Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Sweet Scent of Passion ❯ The Girls Give it their Best Shot ( Chapter 2 )

The Sweet Scent of Passion

by Orchideater

Warnings: NC17, yaoi, het, yuri Y/Gk, Gk/B, Gk/CC, Y/G/B/CC, implied G/V, and enough Y/B bickering to make it screamingly obvious why they broke up.

Disclaimer: DBZ and all DBZ characters property of Akira Toriyama and official licensees

Summary: G/CC/Y/B This is a *Dragonball* comedy sex fic. You have been warned. Also seeks to answer questions such as: Why is Chichi so cranky and crazy? Why do G+CC seem to have little intimacy? Why did they only have 2 kids when CC wanted many?

Chapter 2: The Girls Give it their Best Shot

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Bulma arrived at the Son house at sunset with Yamcha in tow, and Chichi greeted them at the door.

“Oh, thank you so much for coming,” she said, smiling and giving a polite bow. “I still feel so awfully embarrassed about this, but...”

She looked up and noticed the person standing to Yamcha’s left. “What is he doing here?!”

“Heh-heh.”

Bulma sighed in exasperation. “Roshi found out what we were doing and insisted on coming along. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. But he’s promised to be on his best behavior,” she yelled at him.

“Oh, come now, girl, give me a little credit. I know when to take things seriously. That Goku is like a son to me, and I want to make sure he has the kind of fulfilling, meaningful, totally rockin’ sex life that a fine young man like him should have.”

“H-He means well,” Yamcha said weakly in his defense.

“Of course I mean well! Besides, you kids ought to be thankful I’m offering my services– no one knows more about doing the deed than the Roshi-meister.”

“Huh. Even if that knowledge has never been put into practice,” Bulma scoffed.

“Hey, now, that was low!”

Chichi stood in her doorway sweatdropping, wondering if it was too late to make an excuse and send them away.

“Look,” Bulma reassured her, “I’ll be keeping a close eye on Roshi, so don’t worry. You going to invite us in? I want to get this show on the road.”

“Huh? Oh, oh of course. Where are my manners? Come in, come in,” she said, moving aside so they could enter.

Bulma tossed her purse onto the couch and surveyed the modest surroundings. “So where’s Goku?”

“Oh, he ran off to the river to take a bath after dinner. I’m hoping he’ll be back any moment now.”

Fortunately, the group only had to spend about five minutes sitting in awkward silence before he popped his spiky head through the door.

“Hey, it is you guys! I thought I sensed you,” he said cheerfully.

Hellos were exchanged, and Yamcha studied him in amazement. “Geez, Goku, I think you’ve grown even more since the last time we saw you.”

“In just two months? Naaahhh...” Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Why are you guys here? Nothing’s wrong, is it?”

“I invited them, Goku,” Chichi butted in. “They’re here to help us with our little problem.”

“We have a problem?”

“In the bedroom!”

Goku cocked his head quizzically and thought for a moment. “That squeak in the bed?”

“No, that it’s not squeaking enough! I mean our problems with intimacy, Goku. You know, ‘touchy-feelies?’”

“Oh, that,” he snorted. “I told you, Chichi, I really don’t like playing that weird game of yours. Come on, let’s not argue about that when my friends are over. I’ve got a great idea: let’s all go out for a nice dinner at the buffet restaurant in town.”

“You just ate, Goku! We’re dealing with these bedroom problems right now,” she barked, then swished all the drapes closed and dragged him by his navy shirt toward the bedroom.

“Alright, Bulma,” Chichi asked nervously when they were all assembled. “What do you want us to do?”

“Well, for starters, get naked and get in the bed, of course.”

“O-Okay,” Chichi stammered. She began to unbutton her vest, then glared at Roshi. “But what about...” She nodded her head toward him.

“Don’t worry about me, girl. I’m here to help you! Tonight I am the venerable Muten Roshi, purely professional and unconcerned with my own pleasure. Look, you’re the Ox King’s girl. I practically think of you as a granddaughter. How could I find you attractive?”

That was a true enough statement, and anyway it was really Bulma the old lecher hoped to see naked.

Chichi gave them her back and slipped into bed before she finished undressing, still trying to save a modicum of her modesty.

Goku, shameless as usual, whipped off his shoes, shirts, and pants and dropped them on the floor. “You girls don’t make sense,” he complained. “Usually you want me to keep my clothes on around you, and now you ask me to take them off.”

“Th... this is a special exception, Goku.”

The three visitors took a moment to gawk before he flopped into bed with Chichi, arms folded behind his head on the pillow. Goku had certainly grown up in more ways than one.

Bulma shook her head clear and returned to the task at hand. “Okay, why don’t you show us what you have done. And push those covers down so we can see what’s going on down there. Don’t be shy, Chichi, you’re with friends.”

“A-Alright. N-Now, I’m trusting you guys. Goku-sa, come lay here in the middle.” She crawled on hands and knees over him.

Chichi took his head in her shaking hands and gave him a long, full kiss on the mouth, smoothing a hand down his chest. The second ran across his shoulder, as she left small kisses all over his face, moving down his neck to his chest and shoulders.

Goku seemed to only tolerate her actions with a quiet patience, making no move to participate except for a fellow pursing of the lips when she kissed him on the mouth. He still kept his hands tucked under his head and kept looking to the side as though he would infinitely rather be doing something else.

Chichi began to feel a desperate embarrassment. Not only was she growing hot and frustrated like before, but now she had witnesses to their marital shame. Damn you, Goku!

She’d been taught that if she kissed a man tenderly and made her desire clear, the man would take over everything from there. Goku wasn’t doing his job.

Finally she took hold of her husband’s wrists, wrenched his hands out from the depths of the pillow, and placed them on her breasts. “G-Goku-sa? Wouldn’t you like to touch me, too?” she pleaded.

“If you want.”

“Touch me anywhere. J-Just explore my body, you know? Like I’m doing with you.” She guided his hands at first and then let go. He ran them over her body in a half-hearted effort, mimicking how she had caressed him earlier.

The others watched the scene with bug-eyed wonder.

“The boy’s an absolute dolt,” Roshi marveled. “He’s got a pretty little girl like that sitting naked on his stomach and he looks like he’d rather be fishing!”

“Yeah, I don’t get it at all. If I were in Goku’s situation my engine would be roaring. He’s a little flushed in the face, but that’s it. You’d think he’d at least want to touch her.”

Yamcha looked over at Bulma. “Maybe somewhere along the line he was taught to suppress all his desires?”

“Hmmm,” she pondered, thinking hard. “Even if that were so, if it really turned him on he’d be fully erect.”

Meanwhile, things on the bed had not progressed. Goku had grown tired of touching Chichi and just rested his arms on her legs. “Isn’t that enough, Chichi?”

“Come on, Goku!” she hissed angrily. “Don’t you want to kiss me at all? You could put forth a little more effort here!”

Goku gave her a peck on the shoulder and then pulled back and stared at her, as if waiting for approval.

“Aaugh, Goku, you’re making me crazy! Is kissing so much trouble? Come on, just... What do you want to do to me, Goku? Do anything you want!”

Goku’s eyes flickered over her for a moment, considering, then he moved forward to kiss her shoulder again.

Chichi squealed and jerked backward when she felt teeth. “Ah! Goku-sa, I told you no biting!” She gave him a light slap on the face just to prove she was serious.

“Ow, geez! You told me to do what I wanted,” he protested, holding his cheek.

“You know I don’t like biting. I’ve told you time and again.”

Goku folded his arms tightly and turned his head away in a pouty huff. “I’m sick of this game, Chichi. I don’t know what the heck you want from me. I want us all to go to the restaurant!”

Chichi rolled off of him and held the sheets over herself, wailing at Bulma, “You see? You see how he is?”

Bulma shook her head while the men stared in slack-jawed awe. “Is that as far as you guys have gotten? No penetration?”

“Penetration? Th-That’s where he puts his thingie up inside me... um... it is supposed to go inside me, right?”

“Uh-huhhh...”

“Well, no, we haven’t done that,” she said, ashamed. “I sorta tried by sitting on top of him, but it just rubbed against me, between my legs. That’s all.”

“Lord. Well if Goku’s never gotten any harder than that with you it’s no wonder. Chichi, you’re going to have to give him a hand job or a blow job.”

“Y-You mean...”

“Yes! You know what I mean.” Bulma made an “O” with her hand and brought it up to her mouth to demonstrate.

“Absolutely not! I will never put my mouth on a man’s, erm, thing! A-And I sorta tried, um, touching him there once or twice but it didn’t do much either.”

“Wow, not even touching him there?” Yamcha exclaimed. “I think Goku’s libido is busted.”

“She probably wasn’t doing it right,” Bulma whispered to him, then addressed Chichi again. “Look, Goku’s a powerful, action-oriented guy. I think you need to be more forceful with him. You have to learn how to make a man want you, make him unable to say no. Here, watch me.”

Bulma whisked the comforter off the bed and spread it on the floor. “Goku! Come sit down here.”

He did so, and Chichi wrapped a sheet around herself and stood with Roshi and Yamcha.

“What’s she doing?” she asked Yamcha.

“Er, well...”

Roshi lost his composure as Bulma began unbuttoning her shirt. “Yowza! Take it off, take it off!”

She turned and shot him a murderous glare.

“Eh, sorry, that was reflex.”

“Out. Now.”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart, I-I’ll behave, I promise!”

“Go out in the hall this instant! GO!”

“This is age discrimination,” Roshi grumbled as an embarrassed Yamcha ushered him into the hall and then shut the door.

“Alright, that’s better,” Bulma said cheerily as she quickly stripped down to her bikini briefs, whose lacy front left nothing to the imagination.

Oh yeah, she thought, Goku, I’m gonna show you what a real woman’s made of. She knelt down, straddling him on her knees, and ran greedy hands over his wide chest.

“Hold on a minute,” Chichi interrupted, frowning. “Just what do you plan on doing?”

“Duh, I’m going to see what it takes to get him excited, and suck him off.”

“Oh no you won’t! Your mouth is going nowhere near my husband’s thing. If I’m not doing it, you’re not doing it. And don’t you dare think about putting his thingie in your thingie– I’m going to be Goku-sa’s first woman.”

Ugh, what a spoilsport, Bulma thought, scowling. “Sheesh, no head ever for Goku? The poor boy,” she sighed. “Oh well, I’ll just have to be creative.” With that she darted forward and suctioned her mouth to Goku’s, arms wrapped tightly around his head and neck.

“Mmmllgh!” Goku startled, his whole body stiffening and eyes snapping open wide.

Goku’s shocked cry gave her the opportunity to thrust her tongue into his mouth, swiping and pushing at his tongue. She pulled off and began kissing him all over, panting and moaning loudly all the while.

“Oooohhh, Goku, baby, yeah you get me so hot, baby, so hot and wet. Mama’s gonna take care of you SO good. Uhhh, ooohhhh!” She thrashed her head, undulating her body, and then bucked against him aggressively with her hips.

“Oh, God, yeah. You like this, baby? Yeah, I know you like it. You want me bad, don’t you big daddy, ooooo-OOOHHhhh! OHH!”

Yamcha and Chichi sweatdropped.

“Uh, Bulma sometimes likes to pretend she’s a porn star sex diva, see, eh-heh-heh,” he tried to explain.

“Good heavens.”

Goku, who had been spluttering and frozen in a kind of shellshock, suddenly found his back against the floor.

Bulma grinned wickedly and crawled onto his stomach, letting her ample breasts dangle over his face. “Mmmm, yeah. Mama Bulma knows what boys like. Didn’t I tell you one day you’d think mine were incredible?” She threw her head back and resumed moaning: “Ooo-OOH! Ohhh, yeah. Mmm, baby, yeah–”

“You know, Bulma, there’s a fine line between sexy and annoying,” Yamcha said dryly.

“Shut up, I’m trying to work my magic here!”

The moaning increased twofold as she threw her head back, clenching her hands in her hair and twisting her arms round. “OoooOOOOHH! Oh baby, I want you inside me, baby. Mmmm, ahh.”

She rounded her lips and licked them lasciviously. “Yeah, I know you want me too, honey-boy, yeah you want your little hot mama, yeah. You want me haaaarrd.”

Goku stared at her with panicky eyes and sweated buckets.

A smug, devilish sneer crossed her face at his look, and Bulma shifted backward till she was seated firmly on his package. She pressed herself down and ground against him, rubbing her ass cheeks back and forth hard against his member. Goku found his voice fast, and began to squirm.

“Ah! Bulma, that’s a private area. Th-That’s sensitive!”

“Nnnhh, I knooow. Does this turn you on, baby?” she crooned, grinding harder and faster than before. She took his shaft in her hand and gave it a rough squeeze.

“Gah! Stop it, that’s personal!” He began trying to push her away. “What’s the matter with you, Bulma? Why are you doing this?”

“Come on, Son-kun, quit playing hard to get. It’s not attractive on a man. You telling me you really want me to stop doing this?” she said, pumping him with her hand.

“Yes! That’s private. Other people aren’t supposed to touch.” His squirming almost unseated the woman in his lap and she looked down on him in fury.

“I’m beginning to get a little bit insulted, Son Goku! Most guys would kill to have me do this to them. Quit acting like you don’t like it! See, you’re harder than you were for Chichi.” She held his penis up for observation and squeezed his sides hard with her thighs to get his attention.

“Bulma!” he gasped, trying to sit up, “Get off! I told you I don’t like this game.”

“Bulma, maybe you should stop,” Yamcha interjected. “Goku looks like he’s about ready to freak out.”

“That’s ridiculous, I’m doing nothing but great things to him. Goku, stop squirming this instant!” she commanded.

Goku stopped trying to escape and glared up at her.

“We’re doing this for your benefit, dummy. Now get with the program! You’ve got one of the hottest bodies in West City sitting on top of you. What do you want to do with me?”

“Ummm...” his face softened into worry and discomfort again.

“Oh, I know! You’re being shy again. I bet I know just what you want.”

Bulma grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly up against her chest so their curves seemed even larger and more pronounced. She parted her fingers so the nipples peeked through, and ran her tongue over the swell of one, leaving a silvery trail of saliva.

“Yeah, they’re nice, aren’t they. This is what all men want. You have a taste of these, honey, and you’ll never get enough.” She squashed them in his face and he jumped in surprise. “Lick them, Goku-kun.”

“B-Bulma, I– I–”

“I said do it now!” she demanded, those flashing eyes leaving no room for argument. He did as she asked, running the tip of his tongue over the front of one breast, then stopped and frowned down at them.

“Do it again,” she instructed, beginning to feel a bit hot herself. Goku made a long sweep up the other breast.

Bulma nearly blew a fuse when he made a disgusted face and stuck his tongue out, as if he’d just taken a spoonful of cod liver oil.

“What’s that look for?!”

“Bleh. Your skin tastes weird, Bulma. ”

“WHAT!”

“You taste like chemicals.”

Seconds away from the mother of all bitch-slaps, she remembered that she’d rubbed a flowery scented shimmer lotion all over her body to make her skin smooth before they’d left. Yamcha never complained, but apparently Goku’s sense of taste was much more sensitive.

A logical explanation did little to assuage her temper though, or her indignation at being told she tasted bad.

“Son Goku,” she said dangerously, shaking with rage, “do my tits turn you on or not? I’ll kill you if you say no.”

“Um... they’re real nice, Bulma.”

“Then do what you want with them! Look: big, round, soft flesh. You’re a guy, you’re supposed to love stuff like this. I don’t care how naive you are, how can you resist a pair of perfect knockers like this when they’re right in front of you?”

She shoved them in his face again, rubbing all around. “Suck them!”

“B-Bulma, they’re real nice and I like them and all, but your taste–”

“Ignore the lotion taste, Goku! Just do it!”

Goku gave up and did as she asked, though he remained tense and stiff as a board. Bulma relaxed a bit, pleased that he was no longer resisting, and reached back to caress his member again with firm, even strokes.

Yes, this was progressing a little better now.

Bulma smiled in satisfaction as she saw his hands clench and unclench nervously on the floor at his sides, but the victory was short-lived as she realized he was only running his tongue back and forth in a rote manner, eyes squinched shut.

“See?” she said threateningly. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Uh... uh-huh,” Goku strained out, not wanting to ignite her temper again.

“Right? You’d better be enjoying this!”

“Nnnh...”

She glanced back at the organ in her grip and nearly hit the ceiling. “Still no harder?! God, what the hell does it take, Goku? You’re really starting to make me mad. Do something to me, don’t just sit there like a brick.”

The tongue at her breast stopped moving as Goku stilled.

“Goku?”

Something hard and smooth replaced the tongue, gliding experimentally across the surface of her flesh. Teeth...

Bulma snatched her breast away from him with a yelp, barely avoiding a nasty bite from jaws that slammed shut with an audible crack.

“O-Okay, Bulma, I think that’s enough,” Yamcha said, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her off of Goku. As her feet struggled for a footing she accidentally nailed him square in the basket with her heel, and Goku squeaked in pain.

“He- he bit me. He tried to bite me!” she stammered, still in shock.

“Well, you told him to do something, and Goku seems to have a thing for–”

“Son Goku, you have no idea how to treat a lady!” she raged, shaking a fist at him. “If you really wanted me to get off, you could have just told me!”

Goku didn’t hear a word of her rant, too busy writhing in misery from the unexpected crotch-stomping.

Bulma stalked off to the corner in a huff, adjusted her panties and briskly ran her hands through her mussed hair. “Well, it’s obvious that Goku’s gay. That’s the only logical conclusion. There’s no way a normal guy could not be turned on by me in such a situation. He’s got to be gay.”

Chichi let out a tortured wail. “No, he can’t be! I-It has to be something else. Bulma, please don’t give up yet.”

“Well, I don’t know what else to do! Unless you want to let me try and give him head.”

“I said no.”

Bulma snorted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Maybe Goku has low hormone levels or something. I could run a few tests on him to see if he could benefit from medication.”

“Oh, yes, please, Bulma-san! I-It might be a medical problem.” Chichi breathed a sigh of tremendous relief.

“OR, he might be gay. You have to face that possibility, Chichi.”

The dark-haired girl shook her head stubbornly. “No, no he’s not. I can’t have a gay husband, I want lots and lots of kids!”

“We’ll just have to test him. Yamcha, go over there and make out with Goku,” she demanded.

“WH-WHAT?!”

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A/N: Just in case you were worried, in this fic the biting does not equal permanent lifetime bond like it does in some fics. Here it’s a saiyan bonding more like cuddling or kissing, a way of sharing with someone.

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