Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nine & half Weeks...DBZ Style ❯ After The Lesson Is Learned... ( Chapter 4 )

Once again, this is an alternate universe story and the characters may seem OOC, and from the rating that should tell you that this story contains very explicit descriptions of sex, so huge lemon alert, readers beware!

Thanks to Meliza Mac for beta-reading!

9 1/2 Weeks… DBZ Style

Written by Gokusgirl

Part Four: After the lesson is learned…

Bulma awoke, her eyelids still heavy with sleep. Lying on her side, she had one arm under her pillow, hugging it tightly. She yawned lightly, trying to regain her train of thought as she focused on the clock that sat on her nightstand. 11:30 PM…had she been in bed all evening? She laid her head back onto the pillows, snuggling in, deciding that since she'd slept this long, she might as well continue. Then she felt the presence of another person in bed with her. Panic swept through her as she gasped, her eyes widening. The person behind her stirred, moving closer to her. Wrapping his thick strong arm across her waist, the person pulled her closer to him. Then it suddenly came to her, she recollected the past hour's events: she had just slept with her best friend, Goku.

Not completely turning her head to look at him, she looked out the corner of her eye to find him still sound asleep, his mouth slightly opened, taking slow, shallow breaths. He looks just as peaceful asleep as awake, Bulma thought.

Then another notion swept through her mind…what had she done? A wave of nausea and regret bubbled in the pit of her stomach as she reminisced about the last couple of hours. He was so scared of what they were doing at first, but Goku all at once caught on, giving her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. She couldn't believe how lustful she had acted, her body on fire as it took over, taking his purity from him, robbing him of something she could never return.

And weren't they on the floor at first? How did they end up back in bed? She then remembered that after the second (or was it the third) time he took her, with the last bit of energy he had left, he scooped her up and put her in bed, and he clumsily climbed in behind her, covering both of them with a warm blanket. And Kami…he spooned her! Yamcha would turn over and sometimes push her away after a bout of sex, but Goku cuddled close to her, pulling her to his chest, his breath tickling the back of her neck, his body melting into hers. The warmth of his body lulled her fast asleep, the best rest she'd had in years. Bulma sighed, wishing Yamcha could be that wonderful.

And oh, how Goku marveled at her body! Yamcha hardly ever paid attention to her naked; he was always working too hard to achieve his own release, and then would roll off, leaving her totally unfulfilled. She couldn't begin to count the numerous nights she cried herself to sleep, wondering what was wrong with her, why did he treat her like a toad. But Goku…he worshiped every inch of her, running his hands ever so carefully across her skin, astonished at its curves and smoothness, and how she reacted to each touch. He even went as far to comment one time as he rubbed her feet that she had the 'prettiest little toes'. It felt good to be put on a pedestal, even if it was only for a short time.

Bulma felt Goku stretch, starting to wake up. She tensed and grew silent, hoping he would sense she was asleep. Then he would break their embrace, and roll over. But no such luck. Goku tightened his arms around her, his mouth now pressed against the back of her neck. She let out a raspy breath, and bit her lip, hating herself for feeling this good when he touched her.

He began to purr lightly as he inhaled her scent, and she felt his hips shift a little, his well-aroused member rubbing up against her backside. Bulma instinctively began to push her rear back against him, kicking herself mentally. Why did she do that? Did she want him again?

His hand that was draped over her waist slid down the side of her hip, and she rolled over a little, just enough so he could glide his fingers between her legs. She bit back a moan when she felt his hands touch her tender folds, sliding between them, stroking and rolling her clit with his fingers. He would occasionally dip two fingers inside her, and then pull them all the way out and rub her juices on her hardening clit, just to heighten the pleasure. Then he would dive back in, all the way up to his knuckles. Even though they never spoke a word…their bodies told a whole different story. Bulma spread her legs wider, giving him more excess to probe her deeper. He continued to grind his hips, his erection tugging at her side, piercing it lightly. Their once steady breathing was now turning into soft moans and pants, and Bulma shook, wanting him to take her now…she was so close…

Goku suddenly rolled on top of her, feverishly sliding inside her. Bulma moaned, relieved that he was inside her once again. He started off slow, thrusting deep and steady. He could tell she was about to come, so he wanted to make it last as long as he could.

Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into her. Goku leaned down and kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss and stared at her intensely, his expressions unreadable to Bulma. He lowered his head down to her shoulder, and spoke into her ear, breaking their silence.

"Tell me…what you want," Goku breathed sexily. "Tell me what you need."

The sensations were flowing from the top of Bulma's head to the tips of her toes, and she was lost in the lustrous pleasure. She began to speak, but no sounds came from her mouth, she was drowning in each thrust he made, slowly bringing her to the edge of heaven. She finally regained her voice, speaking back into his ear, nibbling at his earlobe.

"Harder…" Bulma whispered. "I need it…harder…"

Goku movements sped up and she quickly threw her arms around his neck, latching on tight for the rough ride. Their bodies smacked together hard as he ground down into her, her moans growing louder and louder. Goku's head snapped up as he tried to stay in control, his eyes tightly shut, his teeth clenched. Control was something he was really learning fast. Bulma could see the veins protruding in his neck, and he began to growl loudly. She felt herself contract around him, and suddenly her orgasm swept her up and flew her to the highest levels of pleasure she'd never known. Her eyes became blinded by the assortment of bright colors that made her drift back down to earth again. The release was so intense she never heard Goku cries as he followed her, his body shuddering and convulsing inside her as he came. He rolled off to his side, taking her with him; and she laid her head on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping hard, little by little, slowing down to the normal rhythm. His chest was moist with his sweat, and it sank up and down with his ragged breaths. His hands trailed up and down her back, occasionally making lazy circles. She looked up at him, and his eyes were closed, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of her. Bulma laid her head back on his chest, and let out a deep sigh. She suddenly blinked hard to her belief that they had done it once more. She suddenly felt the urge to retreat, to run. …flee somehow, but she didn't know how. At this rate, as soon as he rested up, he would want her again…and she would eagerly welcome it. It had to stop. Finding enough courage, Bulma jumped up, pulled the sheet that laid on her and Goku around her and made a mad dash for the bathroom, never looking back at the Saiyan warrior.

Once she was in the sanctuary of the bathroom, she leaned against the door, relieved. She felt terrible about doing that, but she really didn't know how to look at him after all they did. She walked up to the full-length mirror and looked at herself. Her hair was matted and sweaty, and her face was still flushed from their fierce lovemaking. Even though she looked worked over, she felt deliciously good. She frowned. This is not supposed to happen! Bulma thought. I was only going to show him how to do it, and I ended up getting the best sex in my life! She was not supposed to enjoy it, it was only a lesson learned…instead of her being the teacher, she ended up being taught. What was she to do now?

Her deep thoughts were interrupted by the sound of light tapping at the bathroom door. Startled, she stared at the door, wishing she had locked it behind her. But she knew Goku wouldn't be brash and come in without an invitation. She remained silent as he knocked again, this time a bit harder. She felt her ears burn and her stomach flip as she tried to speak.

"Bulma?" Goku meekly spoke, his voice sounding muffled on the opposite side of the door. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Bulma said, her voice shaking a bit. There was a short pause, and she thought he'd left the door, so she sighed and relaxed, her shoulders dropping.

"What you doing?" Goku asked nervously, knowing that was a stupid question.

"Just getting cleaned up, that's all," Bulma answered back as she ran over to the shower and turned it on. "I've got an important business meeting first thing in the morning and all, so…"

"Uh, okay." Goku said, taking the hint. He cleared his throat; somehow feeling himself choke with the hurt that rang on his words as he said them. "I'll just go now…talk to you later."

Bulma could hear the pain and disappointment in his voice when he spoke, and she heard him walk away from the door. Now why did you go and do that Bulma Briefs, she thought to herself. They were adults, and she acted so childishly running away from him, and he noticed her escape.

Then to top it all off, she said to him in so many words that she was finished with him and he was excused. I'm no better than Yamcha, she thought. She opened the bathroom door and rushed out to apologize, and he was already gone. The balcony doors were wide open, noting his hasty exit.

Even though she may have regretted the whole incident, the least Bulma could have done was give him the respect he deserved. She shamefully walked back into the bathroom, letting the sheet fall from her body as she prepared to enter the shower. She stopped for a moment, still holding the sheet in her hand, and she brought it up to her nose to smell the scent of him on them. Bulma sighed in her confusion. How could she be that stupid…?

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Next Chapter: Back down memory lane…Can a week of being apart cure Bulma & Goku?