Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nine & half Weeks...DBZ Style ❯ Bittersweet ( Chapter 8 )

Author's Note: Whew! Can you believe I finished this story? This has been a very interesting piece, and I thank all of you who read and sent me your glorious reviews! If I get enough requests for it, I will have TWO different endings to this story. This is going to be the first one, and the one I chose to end this story with originally

Okay, with that said, this chapter is a lemon. So readers beware! A special thanks to my pal Mamatook, who read and reviewed every chapter, you are the greatest!

9 1/2 Weeks… DBZ Style

Written by Gokusgirl

Chapter Eight: Bittersweet

Bulma pulled up in front of the small cottage that sat in the secluded area of the forest. Nighttime had already fallen, and she noticed the lights were on indicating Goku was there. She sighed, dreading to go in. She grabbed her overnight bag out of the passenger seat and got out of the car, making her way to the house.

"Hello!" Bulma shouted as she walked in, dropping her bag on the couch.

"In here!" Goku called out from the kitchen. She leisurely walked in there, finding Goku at the sink with his back turned to her, apparently washing dishes. He turned around smiling rather impishly, donning his 'kiss the cook' apron.

"How was your day dear?" He jokingly said.

"Fine," Bulma laughed. She looked around the kitchen and noticed on the table two dishes with food on them. Her eyes widened with surprise. "You cooked tonight, Goku?"

"Not exactly," Goku said as he pulled the apron off, tossing it aside. "I got that delivered. I just heated it up."

"You had take-out delivered out here? In the middle of nowhere?"

"Yes, here, in the middle of nowhere." Goku mockingly said as he walked up to her, giving her a very big and unexpected hug. Bulma was a bit confused at his sudden 'domesticated' behavior; usually he would just rip her clothes right off and get down to business. She patted him lightly on the back as she hugged him back. "I missed you today. So I figured I'd get us a hot meal instead of those cold noodles we always munch on. Did I do good?"

Bulma giggled lightly, a bit pleased of the innocent and boyish way Goku said that. She pulled back from him and gazed at his handsome face. "Yes…you did good. Thank you."

"Super! Well, let's dig in, while it's hot."

Bulma went around to her chair, and Goku made it there first to pull it out for her. She looked at him puzzlingly as she sat down, and he seated himself as he grabbed his knife and fork. He smiled at her warmly, silently asking permission to eat. She picked up her fork and gave him a simple nod and smile, and he began to eat. Bulma however, didn't have much of an appetite; she managed to eat a couple of mouthfuls before she began picking around in her plate.

They both ate in complete silence, the sounds of the silverware clanking on the plates as they continued. When Goku was finally finished, he pushed his plate away and patted his stomach satisfyingly.

"Man, was that good!" Goku beamed. He noticed Bulma hadn't touched much of her meal, and he frowned. "Is your food okay, Bulma?"

"It's fine Goku," Bulma said pushing her plate away. "I didn't know we were having dinner tonight…so I ate a large salad before coming over. I'm sorry."

"Oh! That's okay." Goku said standing and grabbing up the plates to put them in the sink.

"No, it's not," Bulma said placing her palms down on the wood table. "You took all that time preparing that meal for me…"

"It's fine Bulma," Goku interrupted her. "Besides…I have something to tell you tonight."

Bulma's heart leapt into her throat. What did he have to say? Was he dumping her before she could tell her news? She really didn't know if she was ready to talk about this yet. Feeling her cheeks grow hot with edginess, she fluttered her eyes.

"Well, I have something to tell you as well, Goku."

Goku sensed the seriousness in her voice, and he sat down beside her. "Okay, you first."

"I don't think I can," Bulma whispered. Goku tilted his head, confused. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it softly.

"Well, try. You can tell me." Goku's tone was deep, and very concern as his eyes never left hers. His heart began to race as she cleared her throat, beginning to speak.

"Me and Yamcha are going to give it a try again." Bulma said with her eyes dropping to the floor. She slowly looked up at Goku, whose expression was unreadable. He blinked, as he let go of her hand, standing. "You have to understand Goku…you're going to be married soon, and where does that leave me? What future would we have, being shunned by our friends and family for what we've done? Think about it."

Goku never spoke a word as he walked over to the window in the kitchen, leaning into its frame.

"It did think about it Bulma," Goku said in a mordant tone, trying to hold back his emotions. "And here I am, ready to tell you of the choice I made, and you're dumping me."

"Don't say it like that," Bulma insisted as she walked over to the Saiyan, rubbing his arm. "I'm not dumping you; I'm… letting you go."

"So you're going back to him? He never treated you right!" Goku spat out bitterly.

"Yes, I am. And he's promised me that he's going to treat me better this time."

"Feh, how good his is word? He can never love you like I do!"

Bulma froze, not believing what she just heard. "You- you love me?"

Goku turned around; a bit surprised he blurted that out. He looked at her earnestly with a smile. "Yes…I do very much."

"And what choice did you make?" Bulma questioned, fearing the worst.

"What I just told you…that I love you, and I choose…you."

"Goku," Bulma said with a slight giggle, cupping his sweet face with her hands. "You don't love me…infatuated, yes. Love, no."

"Don't tell me how I feel!" Goku snapped loudly, pulling her hands away. Why does everyone treat me like an idiot, or a child? I am a man, with feelings and emotions all of my own. And I know that I love you!"

"Would you be saying that if we hadn't slept together?" Bulma asked. "No, you wouldn't. This whole experience has you feeling a lot of things believe me I know. I feel the same way too. But love is not one of them."

"I don't believe that. I trust my feelings, why won't you?" Goku pleaded. "Bulma, tell me what I have to do to have you."

"Listen to me… you're going to give me up, Goku."

"What?" Goku asked, not sure of what she meant.

"Goku… as hard at it is for me to admit this… I do love you too, in a deep, special way because of what we shared. But I love Yamcha too. And I know that isn't good enough for you. You need to forget about me, and go to Chichi. Marry her and make her happy."

"But I don't' love her!" Goku spoke with defeat in his voice.

"In time, you will learn to love her." Bulma said as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled him close to her, sighing at the warmth of his body. How she was going to miss that…

Goku wrapped his arms around her, his head falling to her shoulder. He squeezed her tightly, suddenly afraid to let her out of his grasp. He never felt so crushed, so sad as he did at this moment. But he knew Bulma was right, no matter what he felt for her, he had to let her go.

Bulma heard him let out a ragged breath, and she knew he was probably crying. She never meant for any of this to happen. It saddened her heart that she had a man that would give anything to be with her, but he was already promised to another. If it only happened five years ago…Bulma thought.

"I'd better go now…I think its best." Bulma said as she stroked his hair softly. She tired to pull away, but Goku held on to her firmly. He raised his head and stared at her, his dark eyes burning into her, full with sadness he never felt before.

"Don't go yet," Goku spoke in a low tone, high above a whisper. He caressed her face. "Give me tonight…give us tonight. And if I wake up and you're gone in the morning…I'll understand."

Her answer was a silent one, but he knew all too well that she wanted this last night with him. He picked her up and carried her to his bedroom; setting her down on the floor so he could undress her. After unclothing her and himself, he picked her back up and laid her gently across the bed. He ran his hands gradually down her bare body, as if he was putting every line and curve to memory. Bulma laid there, puzzled by his quietness. She raised herself up to speak, and was silenced by a finger placed on her soft lips.

"No words," Goku said solemnly. "Tonight I want to show you what you mean to me."

He crawled in the bed over her, pressing his muscular body to hers. His mouth trailed along her shoulders and neck before they made union with hers. The kiss was long; deep…full of the intense hunger and agony that nearly took Bulma's breath away.

All the times they had done this before; it was done on a lustful quest for each other. But tonight it was something else that pulled them together. The last kiss, the last touch, and the last pleasurable release they would encounter together in order to move on with their lives.

It was sheer torture how Goku began to lead his kissing downward, setting her skin on fire with every touch. He stopped at the hollow of her throat, and glided a careful hand across it.

*"I love this spot," Goku murmured, drawing his mouth to it. "When ever I see this spot on you… I'll remember the time we shared together."

Bulma ran her hands in his hair as he heard him, and sighed deeply. Her stomach flipped, already missing the boy she had made into a man.

Goku then came upon her firm breast, which he kneaded and licked lightly, taking the nipple to his mouth and suckling her tenderly until Bulma gasped. She already began to hear his purring sound emit from his throat as he ventured lower to her heat, carefully pulling her legs apart to settle down between them. She drew in a sharp breath when as she felt him open her folds apart to drink from her sweetness. His velvety tongue ran all over her swollen nub as his fingers entered her, bringing her quickly to a hard release. She panted heavily as she watched Goku lap up her juices before he clamped his mouth on her fiery heat again to bring her to another strong orgasm.

He finally moved back up her body, their noses touching. Bulma reached down between them and grabbed his throbbing hardness, stroking it in a motion that made Goku's eyes roll back. She manipulated it a little more before positioning it against her, and he obliged by filling her with one soft thrust that made them both gasp.

He started off with a slow rhythm as he held her hand tightly. He never took his eyes off her as he made love to her; never wanting to forget this evening or how she looked when he pleased her. Bulma raised her head up to catch his lips and they kissed greedily, their tongues intertwining with each other passionately.

Taking his arms and placing them under her thighs he pulled her legs up, picking up his tempo as he drove inside her. Their bodies clashed together in a wild manner while he was deeply enveloped in her warmness, drawing them both near the edge of heaven.

His breathing became raspy and short as he continued, looking down at the beauty that had his heart. His feelings soared with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he could not hold back the tears that stung his eyes any longer. They fell, one by one on Bulma's face and cleavage before he laid his head down in the nook of her shoulder.

"I love you so much," Goku choked out, moving faster as he sensed her release approach. Bulma clung to him tightly, feeling herself cry as well as her orgasm washed over her simultaneously, causing her to cry out as she tumbled into ecstasy.

"Oh…I love you Goku…" Bulma whispered in his ear, continuing to chant it like it was a mantra, making it impossible for him to hold back any longer. A muffled sob parted his lips as he spilled himself deep within her womb, his body wracked with waves of pleasure that he didn't want to end. He slowed down until he came to a sudden stop, never withdrawing form her. He was too afraid she would leave if he did.

The room was silent as the two lovers laid in each other's arms, their sadness consuming them as they silently cried. All would be said, all would be done this night; come the morning… a new day, a new start…a new life. But tonight was theirs, and they made love well into the night, confessing their undying love for one another the entire time, never getting enough.

And it was so, when the morning rays fell across Goku's face the following morning, sadly he awoke to an empty bed, with the lingering scent of her still on him and his sheets.

When the wedding finally came around, everyone wondered why Goku looked so sad for the most joyous event of his life. Bulma noticed it too as she stood as the maid of honor for his wedding, only a few feet from him. It was a bit awkward to be this close to him now; she hadn't seen him in weeks. But she could sense his confusion and sadness, and she feared he wouldn't go through with the wedding if she even glanced his direction.

But the wedding did happen, and the couple was finally joined in holy union. Bulma felt her tears fall down her cheeks, and others mistook it as happiness for the newlyweds. But she knew as well as Goku did that they were tears of sorrow, definite and permanent proof that it was finally over between them.

As she danced with Yamcha at the reception, she looked over at Chichi and Goku as they danced too. They seemed to be happy… Chichi with her head buried in her new husband's chest and Goku holding her attentively as they swayed to the music. Bulma shook her head with awe… I wonder if I'll ever meet anyone that can set my soul on fire like Goku did, she thought. I wonder…

But that's a WHOLE different story….

The End

*Line borrowed from the movie The English Patient. Not word for word, but its similarity should be familiar to anyone who has seen this wonderful movie about two lovers never meant to be together.