Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nine & half Weeks...DBZ Style ❯ The Root Of The Problem ( Chapter 10 )
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Nine & 1/2 Weeks… DBZ Style
Alternate Chapter!
Written by Gokusgirl
Chapter Ten… The root of the problem
She took a deep breath before she entered the condo. She sat her purse down on the end table in the hallway and started her search for Yamcha. This is going to be so hard, Bulma thought to herself. But I can make this work…
She found Yamcha dozing on the couch in front of the television. She stood there and watched him for a moment, and then walked over and sat down next to him. He jolted, awakened by Bulma plopping down next to him, and he stretched.
"Hey you," Yamcha said smiling sleepily, his arm going around her shoulders to pull her closer.
"Hey," Bulma said as brightly as she could. "No practice today?"
"Foul ball hit me in my side… coach told me to take the rest of the day off."
"Are you alright?" Bulma said drawing back from him with concern.
"Yeah… the doctor said he was surprised that ball traveling 90 miles an hour didn't cause any internal injuries…" Yamcha grunted as he lifted up his shirt, showing the purple and blue bruise on this right side. "…But fortunately my ki saved me."
"Thank goodness," Bulma said with a sigh.
"No work for you today?" Yamcha asked. "I didn't even hear you pull up…"
"I didn't drive today. And no, I didn't go to work." Bulma answered, her eyes tearing away from his gaze.
"It seems like you want to tell me something," Yamcha said gravely. "What's wrong?"
"Okay, I do have something to tell you," Bulma said facing him again. She reached out to hold his hand, and she squeezed it tightly. "But I don't want you to freak out, promise?"
"Promise," Yamcha said slowly, his eyes blinking with anticipation. Bulma looked down at his hand, and exhaled sharply, trying to get the nerve to make her announcement. She figured she wouldn't look at him when she said it.
"Yamcha… I found out today that… I... I'm pregnant." Bulma said with hesitation. There was an eerie silence in the room, and she finally had the courage to look up at him. He had a shocked, jaw opening expression on his face, and it didn't look like he was breathing. Suddenly he inhaled, and a smile spread across his face so big as he put both hands on Bulma's shoulders.
"A baby? We're having a baby?" Yamcha exclaimed. He looked down at her stomach for a moment, and them back up at her sullen expression. "Wow! I mean… we only-- but… I can't believe it! I'm going to be a Daddy!" Yamcha pulled her close to him, embracing her tightly.
"Yamcha…" Bulma said, her patience wearing thin with his blabbering.
"I want a girl! A beautiful little girl… with your eyes and skin… oh Bulma, we are going to be a family! And wait until-"
"YAMCHA!" Bulma shouted, getting Yamcha's attention fast. He pulled back to look at her, and frowned. "Please… let me finish."
"What… is there more?" Yamcha said confusingly.
"Yes, there is." Bulma peeled herself from his embrace to stand, and she walked over to the sliding glass door in the living room. "Yamcha… this baby… it isn't yours."
Yamcha felt his heart sink, and his ears burn from the words. And all in an instant, he felt the heat of anger flash in his veins. He leapt to his feet, storming over to where Bulma stood with her back to him, spinning her around to face him.
"What are you telling me, Bulma?" Yamcha said with anger shaking his voice. "That you're seeing another man while you were seeing me?"
"No, I'm not," Bulma snapped, trying to get out of his grasp. "We were broken up, six weeks ago Yamcha! Did you think I was practicing celibacy while we were apart?"
"So you were having unprotected sex with another man?" Yamcha yelled. "Do you know how unsafe that is?"
"Believe me… he's been with no one else," Bulma said, quickly thinking back to the moment she took Goku's virginity, but then she thought about what Yamcha had the nerve to say. "What's unsafe is having sex with you, considering all the women you've been with!"
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT!" Yamcha yelled at the top of lungs, letting her go as he walked out of the living room. Bulma followed him into the kitchen, finding him opening up a beer.
"Yamcha… you promised not to freak out." Bulma said with a hand on her hip.
"Yeah well, I'm freaking," Yamcha said gulping down the beer, and then looked at the bottle. "I need something stronger." He began to look in the cupboards for his stash of Smirnoff when Bulma grabbed his arm lightly. He stopped and looked at her.
"Yamcha… you cannot hold this against me. This happened when we were broken up," Bulma pleaded. "You can't tell me you didn't fuck a few girls while we were apart."
"Yeah, but I didn't knock 'em up," Yamcha fumed. "So, when are you getting rid of it?"
Bulma eyes widened with the suggestion, and she frowned. "Who said I was getting rid of it?"
"I said it," Yamcha said angrily, slamming the cupboard hard.
"This is my body," Bulma said trough gritted teeth.
"Yeah, and you're my girlfriend." Yamcha said poking an index finger into her bosom.
"And this is my baby!"
"Yeah, with no thanks to me!"
Bulma began to yell at him, but them she noticed the hurt look in his eyes. What was she thinking? Her news had only made him feel insignificant; he wasn't the one who impregnated her, how did she expect him to act?
"Yamcha…" Bulma said sadly. "I know this is hard for you to understand-"
"How could you?" Yamcha said lowly. "How could you know how I feel right now? What do you want me to do, jump for joy that you're having another man's baby? I just don't know what you want from me."
"Do you love me Yamcha?" Bulma asked, reaching up to touch his face. She could tell he was on the brink of tears. "Are you willing to look past all my bad faults, and love me?"
"You look past all mine," Yamcha said finally with a slight chuckle, grabbing her hand that caressed his face. "Of course I love you."
"Then I need to ask you something." Bulma said with earnest.
"I don't think I can take any more news," Yamcha breathed.
"This isn't an announcement, more of a request," Bulma said with a smile. "I need a father for this baby… are you interested?"
Yamcha raised an eyebrow to her request. "What about the real father?"
"He's no one we need to worry about now," Bulma cringed inwardly at the mere thought of that.
"I'm so young Bulma… I don't think I'm ready to be a father," Yamcha saw Bulma's expression drop, and he raised her chin up with his hand. "You know how I feel about this… but I guess I could learn to accept the situation. Because I love you Bulma."
"Thank you Yamcha," Bulma said hugging him tightly. "This is going to be so great! Thanks for understanding!"
Yamcha hugged her back, not sure what the future could hold for them now…
******
Sweat poured off his body as he thrusts into her scorching flesh, and he groaned. Out of every emotion and sensation that coursed through his body, he knew that right now had to be the pinnacle of it. He looked down at her beautiful face; her eyes closed tightly with passion as she felt her warmth rise to a powerful climax. He rose up, pulling her legs up onto his shoulders as his rhythm increased… the only sounds made were their pants of pleasure and the soft slick sound of their bodies melting together… the sweet fragrance of sex was thick and hot in the air as he planted his hands firmly on the bed on either side of her, his hips driving at an unbelievable rate as he felt her tremble under him. She grasped his forearms tightly, her eyes springing open with surprise as she looked at him with drunken desire.
"Come with me," She gasped, already on the edge of her release.
Having her say those words, the way she said them…the way she looked and felt at that moment made his mind shatter into a thousand pieces as his senses overloaded with excitement; his ears tingled and his body quaked violently as he finally let go, sharing his orgasm with her that very moment. He filled her, and didn't think he could stop… his arms grew weak, and they shook as he realized he was having another release right behind the one before. He let out a low howl, and pumped hard against her, eager to achieve his second round of pleasure, and it griped him intensely until he couldn't hear her screams nor his own. He began to slow down, trying hard to keep the feeling of this release as long as he could. It was just too good; and he hated for the feeling to leave… he finally lowered himself down on her, feeling her skin, moist from sweat but soothing and cool. His heart was pounding against his chest, and he smiled when he noticed hers was beating just as hard. He ran a hand through her hair and at the same time she did the same to him. He looked at her lovely face… flushed but satisfied; her eyes heavy as she struggled to stay awake. He ran a finger across her delicate lips and down to her chin as he leaned forward to finally kiss her…
"Goku… you're incredible…" She breathed as their lips touched…
Goku awoke, sitting up as he gasped for air. He was covered with sweat, and his heart still raced like it did in the dream. Or was it a dream? He looked around the dimly lit room, noting that it may have been dusk. Then he saw her. Chichi was lying beside him, sleeping soundly. He stared at her for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath, her hair splayed across the pillows… it instantly depressed him. It was a dream. A dream. Oh how cruel his mind had become! But it felt so… real. He was at last in his lover's arms, and he made love to her like he never had. He felt sensations he never felt before, and he had taken her to a point she'd never been… but it was only a dream. Goku wished he could turn right over and go back to the dream and resume where he left off, but he knew that couldn't happen. It angered him, frustrated him… it just isn't fair! Goku's mind screamed. He covered both of his ears as he closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with his thoughts. Suddenly he got up, quickly picking up his clothes that laid on the floor, and put them back on. He was just slipping his boots on when Chichi awoke, and she sat up, pulling the sheet over herself.
"Going somewhere Goku-sa?" Chichi said with worry in her voice. He kept his back to her, and never said a word as he stood to tie his sash around him. Chichi gulped, feeling the strange tension in the air. She leaned forward to try to see his face. "Goku?"
He stood still, his arms dropping to his sides. He took a moment to calm himself; knowing it wasn't all her fault he was feeling this way. But right now he just couldn't face her. "I have to go out." Goku said flatly.
"Where?" Chichi asked anxiously.
"I just-" Goku stopped mid sentence, being careful at what he wanted to say to her. "I need some air, Chi."
"Then I'll come with you," She suggested almost fearfully. Goku finally turned his head, only looking at her out the corner of his eye.
"Please," Goku hissed through clenched teeth. "I need some time… alone. I'll be right back… okay?"
He never waited for her answer as he opened up the window in the bedroom and flew out into the night. And he never looked back. He landed only a few miles away from his cottage to sit on a bolder, rubbing his temples with anxiety. He couldn't understand why all of the sudden he felt so much… pain being away from Bulma. The dreams, they were more frequent and vivid; and his behavior was getting more precarious by the moment. The pains, he assumed at first came from his heart, to find her that morning gone from his bed. But soon the pains shot out all over his body, affecting his mind, clouding his judgment and testing his fortitude. His patience was wearing thin on poor Chichi; and he didn't want to explode on her and hurt her feelings. Goku groaned as the pain sunk in his belly; and he buckled over. As the pain subsided, he wondered if being away from Bulma caused all of this? And maybe, was she going through the same thing?
"Well I'm going to find out," Goku spoke to himself, and he took off into the air, heading for Capsule Corporation.
Next Chapter: Goku faces off with Yamcha?