Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Time of the Month ❯ Friendship Lost? ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: If I had the money, I'd buy the entire DBZ Franchise and own it forever! But alas, I do not. Such a shame too!

 

Summary: After a Saiyan takes a mate, for one week during the month they tend to get overly amorous for the complete seven days. But this time Chichi will not be the one on the end of an extra excited husband, she's got a plan that will get her out of it. Of course who said that plan was the best idea?

 

 

 

Time of the Month

Episode 3—Friendship Lost?

 

“Ha, ha, stop joking around like that, Goku. You almost had me going there.” Bulma continued to laugh uncomfortably.

 

“What makes you think I'm joking?”

 

“Uh…uh, aren't you?” She felt her heart drop into her feet. “You can't be serious about what you mean, right? Come on now, we're only friends.”

 

Goku grinned attractively which caused a faint brush of pink spread across Bulma's nose and cheeks. “There, ya see. You're at least attracted to me, your ole pal.”

 

She pushed at him, “I'm attracted to a lot of guys, big deal!” Bulma grunted trying with everything she had to get him off her. “That means absolutely nothing.”

 

“If it means absolutely nothing, then why are you so hesitant?” With an innocent expression, Goku shrugged, “I guess I'll never understand women.”

 

“Why are you so willing to get close to a woman that is not your wife? That makes you a bad husband!” She hoped that worked, perhaps that will make him let her up. “You've always done the right thing, Goku. Please listen to that part of you right now. I know it's difficult, but just let me up, let me go home.” Bulma pleaded, her voice raised in slight elevation.

 

“You wanna know a secret, Bulma?” He lowered his mouth to her ear, “a part of me has always wondered what this would be like with you. Now that there's finally a chance for me to find out, I'm gonna take it.”

 

Bulma's hand flew and managed to land hard against the side of his face, and she could very well see the shocked expression on his face. “Think again, buddy! That is going to stay a mystery to you.”

 

He was shocked because Bulma had never lifted a hand to him before in all the time they had known each other, not that it hurt. Goku barely felt the slap, but the fact that she had actually done it was not something he had ever expected in his whole life. Her hand again flew towards his face, yet this time he was prepared and caught her it before it made contact. “You hit me.” Goku sounded barely there, still shocked about it.

 

“You deserved it. You're acting like an ass.” She tried to pull her hand from his, but he tightened his grip so she couldn't.

 

His blood pounded hard in his ears, he could feel it heating in his veins to practically boiling. A slow smirk lifted at the corner of Goku's mouth, “I didn't realize you liked to play rough.” He heard her gasp, and figured that probably wasn't the reaction she was hoping for.

 

“Are you even listening to yourself!?” She struggled again.

 

Goku shrugged, “You keep wasting time by talking, when—”

 

“Stop it, get off me. I don't want to! Leave me alone!” Bulma interrupted in a panicked rage and even though struggling did her little good, she had to try with her all to get him off her.

 

Why wouldn't she just let him? They were close friends after all. Goku was a little confused with his own behavior but he just could not control himself anymore. The heated driving force of whatever was inside him, it kept pushing, pushing so hard. He vaguely knew something was different about himself but he couldn't exactly recognize what though. Goku was so hot and his heart was beating so fast. When Bulma had slapped him, he felt himself harden more between his thighs, and her scent elevated to an even sweeter smell. She really was pushing him, badly and he reveled completely in it. Goku leaned in to kiss her, but she turned away from him. He grabbed her chin with one hand and pulled her face back towards his.

 

“Don't you dare, I mean it!” Her tone was threatening even though she was shaking badly on the inside. Goku's mouth came down on hers and she tried to twist away again while slamming her eyes shut, but he grabbed her face with both hands keeping her head still. Bulma was thinking about clamping her teeth down and biting him but thought better of it, because who knows if that would excite him more or actually anger him. Instead she took to striking at him with her hands, curling them into fists, and also trying to push at him at the same time.

 

There was a frustrated expression on his face when he pulled back from her that he roughly grabbed both her wrists. “Stop that, it's irritating.” Goku said, his eyes narrowing. At first he did like her trying to hit him and fight against all he wanted to do, but enough was enough. “Make this easier on yourself, you won't get away from me and I know you know that. It's useless to even try.” Goku replied, yanking her forward a little by her hands.

 

“There's no way I am going to let you do this to me!” Bulma argued.

 

“Why not? Out of everything I have done for you, I've protected you for years and you can't even—” He was cut off by Bulma's light growling and he nuzzled into her neck. “I didn't mean to say it like that. It's not just because of those reasons.” He looked into her eyes, “I just don't have the patience for some reason to go and get Chichi. You and I are close, so—”

 

“No way!” Bulma thrashed around, kicking her legs and trying to pull her hands from his. She couldn't let him do this, once he was back to normal he would surely regret it and so would she. This was not right, they were only friends, nothing more. This would ruin everything.

 

Her knee had managed to come up and it made contact with his groin and like any other male being, Goku felt the sharp pain that caused him to freeze up for one moment, allowing her just the time she needed to push him off her and off the bed.

 

Jumping up from the bed, her heart pounding hard she made run for it. Making it a few steps when a hand latched around her ankle, yanking and taking her to the floor, where she fell with a hard thud on her front, briefly knocking the wind out of her. Bulma was being pulled backwards by her ankle and she heard very irritating growling coming from behind her. Bulma was roughly flipped over onto her back and her head connected with the floor where she groaned in pain.

 

“That hurt, Bulma.” He said gruffly.

 

She was now looking up into Goku's angry face, as he had once again straddled her body, putting some weight on her so she couldn't move and knee him again. Bulma noticed that there was a long blue piece of cloth in his hand and that he was making a slip knot. He reached for one of her hands and Bulma moved her arms about frantically but he was faster than her and managed to grab her wrists with his large hand. With his free one, Goku was slipping his invention around her wrists and pulled it tight, not tight enough to hurt or cut off circulation, but just enough. Kneeling over her now, Goku pulled her now bound wrists up over her head and looped the long end around the leg of the bed and pulled it, stretching her arms higher over her head and managing to tie the lose end into another knot. Goku then smiled down at her terrified face, “There now, all secure?”

 

“That's not funny!” Bulma yelled as she kicked her legs again, but this time Goku was able to avoid a collision with that naughty knee of hers and he rested his weight on her again. “Gnnn, please don't do this.”

 

“What are you so worried about? You're not still a virgin or anything, are you?” He blinked innocently down at her, waiting for her answer.

 

“No, but that's hardly the point!” She tried to shift from side to side, but couldn't budge. Bulma saw him take a deep breath and her eyes widened as his hands framed her waist.

 

“Oh, let me guess then.” Goku flattened his hands against her waist and slid them up her sides beneath her shirt, while glancing up at the ceiling, thinking.

 

Her heart was hammering, and she tried to squirm away from his touch, “W…what are you guessing?” Bulma squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to hide from this situation as much as possible as she felt fingertips at the sides of her bra. `No, no this isn't happening!' She tugged at the fabric around her wrists, but it wouldn't tear!

 

“I am guessing that Yamcha was the one you were with first, and probably has been the only one no matter how many times you two split up.” He grinned and leaned forward a little.

 

“That's none of your business!” Bulma shouted then gasped as both his hands covered over her breasts. “Stop that!”

 

Goku took a deep breath, “It really is nothing to be ashamed about. I mean the only one I've been with has been my mate. So we're really not so different in that area.”

 

“Get your hands off me, right now!” Bulma demanded, but she noticed his eyes were glazed over, was he even listening to her anymore? Not that he really was to begin with.

 

“You're so soft, Bulma.” Goku whispered looking at her face, as she once against squeezed her eyes shut which made him grin. She really was soft, but that darned bra was in the way. With quick movements, he snapped it in two and heard Bulma's whimper. “Sorry about that, but I'm sure you can afford to get another one.” He moved in and attached his mouth to the side of her neck while one of his hands started to gently massage her breast, his thumb occasionally brushing over the hardened tip and he heard her sharp intake of breath.

 

Bulma tried to arch away from him, but he was keeping her firmly on the floor. “Goku, if you do this to me. We can't be friends anymore.”

 

He lifted his head, from her throat and looked down at her. “You don't mean that.”

 

“Yes I do. I can't be friends with someone who would behave like this.” Bulma hoped that would make him back off, because as much as she hated to think of them not being friends anymore, that was definitely what was going to happen.

 

Goku felt bad, he wanted them to be friends forever, and even with that very depressing prospect he just couldn't stop himself. “Well, if that's the way you feel… then it's best our relationship go out with a bang.” Quite literally, he mused.

 

This had to be some alternate reality, this was just a dream. It had to be, there was no way that this was happening in her real life. Her best friend turning on her like this and no matter what she said or did, he was going to… Bulma slammed her eyes shut again trying to not think of this, trying to detach her thought process to what was going on but that wasn't working very well since those hands of his were arousing her, her body tingled, feeling his hands molding and caressing her breasts, his palms kneading her softly. She choked back an involuntary moan, her body was betraying her mind, right now she hated herself.

 

His hands swiftly left her breasts to grab at her shorts and the button there. Undoing them, Goku in a quick move had them down and tossed over his shoulder. So many layers! Underwear is an unnecessary invention even though Chichi makes him wear them now. His heart thundered as he slipped his fingers into the waist of her panties, she kept thrashing her legs around so he held her hips down at the same time. Quickly, he had them off and like her shorts tossed over his shoulder. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of her naked sex.

 

Of course this wasn't the first time Goku had seen it, but he was older now and the meaning was so much different than just curiosity in why boys were different than girls. Looking up at Bulma's face he saw tears on her cheeks and her eyes closed tight. He never wanted to make her sad, or hurt her…He would make up for this, he really would. Stretching his hand out he pressed his palm up against her center and Goku heard her sharp intake of air. She was warm and wet and he grinned, this was proof that she was at least aroused and quite possibly would warm up to the idea of this happening, all week long.

 

There would be plenty of opportunities to explore her beautiful curves, but right now, Goku was really on the edge, strained and growing frustrated. He needed to have it now. He started to take down his pants.

 

Bulma was so tense and had never been afraid of him before, she so badly wanted to get away from this situation, but this time it was rather useless, soon the opportunity would present itself and she would take off, even on foot just to get away from him. She was not going to look as she felt him parting her thighs and lying between them. Bulma worried her bottom lip in between her teeth when his hardness pressed against her opening. Taking a deep breath she felt him start to slowly inch himself inside her and she gripped the fabric around her wrists tightly that her knuckles turned white… Oh Goodness, he was much bigger than Yamcha. She grunted and shifted but Goku's hand's gripped her hips, pulling her onto him.

 

Goku's eyes slipped closed at the feel of her so tight around him and he smiled pleasantly as he buried himself completely inside her. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed the little nub of flesh, the jewel of her body and he felt her ripple and heard her pant.

 

“Go…ku…stop, please?” She begged. This is what her friend had reduced her to, a begging fool. She had always prided herself in not putting up with anything from anyone and always had control in every situation she was in, doing what she thought was best for herself. But not anymore, this time she had no control and she hated feeling like that. She had been selfish. Maybe karma finally has caught up with her and all her selfishness has brought her to this point in her life. What a cold cruel mistress fate is.

 

“I…I can't.” Goku squeezed his eyes shut as he moved inside her, she just felt so good and hot and so very slippery. “I'm…sorry, I can't.” He grunted and slammed his hips into hers, again and again. His eyes flying open as he watched her face flush. She didn't look like she was in pain but rather the opposite, her mouth had fallen open and Goku heard a tiny strangled moan, but he knew she was determined to resist the sensations he was giving her. Bulma was not going to get out of this situation anyway, so she might as well enjoy herself, and he would make sure she did.

 

His thumb brushed her sensitive button again, circling and rubbing, arousing her so completely that Bulma squeezed her hands tightly around the blue fabric and without even really realizing it she was thrashing her center against him and his hand no longer recognizing herself, and right now she didn't care. All she wanted was that feeling, that hot, hard, delicious feeling that was starting to erupt within. Her heart was pounding, her blood was boiling and she felt herself spinning out of control. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she arched off the floor, the room echoing her release.

 

Goku's eyes slammed shut, throwing his head back, as her climax triggered his own, her sating walls constricted around him. He was panting hard as the waves of bliss ran through his nerves. Lowering his head, he slowly opened his eyes seeing Bulma looking away from him and towards the wall. “Did you like that?”

 

She didn't answer, she couldn't. Bulma was too ashamed of herself. She didn't want to do this but in the end…she had felt amazing and so full and got caught up in the rapture of this feeling. Bulma wanted to leave right now, she couldn't bare this, and not the victorious look no doubt would be on his face.

 

“Bulma?” Goku stretched across her and she closed her eyes, he nuzzled into the side of her neck, nipping lightly with his lips. “I want to know, please tell me if you liked it.” He stroked her shoulder with gentle fingers.

 

“Untie me,” was what she said.

 

“No.” He smiled against her flesh. “You'll leave, and I don't want you to. You should know I am very glad that this happened. We have all week together until Chichi gets back. “I liked this, with you. It felt really, really good and I know you liked it, too, whether you'll admit it or not.”

 

She couldn't stand this, how much more could he want? Piccolo's earlier words slammed into her mind… `he has a never ending desire to copulate for all seven days.' Bulma choked back a sob, all week! Never ending!? No, she couldn't handle this, no more. She felt terrible, saying no and then giving into it… “Please, untie my wrists…I have to go to…the bathroom.”

 

Goku lifted his head from her neck and glanced down suspiciously at her, a part of him was screaming it was a trick, but what if she really had to go? He really did not want to clean up a mess like that. “All right, Bulma. I'll untie you. Just don't take too long in the bathroom, because I want to feel you again.”

 

Bulma swallowed hard as Goku reached up and tore the fabric as easy as foil. He moved off of her and she slowly sat up, rubbing her wrists. Slowly standing, she felt a little light headed and her body was still sensitive and still ever responsive. She said not a word to him and went straight to the bathroom but he was following closely behind her. There was no way she could run for the door with him so near. Entering the bathroom, Bulma closed and locked the door, pressing her back against it, she leaned her weight on the door.

 

Pressing her palms against her face she took a deep breath. She needed to think of something, a plan. She had to get out of here. The small frosted glass picture window caught her attention.

 

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Well that's it for this episode. Sorry it took forever for an update, but I have been soooo busy. So what do you think, will Bulma be able to escape, or what do you think will happen, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

 

Thanks for reading

Ryoko Blue