Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nine & half Weeks...DBZ Style ❯ Goku's problem ( Chapter 1 )

Author's Note: Is an alternate universe story, and the characters will be out of character! Also, be warned all Goku/Chichi fans, this story is not for you! It will only anger you when you read it, because of the pairing. I got a little bored so I decided to mix it up a bit and put Goku with the most interesting character…it's kind of like a 'what if' story, okay?

Thanks to Meliza Mac for beta-reading! ~_^

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z and its characters are licensed by FUNimation Inc. and owned by Akria Toriyama. Please do not sue me! >_<

9 1/2 Weeks… DBZ Style

Written by Gokusgirl

Part One…Goku's problem

It was almost two months before Goku was to marry Chichi, and preparations were well under way. The Ox King was busy finding the right chapel for the ceremony, while Chichi was already down to choosing three gowns for the wedding.

Since Goku was on orphan, his friends chipped in to help set up for the reception after the wedding. Of course it was going to be at Master Roshi's.

Through the last minute arrangements and pushing to meet the deadline of the fast approaching big day, Goku seemed worried about something. He really didn't want to discuss it with Yamcha or Krillin; they would just laugh at him. And Master Roshi was out of the question. He held too much respect for the old man, and he felt embarrassed to speak such things to his teacher. So Goku decided to confide in his life-long friend, Bulma, about his 'problem'.

Touching down in the backyard of the Capsule Corporation, Goku looked around for Bulma. He walked in the backdoor that led into the kitchen, and found Bulma sitting at the table eating a sandwich.

"Hey Goku!" Bulma shouted, happy to see her friend.

"Hey, I'm glad you're here," Goku said pulling up a chair. "Is anyone at home?"

"Mom and Dad are out to dinner," Bulma said wiping her mouth with a napkin. "What's up?"

"Well, you know I'll be married to Chichi in a month or so…" Goku began, as he scratched his head.

"…Yeah?" Bulma said, wondering if he'd continue.

"And I'm really nervous about the wedding night, if you can catch my drift." A sweat drop fell from his forehead.

"Haven't you and Chichi had sex yet?" Bulma said surprisingly.

"Oh, no! Chichi wants to wait…but you see, that's the problem." Goku stood and began to pace the floor nervously.

"What's the problem, Goku?"

"Well…I've never had sex before, and I don't want to end up not pleasing Chichi right. I need to know what to do. Can you tell me?" He sat down next to Bulma, looking quite serious. Bulma blushed at what he said, and remained silent for a few moments before answering.

"Well…can you tell me what you and Chichi have done?" Bulma queried.

Goku rocked back in the chair and thought a bit. "She's let me kiss her, and I've felt one of her breasts." Goku answered. Bulma's eyes widened. Chichi sure is frigid, she thought.

"That's it?" Bulma squeaked. Goku nodded, blushing. "Maybe you should talk to Yamcha about this…he could tell you how it's done."

"Oh, no!" Goku said waving his hands. "I'm too shy about talking about this anyways…can't you just tell me about it, Bulma?" Goku seemed to beg, looking up at her with those big puppy dog eyes. Bulma sighed.

"Goku, I can't really explain sex to you…it's really something you just…do."

"Okay," Goku said enthusiastically, standing up. "Then show me." Bulma's jaw dropped. Could he be that naïve? She squirmed in her seat, feeling an old familiar rush of heat between her legs, and she felt a bit nauseous about feeling that way about a man eight years younger than her, especially since that person was someone she thought of as a brother. But for just a second, the thought of being in the throes of passion with Goku sounded wickedly good. The only man she had ever been with was Yamcha, and she was beginning to get bored with their lovemaking. She wanted the taste of another man, just to see what it was like.

"Goku, I really can't show you…Chichi is my friend, and she would never forgive me if she found out. Besides, you only do that with someone you care about." Goku looked at Bulma, and he tilted his head to one side, puzzled.

"Well, don't you care about me?" He asked rather innocently.

"Yeah…but not in the way you think…"

"Well if you care about me, and I care about you because we've been friends for so long, then why can't you show me?"

Bulma groaned and stood up from her chair, shaking her head. "Goku, now you're twisting the words around…"

"Alright, if you won't show me then…Oolong spoke of getting some, what do you call it? …'Call girls', and they could show me everything about sex." Goku rose from the table and began to walk out of the kitchen but Bulma ran up with her arms outstretched, blocking him with her eyes bulging.

"Don't you DARE get a prostitute!" Bulma shrieked.

"Then what am I to do?" Goku asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Bulma could not believe what she was about to consider. But she knew that if Goku walked out that door, he was going to get himself into some deep trouble listening to Oolong's advice. She looked at the desperate look in his eyes, and he pouted like a spoiled child. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, making a decision she knew that would change their friendship forever.

"I'll show you." Bulma said quietly, her eyes on the floor.

"Huh?" Goku said, unfolding his arms.

"I SAID I will show you," Bulma said in a little louder, dropping her hands down to her sides. "But you promise me once we do this, you will tell no one, okay?"

"I promise!" Goku shouted, smiling brightly.

"Pinky swear?" Bulma said with a smirk, trying to humor herself in this stressful situation. She held out her pinky finger to Goku. His smile widened as he extended his pinky and wrapped it around hers, and they locked together tightly before letting go.

"Pinky swear," Goku said with a laugh. "Now…what do we do now?"

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Next chapter: The sweetest taboo…things heat up when Goku is taught how to kiss…