Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nine & half Weeks...DBZ Style ❯ Goku vs. Yamcha ( Chapter 11 )

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9 1/2 Weeks… DBZ Style

Alternate Chapter!

Written by Gokusgirl

Chapter 11…Goku vs. Yamcha

She could see him…flying at top speed in the night air. His hair whipped wildly around his face, which held a cold expression. When his mouth opened to speak; it seemed like it was slow motion when he whispered, "I'm coming for you…"

Bulma gasped awake, running a hand trough her hair. She looked around the room franticly, trying to calm herself, convince herself that it was all a dream. But it seemed so real…

After the long talk with Yamcha about the baby, she decided to spend the night alone. So she declined his offer to stay at his place, and he gave her a lift home. Neither spoke the entire way, she knew that Yamcha had a lot to accept and deal with, so she didn't want to press the issue any further. She also wondered that evening about the strange phone call Yamcha received, and how he had to excuse himself out of the room to talk. Bulma didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but deep down it did make her worry. What if Yamcha hadn't changed for the better? What if… he hadn't changed at all? When she gave him a good night kiss he barely responded, and drove off without saying a word.

After taking a long hot shower, Bulma slipped on a tank top and panties and stood in front of her long-length mirror. She posed profile; raising her tank top up as she assessed her flat stomach. A careful hand smoothed across it; and she marveled as she thought that she was pregnant by Goku. Of all people… it gave her chills when she also thought of how she got pregnant. If I could just have another taste, Bulma wishfully thought as she slipped under the thin sheets and fell asleep, dreaming of her former lover.

But now she was awake again. And she had this unsettling feeling. She felt anxious. Something deep down was telling her that her dream was going to be a reality.

And as soon as that thought entered her mind, her eyes focused on the white sheer curtains that were blowing from the night breeze, and the dark silhouette that stood in the middle of it. Her eyes stared at the figure's legs standing apart, the slim waist and wide chest…panning up the board shoulders and the unmistakable hair that spiked up all over the place…Bulma covered a hand over her mouth from making a sound. Even if she remained quiet, he knew. He knew she was there, and awake as well. Bulma blinked hard, hoping the image was just a figure of her imagination, but it was not. Her heart leaped into her throat as she felt her body already reacting to him.

"Bulma," Goku whispered, not wanting to startle her too much. "It's me…Goku."

Bulma jumped up and ran over to the window, yanking the curtains back. She stopped breathing when she saw him standing there with a warm smile on his face, looking sexier than ever.

"You shouldn't be here," Bulma warned him, not sure if she wanted to leap into his arms or push him off her balcony.

"I know," Goku said as he swallowed deeply. "I can't explain it but … I feel so much better now that I've seen you." He started to move forward, and he noticed how Bulma panicked and backed up from him. Goku frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together as he extended out a hand to her. "What's wrong?"

"Goku," Bulma said with a shaky voice. "You really shouldn't be here." She felt she couldn't trust herself if she stayed around him any longer, her body began to throb with a sentiment it hadn't felt in weeks. And from looking at Goku's face, he could sense it too.

"We don't have to do anything," Goku assured her. "I just want to lay next to you. I want to be near you tonight."

Flattered with his statement, she smiled. She nodded and let him enter, but Goku quickly walked up to her and hugged her tightly, lifting her tiny body up in the air. Bulma's body melted into his as she hugged him back, sighing as she inhaled his male aroma that she missed so much. He drew back and looked at her, leaning down slowly to kiss her when he realized he hadn't showered since he was with Chichi. He set her back down and broke his embrace, laughing lightly at his embarrassment.

"What's the matter?" Bulma asked.

"Can I use your shower? I could really use one." Goku said starching his head.

"You smell fine to me," Bulma purred as she walked up to him, but he stepped back. "Okay… sure use the shower."

"Thanks! I'll be right out!" Goku ran into the bathroom and stripped his clothes off. Bulma sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, still not believing that Goku was there, taking his clothes off in her room once more. What were the chances of that happening ever again? Bulma mused. She leaned to the side so she could sneak a peek at Goku removing his clothes. When he finally removed his pants, Bulma let out a raspy sigh. How she missed him, and his nakedness. He was truly magnificent.

"You could join me… if you want," Goku quipped sexily as he noticed her looking. Bulma sat up straight; her cheeks flushed red as she laughed.

"You would want that, wouldn't you?" Bulma said shaking her head. I would too.

"Just a suggestion." Goku said as he stepped in the hot spray of the shower. Bulma fell back onto the bed, feeling more relaxed now than she'd ever been in weeks. Somehow Goku's presence just put her in a euphoric mood, calming her senses to the point where she began to drift off right there.

She stirred in her sleep feeling warm hands on her neck, softly caressing her awake. She moaned, and her eyelids opened slowly as she gazed upon Goku's face. He leaned in to kiss her, and as soon as their lips touched Bulma swore she felt electricity spark between them. Her hands snaked around his neck and pulled him closer, and she gasped when her hands ran down his back and rested on naked buttocks. Goku let out a whimper, rocking his hips up, agitated with the thin material that separated them. With his mouth still clinging to Bulma's, one hand went down to her panties, and with one tug they were ripped off of her. Bulma knew he said it wasn't going to come to this, but she was too far-gone to tell him to stop. It felt like heaven when she felt his fingers lightly probe and prod her sweetness; and her legs opened wider as an invitation.

Goku quickly broke the kiss and began to kiss all over her body, nipping at her tingling breasts through the cotton tee shirt and then onward to her stomach. He suddenly stopped when he got down to her naval, jumping when his mouth came into contact with it. Bulma suddenly raised her head and looked up at him, watching him run a hand over her stomach curiously. Bulma's eyes widened with horror, realizing he could only be possibly sensing one thing. He looked up at her with awe, shaking his head with a smile.

"What… is that?" Goku whispered. "Something's there that wasn't before. Something with a lot of ki."

"It's nothing," Bulma said pulling herself up as she cupped Goku's face. She reached down between his legs to nurse his throbbing erection, making him shutter. "Make love to me now Goku… I need you."

Still shaking from Bulma's caress, he nodded quickly. Bulma laid back, spreading her legs quickly so Goku could position himself between them. In a very heated manner Goku pulled her legs up around him, and he smirked down at her as he took a hold of his throbbing maleness and slid it up and down her very moist center.

"I can't believe this is happening," Bulma said lustfully to Goku.

"Believe it," Goku said as he leaned over and pulled her tee shirt up to capture a nipple between his lips, making Bulma nearly rise up off the bed. "I've dreamed of this for weeks. I won't be gentle, Bulma."

"I don't want you to be," Bulma said between gasps.

Goku kissed Bulma at the same moment he pushed himself into her, making both of them gasp at the pleasure of being complete again. Goku's eyes rolled shut as he felt her tighten around him instantly. He slowly began to move his hips, relishing in the way she felt, remembering every detail of being inside her as he increased his tempo.

Bulma trembled beneath him, grasping a hold of his hips as they moved into each stroke. He felt so delicious, so sinfully wonderful… it was more than Yamcha could ever give her. Her hands smoothed up his buttocks and onto the small of his back, and that's when she felt the small but evident patch of fur that was the place where his tail used to be. As her fingers touched it, Goku's head shot up, his face contorted with pleasure as his trusts became wild and frantic. Bulma squealed as she took the hard ride, and her hands left their place to hold on to his forearms. But Goku stopped, his eyes sparkling with that haze of lust that she knew all too well. He grabbed one of her hands and placed it back on the small of his back again, and he pressed his muscular body close to her as he whispered into her ear.

"Do that again… whatever you just did. If felt so good," Goku murmured. Bulma never spoke, but was surprised he wanted her to touch his tail spot again. When he was a child he would be rendered unconscious if someone even pulled his tail. But this was different… the mere spot from where it used to be gave him a sensation that made him sexually primal. Her hand wondered over to the spot again, and she watched his face as his mouth open with drunken desire as the pad of her fingertip skimmed across it. Keeping her eyes on him, she kneaded the spot with a little more pressure, and his eyes closed as his movements intensified. Goku began growling low in his throat as she continued to massage him, every now and then stopping as she felt herself becoming lost with his powerful stokes. Goku finally regained some control as his hand slid down between them. He caught her clit between his thumb and index finger, rolling it slowly as he thrust out of her. Bulma hips jolted and her head rolled back and screamed, her hips shaking as she felt her release approaching rapidly.

Goku wanted to hold out, but he just didn't know how much he could hang on with her touching his tail spot. So he made the game a little more interesting by rubbing her hard little nub, rolling the little pebble between his fingers softly, then adding pressure as he stroked it up and down. This only made Bulma knead his tail spot more. Both of them were trying hard to bring the other one to climax first, their breathing ragged, their bodies twisting and shaking violently on the bed. And suddenly at the same time, the most unexpected thing occurred. Just as Goku felt himself shoot deeply into Bulma's womb he felt her contract around him hard. With superhuman force Bulma's hips rose up, lifting them both for just a second as she came. She called out his name loudly, her mind spiraling in ecstasy. Goku finally stopped, laying himself on Bulma as a blanket. He kissed her, and she barely responded in her state of the aftershock of her powerful orgasm. Goku could feel her heart slamming against her chest, and then that strange feeling in her stomach again. His hand rubbed across her abdomen, feeling the strong ki, not sure what it meant at all. He remembered she said it was nothing, so he would leave it like that. Right now, he was just too content being with her once again. He looked at Bulma, who was sound asleep in his arms, and he smiled. Still inside her, he grabbed the sheet that laid beside her and pulled it over themselves.

This is where I want to be, Goku thought to himself. This is where I need to be. Purring softly he fell fast asleep.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Yamcha shouted, startling the two lovers awake. Bulma quickly pulled the sheet up over herself, but from the look of Yamcha's face he knew she was naked. Goku pulled himself up on his elbows, and then scratched his head as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Never modest, the sheet barely covered his muscular body, and he made no attempt to cover it.

"Yo, Yamcha," Goku said groggily with a sleepy smile on his face. Yamcha's eyes flashed with anger as he looked at the one person he considered a friend, someone he could confide in, someone who he wouldn't imagine in a thousand years would fuck his own girlfriend. But here he was, making Yamcha a lair of everything he thought and expected of the Saiyan.

"Don't you 'yo' me you motherfucker!" Yamcha screamed at Goku. "What are you doing with my girlfriend?"

"Yamcha… let me explain," Bulma added before Yamcha could say another word.

"You bitch," Yamcha hissed as he looked over at Bulma, her hair all over her head, her cheeks flushed for being with Goku only hours before he came over. "You disgust me. I came over here because I've been calling you for the last couple of hours and you wouldn't pick up the damn phone. Now I see why!"

"Hey," Goku said standing up, the sheet dropping right off of him. Bulma rolled her eyes with embarrassment, covering her head with the bed sheet. "Yamcha, I know that Bulma's was your girl, but she wants to be with me now."

Yamcha's expression dropped. "Like hell she does!" Yamcha ran over to Bulma's side of the bed and yanked the sheet off of her head. "Tell him you don't want him!" Yamcha ordered her.

"I-I can't," Bulma said meekly, glancing over at the Saiyan as he folded his arms and smirked, giving him that I told you so look. "I do want to be with him."

Angrily Yamcha grabbed Bulma's shoulders, shaking her violently. "How could you do this to me? After all this shit I have to go through?" Suddenly Yamcha felt a blow to his chin, and he ended up on the opposite side of the room on the floor. He groaned as he rubbed his chin, and looked up to find Goku standing right over him.

"You touch her again… and I'll have to hurt you," Goku growled. His eyes narrowed to mere slits, his fits clenched in a trembling fury.

"I won't let you have her," Yamcha said as he stood up on shaky feet.

"Then it's a fight," Goku challenged with a smirk. He took his thumb and cockily rubbed the side of his nose. "It won't be much of a fight… but that's the only way you'll have her."

"Goku!" Bulma said running over to him with the bed sheet wrapped around her. "You don't have to do this!"

"Yes I do! Yamcha wants to fight, don't you?" Goku asked Yamcha as he shook his head to make him agree.

"You bastard… let's go." He looked over at Bulma clinging to Goku's arm and he shook his head with revulsion. "I'll deal with you later cunt."

Goku slapped Yamcha across his mouth, making Bulma scream. "And don't talk to her like that!" Goku yelled. "Let's take this outside… I've got something for you." Goku began to walk out onto the balcony when Bulma grabbed his arm.

"Goku… you need clothes." Bulma said nervously. She wanted to tell him to stop, but he wasn't going to listen anyway. She knew that in the end that their torrid affair would end up hurting everyone, and this was just the start of it. Goku nodded and walked into the bathroom to put his clothes on, leaving Bulma alone with Yamcha. She sat back down on the bed, her eyes on the floor shamefully. When she finally got the courage to look up at him, she could see the veil of hatred across his face, total loathing and contempt pouring out of every feature. Bulma was grateful that Goku dressed quickly, to keep her from having to say anymore to Yamcha. It was awkward enough. Goku walked over, leaning down to rub Bulma's shoulder.

"I'll be right back," Goku assured her, and stood motioning Yamcha to the balcony that led out into the compound's front yard. "Shall we?"

"I'm going to kick your ass Goku," Yamcha grumbled as he walked out onto the balcony and leaped over the railing. Goku follow suit, not saying a word. Bulma threw the sheet off of her and scrambled around to find something to put on before they started fighting. After dressing she ran downstairs as fast as she could and burst out the back door, and gasped when she saw Goku and Yamcha apart from each other, about six feet in the air powering up. Bulma's heart was beating wildly as she thought of how they were about to fight over her, it was a little exciting to some degree but they were best friends. She felt ill thinking what everyone else would think of this, especially Chichi. The only thing she was grateful for at the moment was that her parents were away on vacation so they wouldn't have to witness the bloodbath on the front lawn.

Seconds after powering up, Yamcha charged forward, screaming wildly. His fist connected to Goku's jaw, and he flew backward a bit from the stunning blow. Goku still had his face turned in the direction that Yamcha hit him, and suddenly he turned around to face him, an evil smirk on his face.

"Is that all you've got?" Goku said with a dry chuckle. Yamcha's eyes widened with alarm, and before he could think Goku dematerialized and materialized in front of him, punching him in his stomach so hard he stayed hunched over seconds later. Yamcha finally let out a gasp of air as he felt the blow of Goku's roundhouse kick to his back, causing him to fall out of the sky quickly. Yamcha hit the ground hard on his back, the pain seared through his body as he struggled to focus on where Goku was. Suddenly Goku materialized in front of him, the morning sun beaming behind him so he really couldn't see his face "Had enough?" Goku asked vehemently.

Yamcha pulled himself up, coughing as his lungs finally found air. "Fuck you Goku. You can have her. It's not worth me getting slaughtered." Yamcha began to limp off, holding onto his left side as he went, but stopped for a moment as he turned to say one more word to Bulma. "I hope you, Goku and your bastard baby are very happy!" He grunted as he began to float up into the air, probably using the last of his strength to fly away. Bulma felt the blood leave her face when he said that, and she bit her lip as Goku walked up closely behind her.

"I'm sorry I had to do that," Goku said wrapping his arms around her waist. "But he really left me no choice. And he talked bad about you."

"I know," Bulma said patting his hand lightly, not really use to having someone defend her this way. "This is really a mess, Goku."

Goku turned her around to face him, and he cupped her face in his hands. He stared into those deep blue pools and smiled. "It's worth it. I love you." Softened with such a remarkable statement, Bulma couldn't resist and kissed him deeply. He broke the kiss and raised a curious eyebrow at her. "What did Yamcha mean about a baby?"

Dun dun DUN!!! Note: I know…Goku was bit OOC in this chapter. He was a little 'Vegeta-ish" in the fight scene, but hey, it's an AU story…deal with it! Thanks for reading! ~_^