Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nine & half Weeks...DBZ Style ❯ Back Down Memory Lane ( Chapter 5 )

Author's Note: Thanks everyone for waiting and reviewing! I going to make this short, so you can go on to the story. The warnings and style of this story is still the same, and I dedicate this portion to my best friend, Mamatook. Thanks for reading girl! Now on to our story! ~_^

Thanks to Meliza Mac for beta-reading!

9 1/2 weeks… DBZ Style

Written by Gokusgirl

Chapter 5: Back down memory lane…

The week went by quickly as Bulma heard no word from Goku, and it began to bother her a great deal. It seemed that she walked in a fog the rest of week, consumed with guilt and grief with what she had done. When people talked to her, all she saw was their mouths moving, but no sounds coming out. She slept on their 'sex sheets' for two nights in a row before changing them, and she really didn't want to do it then.

As the weekend rolled around, Yamcha took Bulma out to a party that Krillin was throwing at Master Roshi's house. She really didn't want to go, but Yamcha insisted. He noticed the funk she was in, and she refused him every night that week. So he figured if she got out and loosened up some he could come home with her.

Master Roshi's place was perfect for a beach party. A huge band was there to entertain, and Krillin had invited several people. Bulma walked through the crowd with Yamcha, holding his hand as he would stop and make short conversation with his pals. Suddenly she noticed two familiar faces in the crowd, and they were heading right towards them.

"Yoo-hoo! Bulma!" Chichi shouted over the music, waving her hands high in the air. Bulma groaned, but forced a smile on her face, waving back. Chichi walked up, her arm folded tightly around Goku's. Bulma noticed that Goku had on some jeans with torn holes in the knees and a white cotton tee shirt, which was unusual apparel for the Saiyan. She tried to remain calm as they all stood there, even though she felt uncomfortable.

"Did you just get here?" Chichi asked Bulma in a chirping tone.

"Yeah, just a little while ago," Bulma answered, keeping her eyes on Chichi the whole time. "We're just weaving through the crowds." She finally got enough nerve to look Goku straight in the eye and smiled. "Hey, Goku." Deep down she wanted to run and hide. Why did it feel like it was written all over her face that she slept with him?

"Hey Bulma, hey Yamcha." Goku hesitantly spoke, not really sounding like he was in a party mood.

"Man Goku, you sound like Bulma looks tonight." Yamcha said with a laugh.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Goku sharply asked. Yamcha paused for a moment, not sure what he was asking, and then he laughed again, amused at Goku's attitude.

"I mean she's looks down in the mouth and all, and you sound like it! Get a grip!" Yamcha said slapping his friend on his back. "Why don't you come with me, and we'll get a couple of beers?"

Goku turned to Chichi. "Can I Chi?" He asked.

"Sure, but no mixed drinks, okay?" Chichi firmly stated. Goku smiled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, making Bulma green with envy. And why did he have to get permission to drink? Bulma thought.

"We'll meet up at the front of the house in a few minutes babe, okay?" Yamcha told Bulma before walking off with Goku to the bar on the beach.

"So," Chichi began, folding her arms, facing Bulma. "How have you been?"

Miserable, Bulma thought. "Fine," She lied with a smile. "And you?"

"I cannot believe Goku dragged me to this vulgar party," Chichi said snobbishly, looking around at the others in disgust. "But I couldn't resist after all the good treatment I've been receiving from him lately."

Bulma's eyes widened. "What treatment?" She asked with a hint of jealousy in her voice. She caught herself, not wanting to give herself away. Chichi grabbed her by the hand and they walked over to a not-so-noisy portion of the beach so they could talk in private.

"Well…" Chichi nervously began, a smile forming across her lips as she paused. "The other night as we made out…Goku put his hand in my panties!"

Bulma wanted to bite her tongue in two, but instead she smiled and squealed a fake laugh with Chichi's news. "No, he didn't!" Bulma said surprisingly.

"Yes! And guess what?" Chichi said pulling Bulma closer. "He let me touch it." She spoke in an innocent whisper.

"You haven't gone all the way?" Bulma inquired.

"Absolutely not!" Chichi protested loudly. "I'm sticking to my word…not until after the wedding."

"If you can hold out," Bulma giggled.

"Yeah," Chichi said as he folded her arms, thinking of her hunk soon-to-be-husband. "It'll be hard…he's been doing stuff to me lately that makes me feel so strange…he's acting more relaxed, and confident…I don't know what's the deal."

"He's just working past the pre-wedding day jitters, that's all." Bulma tried to convince her.

"Well, whatever it is…I'm sure liking it!" Chichi laughed contently.

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As the party went on into the late evening, Bulma found herself alone at the party. Yamcha went off with a group of his rowdy friends to play volleyball. She slumped back in a lawn chair as she watched other couples dance with each other, and she hated them. She hated them because they were in love, and had each other's company. With Yamcha, she was more like a hood ornament to him rather than a girlfriend, showing her off to his friends. And how he would act around them with her! He would grab her breast or ass in front of them, calling her jokingly a 'hot tasty bitch', totally embarrassing her. She really felt so unappreciated. Taking a sip of her fourth rum and coke, she just began to get a slight buzz. She pulled herself up on her feet, and strode into the house to use the bathroom.

Running upstairs of Master Roshi's house, she was amazed that it was empty of partiers. Krillin had placed port-a-potties on the beach so his friends could use them to relieve themselves and stay out of the master's house, as agreed. Bulma tripped up a stair and laughed at her mild drunkenness, thinking she had her last drink for the evening.

After using the bathroom, Bulma washed her hands in the sink, and began to primp herself in the mirror. When she was all done she exited the bathroom and ran straight into the least likely of persons…Goku. She gasped when she bumped into him, and backed up quickly.

"Sorry," Goku chortled, scratching his head. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Bulma replied. She noticed Goku's flush cheeks, and his breath smelled of bourbon. "You're drunk."

"I know," Goku said widening his eyes as he continued to smile back at her. "Isn't that something?"

"Yeah, it's a hoot." Bulma said shaking her head. "Where's Chichi?"

"She left. She's mad with me…again." Goku said leaning against the wall in the hallway. He closed his eyes for a second, and then snapped them open, staring at Bulma seriously. "Can we talk?"

"Sure." Bulma said, walking back into the bathroom, motioning him to enter. He walked in slowly, running right into the doorjamb. He giggled and walked in, closing the door behind him. "What do you want to talk about, Goku?" Bulma asked. His eyes went to the floor as he began to shuffle his feet fretfully.

"Did I…Did I do something wrong the other night, when you ran into the bathroom and wouldn't come out?" He asked softly.

"You did nothing wrong…I did," Bulma confessed as she sighed. "I just couldn't face you after what we did…I'm sorry."

"I understand," Goku said stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I felt sort of weird about it later too."

"But what's most important is that it's over," Bulma stated with certainty, all the while feeling her stomach go sour. "And I feel that what happened between us will deepen our friendship, don't you agree?"

"Yeah…" Goku said shrugging in his confusion. "I hear what you're saying, and I know you mean it…but there's a big part of me that wants that spot on the back of your neck."

Puzzled, Bulma blinked, wondering what he meant. "What…what spot on my neck?"

"You know…the one on the back of your neck, just below your hairline." Goku was slowly inching his way up to her, his eyes glimmering with interest.

"Oh, yeah…there." Bulma flatly said, remembering this was one of her erotic spots.

" I would just…brush my lips across it, not hard or anything." Goku spoke in a lowered seductive tone.

"Oh, I-I understand." Bulma gulped feeling herself blush, and that warm sensation began to tickle her belly, radiating all over her body again.

"And maybe…I could put some baby kissing down your spine…" Goku breathed, now standing within inches of her, his hands slowly drawing her to him.

"Goku," Bulma murmured, letting him embrace her. She sighed against his chest, inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. Her defenses were long gone by his touches, leaving her completely helpless. "We can't do this anymore…"

"And maybe…" Goku continued as he leaned down to kiss her neck softly. "…I could put little butterfly kisses on your belly…" His kisses trailed up to her eager mouth, and they kissed fiercely. Bulma melted into him as she wrapped her arms around his strong torso. She couldn't believe it, but she actually did miss this…the passionate, heated feeling of being back in Goku's arms was overwhelming. She surrendered herself to him as he began to work his hands under her skirt, bringing it up around her waist quickly. Bulma's mind was in a whirl as she kissed him back, their tongues probing deeply into each other's mouths. She didn't even realize her hands were wildly unzipping his jeans, and pushing them over his hips. She reached down into his boxers and grasped his shaft, stroking it deeply. Goku moaned into her mouth with her touches, rocking his hips up to her fervent hand.

Goku grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up, sitting her bottom on the edge of the bathroom sink. His frantic fingers found her sweet spot between her legs, and he pushed her underwear aside to plunge his fingers into her. She let go of him and rolled her head back gasping, feeling him slide his fingers into her quickly, and making her experience a small tremor of an orgasm. He quickly withdrew his fingers and positioned himself against her, and with a mighty thrust he entered her, causing them both to cry out in pleasure.

He paused for a moment, as he gazed at her; the look in his eyes was sheer desire. As he began to move he kept his eyes on her, wanting to see the waves of pleasure spread across her face as her made love to her again.

They worked up a perfect rhythm together as he began to thrust harder, and it was animalistic. Each move made Bulma gulp for air, and she wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and held on as if her life depended on it. She buried her face in the nook of his shoulder while she suddenly felt her climax approach, and it sailed over her body harder and sweeter than any she had ever had. She cried out as her orgasm reached its peak and racked through her body, leaving her dazed and wanting more. Maybe it was the alcohol she consumed, or maybe it was the fact she missed him that much. But whatever it was, it gave her the most intense orgasm of her life. Goku felt her tightening around him as he continued, and it finally pushed him over the edge as he rocketed to ecstasy, letting his head fall to her shoulder. They remained that way for several minutes before Goku recovered first, gazing at Bulma with his intense dark eyes. She lifted her head up and looked back at him, feeling puzzled with his stare. He ran a hand across her face, and trailed a finger lightly along her jaw line, taking care not to harm her with his touch. Bulma still shook with his touch, and she suddenly began to worry…something was happening between them, something far more than just physical attraction. She was in total wonder why they stayed hungry for each other, and where this intense need was coming from.

It suddenly came to Bulma what they actually did, and where they did it. Bulma tried to get down off the sink, but Goku just held her there. She began to panic a little, just thinking what would the others say if they were caught together. And Yamcha…! He was just downstairs in the front yard. And here she was, locked up in the bathroom with his best friend inside her!

"I think we've made a mess of Master Roshi's sink," Goku finally spoke, sensing her urge to leave. "I guess you want down, right?"

"Please." Bulma said in a quiet tone. He let his grasp loosen so she could step her feet back on the floor.

"Come home with me tonight." Goku blurted out. Bulma eyes widened.

"What?" Bulma shouted. "I cannot come home with you Goku. Yamcha is downstairs."

"Can't you ditch him somehow?"

"Listen to yourself! And no, I won't. We shouldn't have done that, Goku. Especially here! I cannot chance us getting caught!"

"Bulma," Goku said with a pout as he leaned down to kiss her neck again. "I want to take you home, and make love to you over and over…I want to hear you scream my name until your throat is raw and when we're done, we can fall asleep in each other's arms."

Every word rolled off Goku's tongue like silk, and Bulma was baffled that he was even talking this way to her. But how he said it…it tempted her…but what was she thinking? She pushed him away as she straightened up her clothes.

"You're drunk. And you don't know what you're saying. I suggest you pull your pants up." Bulma said as she began to walk out of the bathroom. Goku pulled his pants up quickly and grabbed her arm, making her stop. "What, Goku?"

"Tell me…tell me that you didn't want me when you saw me earlier this evening, and I'll leave it be." Goku said in a very serious tone. "Tell me you didn't enjoy us making love last week…and I'll walk away for good." Bulma just stared back at him, unable to speak. She wanted to lie, to tell him that she didn't want him, but Kami, she did! The moment she saw him at the party she was bubbling over with happiness to see him, and she grew so hot with jealousy when Chichi bragged about making out with him. What was happening to her? Her thoughts were drowned out by Goku's voice again. "Will you come home with me?" Goku asked.

Not knowing why, and really knowing that deep down it was so wrong…it just seemed so right, at least for now. She had to face the fact…that she wanted Goku, badly. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Still gazing his dark eyes, never blinking, she broke her silence to give him a reply…

"Yes."

Goku's face lit up, and he embraced her tightly. He gave her a quick kiss before opening the bathroom window, and after checking to see if the coast was clear, he helped Bulma out and they flew off into the night sky together.

Little did they know…an unknowing third party overheard the whole incident as they walked upstairs…

Next Chapter: Who was the mystery person who listened in on Bulma & Goku's intimate chat? Will Chichi ever find out of Goku's new talents?