Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Journey ❯ The Other Side Of The Coin ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Journey
By: Vegeta's Mate
A/N: So I was reading over some of my old fics and the plot bunnie that bit me in order to write the first part of Journey bit me again. So I am sitting at my desk, writing yet another chapter of Journey. {sigh} Enjoy! B/G for this chapter, um...if the plot bunnie bites me again there will be more chapters to follow. ^_^
Chapter 3: The Other Side of the Coin
I stare at the phone. Did she just say that she hopes that we're happy together? There is no way that she knows how I feel for Goku. Is there?
I stare at the man lazing in my bed and wonder if he feels like I do. I have never told him of my feelings for him and, with him married to ChiChi, I never expected to.
But now I don't know what to do. Should I tell him how I feel just to have the two of them get back together, or do I wait and see where things go? It is un-nerving to have him in bed with me so I slide out of bed and pull on some pajamas.
"Bulma?" his voice is soft, almost loving. I turn to look at him and my heart stops, he is crying.
Never, in all of the years that I have known him, have I ever seen him cry. The sight of his tears are enough to compel me to crawl back in bed and pull him to me.
"Why are you crying Son-kun?" I ask as I wipe the tears from his eyes.
He turns his face to mine, "Just hold me." The sound of heart break in his voice is enough to tear me apart.
We stay like that for a long time, my hands trailing up and down his back, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his face pressed to the valley between my silk covered breasts. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our own misery.
Goku's head raises up off of my breast and he looks at me. "They are together" he whispers.
A frown mars my brow, "Who? ChiChi and Vegeta?" At his nod I feel my eyes go wide. "Are they fighting?"
His eyes soften and shimmer, "Yes," he mumbles.
"Oh, baby I'm sorry." I croon, threading my fingers through his untamed spikes. "Do you want to go and check on them?"
He shakes his head and his hand catches mine, pulling it to his lips and placing soft kisses in the palm. Heat spreads from the point of contact to roam freely through me.
"Goku," I pull my hand away. "Sweetie, you just lost your wife...you are not thinking clearly. I don't want you to regret anything." Saying those words almost killed me.
He recaptures my hand, "I just want some respite from the pain, Bulma. Please make me forget." he whispers against my palm, nipping lightly.
I close my eyes and prepare to do the one thing I never thought I would do in a situation like this, I have to tell him no. I can't bare to have him only once then give him up, but Goku has plans of his own.
Goku turns his head in to my chest and latches on to my left nipple. I gasp and pull him tighter to me, my thoughts of turning him away scattering before the rush of desire.
I hear the fabric of my silk shirt tear and feel the amazing heat of Goku's mouth as it suckles my breast. I try once more to stop him, "Goku, are you sure you want comfort this way?"
He stops and looks at me, his eyes answer me in ways that words never could. "I need you Bulma, I have always needed you."
My heart stops. He has always needed me? I feel hope blossom in my chest.
His mouth spreads molten heat through me, moving like a man starving to my other breast he pulls gently with his teeth and reason goes out the window.
I thread my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, demanding more of that mouth and the pleasure it brings. My pajama bottoms seem to vanish and the full heat of his body is bared to mine. I had not realized that he had come to my bed naked, perhaps it was his intention to make love to me when he came here and only now gathered his courage enough to follow through.
His hands are everywhere, lighting trails of fire along my skin. Has it really been ten years since I had a man in my bed?
He rolls me under him and situates himself between my thighs, he slides down my body to nuzzle his nose against my belly, softly kissing around my navel.
Shock fills me as my legs are suddenly lifted up and my hips are cradled in his palms, his mouth working over my center, his tongue darts in to my slit and I arch off the bed.
His name is torn from my lips as he pleasures me with his mouth. I am sobbing in agonizing pleasure when he drops my hips and surges upward.
His lips on mine as he slowly enters me, my body feels like it is being torn in half by the utter mass of him stretching and filling me. I feel complete.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me, my legs going around his hips of their own volition. He stays unmoving for a moment, sheathed to the hilt inside me. "Bulma?" his voice sounds strained.
"Yes?" my own voice rough with passion.
"I love you, I always have. I married ChiChi because you asked me to, I figured that I should become her husband rather than watch you from a distance and hope that you would see me." his hips rocked back. "I will make you see me now, you are mine." his hips surged forward filling me completely.
I cry out both at the depth of his invasion and for the years we wasted being apart. I hold him to me, hoping that I can speak my heart without sounding like an idiot. "I have always loved you, Goku. I never thought you could see me as anything but a friend. I urged you to marry ChiChi because I didn't trust myself around you."
Goku pulled back and looked down at me, "You love me?" at my nod he growled deep in his throat and thrust in to me again and again.
We loved each other through out the day and late into the night. Touching and tasting, experimenting and fulfilling every fantasy either of us had ever had. When we at last lay spent in the tangle of each other's arms did reality come to intrude on us.
A loud banging came at the front door, and once I dressed and staggered to the door, I found ChiChi and Vegeta standing together waiting patiently.
"Vegeta! ChiChi!" I exclaimed before I could stop myself. "What can I do for you?"
Vegeta sniffed the air and frowned, "I came to retrieve the rest of my things. Perhaps you and the baka can stop fucking long enough for me to get my stuff." he huffed crossing his arms over his chest.
I feel a biting retort building up in my throat, but I tamp it down; Goku and I were the ones who made this mess by denying our feelings for each other.
"Come right in," I say stepping back to let them in. I can not look ChiChi in the face, I feel like I am responsible for the years of pain and loss she had to suffer.
Vegeta stomps up the stairs leaving ChiChi and I alone in the foyer together.
"Can I get you some tea?" I ask, I'm not too sure of her feelings about the sudden swap of husbands.
"No thank you Bulma." she pauses then reaches out and pulls me to her chest, rubbing my neck soothingly. "I have known about the way you and Goku feel about each other since the day we got married" she whispers in my ear. "After we had consummated our marriage and he had fallen asleep, I got out of bed to get a glass of water. When I got back, well he was dreaming about you. He kept asking why you wanted him to be married to someone other than you. He asked why you didn't love him the way that he loved you." Shock and dread warred within me at her words. "He never knew that I had heard him, I always left him alone on our anniversary, he...he always cried softly to himself. He never knew that I wasn't asleep." ChiChi lifted my chin and forced me to look her in the eye. "If you ever hurt him I will find a way to kill you. He may not have ever loved me, but I loved him. Don't hurt him."
I was left to stare in shock as ChiChi walked out of the house, Vegeta was not far behind.
I watched as they took off together, the sight of those two broken people leaning on each other made me feel like the lowest scum on Earth.
I will find a way to make it up to them.
I have to.
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Vegeta's Mate