so sure that they would be together forever. Gohan had entered their lives and she felt as if nothing could tear her little family apart. Then Radditz attacked. All at once her perfect world, her perfect life was shattered. Her husband was dead. And for over a year she had prayed and wept and desperately hoped that he would be back thanks to the Dragonballs. He was, but there was an even worse threat on the way. Vegeta… that one name made her shudder, remembering the way he had beaten the crap out of Earth's greatest warriors and still her husband let him go.

On Namek, as Goku struggled to recover from that vicious beating, Vegeta was again causing trouble, yet he also saved Gohan's life and got rid of many of Frieza's murderous warriors, but finally his own life was ended by Frieza himself. That the Saiyan Prince had been resurrected was a bit of an oversight by those making the wish, but even more amazing was that he had changed so much.

Vegeta would probably always be arrogant and unholy darkness still burned in his defiant gaze, but he was the only other remaining Saiyan and he too had stayed on Earth. But Vegeta was still here because of Bulma. Passionate, fiery and very, very dangerous, he was the kind of man that girls like Bulma would always go nuts over, then they seem surprised when they wind up hurt and alone. For a while now she had been waiting for the chance to say I told you so to Bulma, tell her that she needed a man like Goku… but the last time she and Goku had gone over to CC by invitation…They had arrived to find Bulma was curled up on the couch on top of Vegeta, she was naked, and sound asleep and the Saiyan Prince had given them a low, rumbling growl from deep in his throat. Shock had kept both of them quiet and his warning had kept both of his visitors well away from his beautiful mate. Needless to say, Chichi and her husband had not stayed long, but it was something that she had never forgotten.

A tear slipped down her cheek remembering that… Goku had been careful not to mention it, but he too seemed startled by how possessive Vegeta seemed of Bulma, he would fight for her, even die for her, if he had to. Chichi knew that had been a deadly serious warning in the midnight glare of Bulma's prince and she could only wonder what it must be like to be wanted… needed that way. Goku was a Saiyan too… why didn't he react that way when someone intruded upon a personal moment. The jerk she had married let all of his martial artist friends come over any time, any day and had even walked out of their bedroom knowing she wanted him to make love to her in favor of sparring? And even more insulting, he had the nerve to wonder why she hadn't let him touch her in two years??

" Mom? " Called a familiar pair of voices from down the stairs. " Mom? Are you ok? Are you sick? "

" No, of course not. " Chichi whispered, struggling not to burst into tears again. " I'm just tired. "

" Mom… Where's dad? It's Saturday, he's supposed to spar with us. " Gohan said quietly, pushing the door open so he could look in at her. The teenager froze seeing her tears, and one eyebrow peaked in silent inquiry.

" Gohan… your father is… well, he's gone. "

" What?? "

" Where did he go, mom? " Goten whimpered. " Can't we just go find him? "

" NO! " Chichi cried reaching out to grab her one of her sons with each hand, Goten nodded quietly, laying his head in her lap and crying. But Gohan met her pleading gaze with angry defiance. " Gohan, just leave him alone. He's not mad at you. He'll want to see you later. "

Gohan could see that his mother's heart was breaking, and he couldn't imagine why. She wasn't as angry at their father as usual lately, so why had things changed so suddenly? " Mom, let me go find him. I'll talk to him, whatever is wrong, we'll fix it, just like when I beat Cell, we're a team. "

" No! Just give it time… "

" He's my father and you can't tell me I can't go see him! " What had happened? He had never seen his mother so upset! It was scaring him. His mother was the strongest woman in the world!! It took a lot to make her cry, and this was showing all the signs of being something truly horrible. Was his father sick or something? The heart virus had sort of fizzled out…had it come back?

Zeroing in on the familiar Ki of his father, Gohan was gone before his mother could protest again. The city? At this time of the morning? Gohan raised one eyebrow curiously and concentrated harder, his Ki sense leading him to a nice neighborhood, and a nice apartment. Top floor… that window… his ki was so low he was either sick or asleep, Gohan could only pray that he was just asleep.

If he were sick it would be erratic and it wasn't it was steady and solid as a rock, he was asleep… Gohan bit his lip, remembering his mother's frantic warning to leave him alone. Who lived here? Certainly no one he could think of, so why had his father come here?

Floating up to the window, Gohan took a deep breath and hoped that there was a reasonable explanation for all of this. At the window though Gohan's whole body went dead and all he could feel was mind-numbing shock. Horror and disgust and anger… no that word didn't do this feeling justice as it tore through his heart. He couldn't even cry he was so shocked, his feet were back on the ground and he stumbled into a flowerpot, knocking it over he muttered an apology and bolted into the sky. He forgot that he wasn't supposed to fly in public and that he was too strong to let loose a ki blast blindly, but it seemed to tear from his hand with the same anguish as the cry from his lips. The blast sizzled angrily in the air as it let the earth far behind, its energy finally took out a distant planet making a fierce explosion and lighting the sky in hues of red and gold, but Gohan didn't notice, much less care. Because the only thing he could see through his tears was his father in bed with a beautiful red haired woman, they were both naked and he had his arms wrapped around her.

Hahahaha!!! I'm not feeling terribly compassionate at the moment… for Chichi… but for her one or two fans out there, she'll be getting a little here too before too long… but with who??????????? I actually almost hate Chichi… but I can sympathize with her, at least in here… but if Goku was mine I'd have a lot more use for him than something to yell at!!!!!!!!! That woman bitches more than Bulma does!!! And her husband is a lot nicer than Vegeta… maybe not in here, but definately in the series!! Anyway… Chapter 7's on the way soon too… More lemon?? HELL YEAH!!!