Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Sweet Scent of Passion ❯ Group Therapy ( Chapter 4 )

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?

A/N: Please keep in mind this is my first time writing het and yuri AND orgy, so if it sucks have mercy. I was making stick figure diagrams for these orgy positions and everything... *sweatdrop* I never thought I’d ever write yuri but it just seemed to belong there, so I thought I’d try something different. ^^”

The Sweet Scent of Passion

Chapter 4: Group Therapy

Bulma clapped her hands for attention and took command. “Look, let’s get back on track. We came here to help these two have sex. Maybe if Goku actually does it like he’s supposed to he’ll catch on. Chichi wants to have a baby, so Goku’s gotta cum inside her. Right? Everybody with me? Good! Fortunately, I have a plan.”

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Bulma took Chichi by the shoulders and pushed her backwards over to the bed, then untied her sash and began tugging at her sleeves. “Disrobe and lie on your back, babe. And no more complaining.”

“B-But what are we doing now? Bulma–”

“You want a baby or not? You want to be with Goku properly, right?”

“Yes, but–”

She pushed Chichi down onto the center of the bed. “Okay, lie there on your back. Yamcha, quit moping and get over here!”

He slouched over, and Bulma grabbed his arm and ushered him behind Goku. “You get over here and do what you did before with your ki.”

“Th-The three of us together?!”

“Oh, don’t give me this blushing schoolgirl crap again, Yamcha! You certainly didn’t mind being with Goku once you got started.”

“Shut up!”

Goku interrupted their fight. After the initial euphoria and wonder, he seemed strangely cranky for someone who’d just had a great orgasm. “We’re still not done? I thought we were gonna go eat.”

“Goku, you have to learn to take care of Chichi first! Just do as we tell you and pay attention.”

“Y-Yeah, man, Chichi wants you to have sex with her now. I’ll help you get hard again and then guide you along, ‘kay?”

“I’m helping too!” Bulma cheered, throwing off her sheet and prancing over. She stopped short then and clapped her hands over her breasts, casting a deadly glare at Roshi who stood formally at the head of the bed like an authority figure.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get out!”

“I’m supervising. Go on, don’t worry about me.”

Bulma opened her mouth to yell at him but he turned away from her to Chichi, who, despite her eagerness, was very nervous and lay trembling on the bed.

“Now, honey,” he said in a fatherly tone, “you’re a virgin right?”

She nodded silently.

“It’s probably going to hurt when Goku goes inside you for the first time. Might hurt quite a bit. Do you want to hold my hand against the pain?”

“Um...” Chichi looked away in indecisiveness, then nodded vigorously.

“Okay, then.” Roshi took her hand in his and patted it. “It’ll be okay.”

Bulma glared at him suspiciously. “All right, you can stay. But you have to wear this,” she grabbed the tie off Chichi’s gown and tied it over his eyes, “and if you touch me you’re dead!”

“You know, I do have some control, girl,” he snorted, balking at the blindfold.

“Just stay as far away as you can. And face the wall! If you watch us, I’ll know!” She pushed him back as far as possible while still holding Chichi’s hand, up against the wall, then turned back to the two young men on the bed.

“Okay, Yamcha, start him up.”

Yamcha flared the ki in his palms, and sent their glowing warmth over Goku once more, stroking a line down his spine and giving special attention to teasing the tail spot.

Goku returned to full hardness in no time with this strategy. Moans streamed from the young man, taunt body shuddering with pleasure from the energy making love to his skin.

Chichi grew hot just from watching him above her. She reached for her husband, only to find a head of blue hair and a devilish face blocking her vision.

“Hi there,” Bulma said, smug. “You know, there’s a few things I’ve always wanted to try. After all, I can’t call myself an official porn star sex diva if I’ve never had a hot-sexy-bitches-in-heat lesbian encounter under my belt.”

Warm red lips descended upon the shocked girl, covering her mouth and swallowing the squeak of surprise. She raised a hand and weakly tried to push the invader away– then melted into the kiss.

Bulma drew back slowly, deliberately, tugging on Chichi’s lower lip as she did so. “Give Yamcha some more time to rev Goku up, eh? In the meantime, I’ll rev you up.” She locked lips with Chichi again, and this time the hand in her hair was welcoming.

Yamcha’s eyes bugged as he noticed them over Goku’s shoulder. “Oh my god... Goku. Goku, look, look! How can you not be turned on by that? Oh, wow...”

Bulma watched him evilly out of the corner of her eye and wiggled her tight round ass for the men, her tongue snaking out to tease up and down Chichi’s face. The submissive girl had shut her eyes, panting from the sights and sounds and feel of arousal all around her.

Goku looked down on them through hazy, slitted eyes, mouth slack.

Bulma cupped and kneaded Chichi’s breast, laying her head down upon it and letting the silky hair trail over the damp flesh. She grinned up at Yamcha, rubbing a lazy circle over the other girl’s belly. “Well, what do you think? You boys about ready to go?”

“Oh, god, yeah.”

Bulma moved back, and Yamcha carefully bent him over Chichi. “Kiss her, like the two of us kissed,” he said. “Fondle her breasts, her nipples. See? She likes that.”

Goku followed his instructions, imitating what Bulma had done, tongue swirling with hers, strong hands caressing all her soft places.

Long, heated moments passed, filled only with the sounds of lovemaking. Only breathy inhalations, the slide of skin on skin. The faint smack of lips releasing from an earnest kiss and the rustle of cotton bedsheets.

Yamcha continued to stroke deliberate paths over Goku’s body, pressing slow kisses into his skin, into the hills and valleys of the shifting muscles of his back. Bulma kissed up Chichi’s sides and watched Goku, at times nudging his hands and gently but insistently pushing his head to the places that were likely to give his wife the most pleasure.

The two sexual veterans guided and encouraged with touch and kisses, gauging reactions and arousal till they judged Chichi ready to continue.

Yamcha locked eyes with Bulma and they both nodded, perhaps the first time they’d agreed on anything that day.

Bulma straightened and pushed apart the girl’s legs, since she had one folded up at her side and the other crossed over her stomach. She reached under Goku and spread Chichi’s damp folds, admiring how her perfectly painted red nails bookended the aroused anatomy and enjoying the feel of Goku’s pulsing cock against her wrist.

She made sure Chichi was preoccupied with kissing her man, then ducked and ran a broad, high-pressure lick up the length of his shaft, sucking and laving her tongue over the tip.

Yamcha rocked against Goku’s back and watched her, unable to believe what a turn on it was to see his beautiful girlfriend attending to that huge cock.

She pulled away and attempted to push Goku back. Yamcha caught her message and drew back the young man’s hips, positioning the head of his cock at Chichi’s virgin entrance.

“She ready?” he asked.

“Almost, hold on.” Bulma adjusted him so Goku could slide in as easily as possible, then gave a lick to the girl’s clit that made her squeal. Bulma sucked on one of her own fingers, coating it with saliva, and rubbed it over the swollen button. “Okay, do it now, while she’s distracted. Make it fast so she gets it over with.”

“Right.”

Chichi had just begun to enjoy waves of pleasure when a blinding pain shot through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. Her head slammed back against the pillow with a thud, and then Bulma was kissing her again, rubbing her love button vigorously and hissing words against her lips. “Focus on the pleasure, not the pain. It’ll fade.”

Goku snarled, a rumbling growl reverberating in his chest as instinct took over. His body jerked and he attempted to drive back in again immediately, but Yamcha held him in an iron grip to keep him still.

“Hold on, man! Give her a second,” he strained out, absently marveling at how Goku could vibrate like an electric bed.

Thanks to Bulma’s sure-handed efforts, within only minutes Chichi was squirming in pleasure again, returning her kisses with fervor and pushing back against Goku, threading fingers through long aquamarine hair.

Yamcha let Goku move and he automatically began rocking into her, slowly at first as the hands at his hips still restrained him, then thrusting more and more powerfully as Yamcha afforded him more freedom.

He hiked Chichi’s legs up onto his shoulders in an attempt to drive in deeper, nearly smacking Yamcha in the face with her feet. The girl gasped at the sudden move but made no complaint, keeping up with his rhythm as well as she could.

With Chichi occupied, choking and moaning on her pleasure, toes curling, Bulma moved back to the men, working Yamcha’s erection with her hand, kissing and licking up Goku’s sides though he remained completely focused on his woman.

Strong hands caressed her ass, tracing around the curves, kneading the flesh and tickling up firm thighs. Bulma moaned at the attentions, leaning into the others for pressure on her breasts and rubbing her clit with one hand.

“Ohhh... oh, Yamcha, baby... yeah...”

Yamcha looked over at her, frowning. “What do you mean, ‘oh, Yamcha’? I’m back here.”

Bulma opened her eyes. Yamcha’s hands were on Goku’s hips, Goku’s on Chichi’s hips, and Chichi was clutching at the sheets.

“AHH! ROSHI!!!”

“Eee-hee-hee...” The incorrigible geezer had dropped Chichi’s hand as soon as her pain was over and was now lovingly kneading Bulma’s ass and thighs like bread dough.

“Argh! You old pervert!” She gave him a mule-kick that sent him flying end-over-end into the hallway.

“It was worth iiiiiit!” he cheered, words fading away to the other side of the house.

“Shit! That pervy old bastard– now I have to work twice as hard to get turned on like before.”

She looked on jealously as Chichi squealed, her first orgasm sweeping through her. Goku only snarled and continued pumping her, the clenching of her inner walls driving him harder.

Bulma stood on her knees and hobbled over to Yamcha, threw her arms around his neck and stuck her tongue in his ear. “Yamcha! Come on, baby, fuck me!” She slammed her hips into his hind end and he winced. “That stupid Roshi cooled me off; I need something more. Come on, Goku can fuck her on his own now.”

“Ungh!” Yamcha struggled with himself. “I can’t. I gotta hold Goku, he’s tryin’ to take Chichi too hard. If I let go– ungh!– he’s gonna hurt her. He’s almost there... so am I.”

Bulma groaned, sliding down him onto the bed. “Not fair! Everyone’s gonna come but me.”

“Get in between them and masturbate,” Yamcha said, pulling on her arm. “Hurry up.”

“Oh!” Bulma liked this idea instantly, and wasted no time crawling on top of the heaving girl. Chichi was flying so high she barely noticed the added weight.

Yamcha knocked Chichi’s legs off of Goku’s shoulders so she lay flat on the bed again and both girls could lay more comfortably. Bulma positioned her ass so every powerful thrust of Goku’s hips slammed into her as well, and she could feel the hard six-pack of his abs press against her in repetitive, enticing slaps. The delicious vibration of his body made her shudder.

She locked lips with Chichi, sharing an open-mouthed kiss, pressing full bosoms together and kneading eagerly, grinding her clit furiously with a cum-slicked finger as the forceful motion of Goku’s hips moved them both.

Yamcha pumped against Goku, stroking his cock and Goku’s tail spot with ki. Resting his head on Goku’s shoulder, he nuzzled against his cheek as he watched the two women. Never in his wildest fantasies did he ever expect to see a show like this– no cheap porno could compare.

Sweat poured from one body onto another, flowing and intermingling with cum and saliva into an obscene cocktail of lust as four heaving, inflamed bodies melded into a singular sexual being.

The jerking motions of Chichi, the forceful thrusts and snarls from Goku, the panting, gasping, the slippery hot skin and thick musk of sex permeating the air sent Bulma over the edge first, her juices flowing out over Chichi’s belly and snatch, oozing between her pussy lips and being carried inside her by the pistoning shaft.

Bulma collapsed on top of her, forehead pressed into her neck, panting and gulping for air. Chichi’s breath hiked in clipped whimpers as she approached her limit, ready to swoon from the heat alone, driven almost to madness by the intense fullness and driving pressure inside her, mauling her clit. Bulma drowsily reached up and pinched the girl’s erect nubs, the final straw that sent her flying over that cliff and screaming in nirvana.

Yamcha came almost simultaneously, the sight of the two beautiful, highly aroused women below him and the fervid, bestial young man pressed against him too much to bear.

The room spun for Son Chichi, blackness spotting her vision for several moments, and she shut her eyes tightly and drew deep breaths to recover consciousness. Blood pounded and whirled in her ears. She opened her eyes weakly, then snapped them open wide in fright.

Goku’s face was drawn into a savage snarl, his eyes glazed over, teeth bared and glittering in the low light. He took a deep breath and reared back purposefully.

“Ah! Yamcha!!”

Chichi’s cry roused him instantly out of his post-orgasmic daze and he thrust his good arm before Goku, offering it up in sacrifice as he had the other.

Goku made no qualms about what he had to bite, as long as he could bite. He grabbed the arm instead of Chichi’s shoulder (his intended target) and frantically bit up and down the limb, leaving a profusion of bloody half circles over the muscle.

At the same time he thrust hard a final time into Chichi, burying himself as deep as physically possible and came explosively, earning a final mewling gasp from his wife. The engorged shaft pulsed, sending an excess of hot essence washing into her, filling her up to the brink.

The group heaved and panted in exhaustion like some visceral, eight-legged beast, stilling into a licentious tableau. Goku slavered over Yamcha’s arm, slowly lapping up the blood, his mind slow to return.

Pounding hearts slowed, breathing grew even once more, and silence stretched out between them until the ticking of the clock on the dresser could be heard.

Bulma moved first.

She slid out from between Goku and Chichi, not liking the feel of Yamcha’s elbow pressing harshly into her back. She swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bed, gathering her wits about her. Gingerly she took to her feet, tested her legs and stretched a bit, made sure she was still in possession of all her limbs.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said evenly... then dashed out into the hallway and began kicking the shit out of Roshi.

“You awful, dirty old man! I’ll kill you for that! I knew we couldn’t trust you! You pervert!!!”

Those still on the bed sweatdropped at the sounds of kicking and screaming and thudding outside.

“Ouch! Ow! Stop it, girl! It was just a little grope! I wouldn’t have tried anything else! I’m sorry! I tried so hard to be good, really I did, but the temptation was too great for any man to handle, much less me! OW! Ah, come on! Stop it!”

“Bow down before me and kiss my feet and I might not have Yamcha and Goku kick your ass!” she demanded, still smacking him.

“Ow! They won’t beat me up, I’m their master.”

Murderous flames blazed in her eyes.

“B-But okay, okay! No problem.” He kowtowed before her. “Give me a break, girl. I was powerless to resist such a vision of loveliness as yourself. The power you have over men is uncanny. You could knock them all dead in movies!”

“I’m only as beautiful as a movie star?”

“Oh no-no, silly me, I was having trouble finding words to describe your radiance. You’re really more like a goddess!” He stole a peek upward to see how his flattery was doing. Nice view...

“That’s better. Well, you do have good taste, at least. I know I am irresistible. Alright, you’re forgiven, for now.”

“That’s a sweet girl– ouch!”

Bulma strode over him back into the room, stomping on his spine as she went.

“Sheesh! Kids these days have no respect for their elders,” he grumbled, then followed her into the bedroom.

Chichi had slid Goku out of her and scooted away from the two men on her elbows, then used the pillows to prop herself up into a sitting position. She looked utterly exhausted and disheveled as though she’d fought in a hundred tournaments, yet remained wide awake and full of lazy, if stunned, satisfaction.

Yamcha began to grow self-conscious about Goku still lapping at his arm. “Um... you almost done there, Goku, buddy?” he asked, tapping him tentatively on the shoulder.

“Oh!” Goku seemed to wake from a dream. “Yeah.”

The other man breathed a sigh of relief and peeled himself off Goku’s back at last.

Goku licked his lips and crinkled his nose once. “Your blood tastes funny, Yamcha.”

“It does?” He sniffed the bites on his arm. “I don’t think I’m anemic...”

“Well, that was quite a performance, you kids!” Roshi commended them cheerily. “I’m proud of you. Professionals couldn’t do it any better. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to do that again and let me tape it– I’m sure you’d win first prize for the home video category at the Adult Film Awards!”

Bulma, who’d wrapped herself in a sheet again, fumed and raised a fist to hit him but he dashed to the opposite side of the bed.

“I-It was really, really nice,” Chichi said dreamily, then snapped to attention. “So I’m pregnant now, right?” she said eagerly, clasping her hands together in excitement. “In nine months I’ll have a precious little chubby bundle of joy?”

“Well, maybe,” Bulma said, “but it’s no guarantee. Women don’t always get pregnant from doing it just once. Sometimes it takes quite a few tries.”

“Ohhh!” Chichi moaned in despair. “But I thought...”

“Eh, Chichi,” Roshi ventured. “I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but say for the sake of argument that you weren’t able to get pregnant. What would you do then?”

“Are you calling me barren?!”

“No, no, I just–”

“That’s no problem, old man,” Goku piped up. “If Chichi can’t make a baby, we’ll just adopt as many as she wants.”

“Adopt? I don’t want to raise some stranger’s kid. I want a child of my own!”

“I was adopted,” Goku sulked, frowning deeply at her.

Chichi froze in horror at her faux pas. “Uh, b-but I mean there’s absolutely nothing wrong with adopting, that’s a very noble thing, eh-he-he-heh! But you see, if we have a child of our own that will bring us closer together, Goku-sa.”

She turned back to the others. “Why this talk of me not being able to get pregnant? If it didn’t happen this time, Goku and I will just try again.”

The others shared a doubtful glance. “Well, Goku, now that you’ve done it once, do you think you’d be able to make love to Chichi like that again?” Bulma asked. “You know: you get her excited, she gets you excited, you get hard and enter her? Maybe with a little more control and without the biting?”

“Sure, I’d love to do that again!”

Everyone breathed a great sigh of relief and shared a smile of victory.

“And whenever she wants to do touchy-feelies like that, you guys will come over and help, right?”

Thuds reverberated across the room as everyone but Goku facefaulted.

“GOKUUU!” Chichi screeched in frustration.

“G-Goku, what we did here tonight was something unusual ‘cause of your problems,” Yamcha stuttered nervously, sweating. “Most people go their entire lives without having a foursome like that. I-It’s not usually done. You’re supposed to have sex with just your wife. It creates a bond–”

“I’m supposed to do it with just Chichi? No way. I told you, I can’t get turned on with just her.”

Chichi burst into tears again.

“Why not, boy?” Roshi questioned him gravely. “What’s the real reason?”

“I don’t know...”

“You’re just selfish, Goku!” Chichi yelled through her sobs.

“Yeah, what the hell does it take, Son-kun, an act of God?” Bulma snapped. “Are you sure you’re telling the truth about not being gay?”

“I–”

“Goku how could you do this to me?! Wasn’t I good to you? Why aren’t I enough?”

Goku sat still on the bed, staring at the sheets with his brows creased, but his ki was rising drastically. Yamcha noticed with alarm and attempted to quiet them.

“Girls, calm down, we’ll figure something out.”

“What more is there to figure out? We’ve done everything we possibly could!” Bulma raved. “We stick Goku in the middle of a mind-blowing freakfest and he’s still not satisfied! We give him a beautiful girl, a gorgeous girl, a beautiful guy, and he says he still can’t get turned on without stupid ki tricks. Why, Goku? I want an answer! Why the hell can’t you get turned on by your own wife?”

“She doesn’t smell right!!!” Goku exploded, shocking them all into silence.

“When I’m with her, it’s wrong,” he said shakily, disturbed by his own revelation. “And yours is wrong, and his is wrong, a-and when I have that extra, th-the ki to get past it I’m okay, but it-it– the scent and the feel– it’s just wrong! It’s unnatural!”

“Scent?” Chichi whispered, pale. “You want a special perfume? Tell me what, Goku. J-Just tell me what you want and I’ll wear it! Vanilla, roses, gardenia, pine– what?”

Goku ground his teeth in frustration, staring at her helplessly. “I-I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I... Augh!”

He’d had enough. He swept off the bed, unable to look at any of them, and stalked off naked out of the house. Those left behind gaped like fish.

After long moments, Bulma broke the ice. “Wha... What was that all about? A wrong scent?”

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A/N: Hmm, I wonder what scent Goku wants? Dur-hey, as if you don’t already know! :P

Sorry about the Roshi-grope! I couldn’t resist. I wanted to give him some credit as the wise master in this fic, but he is still a perv, after all.