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Ages: Bulla - 20, Goten - 22, Trunks - 23, Pan - 23, Mika (Goten's girlfriend) - 22, Milna ( Bulla's high school friend) - 20

A/N: I know it's been a while, but to put a long story short, I had a lot going on and was pretty busy, but from this point on... expect more frequent updates. Also, a friend of mine, SukiChan12, did the lemon in the chapter because, for some reason, I tend to stink sometimes at that kind of stuff. So...yeah. Enjoy the read, and leave a review. Reviews motivate me!


~Saturday~

Mika looked around her house one last time before releasing a satisfied sigh. Goten would be here soon, and she wanted to make sure nothing was out of order. Despite the fact that she was usually a pretty tidy person, she still wanted to be sure her place was decent and presentable. Hopefully, her dad wouldn't make an appearance any time soon. With all the business trips he made and how long they usually took, she really wasn't worried about him popping in unexpectedly.

Though, the last thing she wanted to hear was his mouth.

Ceasing her thoughts, she slightly adjusted the short skirt she was wearing, along with the blue, strapless blouse she was wearing before heading into the kitchen to check on the food she had on the stove. It was nothing more than pocky sticks, fried rice, and chicken teriyaki, but she deemed it as more than enough for the two of them. As soon as she finished checking on the food, and was satisfied with how it was turning out, she then headed back into the living room to sit down.

She mentally cursed when the door bell rung as soon she plopped down, and got up to answer the door. As soon as she opened the door, her current boyfriend stepped in, resulting in a smile immediately forming on her face. "Hey, Goten."

He smirked, his eyes roaming over her body, enjoying the eyeful of cleavage her strapless blouse was offering him. "Mika."

She noticed his eyes roaming her body, a smirk of her own forming across her feminine features. "Like what you see?" She purred, pressing her breasts against his well-built chest.

"I can show you better then I can tell you," he stated simply, snaking his hand around the small of her back.

She smiled, pressing her lips against his with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, really?"

He pulled back seconds later, ending their kiss and smirked. "Really."

She stepped a few steps back, granting him permission to enter her house. He took the hint and entered her house, watching as she closed and locked the door. "I smell food. What's cookin'?"

"Fried rice and chicken teriyaki, along with your favorite, pocky sticks."

"That sounds pretty good. What's for dessert?"

She tossed him a quick wink. "I thought it was obvious."

#~#~#

Bulla watched as her best guy friend shook his head, a frown evident on his features. He honestly didn't know why it shocked him so much that Bulla still wasn't acknowledging what needed to be acknowledged. Even after four years, she was still trying to force herself to move on - as if that was possible; The heart wants what the hearts want. There was just no changing it. "How much longer are you going to be in denial?"

Bulla rolled her eyes and released an irritated sigh. She was sitting down on one of her couches - which happened to be a blue loveseat - her back against the armrest of the couch while her feet remained propped up on the armrest parallel to her head. Uub was sitting on her other blue loveseat, parallel to hers, with his back against the cushion. "I'm not in denial, Uub."

"Really?" He inquired, obviously not convinced. "How many boyfriends have you had in the past four years? And out of all of the guys you've dated, you still have yet to feel a thing for any of them, correct? So, do you want to answer my question again? Correctly this time, may I add."

"What difference would it make if I'm in denial or not? Goten has his own life and I have my own." The blue-haired woman answered nonchalantly, shrugging in the process.

"That was no where near answering my question, Bulla. If you want to move on, you need to be honest with yourself and acknowledge the problem instead of running away from it and denying it."

Bulla's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not in the mood for a lecture, Uub. You sound like my mother."

Uub sighed, evidently not pleased with how this conversation was turning out. Why couldn't she just acknowledge what needed to be acknowledged? It was painfully obvious that she was in love with Goten, yet she constantly insisted on settling for denial. There was honestly no point in arguing with her because she was just that stubborn. Bulla may look exactly like her mother, but her personality highly resembled Vegeta's. Deeming it best to drop the conversation before things got out of proportion, he settled for changing the subject. "When are you planning to break it off with Jason?"

Bulla shrugged. "I don't know." She admitted honestly. "He's a pretty great guy."

"That you're using for your own personal benefits." Uub pointed out.

Bulla shot him a pointed look, which translated either shut up and drop it or get out. Uub, whom was too comfortable to move, decided on shutting up. Plus, with the two jobs he was juggling and his training to keep in shape, he rarely had time to see Bulla, and spend time with her like he wanted. After Pan and Trunks got married, and then Mika's and Goten's seemingly permanent relationship, the two became very close friends. In all honesty, Bulla was like a sister to him and he hated to see her suffer, especially when she didn't have to suffer. But, once again, her personality resembled her father, which basically included stubbornness. Trunks probably had to be the least stubborn out of Bulla, Bulma, and Vegeta. On the other hand, though, between Vegeta, Bulla, and Bulma, he didn't know which one out of the three were more stubborn.

Bulla, satisfied that Uub made his decision - the correct decision, in her opinion - continued as if she never stopped in the first place. "He's a pretty nice guy and he's not really my type, but I'm sure that will change eventually."

Uub said nothing in response, not agreeing with what Bulla just stated. He wanted to say something, but he knew that Bulla wouldn't listen to what he said if he said something she didn't like or want to hear, so he just tried his hardest to not voice his opinion. It'd most likely fall on deaf ears anyway, and on top of that, she'd just kick him out. And although, he didn't agree with what she was saying, he was quite curious as to how she thought that Jason not being her type would 'change eventually'. "What do you have in mind?" Uub finally questioned.

"More dates, more spending time with each other."

Uub fought the urge to sigh. Bulla was literally one of the most intelligent people he knew (aside from Bulma, Trunks and Gohan), yet she wasn't acting like it. It was upsetting him to say the least."Do you think that will work?"

"For now it will."

Uub stood up abruptly, deciding that he has heard enough. "I'm going to the bathroom real quick. Pop in a good movie, will you?"

#~#~#

Goten's tongue swirled inside Mika's expertly, his hands roaming her body. After they had finished dinner and cleaned up the aftermath, light teasing and light kisses developed into something much more extreme and much more passionate, resulting in the couple ending up in Mika's room.

Goten pulled away for a moment, his eyes burning with lust and desire. "Your dad isn't going to be home anytime soon?"

Mika nodded in confirmation, panting lightly.

Goten made a noise of approval at the back of his throat and leaned in to assault her throat with soft, open mouth kisses. Mika sighed at the gentle, pleasing actions and ran her fingers through his soft, spiky hair, scratching her nails gently against his scalp. A shiver ran through the demi saiyan's body, and a growl reverberated from his chest. The gentle vibration of the growl made Mika shiver in return and she squealed softly as Goten nuzzled her her cleavage, stretching the neckline of her strapless blouse with his chin. A giggle escaped her, and she tugged gently on his hair, "Goten!"

The demi pulled away to look up at her, grinning cheekily, "you're right, this would be easier if I just took your shirt off." A warm blush coated her cheeks as Goten lifted her torso off of the bed with one hand, and pulled the shirt over her head with the other.

He's so strong, she thought as he laid her back on the bed, and so gentle, too. Goten reached under her to pop the clasp of her bra and lift the cups of her bra away to reveal her firm, perky C cup breasts. The cool air hit, and Mika hissed as her nipples began to react, hardening into hard, dark pink peaks.

Mmm, lovely." The demi crooned, using his thumb to tease the tender, sensitive tips of her nipples. The human woman clenched her jaw and let a breath hiss between her teeth before biting down on her bottom lip as the small but piercing waves of pleasure that each gentle thumb stroke elicited. After a while, she grew restless and began to move her legs a bit, "Goten, dammit, stop teasing-"

Her words caught in her throat as a warm, wet cavern closed over her left nipple, finishing out in a low, gratified moan. Smirking against her silky skin, Goten begn to suckle, working her into a frenzy. Warm moistness formed at the apex of her legs, soiling her dark blue lace panties and perfuming the air with the savory musk of her arousal. The demi saiyan took a deep whiff and snarled against her chest, kissing down her flat stomach and nibbling at a few traces of skin that he passed. Mika simply sighed with enjoyment, and then squeaked in surprise as her mini skirt disappeared from around her waist, leaving her damp panties bare to the view of her boyfriend, who made a low, rumbling purr of approval in the back of his throat.

"I'm almost naked, and you're still dressed." The woman protested, running a hand through her wild locks. Goten quickly and lithely removed his shirt and jeans, leaving him as bare as she. Mika giggled and pulled him back down on top of her, kissing and nibbling at his chest and collar bone with a vengeance.

Goten chuckled and slipped his fingers inside of the waist of her undies, pulling them down slowly as he kissed down the side of her ribcage. The feel of the air on her made her squeal a bit, but the feeling was interrupted by the suddenness that was Goten yanking his boxers down to allow his thick cock to spring free. Mika gasped at the sight of it, allowing her legs to fall open and invite him into the cradle it created. He slid in her folds with a low, moist slide and she released a languid moan as he slowly sank into her before pulling out just as slowly.

"Goten, don't tease me..." she begged, "please..."

"I wouldn't dream of it." Goten kissed her on the cheek and slowly poured on the speed as he began to get into his rhythm. Mika grasped him by his cheeks and pulled him down into a kiss, her soft moans and cries of pleasure muffled by the battle of their tongues and lips. Goten growled at this and shifted his hips so he'd thrust just a bit deeper, brushing against patch of rough tissue that made a heated bolt of friction rip through him. She shrieked at the contact and bucked her hips up to bring him in just a little more, resting against that hot spot.

Their kiss ended as Mika pulled away, mewling and whimpering as he rocked slowly and firmly inside of her, bringing her ever closer to that peak she desperately wanted. Goten felt the pressure beginning to rise in his balls and growled as his woman clenched her walls around him in a slow, torturous pattern.

Mika's climax came faster and harder than she'd expected, and she screamed out in surprised gratification as Goten firmly hit her hot spot just as his thumb snuck in and pressed firmly against her clit. Her spasming walls became too much for the demi to take, and he let himself go into her folds, moaning laboriously into her neck. The couple wriggled together, moaning and simpering in the passionate climax of their lovemaking.

When the last wave died down, the two of them fell limply to the bed, spent. Goten pulled out of Mika's folds with a whine of protest from both parties, and pulled the woman into a soft embrace as they basked in the glow of their post-coital bliss. Goten pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and cuddled against her as they waited for their energy to return.

"That was wonderful." Mika told him tiredly, "I didn't know you could get so creative."

"I'm a man of many talents." Goten said with a sardonic; though tired smirk.

~#~#~#

Light blue hair pulled up into a high ponytail, Bulla sat on her bed, her college books open and spread out in front of her. An hour had passed by since Uub left, and it was now around nine at night. Uub usually trained hard on the weekends, so she was gratefully that he made an sacrifice today to spend some time with her instead. His plate was honestly already full enough, especially since he had two jobs; one job being an marital arts instructor and the other one being a waiter at a local downtown restaurant. The restaurant itself wasn't really fancy or popular - just like he preferred, so she supposed it worked out for him in his favor.

And although, he had irritated her with his lecturing, she really enjoyed his company. His company didn't really succeed in distracting her thoughts too much, but it, at least, got rid of the complete and utter boredom she had been experiencing moments before his arrival. She shook her head, ceasing her thoughts. She needed to focus. She had an test in two days that she needed to study for; a calculus test to be exact.

It wasn't as if she needed to study, she just chose to study simply because there was nothing else to do and she needed to distract herself from Goten's fluctuating ki. She scowled. Seriously, those two were like rabbits. Could they not go a week without jumping each other? Was it really that hard? She rolled her eyes, claiming that she didn't care what they did. Like she stated before, Goten had his own life and she had her own life. Plus, she had one more year of college and she didn't need anything getting in her way of finishing up. She was majoring to be an engineer. She figured that since she was pretty intelligent, and engineering seemed to cover the gist of what she was interested into and what she knew how to do, she figured why not? Granted, she was much more interested into fashion, but since she was planning on opening her own fashioning business as soon as she graduated, she figured that it didn't really matter too much.

Releasing a sigh, she deemed it best to give up on studying for now. She wasn't getting anywhere anymore. Besides, she at least got in an hour of studying and she needed to take a shower as well. By the time she finished, Jason should be giving her a call pretty soon.