Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The other side of the Z ❯ The other side of the Z ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters in Dragonball Z. Dragonball Z belongs to Akira Toriyama. It is owed/licensed by Toei, Bird Studios, Shonen Jump, Funimation, and Viz.

 

Goku x Bulma

 

Well, I thought I'd take a break from Hunted Saiyans and write something completely different. This one-shot takes place during the Android Saga: Goku is training with Gohan in preparation for 17 and 18. I tried to keep everyone in character. This is in Goku's POV. Enjoy.

 

Warning: contains lime.

 

 

 

I'll be honest with myself. Rarely am I honest with myself, but I think I cannot deny it anymore. This time I must face the truth.

 

I stared at her from the corner of my eyes. She was my secret, and every time I denied these feelings I was lying to myself. I had always noticed her beauty, but never understood what it meant. When I was a child, she was the first woman I had ever met. You'd think I'd remember my first reaction. But I can't. I just remember her large, penetrating eyes and her shrieking voice. By the time I was a teenager, well, I guess you can say things changed. I inevitably noticed her sensuous body as she quickly transformed from a noisy girl to an even noisier woman. But even when I was a teenager, my prime thoughts were on food and fighting. She would be in the back of my mind, but I didn't understand what it meant.

 

I married Chi Chi. Boy was I surprised when I discovered what marriage meant. And I was happy. Yeah, you know what, I am happy. She's beautiful, strong-willed - a rare flower with soft flowing black hair and gentle eyes. She takes care of me like no woman can. She understands me I guess. I cannot dream of life on Earth without her.

 

But Bulma...

 

I feel like swearing. Now that I'm older, now that I've left those naive years, now that I'm in my late twenties, my heart begins to fucking boil for her. There, I swore. I'm craving for a woman I cannot have. These feelings, which I now understand much better, are slowly driving me to insanity. Why can't she just stay out of my sight?! I try to suppress these sudden feelings, these swelling hot sensations and thoughts. I blame my Saiyan mind, despite the fact that I call myself an Earthling. There you go; another lie I kept feeding myself.

 

Do you know that when Mirai Trunks had told me the future, I had surprisingly become sick to my stomach? This kid before me was the son of Bulma and Vegeta?! But I was blind I guess. Why, was it that impossible? Vegeta and Bulma are perfect for each other. Their personalities... good looks: a natural attraction.

 

The Androids will be here in two years. I'm training with Gohan as hard as I can, for once again; the Earth is threatened because of me. But she is here, and she's talking to Chi Chi.

“Vegeta's in space again; training! He's been gone for so long, has he completely forgotten about Trunks and I?!” My Saiyan ears pick up her voice. I hear Chi Chi swear at Vegeta. Only I know that Vegeta has left to attain Super Saiyan.

 

I look at her weary face and my heart jumps. Her perfect legs spur erotic fantasies in my mind, her collarbone smothered by my kisses, her legs wide open as she coos to my every touch... I mentally slap myself. There I did it again: Thinking about her in the open. Had I no shame? And the weird thing is: I'm not in love with her. Of coarse, I love her as a friend, perhaps one of my best friends if I group her with Krillen, but I'm not, and never will be in love with Bulma Briefs. I was purely physically attracted to her, and dammit, it's dangerous.

 

I could feel myself slowly lose control. If she didn't leave soon, I knew I'd do something I'd truly regret. I visualised myself pinning her against a wall or tree, whispering sweet words in her ear as she shuddered in anticipation... I'd rip her clothes away and do her as she screamed my name, just then and there. Her moans filled my ears.

 

I miss a blow to my head in the nick of time. I remind myself that Gohan's become much faster and stronger. That's my son. I inwardly sigh; if we hadn't been training seriously, I would still have been fantasising about Bulma. We train for a little while longer, and for those few minutes I'm able to focus my attention on the spar. My feelings are momentarily diverted, but then I hear Bulma's voice again and as Gohan recovers from my blow, my eyes turn to Bulma.

 

She lets out a sigh and I feel the surge again. Her face falls and I see her neck. My lips are on that perfect neck while my hands trace all over her body, emitting sultry moans from her. Her thighs press against each other when I touch her most sensitive part. I insert a finger into her hot, wet, tight entrance. Her head falls back and I grin.

 

Fuck, there I go again.

 

“I... I just don't know what to do while I wait for him Chi Chi! Honestly, Saiyans are impossible!”

 

“And where's the baby now?”

 

“Fast asleep. I had to leave the house for a while. I just needed to talk to you!”

 

Dammit, she wasn't leaving anytime soon.

 

“Of coarse dear,” Chi Chi laid a soft hand on her and suggested they'd go inside to continue their little chat. Gohan's just recovered and I can smell Chi Chi's delicious cooking. My tummy rumbles and I call it a day. Gohan nods in agreement and happily runs into the house.

 

I swear inwardly again when I find that the only free seat is opposite Bulma. I cheerfully greet her. No one in the room has any idea of my feelings. Gohan stuffs himself with food as Bulma continues to complain to Chi Chi and Chi Chi gives her, well, “Chi Chi-style” advice.

 

As I eat, I glance at Bulma every so often. By the time I finish my meal, Gohan's cleaned the dining table and left for his bath. I smile and hear Bulma sigh again. They continue to talk and I pretend to listen. In such a time, I wish I had my tail. My thoughts are completely focused on her. If I had my tail, I would definitely make my move. I wonder how she would react if I traced my tail over her thigh with Chi Chi in the same room? Would she yelp in shock, and I'd apologise, saying it “slipped”, and they wouldn't even suspect anything because I'm Goku, as pure as spring water? Or would she gasp a small breath, and in her surprise, yet intrigue, wait and watch where it went? Would she, despite that fact that Chi Chi was there, allow me to tease her under the table?

 

Chi Chi stands up and decides to wash the dishes. They still talk, and for the first time since she came, I notice the loneliness in Bulma's eyes. My heart sinks. She really loved Vegeta. I smile at her, “Hey, don't worry Bulma, I'm sure he'll come back!”

 

“You really think so?”

 

“Of course, why wouldn't he?”

 

She smiles back. She mouths a thank you and I smile sheepishly. I stand up, and realise that my feelings for Bulma, even though fresh in my mind, weren't meant to be. She didn't love me and I didn't love her.

 

Slowly she stands up, ready to leave. I decide to escort her to the door. Just as she's about to open the door, she turns to me.

 

“Goku,” she says so softly that only I can hear. She's suddenly nervous and I can see a blush. She avoids my eyes and I suddenly smell something familiar.

 

Arousal.

 

Her next words come out cautiously; “Will you…” she looks me in the eye, “take me?”

For a moment I was confused. Take me? What did she mean? “Take you? Take you where?”

 

Her eyes almost glisten. “Will you…” she leans closer and my heart pounds furiously against my chest, her hand on my stomach; I feel my tummy make a summersault, “Bulma!” I cry as low as I can, “Hey, what are you - ?”

 

She leans for me and kisses me. My eyes are wide in shock and I try my hardest to suppress a moan. Her tongue dances in my mouth. If Chi Chi ever caught me it would foreshadow my end. I break the kiss despite the boiling sensations. I stare at her in shock. My heart is telling me no, yelling at me, screaming, NO NO NO NO NO! Her fingers are all over me. I finally lose control. I call out a bit too hastily to Chi Chi but I could care less; “I'll be back!”

 

I grab Bulma and shoot towards the skies. Her hot tongue is on my neck. I find a place and shove her against a large boulder. Just like in my dreams…

 

We ripped each others shirts off and we blindingly kiss each other. Suddenly we stop and pant heavily, her hot breath against me. We look each other in the eyes. Honesty was the best policy.

 

***

 

Bulma and I never spoke to anyone about what happened that day. The day we had suddenly felt lightning as our bodies touched, the day that painful realisation had dawned to the both of us:

 

We didn't want this.

 

I never spoke to anyone about that day. The day I nearly had sex with Bulma Briefs.

 

 

End.

 

 

 

An abrupt end, I know. That kinda sucks, but I just wanted to end it soon. Well, in any case, I hope you liked it. It's the first time I've written lime, so cut me some slack! And of coarse I wouldn't let Bulma cheat on Vegeta, you think I'm crazy?! Comments and reviews are always welcome. Except the mean ones. Those aren't productive.

 

 

 

MizuSas.