Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ No Regrets ❯ No Regrets ( One-Shot )

No Regrets

By Gokusgirl

Dedicated to my muse, little ninjin.

I will not feel bad about the choices I made for myself over the years. I didn't when I left Yamcha. I didn't when I got pregnant with Vegeta's child. I didn't when I watched Vegeta leave on Capsule 3, heading out into space without a care for me while I carried his child in my womb. So why should I regret the choices I make now?

I feel a mixture of agony and repulsion, when I think about Vegeta leaving me. After all the love we made, and child we created together… for him to turn his back on me and Trunks was like a proverbial slap in my face, his leering, malicious laugh, reminding me that he belonged to no one, and could come and go as he pleased. I can still hear his voice, as he told me coldly that the brat and I were a distraction from completing his goal. His face was veiled with this evil black gaze, his cold onyx eyes stared down at me like I was nothing. He left without a goodbye, or any indication that he would return.

So for days I moped around the house, keeping Trunks close to me in my grief. I still loved and missed him terribly even though Vegeta had hurt me by leaving the way he did.

Weeks went by. I thought I would loose my mind if I didn't see Vegeta again. To have him hold me, for him to touch me like no man could was all I needed to feel alive again. But as each day came and went, it was becoming very obvious that he would never come back home.

I felt myself spiraling into depression, and growing anxious for Vegeta. I couldn't focus on daily routine things, like watching Trunks or working down in the lab. Mom and Dad offered to help me out with the baby, but what I really needed was more than a babysitter.

I missed how Vegeta touched and teased me with his mouth and fingers, driving me to the point of begging for him to take me all night. Our last encounter, over three months ago, before he left was short lived. Trunks and I were taking an afternoon nap, and Vegeta woke me up with a shock of hot kisses on my back and shoulders. We had to be quiet because Trunks was lying in the bed with me. After managing to finally engage into serious thrusts, Trunks woke up crying, and Vegeta growled with annoyance and rolled off of me. He quickly dressed and left the room without a word. He never touched me after that.

So now I lay awake all night, watching my balcony door with anxious anticipation that Vegeta would step in through the lightly blowing Curtins, rip my nightclothes off and fuck me for every day he's left me alone. But it never happens. My body, so finely tuned to his, aches for him.

Which brings me to my current situation.

It happened after my parents left to see my Uncle in Tokyo. I got an unexpected visitor. Goku has been kicked out of the house by Chichi, for the sixth time since he returned home from Yardratt. The last couple of times he was banished from home he stayed at Kame House and then at Krillin's. But he wore out his welcome by eating all their food, so he came to my house as a last resort for help.

He assured me that he would stay for a short while, and be on his best behavior. He knew that Chi would be calling for him to come back home, really soon. Goku is my life-long friend - and I could never turn my back on a friend at his time of need - so I told him to stay as long as he liked. He was good company to have around and besides, he helped me forget about Vegeta a little.

It was pretty normal having Goku around. He enjoyed my family immensely, especially playing with Trunks. But most of time Goku isolated himself by seeking the company of the television late at night, sleeping mostly all morning, and then training late in the day. I knew something was bothering him; his awkward silence was so unusual. I was so used to talkative, happy Goku…

The evening my parents left for Tokyo, "The Really Strange Incident" happened. I was up late going over some paperwork in the living room, when Trunks cried over his baby monitor. I ran upstairs, scooped him up and brought him downstairs to feed him. I figured I was alone with my parents gone and Goku out training, so I made the decision to breast feed him right there.

Trunks had just latched on and began his meal, when I heard the patio doors slide open, and in stepped Goku. He was all sweaty from his workout, and he had a towel thrown around his neck. My whole body stiffened with shock when I saw him, and I looked around for something to cover myself up with, but there wasn't anything around. His eyes locked onto Trunks and me. and He was about to speak, when he saw what Trunks was doing. He snapped his mouth shut; his cheeks flushed red with the obvious embarrassment of from the situation. But he didn't move - he just stood there; frozen with his eyes fixed on us, not sure what to do next.

"I'm sorry." Goku finally spoke; his tone was light and raspy.

"It's alright Goku," I let out a nervous chuckle. "I shouldn't have been doing this in here anyways."

"It's your house Bulma, you can do that anywhere you want."

I didn't have a reply for that, so I just nodded with a small smile, hoping he would walk out of the room. But he still stood there, and I could tell he was looking down at my lactating breast. His intense gaze burned through me, making my skin all hot and I began to shift on the couch. As soon as I moved, he blinked like he came out of a trance. He gave me a big smile as he walked across the room to the staircase. Just as he was about to go up, he stopped for a moment, to say something that seemed so odd, and yet so erotic:

"Watching you do that is really beautiful, Bulma."

What did he mean by that? Did he think I was beautiful, or did he think breast-feeding Trunks was beautiful? It had been so long since anyone had given me a compliment, excluding my parents. That's their job, after all, to pay you all those compliments, to make you feel better about yourself. But when a member of the opposite sex tells me something like that, it leaves me bewildered, and somewhat confused by the actual compliment itself.

But mostly I was flattered.

That night, I feel asleep for the first time in a very long time, with a smile on my face, after thinking over all the possibilities in Goku's comment.

That is when I began to look at Goku in another light. Goku is eight years younger than me, and even now at the age of 28 he doesn't look a day past nineteen. For years I always thought of him as a kid. Goku always had this mentality that reflected to the world that everyone was basically good deep down inside, and that life was just an adventure. So trusting, so innocent… so full of life and virtue. All the qualities also made him incredibly attractive.

When I let that thought enter my mind I nearly fell out of my chair. But Goku wasn't ugly - not by a long shot. His once childish features were long gone. Now stood a man who turned heads - namely mine.

The next evening I watched him do push-ups in the backyard. He was shirtless, and his body glistened with sweat. I watched in total awe as I saw each muscle constrict and pull… I actually enjoyed watching him! What shocked me more was how I envisioned myself right under him as he made each push…

I began to act like a total spazz every time he was around me. Even the slightest bit of physical contact from him left me in pieces. I was beginning to grow hungry for Goku - it was absolutely insane! I was godmother to his only child! But every time I looked at him, studying him from afar like I began to do; the more appealing he became.

How could Chichi not want a man like that in her bed every single night? Goku was tall, handsome, built like a locomotive and could probably go all night. I concluded that she was frigid, and couldn't please a man if she tried.

But I could.

Having the experience of being with a real specimen like Vegeta really helped me, sexually. Being with Yamcha was wonderful, he did the job nicely when he tried, but he was a passive lover. Sometimes it was all too quick, and it was over before I could get warmed up. That's a totally different story with Vegeta. He wouldn't come until I did, repetitively. He worked hard to please me, and that was a big turn on. He freed me of my inhibitions, and I became a more openly sexual person with each encounter we had. I was never left unsatisfied in the end - in fact, I was usually left sleeping like a babe. So I knew what tricks I could pull to seduce and tempt, because Vegeta taught me well.

I actually considered getting intimate with Goku the day I went and got the famous Brazilian bikini wax at Georgina's. It hurt like hell, but I was quite pleased when it was over. I also straightened my hair out after wearing that horrible curly perm for months. As I stood in front of the full-length mirror, I stared back at a woman who looked so good that no man could refuse her! A nervous feeling twisted through my stomach when I finally realized - I was going home that evening to seduce a man!

After picking Trunks up from part time daycare facility, I dropped him off at my girlfriend Elizabeth's condo. I felt so guilty - I hadn't spent any time with the little man today. I promised myself I would make it up to him. But tonight was mommy's night to have some fun!

I made it home around six that evening, and made a quick retreat to my bedroom to shower and change into something more suited for the occasion. As I applied my lip-gloss, I noticed how my hand trembled with anticipation. I stood back and looked at myself in my mirror, starting at my bare feet, panning up to my short blue skirt to my white halter-top with the small spaghetti stings. I reached under my shirt to quickly discard the strapless bra, making sure my tits didn't appear to sag. I let out a nervous sigh, whispered a quick prayer and grabbed my nail polish as I went downstairs to the backyard, to see Goku.

When I stepped out onto the patio, I noticed him doing one-handstand pushups. He had on his shirt- to my disappointment. But the grunting noises he made as he pushed himself up and down were like music to my ears. He never noticed as I slowly walked up to him, stopping about three feet in front of him. He was coming down into a push when I heard him inhale sharply, and his head rose up just in time to see my smooth legs.

"Hey Goku… what ya doing?" I said in a singsong voice. Goku wobbled, then brought his legs down to the ground before he tumbled over. I saw his eyes rake over me slowly, as he let out a huge gush of air.

"Just… working out," Goku said plainly, wiping the sweat off his brow. He gave me a lop-sideded grin as he placed his hands on his hips. "I like what you did to your hair Bulma."

"Thanks," I said shyly, smiling back at him idiotically. "Hey… you got a minute to help me out with something?"

"Sure, what you need?" Goku asked quietly.

"I just got back from the spa today - and totally forgot to have my toes painted. With my bad back, I can't do it." I bit my lip nervously and stepped closer to him, putting on the saddest set of eyes imaginable. "Can you be a sweetie and paint them for me?" I dangled the small bottle of red pearl nail enamel between my thumb and index finger. Goku gave me a strange look, not sure how to respond to my bizarre request. Slowly, he reached out for the bottle of nail polish in my hands.

"I guess I can… if Vegeta wouldn't mind." Goku taunted, flashing his gorgeous smile. I felt myself beginning to get wet just from looking at him. My smile faltered a bit when he brought up Vegeta, but I squared my shoulders and I made my reply.

"Well Vegeta's not here to do the job… so someone else will have to do it for him." I gave a playful wink as I turned around, sashaying as I walked back into the house. Sure enough, he was right on my heels, and from looking at the reflection in the glass of the patio door, Goku had his eyes glued right on my behind, his mouth agape with total fascination.

We walked into the living room. I plopped down on the white couch, and Goku sat next to me. I could sense his confusion and nervousness. Since I didn't want to give him too much time to think about what I was up to, I immediately turned to face him, picking my feet up and placing them on his lap. My eyes zeroed in on his crotch, and I licked my lips slowly as I noticed the bulge.

"Okay, which foot do you want to start with?" Goku swallowed, his eyes now looking at my long legs and thighs. "I've never done this before." His voice almost broke.

"You can start with this one," I began, as I lifted a delicate foot, hanging only inches from his face. I had to giggle - his eyes focused on my foot so intently that they went together. He unscrewed the top off the nail polish, dabbed the top in the bottle a couple of times, and set the bottle down on the coffee table. He then carefully placed my foot in his hand, and proceeded to paint my big toenail with shaking fingers. I thought I was going to faint t he moment his hand touched me. He was focused on his task; tongue tucked out of the side of his sweet mouth, making sure not to put paint on the surrounding area of my toes. Once he got to my pinky toenail, I was squirming restlessly in my seat, so close to just coming right out and asking him to... His eyes finally locked on to mine - and it was that moment I noticed his cheeks were flushed. We were both silent; but it seemed the air was jumping with electricity… with this feeling like something was bound to happen.

"Blow on them… to make them dry." I instructed him. I couldn't believe I said it. I sounded like that sultry character in the movie Carmen. He nodded, like he was in a trance, as he lowered his head down to my foot. I watched, as he sensually closed his eyes then blew softly across my toes. A chill ran up my spine when the cool air dancing across my skin, and the grip on my foot grew tighter. Loosing myself for a moment, I let out a small moan, letting my head fall back against the armrest of the couch. I think Goku finally figured out what I wanted when I suddenly felt his other hand run up my calf. I was too weak with desire to pull myself up, so I opened my eyes to watch his exploring hands slide up and down my smooth leg. Goku had stopped blowing on my toes to lean forward, letting my footrest on his muscular shoulder. He was now looking at me with lust in eyes.

"You have very smooth skin," Goku whispered, not sounding like himself. "Did you know that?"

"Uuuh-huh," Was all I could say, my eyes drawing close as his trembling hand got brave enough to slide across my thigh.

"God you feel good," Goku said in an inaudible tone, his hot mouth touching my calf lightly. "Am I dreaming this?"

I was tickled he thought that, and I laughed as I looked at him once more through half lidded eyes. "If it is… I don't want you to wake up."

"Neither do I." Goku chuckled as his mouth made its way to my knees. He was now kneeling on the floor next to the couch. My hips were hanging off the edge. His kisses led up my inner thigh, and I spread my legs further apart for him to venture. As he reached the apex of my legs, he kissed my soaking wet panties right at the crotch. I nearly fell off the couch.

His huge hands grabbed my hips, and he looked up at me with an impish grin. "Gotcha," Goku said with smirk. His hand reached under my skirt, finding the elastic band of my panties. He slowly pulled them down, and I shivered when I felt the hot sticky seat of the panties slide across my skin. Goku didn't waste anytime getting to what he wanted. Before I could guess what he was going to do next, he buried his face right between my legs.

My hips jerked in response to his scorching tongue as it delved between the folds of my sex. I didn't know what was sexier, having him eat me or watching him eat me! My legs instinctively drew farther apart, and Goku reached his hand up to spread me apart more so I could watch his tongue flick my clitoris back and forth. I surprisingly came, my entire body jolted with pleasure. But he wasn't through, not by a long shot. His head dipped down to catch all the juices that flowed from me, and his mouth licked up to my sensitive nub, catching it between his teeth as he sucked on it loudly. I thought I was going to pass out; he was making me come again. Needing to let go so badly, to feel this release was more than I ever imagined - I orgasmed yet again. Goku greedily lapped up what he could.

As his mouth left my drenched orifice I hissed with disapproval. We finally looked at each other, and it was a bit disbelieving at first at what actually happened, but damn it felt so good. Goku's mouth and chin shimmered with my juices. He licked his lips as if he wanted more.

"What's wrong? Can't take anymore?" Goku asked, his voice raspy and low. Two of his fingers entered my slick, hot passage very slowly, stroking me like a finely tuned guitar. "I could eat this sweet pussy of yours all day."

I didn't think Goku was capable of making such a lewd statement; it made me even hotter. I tried to speak; but watching him finger me was taking my breath away. He kept his eyes on mine and increased his rhythm, moving his hands very quickly, making a very audible sticky noise. Then he stopped. Removing his fingers, only to stick them in his mouth, his eyes closed, and he tasted me like cake batter. He quickly stuck his fingers back inside to stroke me a few times and gather up what secretions he could, to place them back in his mouth again. He kept doing this for some time, driving me so close to yet another orgasm - but not allowing me release.

"Goku… please," I begged him, and then I realized he was making me plead, the same way Vegeta would. He chuckled low in his throat, his mouth enclosed my clit once more, and his fingers went into overdrive. I exploded so hard that I drew my legs up tightly against him, trapping him there. When I finished, he peeled himself from my embrace to stand up, uniting his sash to his gi quickly. I was so shocked that Goku had all at once became this willing participant in my seduction, and it made me realize that he was just as horny as I was!

He pulled his pants down, and my hand flew up to cover my mouth as I saw his erection spring out. It had to be the second largest penis I've seen, compared to Vegeta's. Goku grabbed his length; his eyes were half-lidded with primal lust as he stroked himself. I dropped to my knees. Looking up into his glazed eyes, I pulled him into my greedy mouth. his skin tasted salty from his workout as I worked his velvety flesh in and out of my mouth. He seemed to get more and more aroused…

Goku crumpled on his knees to the floor, his hands twisting into my hair, as I placed more suction on him.

"Oh… Bulma… I needed this… I… needed... oh your hot mouth…." Goku was chanting with ragged and short breath. I could taste the beginnings of his release, but I didn't want it to end this way. I immediately let him out of my mouth, and he moaned loudly in protest. I pushed him on his back and climbed aboard, positioning myself right above his arousal. Slowly, I lowered myself down on him. Goku's eyes rolled back into his head when he felt himself enveloped deep inside of me. It had been a while for me, so there was some discomfort working him in, but I knew my body would get used to it. When he was finally in, I thought I was going to burst I felt so full.

With my hands planted on his chest, I began to make oval movements on his shaft. I leaned forward as I pushed down, stimulating my clitoris against his skin. As I pulled up on him, I gasped when I suddenly hit my g-spot. It never failed with this remarkable position. I rocked my hips up again, this time making emphasis on the oval movement as I hit my g-spot again. I lost it. My insides turned into jelly as the walls of my sex gripped Goku so tightly that he shook. I felt as if I was dreaming, the entire time. The whole incident seemed so surreal that I nearly lost my breath when I realized I came again, bringing me swiftly back to reality, and I felt his hands tightly on my waist. I shuddered with my orgasm, lying on top of him as I lost all rhythm and strength to ride my release out.

Big hands suddenly grabbed my hips, nearly covering them as he took over, raising them up and down on his shaft steadily. I moaned into his shirt as I felt myself slip again. My juices ran all over him as he grunted with each powerful thrust. He gripped my hips tighter as he began to tremble, and I knew he was about to come. He groaned; the tempo of his hands lifting me increased as his hips rocked into mine.

"I needed… oh gosh, Bulma… you sweet, hot… ugh…" Goku choked out. He began spurting his hot seed deep inside me, shivering with his orgasm, and he pulled me closer to him, as if fearing the feeling would disappear in an instant if I moved. He gripped my hips tighter as he made quick, penetrating hunches into me. He was trying to hold onto that feeling as long as he could, and so was I.

At some point I passed out, only to wake up a few seconds later hearing Goku's ragged breath, and the beating of his heart. His shoulders seemed to shake, and when I raised my head up to look at him, I noticed he was crying. Panic swept through me - I thought that he was feeling guilty about what we did. It made me suddenly nauseous. He looked at me, wiping his cheeks as sighed deeply.

"I never imagined it could be that good," Goku finally said, his hand brushing the stray hair out of my face. I was so relieved he was not upset at having sex with me; so I smiled back at him. "That was stupid thing to say, wasn't it?"

"No… never," I assured him, my hand swirling a lock of his black hair. "I guess it's been a while for both of us."

Goku never replied to that, and he laid his forearm over his eyes as he sighed again. He removed his arm and looked at me gravely, his tone dead serious. "Are you on anything? I didn't mean to, you know… inside you."

"Everything's okay Goku, I'm on the pill." I replied with a laugh. He gave a small smile back, and looked around the room. "Well I guess we've made a mess of ourselves, huh?"

"Yeah… we should get cleaned up," Goku suggested, and I slowly removed myself from off of him, hissing at the displeasure of having him not inside me. When I stood, my legs felt like rubber and I ached from being expertly stretched by Goku's size. He laughed at my hobble up the stairs, and I just turned and gave him a smoldering glare. This was obviously the hint for him to follow, because he pulled his pants up quickly and tagged along. Once we got to my bedroom, I closed the door behind us and Goku placed both hands against the door, trapping me in between them. He drew his face close to mine, and I felt dizzy from our proximity, the feeling of his hot breath against my skin was making me wet again.

"Can I… kiss you?" Goku breathed, his lips barely touching mine. I suddenly felt unable to speak, and I gave a small, shaky nod. His tongue slid sensually across my bottom lip, and I felt my knees buckle. He drew back slowly, looking down at my open mouth with his dark, wanting eyes as his smile curled mischievously across his face. He lowered his head again, and we kissed for the first time. His mouth was sweet, and I tasted myself as he slipped his tongue across mine. I felt his hands wrap around my waist, and my arms wrapped around his strong neck, drawing him closer to me. His tongue danced around in my mouth, stroking my tongue lovingly. We broke the kiss after a few minutes, only to catch our breath. Goku let out a small moan, his forehead lying on my shoulder, his hips pressed against mine, and I felt his erection. I didn't want him taking me against my bedroom door, so I pressed a hand on his chest, pushing him back so he could look at me.

"Goku… I need a shower," I said softly as I smiled at him. "You can join me, but you have to be good."

"Oh yeah!" Goku beamed as he let go of me, stripping as he ran into the bathroom. I hobbled in just as a now naked Goku turned on the water in the shower stall, the steam already lifting up to the ceiling. My eyes fell on his naked body, and even though I had seen Goku naked thousands of times, this was different. His body, so finely trim and covered with muscles, reminded of the finely sculptured statues I once seen in a museum. He was absolutely perfect. He turned around, smiling warmly at me as he placed his hands on his hips, proudly sporting his huge erection, the head bulbous with its dusky red hue. "Are you going to get undressed, or stare at my behind all day?"

I laughed and nervously began to pull the remainder of my clothing off. Goku stood in absolute silence, watching me as I uncovered parts of my body he had never seen before. When I stepped out of my skirt, his eyes zeroed in on the little patch of hair that remained from my waxing, and I saw a smirk curl up on his face. Maybe he was recounting what we had done, as he licked his lips? When I pulled my shirt over my head, I forgot that since I was breastfeeding my breast probably looked enormous to him. I tossed the shirt aside, and rung my hands with uneasiness as I saw Goku eyes widen when he stared at my breasts.

"Damn Bulma," Goku said with wonder in his voice. "You have the most beautiful breasts!" Before I could answer, Goku walked over to me, grabbed one breast in is hand and licked the nipple very deliberately, almost causing my legs to give out from up under me. I had to admit, Goku had a very skilled tongue, which he had demonstrated to me earlier in the living room. He didn't just suck on my nipples; he licked them in slow, penetrating strokes before lightly blowing across them, making me whimper. I felt the telltale pinprick of my milk coming in as the skin over my nipples contracted, bringing me back to my senses. I rubbed Goku's shoulder softly as I tried to remind him about the reason we were in the bathroom.

"Ah… Goku…" I rasped out, biting my lip as I focused on what I need to say. "The… shower…"

"Oh," Goku seemed to whine as he raised his head, licking his lips slowly. "Sorry. Well let's get in."

Goku stepped in first, letting the water pelt his face and hair. It was odd seeing his spiky black mane pushed back, but it wasn't long enough to touch his shoulders. I stood behind him, admiring his perfect ass while patiently waiting to stand under the showerhead. I watched the muscles in his back flex and pull as he grabbed the pink poof and body wash from the shower caddy. He placed a huge amount of soap on the poof, and worked up a good lather as he turned around to face me. He smiled, rubbing the poof across his chest as he motioned for me to switch places with him. I moved in front of him, our bodies brushing against each other as I made my way to drench myself with the hot water that rained from the showerhead.

My hands rose up towards the water's path, and I closed my eyes has I felt the water cover me sensually. I ran my hand in my hair, smoothing it back as I savored the moment. I let out a long, satisfied sigh as I stood there, gradually feeling my body relax. My eyes snapped open when I felt Goku's hands on my thighs.

I looked down to see Goku's huge soapy hands moving across my skin. They slid up my waist, then across my stomach in small circles. I felt Goku's mouth on my shoulder and this hard body pressing into me. It felt so damn good, and I pushed my rear end into him, loving the way his erection jutted and nudged between the cleft of my hips. His soapy hands captured my ripe breasts, giving them a playful squeeze. I leaned my head back, it resting on Goku's shoulder as my mouth found his, and we kissed fiercely.

He let go one of my breasts, and I protested until I felt his hand move downward between my legs. Instinctively my thighs parted for his deft fingers to invade me yet again, and he broke the kiss with a chuckle.

"You like spreading your legs for me, don't you Bulma Briefs?" Goku said with his vulgarly hot tongue dipping into my ear. He didn't give me a chance to answer as two fingers plunged deep inside me, jolting me with pleasure so intensely I rose up on my toes. He chuckled wickedly in his throat, and for a moment I thought it was actually Vegeta who was in the shower with me. His mouth was so close to my ear as he sneered, "Of course you do… your pussy needed me, didn't it?"

My mind was spinning with his crude question. I was stunned that this was sweet Goku talking to me like this - and it made me wetter and hornier for him than I could ever imagine. My hips rocked up to his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me quickly. Each time I tried to give him my answer, he sped up, getting me close to coming - but not quite.

"That was a rhetorical question," Goku said plainly, his thumb now finding the hood of my clitoris, rubbing it in circular motions as he continued his torture. "But I can tell you… I've dreamed of fucking you for years Bulma. Fucking you, sucking you… making you come over and over."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. All this time, Goku had this secret, passionate fetish about me, and I didn't even notice it? What he was saying and doing was happening all at once and I couldn't think straight as I crested sharply into orgasm again; my body trembling like a leaf. His other arm came around my waist, pulling me close to him as he finished me off, enjoying every minute of it. My legs felt like they were jell-o as I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and I felt his body weight lean forward, like he was trying to bend me over. I came out of my post-orgasmic daze feeling his shaft poking me between my buttocks, trying desperately to find refuge.

"That's it… bend right over for me," Goku hissed, his hands shaking as he slid his length up and down my wanton opening. "It's so hot and tight… so ready for me…" Goku grunted as he pushed himself deep inside me, and I reached out to grab hold of the shower handle to give myself support. He was relentless with his thrusting, and I loved it. I arched my back, opening myself wider for him as he pounded away, his hands holding my hips apart so he could lewdly watch himself. The sound of his wet, hard body slapping violently against my ass was music to my ears. And the position was so delicious; he reached depths inside me that longed to be roused and woken. Occasionally he pressed his thumb into my anus slowly, making me swoon. I never knew I would get so turned on with someone touching me there! I knew I wouldn't last much longer as I suddenly began to feel my head and stomach swell with the beginning effects of my release. I gasped when I did, and I came three more times before Goku followed suit, never realizing I was now on my elbows and knees on the shower floor, my rump in the air unceremoniously. Goku was on top of me, slowly recovering with his shallow breaths. I was totally speechless; and to think that he was capable of pleasing me the same way as, or even better than Vegeta has made me grasp that this was a Saiyan thing, for sure. I hated to compare; but they both seemed to last longer than any man I've ever been with, and that was only Yamcha!

Kissing my back, he slowly pulled out of me, moaning to his displeasure. He stood, helped me up and we resumed our shower. He was so sweet as he bathed me, humming happily as he smiled at me with those big onyx eyes. He spent a long time soaping my huge breasts, tweaking the nipples playfully. I loved it, but I knew it was heading for another round that I was just not up for. I felt so sleepy. He noticed I was quiet, so he quickly lathered up, rinsed us both down and carried me out of the shower stall. He dried me off, not leaving one inch of me wet, as he patted down with the fluffy white towel.

"Did you want to stay in my room?" I finally spoke, and he looked up at me, as he was towel drying his hair.

"I'd like to," Goku answered, now drying his arms and chest. "I know you're tired, so I won't try anything."

"I am sleepy… thanks." I made my way into my bedroom, my thighs throbbing with the after effects of our bout in the shower. I sat down at my vanity to brush my hair, relieved that it's now straight and manageable. Goku walked in, flopped across my bed on his back, his hands behind his head. I watched him in the refection of the mirror as he crossed his legs, staring up at the ceiling as he began to hum.

I finally joined him, both of us as naked as the day we were born as I pulled the thick down comforter over us. He wiggled over to me, giving me a huge hug as he kissed my forehead.

"Man, Bulma… I feel great!" Goku beamed, giving me a quick kiss. He turned, lying on his back as I laid my head on his chest. As I turned off the light, his arms came around me, rubbing my shoulders while our legs entangled ourselves under the comforter. Right at that moment I felt safe, satisfied, and happy again. Sleep was overtaking me, and I sighed deeply, preparing myself for some well-deserved rest. But as soon as I my eyes closed, Goku woke me with a sober confession:

"Bulma? Are you asleep?" Goku asked softly.

"No… what is it Goku?" I lied, closing my eyes again. There was a long pause before he begun.

"I wish I could stay here with you forever," Goku began, and my eyes shot open with surprise. "But I know I can't… we both have obligations that we can't walk away from. So I know that after tonight, this won't happen again… ever."

I raised my head up, looking into the dark at Goku's face. He had taken the words right out of my mouth! I was the one who was supposed to let him down, and here he is, reading me the riot act.

"I needed this… we needed this," I replied softly, and I felt his arms tighten around me closer. "Things will get better at home for both of us… it's just that Vegeta's never home now, and Chichi's being unreasonable -"

"Chichi never likes it when I touch her," He cut across me, his voice sounding hurt. "I never do anything right. She says I'm a terrible father and a horrible husband… do you know what she told me when I asked for another child? She said that she would not bear another… how did she put it? …Half-breed bastard for her to raise all by herself. Can you believe that?"

Before I could get a word in, he continued. "I try and I try… and I can never do anything right at home. She says I'm a bad influence on Gohan and she wondered why she married me in the first place. I'm beginning to wonder the same thing myself. I think I don't love her anymore, Bulma."

My heart raced with his confession; and I swallowed deeply, not able to say anything just yet.

His embrace was tight as he talked again, his voice was so sad. "My friends … all they want me to do is save the day. I'm tired of everyone depending on me to save them from the androids, and after this threat is over, what's next? Another villain, another fight for the good of mankind… don't get me wrong, I love fighting on the side of good… but I'm so tired."

"And then we made love, and everything became so clear to me… that this is what I needed, this is what I've wanted all along… you made me feel alive again, Bulma… and I thank you so much. Just when I felt I was at the end of my rope, on the brink of insanity dealing with the fact that my life was simply miserable; I fell into your arms, making it the best thing that has happened to me in years. You came to me not wanting anything more but to be loved, and by doing that you made me feel like a man again."

I was stupefied. I made him feel like a man again? I was about to tell that I beg to differ when I realized that we were in fact two lost souls, hurt and lonely… searching for the one thing that our love ones just couldn't give us right then, so we found it with each other. I understood Goku's anguish, always being labeled the hero; I felt some responsibility in that; making him my own personal bodyguard when we were kids. I wondered if I had never met Goku on that faithful day, would he still be in the Paozu Mountains, living in his grandfather's shrine blissfully unaware of the world around him? The tone in his voice already gave me that answer, and I felt guilty.

"I only wish I could make it up to you," I whispered into his chest, my hand caressing his skin.

"You have already… repeatedly," Goku joked lightly, causing me to smile as well. "But there is something you could promise me."

"What's that?" I asked.

"If something should happen to me when the androids come… will you promise not to wish me back with the Namekican Dragonballs?"

My stomach lurched at his gruesome request. Not wish him back? I could not understand his logic; why would he not want to come back? "Why, Goku? Don't you want to come back to your family?"

"I'm better off dead to Chichi, and Gohan's eleven now, so there's no need to drag things out between us," Goku scoffed bitterly. "Besides… it seems that every threat that comes to Earth has something to do with me anyways… so if I'm out of the picture, maybe then the Earth is safe."

At first, it did seem like a selfish request; but now since he's putting it this way, he did have a point. I wasn't exactly sure how I could convince the others in not wishing him back, but I owed him my word. It made me sad to think that Goku was once again prepared to give his life for us… he had my heart right there, and I held back my tears as I hesitantly answered:

"Yes Goku… I promise not to wish you back."

He let out a relieving sigh, hugging me close as he kissed my forehead once more. "Thank you… sweet Bulma… thank you."

************

It seemed like we slept forever. I awoke many times that night, making sure I wasn't dreaming; that the man laying next me was real. By Gods, he was. When he first fell asleep, he snored, obviously drained from the evening's activities. But later he stopped, the only sounds coming from him were soft, relaxing, so reassuring… it lulled me into a blissful sleep.

I found myself affectionately spooned when morning came. His arms wrapped around me like a thick blanket; his leg was thrown over mine. His breath was softly blowing behind my ear… I was in heaven! We woke up at the same time. He started moving his hips against my rear end, his morning erection ready to play.

I could have simply gotten up, or even told him no… but I'm way too horny in the mornings. I laid still; letting his hands and hips explore me silently until I rolled over on my back.

His dark brows furrowed. For a moment, I panicked, remembering that damned promise we made the night before. His hand came slowly down. I thought it was to catch a tear, and mumble an apology before he rolled off the bed. I closed my eyes against the image. But instead of feeling his hand on my face, I felt a light, gentle touch at my right nipple. I opened one eye to look. Goku was staring at my engorged breasts, filled with the milk for Trunks' morning nursing.

"Is that your milk, Bulma?" His voice was full of wonder.

A relieved smile cracked my face, as I nodded. "Do you want to taste it, Goku?" I was shocked by my own question. But what shocked me even more was his enthusiastic response, as he leaned down and captured my nipple in his mouth, making the pinpoint prickles from my let down harden my breast as he drank me in.

"Goku!" I ran a hesitant hand through his hair, before he came up, licking his lip salaciously, rubbing his nose against mine.

"I told you I thought it was beautiful." His mouth came down on mine and I groaned in confusion. "The way you love, Bulma, it's beautiful." I felt my heart ache as his mouth came back down.

He instantly pressed his heavy body on top of mine, and my legs opened for him. As he reached down to position himself against me, he had this foggy expression on his face; one I will never forget. His cheeks were red and his eyes were half-closed, his mouth agape. Then he swallowed deeply, coming out of his strange trance as he lowered his face closer and closer to mine. Our lips touched, and I tilted my head upward, kissing him with growing enthusiasm. My arms went around his neck, pulling him closer to me as I felt him enter me swiftly. I groaned into his mouth, my hips on autopilot as they rocked up to meet his slow, mind-blowing thrusts.

"I know… ugh… we… shouldn't… ugh… but… ugh… it… it… ugh…" Goku panted, his face buried in my hair has he plowed into me faster. "…Too good… ugh… too good…"

He was right. It was too good. I couldn't speak, every thrust made me hiccup for air. He felt so wonderful. If he had asked me to bark like a dog, I would have done it. His hands were on my hips, holding me still as he slammed it home, again, again, and again. He raised his head up; as he grunted excitedly, "Look at us… Bulma… look at what I'm doing…"

My eyes followed down the length of our bodies meshed together, and I saw the most erotic sight: My legs were now pulled up towards my chest, spreading me open more, and his lean, muscular body was hunching into mine. I saw his gigantic length piston in and out of my slick opening. It looked as good as it felt. I watched in fascination as his hips slowed down, rocking forward in circular motions into me, causing my thighs to tingle and my feet to curl.

Then all at once, he began hammering into me, our bodies slapping together hard as I watched our wet bodies come together over and over. My eyes trailed back up his body to find him looking right back at me; those eyes so dark and yet so full of longing, admiration, of trust… even if it was only for that moment, I was his and he was mine.

And I loved him more than anything.

His eyes began to flutter as he gritted his teeth, bracing himself for this final release with me. Feeling him fill me with his warm seed made me let go. I sobbed out his name as I gripped his hair in my hands, pulling him down to a fiery kiss. I hated for it to end.

**********

Two separate showers later, Goku and I were in the kitchen eating a huge breakfast. We both hadn't had a bite to eat since lunch yesterday. But I didn't mind - I felt like a million bucks! When I got out of the shower, in the mirror, the wonderful afterglow - from Goku! I was still sore as hell; but knowing he was responsible for that made me blush furiously.

And I wanted to feel it; I wanted a reminder of what happened between us… and even though I would recover soon, I would hold on to it for as long as I could.

I sat across from Goku as he scarfed down a huge plate of Belgian waffles and scrambled eggs. You must have a strong stomach to watch him eat; but I've been doing it for so many years that I've grown accustomed to his disturbing eating habits. He looked up from his plate, giving me a playful wink as he slurped down his orange juice.

"Hey, where's Trunks?" Goku asked with his mouth full of toast.

Now he wonders where he is! "He's at Elizabeth's… a friend of mine." I answered, taking a bite out of my cantaloupe.

Goku nodded, and his eyebrow shot up inquisitively. "So how did he…" He motioned at his chest suggestively. "Eat?"

"I have the milk in bottles silly," I laughed. "Surely I can't have him dangling from my breast all the time!"

"Hmph… wish I could," Goku joked, rolling his eyes wildly at me with his handsome grin.

I tightened my smile when he said that; hoping he wouldn't bring up anything about the previous night. Instead, I let it pass. The doorbell rang. I quickly rose from my seat, thankful for the diversion, as I slapped him across the arm before leaving the room.

"Behave…" I giggled, grateful that I got to answer the door. Elizabeth and Trunks, his arms stretching wildly for me, greeted me. "Oh! Trunks… how's mommy's little man?"

"Quite full of himself," Elizabeth laughed as she handed him to me. "He didn't sleep too well last night, I guess he missed you."

"Well mommy won't leave her man anymore, will she?" I spoke in a baby like voice to Trunks, kissing him all over his tiny face. He just squealed in delight as his fingers pulled my hair. "Hey Liz, I was on my way over to get him -"

"No problem honey," Elizabeth said with a wave of her hand. "I just thought that I would drop him off as I went to work, it was along the way…" She stepped closer to me biting her lip. "I can tell that everything went okay… you look great!"

I blushed, touching my cheek. "Does it really show? Oh my God…"

"I have got to see this man! Where is he?" She inquired, looking over me and into the house.

Unexpectedly Goku appeared at the door, wiping his mouth surprisingly with a napkin. His eyes lit up when he saw Trunks in my arms, and right away he grabbed him out of my arms, tossing him happily into the air.

"Trunks! There you are… Uncle Goku missed you, little buddy!"

"Uncle Goku, really," Elizabeth sneered, and I jabbed her hard in her side.

Goku looked over at us, and cradling Trunks in his arms he walked up to Liz, his hand extended out warmly. "Hi, I'm Goku… are you Elizabeth?"

"Uh - yes," Elizabeth gushed out as she shook his hand. Her cheeks flushed as she inventoried Goku slowly. "Nice to meet you."

"Well thanks for watching him last night… bye!" Goku turned with my son and walked into the kitchen, asking him if he was hungry for some Belgian Waffles. Liz just stood there, her hand still outstretched; her eyes were as big as saucers.

"He… is… a hottie," Liz breathed, and then laughed. "You slut you!"

"Okay now… you saw, you go," I teased, pushing out the door. "And thanks again sweetie!"

"You call me tonight!" Liz whispered loudly as she walked down the steps to her vehicle. "I want full descriptive details!" I gave her a wave and closed the door. I walked back into the kitchen to find Trunks in a high chair, making quite a mess with chunks of waffle and pancake syrup. Goku sat on the edge of the bar stool at the table, drinking the rest of his orange juice. He smiled at me when he saw me enter, and stood with one hand on his hip.

"So what does Elizabeth know about me?" He teased, his eyebrows going up and down.

"She called you a hottie," I replied, wiping the excess syrup out of Trunks' hair. I noticed Goku perplexed expression on the word, and I laughed. "Don't worry… hottie's a good thing." He was about to give me a clever retort when the phone rung, and assuming it was my mother checking in, I quickly answered it. Boy was ever wrong.

"Moshi moshi?" I sang into the phone, sounding like a woman that was laid very well the night before.

"Bulma? Is that you?" The piercing voice spoke on the other end. My heart stopped beating. I grabbed the phone tightly in my now sweaty hand and I shot Goku fleeting glance as I swallowed deeply. "Bulma dear, you don't sound like yourself."

"Chichi, how are you?" I spoke nervously, and I rolled my eyes for saying that so stupidly. "Where's Gohan?"

When I said that, Goku leaped to attention, running over to me with a mortified look on his face.

"I'm fine… I'm just looking for Goku. Krillin and that damn dirty hermit haven't seen him in days. So I was checking to see if you've seen him."

"Oh… he's been staying here for the last couple of weeks," I informed her, and the moment I said it I wish I could have taken it back.

"A COUPLE OF WEEKS?" Chichi shrieked into to phone, making me pull it back from my ear. "And he didn't even try to call home to see how his son was doing? Put him on the phone right now!"

"O-okay…" I stuttered as I pushed the phone into his chest, nodding to him to take it. After a second or two Goku snatched it from out of my hand, turning his back to me as he looked up at the ceiling, either silently praying or asking the chandelier to cave right down on his head. He let out a deep steady breath as he put the phone up to his ear, with closed eyes.

"Chi?" Goku whined, almost too afraid to hear her voice. I walked back over to Trunks, helping him continue his messy breakfast, as I assumed Goku wanted some privacy. "… I know… I should have called… I had nowhere else to go… just eating breakfast… training, the usual stuff… I know it was wrong… yes dear… I know his studies are more important than training…" Goku looked over at me his eyes almost glassy as he continued to speak. "…Yes… I know you don't want Gohan to turn out like me."

I was shocked at what I was hearing. She talked to him like he was nothing but a big bumbling ape. She tore him down and made him feel terrible about himself. And what was worse, he was encouraging it! The tone in his voice told me he stopped fighting Chichi long ago, ready to give in to her demands just to make her shut up.

"I will… I promise to have him home everyday before sunset… Okay… okay. I'll come home right now… in a few minutes… okay?" He paused for a moment, swallowing hard as he looked down at the floor. "I love you too. Bye." He hung up the phone, his eyes still on the floor as if he was defeated.

Picking Trunks up, I walked back over to Goku, trying to look at his face that he hid from me with his head down. He finally looked up, his smiling weakly. "All's well that ends well," Goku laughed sarcastically. "She's letting me come back home."

"That's good Goku," I spoke softly, not sure it was the best thing to say. Goku eyes narrowed down, and he shook his head.

"Is it?" Goku asked incredulously. "Well… thanks for letting me stay here, and putting up with me, Bulma."

"Goku you don't have to thank me, it's the least I could do." I felt my stomach flip as I realized he was going. We stood there silently for a few minutes it seemed, just staring at each other.

I wanted to scream. To tell the world it was unfair, that we deserved more than this lonely, unloved existence. I wanted Goku. I realized, as I looked back at him, that I wanted too much.

"Goku… I-"

"Bulma I have no regrets about what we did," Goku cut in, and he grabbed my hand, caressing it softly. "It was good we were there for each other, you know?" I nodded, not sure I could speak at all. "I'll go home; you'll continue to watch over Trunks until Vegeta gets back… everything will return back to normal."

My heart broke for the second time in my life.

Goku's other hand reached up to cup my face as he smiled warmly at me. "… And when I feel like I'm at the end of my rope, and I just can't take it anymore, I'll think back to that afternoon when you asked me to paint your toes… and how we made love the rest of the day…" He took his hand that was holding mine and laid it on his chest. "…I'll keep it here… always. Will you keep your promise to me?"

"Yes," I choked out, the tears already spilling down my cheeks. He sighed, giving Trunks and me a big hug, as he smelled my hair.

"Thank you… sweet Bulma," Goku whispered, kissing me on the forehead as he stepped back from us. "Well I better get going… Chichi is waiting for me."

Goku placed two fingers to his forehead, pausing only for a moment to stare at me. He gave me a wink as his eyes drifted away from mine, his thoughts concentrating on home. The air thinned around him, and in a nanosecond he wasn't standing there anymore.

****

When I think back to that fateful day, I don't feel ashamed, remorseful or even guilty about what we did. And I especially don't have, what Goku eloquently called, regrets.

The end