Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Time of the Month ❯ Her Decision ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: It's a shame I don't own DBZ, Goku should be mine!!!

 

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 4— Her Decision

 

Goku's arms were folded across his chest as he leaned up against the wall, waiting for Bulma to come out of the bathroom. How long did it take to use the toilet? Honestly…

 

He turned towards the closed door and tapped on the wood, “Bulma?” There was no answer. Suspicion crawled up the back of his neck like a spider and his eyes narrowed. Goku banged louder on the door and pressed his ear to it, listening for any noise. It was silent. His temper spiked and he grabbed the door knob and ripped it off. Pushing the door open, he was standing in the archway of an empty bathroom, the window open and the pink curtains swaying in the breeze. “Bulma!!”

 

She raced through the trees, her heart thundering powerfully in her breast from fear of being caught. Bulma was half naked from the waist down but couldn't care less at the moment. It was more of a necessity to get away. She pushed her way through the brush, the tree branches and bushes scraping her as she went along creating small lightly bleeding cuts all over her body. She just had to get to a street, a road, even another house!

 

What she wouldn't give for an air car right about now. Bulma ran and ran, exhausting herself. She slowed to a stop and pressed her hand against the trunk of a tree struggling to catch her breath. It was at that moment she remembered something very important. Goku was like a blood hound, he could follow her scent. That was if he was even chasing her. She sure hoped, wished and begged that he didn't want to waste the time and would just go after Chichi… `Ooooh Chichi is so dead when I get my hands on her!'

 

“Bulma!”

 

She yelped, hearing his voice but not seeing him, which meant he was close but not close enough yet. He was chasing after her, the jerk! Why was he chasing after her and not going after Chichi? It made no sense! She needed to find a hiding place, something until dark. No doubt by then he would have gotten hungry and would give up the search. Spotting a hot spring she dashed over to it. Looking behind her back before kneeling before the heated waters, Bulma reached into the pool and grabbed large handfuls of mud. The first thing to do was hide her scent. That would definitely throw him off and buy her some time.

 

She scooped the mud out and started spreading it all over her skin, her face too. Her heart continued to pound and her hands shook from nervousness. Reaching down she grabbed another handful of mud and took a deep breath…this would be worth it, she plopped it atop her beautiful aqua hair. This was no time to worry about vanity, she had to hide. When she felt she was sufficiently covered in mud, Bulma raced to hide in some of the bushes at an angle where she could see everything coming and going.

 

It wasn't much longer until a pair of feet attached to thick legs beneath orange pants landed on the ground. Bulma swallowed hard, her heart fiercely pounding.

 

“I know you're here somewhere, Bulma.” Goku said irritated. He had not wanted to chase her down. Why couldn't she just stay with him, was it really so difficult? He supposed she had forgotten that he could track her power level as well as scent. Her scent, he lost that awhile back. Goku wondered how she was able to do that, to blend in with the wildlife. So right now it was her power level he was tracking.

 

Reaching up and scratching the back of his head, Goku glanced around the hot spring. She was here, he could feel it. But where exactly was it she was hiding? Glancing down, he spotted globs of mud on the grassy ground. It hadn't been raining yet, so there would be no mud. He smirked and had an idea of how she was able to hide her scent. People often mistaken his good hearted nature and carefree views as stupidity, but if anyone ever cared to pay attention, they would have realized that he was far from stupid. Goku turned his head sharply, towards a leafy bush and finding a pair of blue eyes peaking out at him.

 

“Found ya.” He grinned mischievously, and seeing those eyes widen made his blood heat red hot…

 

“Gohan, time for lunch!” Chichi yelled out the back yard window of her father's house. She saw her boy drop down from the sky and rush towards the door with Piccolo moving to rest beneath a tree for what she assumed was meditation.

 

The door burst open and Gohan ran right inside to the table where a mountain of food awaited him. “Mom, are you sure Dad can't come? I mean, we need him to help us with the training, we're losing valuable time.”

 

Chichi wagged her finger at her son, “Remember what I told you, Gohan. Your father needs a little time to himself this week. I happen to think he's coming up with new strategies for your training workouts.” She saw her son's face light up.

 

“Do you really think so?”

 

Shrugging, Chichi smiled. “Anything is possible.” She left the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, she hung her head and sighed deeply. “If they catch on to what I have done…I know they'll never forgive me.” She rubbed her hands together nervously. Hopefully, Goku isn't that smart and Bulma hasn't figured it out quite yet. Surely it is only a matter of time before she does.” She said quietly to herself and turned to go talk with her father…

 

`No, no, not again!' Bulma's mind panicked as she had been pulled out of the bushes, and Goku had her on her knees and he had kneeled down behind her, his large hands gripping her hips. She felt his erection pressing against her opening. “Not out here, someone might see!” Maybe that would buy her some more time.

 

“There's no one around for miles, you know that.” Goku replied as he eased himself inside her, groaning at the feel of her hot warmth fitting snug around him. He leaned over her back, to her ear. “You shouldn't have run away from me, did you think you'd get far?”

 

Bulma grabbed at the blades of grass, as her heart began pounding for another reason. She couldn't believe it, as frightened as she was of her now ex-friend, her body still allowed these feelings. Her eyes closed softly as he thrust in and out of her, in deep, fluid movements. A moan fell from her now parted lips. No, she shouldn't be liking this, this is wrong! She shoved back trying to find a way to get him off her, but that only increased the hot feelings racing through her every nerve.

 

It was so intense that Bulma lowered her face to the grass and her eyes shut tighter as she gripped the blades of grass, her fingers digging into the dirt as Goku thrust harder and faster. “Oh…uh…” She swallowed thick lumps of hair, panting. She felt fingers under her blouse, hands rubbing and massaging her breasts and she squeaked.

 

One of Goku's hands returned to her hip, gripping harder, and slamming his hips against hers. He moaned out her name, in a voice that didn't sound like his. It was deep and erotic. It made Bulma feel even hotter and heavier, nerves bursting in an array of sensations as she froze, tensing, feeling that surge of emotion rush her entire being.

 

Goku was right on the edge, this was supposed to be her punishment for rushing off, which is why he was faster than usual. He panted, hard, thrusting himself harder and he hit it! Oh what a feeling, oh the hot waves of need rushing about and releasing into a mind numbing haze of pure bliss.

 

Panting and leaning back a little, he reached up with a tired hand and pressed the pressure point in Bulma's neck, causing her to fall unconscious. He needed to make sure she wouldn't run away again, it was then he remembered that nice rope in his closet. Goku wondered why that was in there as it had made no sense to him. But now that there was a need for it, he was darn lucky it was there.

 

It was time to go home.

 

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There was darkness all around her, Bulma couldn't see anything. She heard a voice and then another. They were both very familiar. Feeling was coming back into her limbs and she groaned right on the edge of awake. She slowly opened her eyes and found that she was lying on her back, and staring up at the ceiling. `Oh no! I'm back here!' She rushed to sit up and could hear voices coming from out the door. One of them was Goku's and the other was Yamcha's! `Oh!' This was her chance to really get away. “Ya—” Her voice sounded scratchy and her throat was sore. Bulma threw back the blankets and jumped up from the bed. Something tugged on her ankle. A rope was tied around it! It was not allowing her to move very far from the bed. “What is this!?” She tried untying it, but the knot was so tight that she couldn't even get her fingers to work at it. “No, no!”

 

Goku smiled at Yamcha, but was hiding how he was truly feeling at seeing this other man come in here looking for Bulma. Right now and he didn't really know why, but Yamcha was really irritating him. “Yeah, she's been here. Bulma's sleeping right now though. She had arranged with Chichi to keep me company while my family was off visiting her father.”

 

Yamcha rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah, I thought maybe something was wrong.” He shoved his hands in his pants pockets. “She hadn't been home in the last two nights and that's just not like her nowadays. But now that I know that she's here with you, man. There's really nothing to worry about. You two haven't spent any time together for a long time. I think this'll be good for your relationship.”

 

“That's what I thought, too.” Goku grinned.

 

“Well I better go, when Bulma wakes up will you tell her I stopped by and for her to give me a call?” Yamcha walked out the door.

 

“Well the two of us have been pretty busy, but I could tell her you stopped by.” Goku said glaring at the back of Yamcha's head.

 

“Great!”

 

Bulma rushed to the window, looking out seeing Yamcha heading to his air car. He was leaving! No! She saw Goku walk out behind him and the two were talking and smiling. She tried to open the window, but it wouldn't budge. “What's wrong with this window!?” Bulma yelled. She pounded frantically on the glass, maybe Yamcha would hear it down there. “Yamcha! Yamcha! Don't leave, no!” She yelled at the top of her lungs but it didn't seem like that idiot was hearing her.

 

Yamcha jumped into the driver's seat and waved to Goku, “If Bulma needs anything I'll bring it right over.”

 

“Sure thing.” Goku said with his false smile as Yamcha started the engine and drove the air car away from the house. As soon as he was out of sight, Goku let his smile fall into a small sneer. No one was going to try and take Bulma away yet, he wasn't done. Besides, she had promised Chichi she would stay and he wasn't going to let her back out of a promise, what kind of a friend would he be if he let other friends break their promises?

 

“No, no.” Bulma said softly and leaned her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes. Her only hope of rescue just drove away, that idiot! Why didn't he look around to see if anything was wrong? What did Goku even say to him?

 

Goku's voice cleared from the archway of his and Chichi's room and Bulma slowly turned her head. “Yamcha was just here.”

 

“I know, I saw.” She sighed and turned around facing Goku's direction. “What's the meaning of this?” She kicked her leg out, showing him her ankle tied with the rope.

 

“I can't have your running off again, it's only a precaution.” Goku crossed his arms over his chest.

 

“Do you even know the meaning of that word?” Bulma insulted with narrowed eyes.

 

His brow arched and he rolled his eyes. “That wasn't a very nice thing to say, Bulma.”

 

“Oh yeah, well this isn't a very nice thing to do.” She pointed down at her tied ankle. “Let me go, Goku.”

 

Stepping into the room, Goku walked over to her, stopping directly before her. “We already went over this, many times. I need you to stay with me.”

 

“Goku, this is stupid! I'm not some prisoner or plaything you can just mess around with.” Bulma crossed her arms over her breasts and looked towards the window.

 

Goku reached out and placed his hand on her forearm. “I know that.”

 

“Then untie me.” She demanded, not doing anything that would remove his hand from her arm as she knew that it would do little good.

 

“I can't, you'll run away again.” He stared down at her pink painted toes and stepped closer to her.

 

“Why are you so insistent on me staying here with you? Please help me to understand what is going through your mind?” Bulma asked with actual concern. “This isn't like you. I've known you for a long time and I know you're not cruel or demanding like this.”

 

He sighed and started stroking her arm with gentle fingers, “I don't know what's wrong with me, Bulma. I just feel different today, and yesterday too. I wish I could describe what it is I'm feeling, I just don't know how to.” Goku looked up, into Bulma's azure eyes. “I know Chichi is going to be angry with me for all of this, but I can't stop myself. Something in me really needs you, as you are here and my very good friend, or was my good friend. I don't know.” He dropped his head again. “I'm sorry about yesterday, outside near that hot spring.” Goku was actually feeling ashamed of his behavior. “I don't want you to go, so I can't untie you.” He moved back from her suddenly, “I'll be right back, don't go anywhere.” He walked towards the doorway.

 

“As if I have any choice in the matter!” Bulma bit out tightly while Goku left the room.

 

Bulma groaned, rubbing at her face with her hands and roughly plopped down on the bed. She did in fact realize she was still nude from the waist down, but at this point in time she couldn't care less… Goku had already seen what friends were not permitted to see, there was no point in being modest now.

 

Fifteen minutes later, Goku returned with a plate of ham, corn, strawberries and a bread roll. A glass of orange juice was in his left hand. He approached the bed with his items. “You haven't had food in two days. I figured you're pretty close to starving.” Goku held the plate out to her.

 

Looking up at him and then at the plate of food and glass of juice in his hand, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You didn't put anything in it, did you?”

 

Goku actually looked insulted. “What kind of a jerk do you take me for? I wouldn't drug you. I'm not that low.”

 

Bulma reached up and took the plate and glass from his hands, “Well how should I know? I never thought you would rape me either. But there have been a lot of unpleasant surprises forced upon me here.”

 

Sitting down next to her, Goku watched as she began to eat her food. Had it really been that bad for her? He thought that she would warm up and enjoy being with him. He didn't realize how serious the situation had been. “Bulma, I'm sorry.”

 

She looked at him and shook her head, swallowing a bit of the ham she had bitten off. “I can't forgive you.” Bulma continued to eat quietly.

 

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against her shoulder. “You smell good.”

 

“Do you even realize that I could get pregnant from this?” She stared at her half eaten plate. She just wasn't very hungry.

 

Goku grabbed the plate from her and placed it on the floor with the now empty glass. “You're not fertile yet, so you don't need to worry about that right now.”

 

“What are you doing now?” Bulma asked, slightly nervous as she gazed down at her lap.

 

Smiling lightly, Goku leaned in and pressed his lips against her shoulder. “I want to touch you.” He whispered.

 

Bulma's eyes widened and her heart started to race. “But I don't want you to.”

 

“Yes you do, your scent just told me so.” He grinned against her flesh, “Don't fight me on it, just let me.”

 

Swallowing hard, Bulma couldn't believe it. Did she actually want him to? That was impossible, wasn't it? She didn't have time to answer her internal inquiry as one of his hands cupped her full breast, gently teasing her soft skin. Goku saw her face heat and her scent spike when his other hand started a slow decent down her belly to flatten against her heated center. He cupped his hand and his fingers were spreading her open, and stroking in and out. This pulled a deep moan from Bulma's lips while his slid up her neck, lightly teasing with his tongue.

 

She jumped a little when his fingers started rubbing the little pearl at the entrance of her femininity. “Oh…I…this is…so wrong.”

 

Goku left a soft pleased smile caress his lips as he pulled back from her neck and looked into her half lidded eyes. “No it's not.” He panted. “You don't need to think it's wrong, we're good friends you know. So it is far from wrong. You've always trusted me, why is it so hard to trust me with this?”

 

Bulma squeaked and closed her eyes completely, not able to voice her comment. The room seemed to echo with how he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her wet, slick body and she shoved herself against them so anxiously.

 

He was watching her face and the many emotions that crossed it. She was so beautiful and she knew she was. Goku's gaze dropped to her full lips and he couldn't wait as he covered them with his own. This time she didn't pull away. His other hand left her breast to stroke her up into her hair, while he kissed her deeply. She seemed very distracted and actually started kissing him back, it was probably due to the fact he was still playing between her legs, lifting her body temperature higher and higher to a boiling point. Bulma cried out into his mouth as her warmth coated his hand.

 

Pulling back from his kissing her, Goku let her breathe as she panted hard trying to regain her breath and sense of mind.

 

“See how good it can be for you if you don't fight against me?” He said, resting his chin against her damp forehead. Goku felt her hands lightly grip his arms, he wasn't sure if Bulma was going to push him from her or pull him closer. She seemed very unsure. Goku would discover what Bulma enjoyed most of all, but first he would take care of her meal dishes. “I'm going to take care of your dishes and then I'll be back.” He pulled back from her, but she clutched his arms tighter. “What's the matter?”

 

Bulma didn't know what was the matter with her as she was trying to will her heartbeat to slow down. It started to feel…lonely when he attempted to move away from her. “Don't go yet.” She couldn't believe those words actually fell from her lips.

 

Goku tilted his head to the side, regarding her. “I'll be right back.” He said with promise while he pulled her forward and into him, where he wrapped his arms around her small form, holding her close. He lowered his face into her hair. “Are you all right, Bulma? Is it okay if I go and take care of your dishes now? I don't want to attract ants.”

 

She felt a little odd, why would she want him to stay here instead of leave her alone? Something was wrong and she shifted back from him, her head lowered, feeling angry with herself. “Do what you want, I don't care.” She said tightly.

 

Goku was used to her mood swings like this, one moment she would be happy and giggling and the next she would be as mad as a hornet and try to knock people's heads off. Getting up off the bed, he reached for the dirty dishes and left the room with them.

 

Flomping back onto the bed, Bulma stared up at the ceiling, she swung her arm up and over her forehead. The next chance she got, she would run away again. She really did not want to analyze what she was feeling right now, and just needed to escape. Sighing deeply, Bulma closed her eyes for a moment.

 

Her eyes popped open, it was dark the room was silent except for the light snoring behind her. She felt a weight on her and glanced down to see Goku's arm limply wrapped around her. Bulma turned her head slightly, seeing that Goku was asleep. This was it, she could try and escape! Slowly and very carefully, she gripped Goku's arm and nervously, her heart was ready to jump into her feet as she lifted his arm from her body and gently moved it so it was by her side instead. Bulma pulled the blankets back and was ready to do battle with that nasty rope that was tied around her ankle.

 

When she looked down, she was shocked to find no rope there. Ha-ha! Goku was such a fool! She was going to escape now and he would never even know it. She would be home for sure by morning. Bulma swung her legs over the side of the bed, she remembered that her shorts were still in Gohan's room. She would go there first to retrieve them. Placing her feet silently on the floor, Bulma slowly stood as to not shift the mattress, she was sure any movement would wake Goku up.

 

She took one step and turned her head, taking one last glance at Goku. What she saw there made her feel really guilty about trying to escape. Bulma turned completely around and kneeled down beside the bed, looking down at the young man that was once her friend. They had been through so much together. He was usually so innocent and gentle. This recent behavior, it was scary and strange, not like him at all. Goku was sleeping peacefully that he didn't even seem dangerous, but this man, this Saiyan man could crush anyone and anything with just one finger. He had never used his strength against the weak, he usually stood up for the weak and suffering, doing everything in his power possible to protect. But right now, his hormones were making him act terribly and do things he normally wouldn't. How could Chichi abandon him like this? Just what kind of a wife was she to do that to someone she supposedly loved's time of great need.

 

Stretching her fingers forward, Bulma softly threaded her fingers through Goku's hair, which despite its appearance was really quite soft. She was his friend, his good friend. “You really do need me, don't you?” She whispered so quietly that she almost didn't even hear herself speak. “You're confused and it doesn't help that Chichi left you to suffer with this horrid condition alone. Well not alone she somehow got me to stick it out here with you. What kind of a friend had I been to not see that you really do need me?”

 

Biting her lower lip, Bulma stared at the mattress for a moment and then glanced back up at the peaceful sleeping Goku. Making her decision, she got up from the floor and crawled back into the bed with Goku and snuggled into him. “I'm going to hate myself after this week is over.” She whispered to herself. Closing her eyes, Bulma rested her head against the pillow.

 

A soft smile spread across Goku's face as he opened one eye and seeing her there. He had been awake the whole time and was just waiting to see what Bulma was going to do. He wasn't an idiot, he knew she would attempt an escape from him. He was very relieved that she had decided against that. Did this mean that she would willingly spend the rest of the week with him and like this? She was putting herself aside for him? How completely generous and grand she is. Goku was never going to take their friendship for granted ever again.

 

Closing his eyes again, he shifted closer to her. His arm went around her and pulled her so close. Goku nuzzled his face into her neck and breathed in her beautiful scent. Tomorrow was going to be different, there wouldn't be anger or fighting…well that might not be true, Bulma not getting angry at him was impossible and he smiled to himself.

 

He couldn't wait for the morning light.

 

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Well that's it for episode 4. I hope it was all to your liking? There's much more to come with Goku and Bulma, stay tuned to find out just what I have in store for my favorite DBZ alternate pairing.

 

Thanks for reading,

Ryoko Blue