Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ When I need You ❯ What to do while we wait? ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z neither am I making any money out of this.

 

What to do while we wait?

 

AN: Originally I had planed to keep this story as a one-shot but because I got so may requests to carry on, I decided to turn this into a proper story that spreads throughout the DBZ Saga.

 

Bulma growled impatiently as she throw a broken tile across the space ship, to say that she was bored would be a major understatement. It had been other an hour since she, Gohan and Piccolo arrived at Goku's ship and were now waiting for the man to return so they could get the hell off this rock and go home.

 

Taking care not to get to close to the unconscious Namik as she walked across the tilled floor, Bulma sat down in one of the more comfy chairs before looking out the port hole beside it. Namik was such a beautiful planet that Bulma was sure she could stair out at it for an eternity. Its bright green sky that despite the evil that has infected the land still shone brightly, as if this was still the peaceful world that had existed less than two months ago. But then there was the problem, this wasn't the beautiful and peaceful world it had been, no; the planet Namik was know a desolate and empty wasteland thanks to that prehistoric lizard Frieza.

 

Sighing sadly as she thought of what had happened to this planet and its people; Bulma looked over her shoulder at the ships only other conscious occupant. Gohan was just sitting across from her, his dark eyes focused on the near dead Namik as he waited for his dad to return. As she watched the boy, Bulma couldn't help but wonder how the kid was feeling, when you're the only person who isn't a fighter in a group of them, you begin to get use to the feeling of and knowing that some of them won't be coming back for a while; but this was different.

 

Too Gohan this wasn't waiting for a good friend to come back from a fight against some dangerous threat to the safety to the earth, no he was waiting for his father to come back from a battle with the most dangerous creature in the galaxy. As she watched him, Bulma felt the overwhelming urge to help the six year old through this but she also knew there was little she could do to help him. Or was there?

 

They hadn't spoken of that night on the way to the planet, but Bulma guessed that Gohan had just thought it was a dream; mainly because Bulma had put the boy back in his bed before either he or Krillin had woken up. She didn't want or like having to leave Gohan like that, but she felt like she didn't have much of a chose. The boy was only like six, if that and he had already given one woman the fucking of a life time.

 

Bulma quickly shock her head as she tried to clear her mind, she couldn't think of the boy like that, he was a quarter of her age for fuck sake. (AN: Okay, I don't know what Bulma's age was but she looks to be in her twenties.) And yet she had not been able to stop thinking about him, Gohan had defiantly been the best she'd had by far. But also, the boy had been the answer to her problem; that cheating bastard Yamcha hadn't entered her mind once since.

 

Bulma's darkening blue irises began to keenly examine the boy; the near destroyed armour had done little to hide that very impressive physique but now with that and his top lying on the ground beside him; Bulma was being shown a sight which reminded her a lot of that of a Greek God. Taking her time to admire his muscular arms, Bulma quickly decided that there was a way she could keep Gohan's mind off his father. She knew it was very risky, if his parents found out; well if Chichi found out there'd be hell to pay. But then again, an angry Chichi with a frying pan on her tail was better than a grief stricken six year old. At least Bulma had an idea about how to handle Chichi, which thankfully was very simple; run as far away as possible.

 

Gohan sighed silently as he stared at his fallen master; watching as the Namik's purple blood slowly seeped across the white tiles as he grew closer to death. However it wasn't Piccolo's near fatal state that was worrying the hybrid.

 

Nor was his mind lingering on the thought of the battle that was taking place several miles away. Gohan knew that there was a chance he would never see his father again but for some reason he wasn't worried. Maybe it was because it'd been so long since he'd properly seen his father or because he knew he would win; but for some reason Gohan just didn't care.

 

Suddenly at the sound of exhaling air, Gohan looked away from his dying teacher and across the space pod; at the person who lingered in his thoughts. Bulma, the blue haired goddess of a genius had barley ever left his mind ever since they had arrived on this planet. Part of the reason for that was that heavy piece of walking attire she wore did nothing to hide that gorgeous body of hers.

 

However, that heavy attire was currently resting against one of the crafts walls and so her body was practically on display because the jump suit she wore underneath left nothing to the imagination; the black material clung to her almost like a second skin. As the blue haired goddess gazed out the ships window, Gohan couldn't help but stair at her as the way she sat revealed every curve and counter curve of her body; the same curves that only a few weeks ago the boy had seen bare. Yes, Gohan remembered that night on the way to Namik and that was the main reason why Bulma had barley left his mind; he just couldn't forget how good she had felt and nor did the boy want to.

 

Noticing Bulma was about to look his way, Gohan quickly looked away from her and turned to gave at the still heavily bleeding Piccolo. Trying to keep his mind off the gorgeous beauty that sat only a meter away from him, Gohan began to wonder what he was going to tell his mother that would not get him locked in one of her death grip hugs.

 

Resigning himself to just lie and say that Krillin had just told him to stay with Bulma, Gohan was suddenly brought from his thoughts by the sound of a light clicking. Glancing over his shoulder, Gohan suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine as he watched Bulma slowly walk across the ship towards him.

 

As the women sat down beside him on the ships couch, Gohan fought the urge to look at her and tried to focus on the bleeding Namik infront of him and ignore her enticing scent that was setting his senses ablaze. A shiver suddenly ran down the hybrids spine as he suddenly felt the cool skin of her palm on his arm and her hot breath on the back of his neck.

 

“Cheer up Kid, your dad will be just fine.” Bulma said comfortably as she sat down beside Gohan on the ships cold tiled floor, although she had a good Idea of how to help the boy; a comforting voice could sometimes work wonders. “Your dad's always fighting against the odds with some sort of interstellar galactic warlord or dictator and he always manages to come out of it in one piece.”

 

Watching as Gohan made no immediate response except for a quite grunt, Bulma quickly changed her tactics to a more direct approach. Lifting her hand to his shoulder, Bulma's fingers began to play with the stray traces of his hair as her other hand moved to his chin and almost forcefully pulled Gohan's gaze towards her. Letting her dark blue eyes stair into his black ones, Bulma watched happily as the boy's eyes began to grow darker before she lent down and pressed her lips to his.

 

Gohan couldn't move, his body had frozen and all his mind could think of was the soft feel of her lips as they touched his. The kiss had stolen all traces of logic and reason from the boy and as he felt Bulma's lips pull away from his, all Gohan could do was watch dazedly as the beauty moved to sit in front of him. Bulma's seductive voice suddenly woke the boy from his daze as she said “So all we have to worry about is what to do while we wait?” Bulma wasn't able to say anything more however; the dam that had been holding Gohan back had suddenly broken and unleashed a flood of sayain desire.

 

Bulma couldn't help but moan against his lips as she felt his tongue begin to toy with hers, forcing them open slightly before delving into the moist depths of her orifice. Coming back to her senses, Bulma began to use the hand around his neck to pull him towards her and intensify the kiss as her over hand began to travel down his body, her fingers skimming over the smooth elastic metal before coming to the skin beneath his sayain jump suit. Letting her hand travel up under his armour, Bulma couldn't help smile against his lips as she felt how ready he was for her as her as she ran her hand along the prominent bulge in a circular motion that left him groaning and churning his hips with the hopes of receiving more of the incredible sensations from her magic-like fingers.

Quickly gripping the fabric of his bottoms in her palm, she began to pull them down his waist and legs until his full 9-inch arousal was free from its restraints and ready for her. Breaking the kiss, Bulma began to trail fiery kisses along his jaw line and down the sensitive skin of his neck before comeing to his hard and well toned chest while the hand that had been holding Gohan's head in place was now trailing down his back; lightly scraping patterns along his skin with her nails. As her mouth went lower, her hand was nearing the flesh of his muscular backside and after she had given a last open-mouthed kiss on his well toned abs; Bulma looked up noticed that he was staring lustfully at her.

Meeting his gaze with her own, Bulma gave the hybrid a seductive smile before placing her hands on his ass and spreading his thighs with her elbows as she crouched in between his legs; her eyes never leaving his in her seductive gaze. Quickly descending upon him, the soft head of Gohan's aching manhood went past her full lips and into her damp cavity; her tongue began to slightly press against his delicate skin and when her teeth began to skilfully scrape against his sensitive tip, Gohan's back arched and he released as a series of low grunts and incomprehensible words.

“Bulma…oh, Kami,” Gohan ground out, his head rolled back and pressed against the cold surfaces of the ships wall and a wolfish growl escaping his lips once he felt the sexy vixen take as much of him in her mouth as humanly possible before relaxing her throat to allow more to enter. Snaking her tongue down his long shaft, Bulma began to moan deeply, making her name leave his lips in a chocked cry as he began to shudder due to the vibrations from her throat reverberated along his shaft.

Fighting against the pleasure that was creeping through his body like a fire in his veins, Gohan lent forward and watched as her head went down on his aching manhood, watched as the wet flesh of his stiff member disappeared through those luscious lips. Suddenly the boys head lolled back against the wall again as he felt one of her hands release its grip on his ass before it grasped one of his soft sacks; her long fingers massaging the soft skin as her mouth assaults his cock.

A series of loud moans and gasps escaped him as he felt Bulma begin to pull back, her tongue circling around the head of his cock and squeezing tightly before she took all of his length inside her mouth and throat once more.

“Kami… more… Bulma… please… so close…” the mix of Gohan's pleasure-filled words and the bittersweet taste of his pre-cum made the genius even more aroused as she began to lightly nip on his tip, earning cries of pleasure from her companion. Gohan was now really close to cumming down her throat but his sayain mind was simply refusing to give into the incredible sensations that his fathers childhood friend was creating. However, as he felt her begin to moan on his cock again; Gohan started to buck his hips into her mouth and with one last swirl of Bulma's tongue on his receptive tip made him fly over the edge. Gohan's eyes opened wider and a long, animalistic howl left his lips as his arms shot from their positions at his side and laced his fingers in Bulma's long blue hair, gently holding her head in place as she drank down his seep.

As he released her hair, Bulma wasted no time in backing off for a moment to breath before getting to her feet. Gohan was taking deep breaths as he tried to calm down from his quaking climax, but sensing that his friend had become active he looked up at her and watched her through half-lidded eyes, his cloudy black orbs watching as the goddess reached behind her and unzipped her suit before letting it fall offer her in a pile at her feet; leaving her standing their in nothing but her naked glory.

Bulma smiled down at him as she licked up the last ruminants of his seed before saying “Yum you taste delicious Gohan, but don't you dare think that I'm finished with you yet, you sexy boy.” As she finished, Bulma turned her back to Gohan and got on her knees and knees, presenting the hybrid with a view that made his softened cock as hard as steal. A wonderful view of her perfect butt and moistened womanhood. Quickly getting the idea from his memories of their last sexual encounter, Gohan got up from the floor and positioned himself behind her, gripping her hips gently as he pressed the tip of his manhood against her entrance.

With a sudden thrust the boy embedded himself within her slick walls, making Bulma moan his name loudly as she felt him sink into her depths. She was totally and completely lost in the pleasure she was experiencing; he seemed almost larger than last time and he was somehow filling her even more than before.

Keeping a firm grip on her hips, Gohan began to pull away from her until only the tip of his member remained inside of her before plunging forward within her and A low grunt came from the boy's throat as he forced himself even deeper within her entrance. All traces of that sweet and naïve six year old Gohan had temporarily vanished and so all that was left was a young and powerful sayain warrior who was following instinct and desire.

His clutch on her body never wavered, in fact it seemed to become stronger to the point where Bulma was sure he would soon draw blood if he was not careful but she hardly cared. “Fuck me, baby, that feels so good, fuck me…” Bulma managed to moan out as she felt the boy driving himself into her with more force than before.

Bulma could feel her end drawing near but wasn't sure if it would be her death or the greatest climax of her life. But to be frank, she didn't really give a damn so long as it came; and soon because the goddess didn't know how much more she could take.

“Please… make me…cum… Gohan! Oh Fuck do it HARDER…” Bulma hissed. “Oh Kami…oh Gohan…Gohan…” Suddenly the fell of him hitting her pleasure spot for the first time sent her over the edge.

OH MY Kami! FUCK! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Bulma screamed as the world around her burst into white flames and she came in a tide of steamy essence. Gohan had been drawing closer to his second orgasm of the hour and his sayain pride had been demanding him to hold on and make the bitch beneath him beg for more; but as he felt her inner walls convulsing and tightening in erratic spasms around his thick member; Gohan couldn't hold on any more and let out a long howl before he came inside her.

As her arms and legs finally gave way beneath her, Bulma collapsed on to the cool tiled floor; her sweaty skin keeping her from getting cold as she drifted out of consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

Slowly rising to his feet, Gohan smiled as he looked at his sleeping before he picked her up and carried her to the ships sleeping quarters. Placing her on the bed, the boy gently kissed her fore head and muttered a silent hank you. Although she had been wrong in her understanding of why he had been upset, Gohan knew why Bulma had done what she had done and he was thankful anyway and he made a mental note to return the gesture before leaving the room to get dressed.

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Bulma groaned groggily as she woke up, every muscle in her body ached and she felt as if she had been blasted by an energy blast. Taking her time to sit up in the bed, Bulma quickly looked round the room in search of Gohan but only found her clothes lying folded on a chair beside the bed.

Getting out of the bed, Bulma quickly changed into her clothes before waking out of the room and towards the main training area. As she entered the circular room, Bulma saw the young hybrid standing beside the ships door way.

“Hey, kid where you off to?”

 

An: Okay there is the second chapter that his been so long for. Like I said before this story is going to go through the whole of DBZ and if any body has some suggestions that could help they would be greatly appreciated.

So hoped you enjoyed and please review.