A/N: Why is this story so much fun to write? DEAR GOD. You guys give me so much encouragement. 3 Whenever I read a new review I wanna run home and type away for hours on end. :D Btw no more Katy Perry titles.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.
-MalRev
Lethal
9: Clean Slate
A steady knocking sound gradually woke me up the next morning. It became increasingly obnoxious as time passed until I couldn't ignore it anymore and unwillingly opened my eyes. All I could see was a very dark shade of orange and a small sliver of skin. My awareness started returning and I soon realized my body was completely entangled with Goku's, who was still fast asleep. One of his bulky arms was draped across my back, idly fingering the hem of my shirt in his dreams and the other was supporting my head while his hand stroked my spine. He was warm and smelled vaguely of pine trees.
I wriggled in Goku's grasp, trying to get up to answer the door, and he muttered something before tightening his arms. He nuzzled his face in my hair and inhaled deeply, apparently unaware of his actions. While I pushed against his rock solid chest I tried to think of why I had agreed to let him share the bed with me. That didn't sound like a good idea regardless of the threat. He had inadvertently trapped me and I had no chance of getting up until he came out of his dreams.
My heart pounded in time with the impatient person demanding Goku let them in. Kami, I was lying in bed with some kid's father. We knew each other a little bit but if anyone saw us lying in bed together they would automatically assume the worst. As far as I knew, Goku and I hadn't done anything wrong the night before. My cheeks flushed with heat when a telltale lump pressed against my stomach. He was doing something wrong in his dream, though.
"…Goku? Who is that in bed with you?"
The voice was unfamiliar and female so I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Goku stirred a few seconds later and yawned loudly, stretching out his long legs beneath the sheets. I felt his skin brush against mine and his arms tightened around me as his morning stretch reached its peak. His grip slackened a couple of seconds later; I soon realized he had taken his pants off at some point during the night. He carefully slipped his arms from underneath me, gently resting me on my side. His brawny fingers clumsily moved the hair from my face and the woman laughed.
"Isn't that Gohan's girlfriend? Don't tell me you took away her innocence."
"No," Goku said, "she had some questions and we ended up falling asleep. I was going to do it. It was hard resisting with Chi-Chi but this is downright painful. When can we make the wish? Today?"
"There's still some testing I need to do. Shenron can grant the wish but I'm not sure if it will leave her stable. Besides, it'd be better to tell her instead of just throwing such a huge responsibility on her shoulders. I wouldn't worry about her not agreeing to it."
"I guess. I knew from the minute I met her she would be perfect. Gohan is going to be upset."
"It only makes sense for her to be with a pure-blooded Saiyan. I wasn't expecting you to get attached to her so quickly."
Rough fingers stroked my hair. "Me neither."
The woman sat down on the bed and sighed heavily. "If all goes well, you'll end up restarting your race. Just make sure you don't scare her off. Try to keep an eye on her and watch Gohan, too. He seems to like her a lot and we don't want them getting too involved. You and Vegeta are the only pure-blooded Saiyans left. I think it goes without saying that my husband isn't sleeping with a teenager."
"I'll wait until the next full moon," Goku said.
The newcomer must have been Bulma, who was married to the rude short guy who interrupted Gohan and I. But that was the least of my concerns. The weird family I had gotten mixed up with intended on somehow turning me into a Saiyan, the alien race from the far reaches of the universe. I didn't know how they could wish for that to happen but Bulma had a back-up plan and they had been waiting for someone like me for a long time. It wouldn't surprise me if the night Goku had threatened me in my bedroom was just a test to see if I could tolerate becoming a warrior.
Even worse, they wanted to use me as a breeding machine. My throat felt tight when I thought of Goku's gigantic arms wrapped around me in the heat of the moment. He could kill me by accident. He was physically struggling not to mark me. Now he was going to be following me around, watching my every move to make sure I didn't try to escape. They were going to keep Gohan and me apart because he was only half-Saiyan and us having kids meant even more diluted offspring. The master race was trying to make a resurgence and Goku and I would be the head of it.
There had been a few times when I questioned my judgment in the past but this situation definitely took the cake. Gohan had seemed like a weird kid and I felt bad for him, so I tried to be nice and be his friend. It was too bad that his entire family was completely insane. My breathing started becoming heavy as I became more and more terrified under the sheets. They wanted me to be a science project. Their tests had been completed and I was their best option.
A warm hand settled on my side. "She's awake."
It was a vain attempt but I knew I had to try. I rolled of the side of the bed onto the floor and bolted for the window, tearing back the curtains to see what I was up against. A huge padlock barred me from pulling it open; yet another defense against Goku going on a murderous rampage. He was on me a few seconds later and twisted my arms behind my back to keep me from struggling. When he pinned me on the bed by the back of my neck, Bulma rose to her feet, tossing her blue hair over her shoulder.
"You'd better bring her to King Kai so he can wipe out her memory," she said. "We don't want her figuring everything out too early, right?"
"No!" I shrieked, kicking wildly. "You can't do this!"
"Maybe I can just keep her here," Goku suggested meekly. He had pinned me frontways so I couldn't see his face, but I could imagine he wasn't very happy with what he was doing. Our chat had taught me a few things about him: mainly, that he was pacifistic unless provoked.
"People are going to be scouring the area if the daughter of Hercule Satan goes missing. Plus, I don't think Gohan can deal with the guilt. Nor can you. It's easier if we just make her forget our private conversation. If you don't do the honors, Vegeta can."
"He's been a very bad influence on you," Goku said.
"Whatever. Just do what you need to and bring her to Capsule Corp later. Since you skipped out on the party last night we'll have to have another today to make up for it."
"You're all crazy!" I screamed as she walked out of the room.
The door shut behind Bulma and Goku quickly turned me on my back so we were facing each other. He pinned my arms above my head while I kicked furiously at the weak spot between his legs. His spiky black hair was pointing in every direction; he'd been moving around a lot while we were sleeping the night before. He maneuvered his elbow to hold my wrist down and used his free hand to cover my mouth. When I finally settled down, his black eyes moved down to my neck. Not again.
Goku noticed my panicked expression and smiled. "Don't worry, I'm just looking. I really don't want to make you forget anything but Bulma's right. It's gonna be hard getting you to agree to anything otherwise. We can bring back my people and teach them kindness and how to control themselves instead of letting them go on rampages across the galaxy.
"But it's wrong to trick you like that. You should know what we want to do and make your own decision. If you don't want to become a Saiyan, you don't have to." He sighed and rested his head on my chest. "It's too bad I'm so darn impatient. I want everything to happen now instead of waiting months on end for you to decide to help us. We could do it by force… but that isn't fair, either. Why didn't you just wake up and leave the room so we could talk? Now everything is mixed up."
When I started struggling and gnawing at the palm of his hand, Goku finally freed my mouth. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath before I could talk and try to convince him that they were all wrong. I had fallen into their lap at the perfect moment. It could have been fate. Maybe karma had forgotten all the great deeds I did for the city and decided to double back and bite me in the ass.
"Take me home," I said. "You know this is wrong."
"Sorry, but I can't. It isn't all bad. Saiyans are strong and proud; you'll be able to defeat three times as many criminals as before. It all works out in the end for everyone."
"Except the part where I'm expected to help carry on your race."
"Well it would be nice if you agreed to it but I guess if you really don't want to then you don't have to. Bulma can probably use her lab to make them outside of us. But I'm not sure any human woman would be able to carry a Saiyan baby. We're kinda heavy and we take a lot of energy."
"What if we told her you had my memory erased and you didn't do it?"
"I'm a really bad liar…"
When he moved to push two fingers to his forehead, I grabbed his wrist. "I'll let you bite me. We can't do the other part but if you want to so bad, go ahead. You just have to promise not to bring me to that Kai guy, whoever he is, and let me keep my memory."
Goku's hand lowered and he stared at me for a minute, trying to decide if the deal was worth the risk. My heart was racing as his eyes drilled hard into mine. It was a tempting offer for him but I wasn't sure what it would mean for me. Anything was better than having some guy poking around in my memories, even if it did involve bites to the back of my neck. Goku slowly slid his hand up my shoulder until his fingers were scarcely touching the edge of my throat.
"I was married to Chi-Chi for a long time," he said quietly. "In all those years, despite how many times Vegeta pressured me, I never marked her. It isn't something I take lightly. It's strange, but I want it to mean something, which is why you can't keep your memories. You can know the truth when the time is right. Until then, you'll have to be in the dark."
Before I could protest, Goku swiftly pinched a pressure point at the crux of my neck and shoulder. The image of his unkempt black hair swirled in my vision for a few seconds before I passed out.
Reviews/comments/questions
TFSrules- Nope he sure doesn't! I kinda made Gohan a pussy in this, though. Hehe.
super saiyan 4 chichi- Even though she's about to forget some vital things. Poor Videl can't win yet again.
Kanosina- Thank you so much! I'm really attached to this pairing now, too.
Cottoncandy101- Yes ma'am (or sir). That's way down the road, though. I spend more time with romantic drama over action.
