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Just a Ride
In the Heat of the Moment
He lets Whis get too close.
With a hint of a smile gracing his lips, the angel appeared in front of him mid-air, and with his staff, all it took was one quick, well aimed strike to send the Saiyan catapulting towards the ground.
Goku catches himself before hitting the ground. While he catches his breath, hovering perpendicular to the earth below him, the blades of grass tickle the back of his arms and when he blinks up at the tangerine sky he sees the Oracle Fish float by. The little seer flies up higher and higher until he is floating in front of Whis.
"You're getting a message from Earth." With his fins propped against the edges of his glass bowl, the fish looks at Whis and yawns. "I was in the middle of a nap when your Earth woman woke me up."
Goku lowers himself down on the grass, and does his best to ignore the conversation happening above him. Bulma and the Earth are two things he does not want to think about because they only serve to make him think of a certain young blue haired girl. Even though her energy signature vanished many, many days ago, thoughts of her still plague him.
"Oh, really?" There is a lift of playful intrigue in Whis' voice. "And whatever did she want?"
"Oh... uhm... let me think," the fish sighs, slumping against the edge of its bowl. "After being woken up like that- and with an empty stomach, too- my brain's just a little fuzzy."
"And here I was considering bringing you back a little treat of whatever delicious delight Bulma had in store for our next visit," Whis says thoughtfully. "I don't think i will though- It seems as though all these extra snacks are making you sluggish."
"Wait!" The Oracle fish wails, frantically waving its fins. "I remember! Bulma said she was going to be hosting a gathering today, and that she was going to be serving the most large and exquisite cake the Earth has ever seen. Please bring me some!" After catching her breath, the fish peers down the edge of his bowl at the Saiyan lying on the grass below and yells, "And, Goku! Your attendance is requested- it's supposed to be important."
"Oh…uh, yeah. I'll definitely try to make it." Goku does his best not to grimace. Usually the unlimited amounts of delicious food offered at Bulma's parties would be enticing enough to make a quick appearance, but this time it is not enough. He isn't sure he is ready to face everyone back on Earth.
Whis floats down and lands beside him. "If you do choose to return to Earth, perhaps you could wait a while after I arrive."
Goku sits up. There are pieces of grass stuck in his hair as he looks at the angel in confusion. "Why?"
"You're still very conflicted. Your presence may lead to a squabble and prove to be quite disastrous to the buffet table," Whis chuckles.
Since the time Goku asked Whis about the possibility of an alternate dimension in which Bulla and him were together, neither of them have spoken of the blue haired half Saiyan. Despite training until reaching new pinnacles of exhaustion, those few days in which he could sense her ki had been torture, and even after she concealed it, the restlessness never truly went away.
Thinking of her hurts more than it does when he thinks of his family. It's a different kind of hurt, and as the days pass it is one he is slowly becoming used to.
With a heavy sigh, Goku plops down onto the grass and bends his elbows behind his head. "Do you think it will always be like this?"
The angel doesn't ask the Saiyan to clarify. He simply looks down at Goku with that discerning little smile. "Yes, I do."
"Maybe I could just gather all the dragon balls and wish away all these weird feelings. I don't like them." As he looks up into the nebulous sky, a tired hope brightens his dark eyes.
"Do you think yourself capable of making such a cowardly wish?" There is a hint of disapproval in the angels voice, and before giving Goku a chance to reply, Whis continues. "Either way, I'm sorry to disappoint you Goku, but that would simply be a wish wasted. As I told you, in this universe her existence has been carefully planned to favorably intertwine with yours."
Goku lets out a deep sigh.
Usually, he could care less about what the gods were up to, but in that moment he finds himself irritated at them for deliberately using him for reasons he doesn't fully understand.
"One way or another, until one of your souls cross into the Other World, you will always find your way back to each other. Just as you cannot control your need to fight, you cannot control this. It is just another part of your Saiyan nature." With his eyes shut in a genial expression, the angel floats higher up into the sky and before disappearing in a burst of speed calls out, "Oh, and Goku- please do leave the acrosian alone. I think within the past few decades, Universe Seven has already lost quite enough planets. Let's not give Beerus a reason to get too lazy."
Once Whis is gone, the Oracle Fish floats down and peers at Goku. "If you go to Earth, will you please bring me back some food? Whis never remembers to bring me any of the good stuff."
"Yeah, sure," Goku grumbles.
Noticing the Saiyan's glum disposition, the Oracle Fish eyes the Saiyan suspiciously before floating away. "Don't forget, okay?"
Supine on the soft grass, Goku is left alone with his sour thoughts. After a few minutes, his reverie is shattered by the grumbling of his stomach. It is time for their evening meal, and with Whis gone and the planet's food safely stored in an another dimension, Goku is left to fend for himself. He jumps to his feet and after a quick rinse in the lake, he teleports himself to the same planet he saved from Frieza not too long ago. In their gratitude, the furry, long-limbed inhabitants bring him platters of cooked meat that he digs into with his hands and pastries so sticky he sucks at the ends of his fingers to clean off the sugar.
When he feels it, his fingers are still slick with animal grease and the laugh he had been sharing with the bug eyed alien beside him seizes in his throat. Not only does he feel the fatal lure of her energy within the void of the universe, but near her- within her he senses something new.
Something that he hopes is not real.
A cold sweat begins to bead on his forehead when he realizes many years ago, back when everyone still thought he was human, he had felt a pull similar to this. In his minds eye he remembers being happy with his fingers spread over the huge swell of Chi-chi's stomach. He's going to grow up big and strong, just like his daddy, she had laughed and from beneath the taut skin of her belly there it had been, clear as day- that undeniable link between him a new life.
He remembers her sleeping in the medical pod and his son holding her hand.
His surroundings fade into the background, and he cannot think over a sudden rush of panic. His mind does not stay in that feeble place for long. That part of himself that he is barely learning to accept- that part of him always aching for a good fight, the restless part of him- it does not allow it. Goku plants his elbows on the table top, over the half eaten slab of meat and buries his face into his palms.
It can't be.
He has to be wrong.
When he senses his wife amongst the energies gathered around Bulla, content and glowing beside that of his youngest son, Goku bites down on his fist. He is grappling for reason, and despite the strong, visceral disgust the thought brings, he imagines his son on top of his princess, drawing out the same pleasured moans he once had.
Goku feels sick and terrified all at once, and beneath it all he finds himself needing to know that he is wrong.
Goku finds himself sloppily reasoning that with Bulma's earlier invitation, the timing couldn't be more perfect. He could just pop in, say hello and see the truth with his own eyes; confirm that he was sensing something that wasn't there. Perhaps it is a glitch cast by her energy concealing device.
He tells himself, he is just too far away to tell.
The Saiyan hones in on Bulla's ki, noting how far away it is from everyone else, and in a characteristic moment of impulsivity, raises two fingers to his forehead and decides- really, the timing couldn't be better.
He clenches his eyes tightly to stop the world from spinning around him, and in the background he can still faintly hear the alien's animated voices. In the next instant, even with his eyes still closed he knows she is there. In this room, the intensity of her nearness sends a shiver down his spine, and the smell of roses is so strong he can taste it in the back of his throat. Before opening his eyes, he takes a deep steadying breath, and when he looks down and sees her, he falls to his knees.
Beneath the soft sunlight she is glowing. The diamonds she is wearing around her neck sparkle like stars, and in all that fine, white fabric she is wrapped in he can't help but think she looks like something hauntingly beautiful. Like a lovelorn spirit- one tempting enough to willingly follow into the dark.
The surprise in her pretty blue eyes gives way to something softer, and when she raises her trembling fingers he cannot stop himself from leaning into her touch. Under the soft brush of her fingers, he is trembling.
"Hi," she says, the word falling from her lips in a breathy sigh.
"Hey."
With his gaze fixed on the pout of her lips, he cannot remember his reason for being here. All he knows is that she is his, and she is glorious.
He is too consumed by the strange allure of her painted mouth to realize that with each passing second he is leaning into her closer and closer. The distance between their lips closes in a burst of electricity.
Goku only knows one way to kiss: soft and gentle, but when he feels her mouth yield under his, he finds himself wanting more- and she obliges, obediently opening her mouth for him. He feels the tease of her tongue against his and shudders.
He doesn't remember touching her, but against the rough skin of his palm he feels the smooth material of her dress, and as his eyes trail down her mouth, all the way to the swell of her belly, he remembers the reason he came to Earth. His fingers flex nervously against her stomach, and then as though sensing his presence, the new energy snaps against his consciousness, strong, vibrant and full of life. He pulls his hand away in shock.
All of a sudden everything is too real- the baby, the wedding dress, this ugly, suffocating hopelessness, and despite how obvious the answer is, he asks, "Why are you wearing that?"
She pushes herself up on her elbows and avoids his gaze by reaching for something on the carpet. "I'm getting married today."
His heart twists painfully in his chest. Even though he knows, it is the newly developed masochist in him that so badly wants to follow up his question with the one he knows would hurt them both- Who is he?
Goku knows who it is. He can smell it.
Under all the perfume and flowers, his son's scent penetrates the room. From the way it lingers in every corner, Goku knows his son has been staying in this room for a very long time. Deep down, he knows how wrong it to be here- in the room his son shares with his young bride. To have kissed her even as she carries his grandchild inside of her, but all of that pales in comparison to what he feels when he realizes he has lost.
And the darkness inside of him does not like to lose. It understands even less why his princess would allow another, someone weaker than him to claim her.
Her eyes remain fixed on the silver ring pinched between her fingers, and with each passing second Goku's agitation grows. The Saiyan doesn't know what he wants from her. All he knows is that she is his, and that her avoidance threatens to invoke the worst parts of him. He is a beast backed into a corner, overwhelmed by the frenzy of innate instinctual impulses he is doing his best to control. When she slides the ring over her finger, concealing herself and the ki beneath his palm, he reaches his breaking point.
In a speed too fast for her to see, he reaches for the back of her head, forcefully grabbing a fistful of blue hair and lace with one hand, and smothering her startled yell with the other. He meets her big, fearful blue eyes with a vicious grin, and knowing she wouldn't dare scream, he uncovers her mouth.
"Goku." His name falls from her lips in a whimper, and it oozes down his consciousness like something dirty.
"Don't call me that," he growls. He does not want to hear that name- not when the madness inside of him is burning him alive. "When I have you like this," he hisses through clenched teeth, yanking on her hair for emphasis,"you will call me Kakarot." Goku would never do this. He loves his wife, his family and friends- his home. Goku is repulsed, sorry, and confused, but Kakarot revels.
Kakarot knows exactly what his princess is to him.
Bulla furrows her brows in confusion, and even though she appears hesitant, her body responds beautifully. His princess knows who he is.
"Kakarot," she says slowly, testing the feel of his name on her tongue.
He's been hard from the moment he appeared before her, but as she studies his face, her features soften in acceptance, invoking a new kind of yearning inside of him. One that reaches down all the way into even the most kind, noble parts of him, and twists until all of him is hurting.
He wants this girl.
All of her.
She should have been his.
He reaches down, snaking a palm between her shoulders and exchanges a fistful of her hair to grip her by the back of her scalp. Bulla comes comes to life beneath him. Her blue eyes shimmer like the diamonds hanging from her neck and a lively flush decorates her round cheeks, and because it feels right when everything else feels so wrong, he brings her up to meet his mouth in a bruising kiss.
Goku's never kissed like this.
He's never really wanted to, but there is something about having her mouth on his that makes him realize he has been starving for this kind of closeness for a very long time. From the way she responds, a desperate mess of lips and tongue and teeth, Goku dares to think that maybe she's found something special in him too.
His ki prickles under his skin, and the more Bulla responds, the more difficult it is to keep his energy under control. When she swipes her tongue across the roof of his mouth, the air around them crackles and it is Mount Paozu all over again. In the background he can sense everyone's energies, and though he knows how wrong this is- how much it would hurt everyone, he can't stop. How could he, when being with her felt as natural as breathing and fighting and all the other things he could not imagine a life without.
The scent of her lust is overwhelming. When he feels the scrape of her nails against the back of his neck, he thinks, I need to have her, and just like that they are on New Namek.
On this planet the air is light and clean.
Instant transmission startles her, and when she opens her eyes, she knows she is a billion light years from home.
When their feet touch the ground, Bulla is quick to plant her palms on his chest in an attempt to pull away, but he doesn't let her. He swallows her muffled protests, and it is only when he senses a jump in the familiar energy behind him that he lets her go.
"Goku?"
The name makes him bristle. In his excitement, he had forgotten about who's ki he had focused on to bring them here. The Saiyan turns to see an old Namekian staring at the girl in his arms in slack-jawed surprise. Goku glances at Bulla and chuckles at how similar her expression is to that of the village elder.
"Hey there, Moorai! Long time no see." Reigning in his impatience, Goku offers the Namekian his most cheerful smile and hoists Bulla up into his arms. "This is my friend. I'm going to show her around Namek, okay? Do you think you could do me a favor and ask everyone to leave us alone for a little bit?"
When he envelops her in his ki, Bulla shivers against him. Goku feels just as spectacular as she remembers.
With one arm wrapped around Bulla's waist, Goku salutes the bewildered Namekian and shoots off into the clear green sky. The girl in his arms squeals, curling against him with one hand looped around his neck and the other clutched at the sheer fabric adorning her head.
The suns beat down on his skin, drudging up the memory of a promise he whispered against her skin. One day, we are going to come back here, he had told the naked girl sprawled across his chest. He'd still been riding the high of something magical when he raised his hands up to the star covered sky and said, On the other side of the planet, the sun never goes down, and it's nothing but blue grass for miles. I can promise you've never seen anything like it! He remembers her breathing heavily from the exertion of their coupling, and the bright smile she gave him before he flipped her over onto her back and made her scream out his name into the darkness.
It's a memory that he hasn't dared revisit. One that feels like a lifetime ago, and now that she is in his arms and flying through the clear skies of New Namek, he realizes he must have always known he would bring her back.
He may have been many things, but a liar was not one of them.
Her heart is racing. Goku can feel the rush of her blood beneath his hands, and the smell of her adrenaline is driving him wild.
He wants her mouth on him again.
In a matter of seconds, Goku touches ground somewhere hundrends of miles away and gently sets her down. There is nothing but an expanse of rolling blue fields as far as the eye can see, and as beautiful as the sight is, it is one he has seen a thousand times. For him, the real novelty lay in watching the girl in front of him. In the sight she made standing bare foot on the blue grass, looking at the world around them in breathless amazement.
Bulla was in awe of this alien world. Knowing he had made his princess happy brought a new sort of satisfaction, and it was then, as he watched her wriggle her toes in the grass and stare at the spherical trees and green sky in wonder, that a dangerous idea formed in his head.
The princess is a wonder to behold, glowing in her happiness. She laughs in delight and twirls, making the fabric of her dress flare out in a brilliant white ripple of satin. "I don't think I've ever seen anything this amazing," she breathes, and when she sharply turns to look at him, her long blue hair trails behind her like the tail of a shooting star.
When her eyes land on him, her brightness wanes, and he wonders if she can see how starved he is for her. It only takes a few steps for her to close the distance between them.
Bulla plants her palms against his chest, looks up him and sighs,"It's no wonder you're always running off like you have somewhere better to be. Earth must seem so small to you." The happiness in her aura slowly fades, and her smile falters just enough to make him worry. "When you can go anywhere in the universe, I can't even begin to imagine how hard it is to stay in one place."
Vegeta once told him that was the Saiyan in him, always searching for something more. That the feeling would never go away until he found what he was looking for, but he stays silent because he still wants her as badly as he did when he was kissing her minutes ago.
Bulla reaches for his face and there is a strange sort of emotion shimmering in her eyes. When they were young, sometimes his wife would look at him like that. Goku feels his breath catch at the sudden stab of betrayal the thought invokes, but the need for his princess is too strong, and it easily smothers everything else.
Goku stoops down so that she can run her fingers across his face, and as she trails them up into his wild hair, he shudders. He is hyperaware of all of her, and trembles from the want.
"When you're so much larger than life, I bet everything must feel that way- small and insignificant. I bet I must feel like that to you too," she says with a rueful smile. "Sometimes I forget how different your world is from mine. Is life always like this for you?"
He doesn't understand her question. Bulla leans forward, and as she looks at him she thinks of the kai's and the gods. How for him, someone more god than man, nothing- herself included, is ever truly out of reach.
"Is your world always this full of magic? Kami, I wish I could see it," she muses.
In this moment, he thinks she may be the most magical thing in his world- a witch, enchanting him with her spellbinding beauty.
Especially, now when something stronger than gravity seems to be pulling him towards her. She squeals when he hoists her up into the air, burying his hands beneath a sea of white fabric until he is holding her up by the backs of her thighs. Her arms are wrapped around the back of his neck, and he feels the swell of her child pressed against him.
Goku feels uncomfortable. His skin feels to tight, his need too out of control, and even though the voice in his head is growling mine, mine, mine, he knows that no matter what the deities may have said, she isn't his- not truly. The child growing inside of her and the wedding dress she is wearing are proof of that, but when she cranes her neck forward to press her forehead against his, he can't stop the words from tumbling out of his lips.
"I could take you with me."
He isn't good with words, and immediately regrets the ones he said, because behind her dry eyes, he can smell the salt of tears forming.
She pulls away from him, brows furrowed and eyes searching as they flitter across his face. "You don't mean that."
"I do mean it," he growls. "If you wanted to, I would take you with me." Something inside of him did not appreciate her doubt, and then as though to prove his point he adds, "I wouldn't lie to you."
"I know you wouldn't," she sighs. The tears she is holding back glisten in her eyes, and she seems to find whatever it is she was looking for, because she's smiling again. "That's a nice thought, though. Could you imagine us traveling all over the universe? Going wherever our hearts desired. Doing this whenever we wanted." She hooks her fingers behind his neck and leans in close enough until they are nose to nose. "Where would you take me first?"
"I would take you anywhere in the universe you wanted to go, princess," he replies seriously.
And she knows he means it.
This thing she makes him feel is torn, twisted, and beautiful, and when she leans forward to whisper, "Right now, I just want you to kiss me," and softly presses her lips against his, he decides that her chaos matches his perfectly.
It's the only part of her that does.
It's jarring to realize that even after what they have done, her heart is a stranger to him. To know he will never completely have her invokes an irrational discontent that spills into their kiss. He bites her lips and digs his hands into the backs of her thighs until she is trembling. The more forceful he is, the more responsive his princess becomes. She knows it's gross and demeaning, but she can't help but submit to him.
What they have is reckless and selfish. It calls to him with the fury of the full moon, appealing to the parts of him he has spent a lifetime trying to deny existed. Goku thinks Bulla wouldn't be here right now, with the skirt of her wedding dress bunched up around her thighs and her mouth hot and open upon him if the same madness did not exist inside of her as well.
And within this, Goku has found a sense of completeness that he never imagined possible outside of fighting. It makes no sense, and the Saiyan thinks he will think differently when he is alone, suffocating under the heavy guilt he knows will eventually come- but right now, in spite of how twisted everything is, it feels like this is where they were always meant to be.
Bulla slides her fingers up his neck and into his hair, scraping her nails against his scalp, and with her mouth, draws the madness out of him. She drinks it until the smell of her becomes urgent, and she is just as wild as he is. Goku remembers Whis' cryptic words, and wonders if this is how he ends up losing his humanity. In the craze of the moment, even the child growing inside of her feels right.
He hates what he is doing. He feels so out of control, but he can't stop.
He doesn't want to.
Here on New Namek, they collide in a frenzied mess, and he even though right now he doesn't have to pretend, she's making a liar out of him.
He tells himself, just one more time. After one last taste he will quit her, but Kakarot will always be waiting for her. He will always lurk in the shadows, waiting to gorge himself on the parts of her she is willing to slip him when no one is looking.
Is this my true self?, he muses as he shifts her in his arms. The skirt of her dress is rutched up at her hips, and with one hand spanning the small of her back, he pushes her sex against his stomach. Her head falls backwards and she moans so prettily. Goku doesn't think he likes who he is right now- a creature reduced to it's most base desires, and even though he's lost to his son and shamed himself, he can't deny that he's ever felt better.
Bulla makes him feel powerful and so, so good, and in turn, when she is with him, he sets her world on fire.
Her Saiyan's energy prickles against her skin, and when his large hand finds her lower back, pressing her cunt against his hard stomach, she decides she would do anything for him. It's moment's like these that prove this Saiyan is her entire world, and she is beyond pleased to know she is capable of pulling out the parts of him that are harsh, punishing and just as sick and wanton as her own.
He is relentless.
Goku's mouth quickly finds her neck, and careful of the baby growing between them, he grinds her against him until her toes curl. A cataclysmic pleasure is building inside of her. She gasps in surprise and opens her eyes to a clear green sky when she feels a gentle nip on her neck.
She goes still and grabs a fistful of his thick, wild hair, pulling him away just enough to get his attention. "Please, don't mark me," she pleads. That darkness creeps into his eyes again, and when his grip on her becomes more urgent she finds herself frightened. Not of him, but of the terrible thrill that runs through her when she imagines appearing in front of Goten, debauched and marred with the stronger warrior's bites.
"You can't get too carried away," she warns through labored breaths. "Don't leave any marks. Not this time."
Goku's eyes widen in surprise, and there is a hint of disbelief in his voice when he asks, "When you say not this time, what exactly do you mean by that?" His hands go still against her, but she can see the gears turning in his head. The moment her words click a boyish smile pulls at his lips, contrasting terribly with the volatile madness brewing in his dark eyes. "Okay, sure. Not right now, I get it- but what about tomorrow, or all the days that come after that? Will you let me mark that pretty neck of yours then?", he asks, brushing his lips against the pale column of her neck. "When it's not today, will you let me have you again?"
The fingers pressed against the small of her back journey downwards to tease the swollen lips of her sex, forcing a reply from her.
"Yes!" she gasps, clenching her legs against him. The Saiyan sneaks his fingers beneath the damp lace of her panties, and when they slide against where she is slick with need, she goes rigid in his arms. "Yes! After- after this, I promise-", she cries out, her words catch in her throat when he uses his index and fourth finger to part her.
Against her neck, he asks, "After this, you promise what, princess?"
And when he slides his middle finger inside of her she sobs, "After this, you could do anything you wanted to me." Her spine arches dramatically and she's writhing against him from the overwhelming pleasure. "Kami, I want you so much. I always want you," she admits wretchedly.
Her words soothe the darkness inside of him, and as she grows more responsive the roiling wrath inside of him ebbs away. She is mine, it says with a pleased growl, and at the same time it strikes a new vulnerability within him. Vulnerability is weakness, and as much as he tries to squash it down, focusing instead on the smell of her lust, or the feel of her against his fingers, it bleeds through.
"You'd let me do whatever I wanted to you? Do you really mean that?" He is panting, absolutely fascinated by the feel of her warmth enveloping his finger. There is a kaleidoscope of filthy images playing out in his mind, and over the urgent ache in his loins, his heart twists painfully. "Please don't do that to me, Bulla. Don't make promises you can't keep."
"I mean it," she says urgently, clenching her legs so tightly against his sides they tremble. "After today, after-", she starts, but he slowly moves his finger inside of her, forcing her words to melt into a drawn out moan.
The sound makes him go still.
It runs down his spine like something electric, triggering a short circuit in his brain that seems to make time bend. In a stretch of a few seconds she floods his senses, and as drowns in her, he catches the scent of another. In his delirium, the baby inside of her felt so familiar he could almost imagine it was his, but Goten's faint scent breaks through.
Struck by a sudden impulse to disobey her, Goku opens his mouth, teeth poised against the nape of her neck. With a growl of irritation he pulls away, and cranes forward to press his forehead against hers. "But what about today, Princess?"
Today she is promising herself to his son.
His primal nature is betrayed and confused. Can she not feel that she is his? The baby in her belly doesn't matter it seethes, he can put a new one there.
The madness in his eyes is hypnotic, calling to her like something she has always known, and when he asks, "What will you do for me today?", she hears the answer from deep within her bones.
Anything.
The word sits on the top of her tongue, but the pleasure he is quickly building with hand combines with a sudden gripping fear.
As delicious as his fingers feel, he is being too rough. Remembering the blood stain between her legs, she cries out, "Stop!"
The word strikes him like a painful lash, and he clenches his eyes from the shame of it.
It is the same word he would repeat to himself over and over when she would seep into thoughts in his head, and it only serves to worsen the thoughts in his head. When the princess unhooks an arm from around his neck to reach down and grab his arm in warning, he shudders from the severity of the ugliness building up inside of him.
"Stop what? Wanting you- thinking about you?" The menace in his voice creeps into his ki, crackling against her skin in warning. "What makes you think I haven't tried? Do you think I like being like this?" The Saiyan wraps his hands back around her legs, and she can feel her arousal, slick and wet on his fingers. After a deep steadying breath, he opens his eyes and bares his teeth at her. "What have you done to me, Bulla?"
Startled by his intensity, she loosens her arms from around his neck, and in an attempt to put space between them, wedges the sharp of her elbows against his chest. The scent of her fear rolls off her skin thick and sweet, clouding his senses till he is drunk with it.
Bulla's breath catches as the Saiyan languidly trails one hand up her leg. Goku relishes the way her fear sharpens as he drags his hand up the side of her body, and when he lays his palm flat against the bare skin between her shoulders, she cries out, "Please, just put me down! You need to put me down."
He scoffs in disgust, but obliges in his own way.
Goku moves quickly, and in the next instant she finds herself perched on the Saiyan's lap with her palms flat against his chest and the skirt of her dress rutched up over her knees. Bulla blinks slowly and realizes that there is grass beneath her toes, and the shadow cast over her is coming from the giant spherical tree overhead. The same tree that Goku is now propped against.
"I thought I knew who I was." With his palm still between her shoulders, he holds her in place as he leans forward to bury his nose in the crook of her neck. "But I'm not so sure anymore."
She doesn't dare imagine how ridiculous they must look. She thinks their families would die if they saw them like this, positioned in a perfect mockery of romance- Goku in his trademark orange gi, reclined against a tree with her perched on his lap with her wedding dress billowing around them and her arms wrapped around his neck.
"You're like a sickness, Bulla," he whispers, breath hot against her ear. "You're ruining me-turning me into something I can't recognize."
His words land on her heavy as boulders.
Bulla shakes her head vigorously. She does not want to hear anymore, and when Goku pulls away, she finds herself fruitlessly trying to still his lips with her fingers.
Goku chuckles darkly at her attempt to silence him, and with one hand catches both her wrists. "I've never told anyone this, but, for as l
long as I can remember there's been something inside of me that's always wanted to destroy and fight. When I was just a kid, I didn't know my own strength and I ended up killing a lot of people. It felt good, Bulla. When I fought, and on the nights the moon was full- sometimes, it felt like I was going crazy from how badly I wanted to make the world burn." As these terrible truths drip off his tongue, it is not his hand between her shoulders, or his grip on her wrists that hold her in place- it is the dark abyss of his eyes that captures her attention. "Man, I'd get such a thrill fighting bad guys. I could hurt them as badly as I wanted, and everyone would just cheer. To tell you the truth, the real reason I don't like killing my opponents is because I know if I let them live, they'll come back for more."
His words should quicken the fright inside of her. The heiress should be disgusted that in pursuit of such his own personal amusement he would selfishly risk the lives of so many, but instead his brutality captivates her.
He knows it does.
When he closes his eyes and inhales, the air is heavy with the scent of her rekindled desire.
"Bulla, you like this," Goku says in disbelief, and when he opens his eyes to look at her, a vicious grin pulls at his lips. "All those fights I've won- the enemies I've killed- you like hearing about all the terrible things I've done, don't you? I can smell it."
"I do," she replies with surprising candidness.
Goku is left speechless, and after a breath he laughs in disbelief. "What a pair we make, huh?"
For a moment, they stare at each other. And in the same way she is mesmerized by his otherworldly strength, he finds himself in awe of her bloodlust and beauty.
With a soft smile she says,"I think we'd make a good pair," and as her words travel to where he is hard and aching, in his head he can faintly hear the universe whisper, She was made for you.
He releases his hold on her wrists to sweep away the loose strands of hair at her cheek, and as he admires the sapphire shine of her eyes, he catches a perilous glimpse of devotion. In her deliberate beauty and acceptance, Goku sees nothing but danger.
As he takes in the sight of his son's pregnant bride nestled in his lap and pressed against where he aches for her most- this obscene offering crafted by the universe, his thoughts darken.
"I think you're the most dangerous creature I've ever met," he tells her, running his fingers against the soft skin of her cheek. "For my entire life, I've tried my best to be good, to do good- to ignore the ugliness inside my head, but you make it so hard. You've made me scared of myself again." And though his touch is tender, his words are a pained hiss through clenched teeth. "I'm afraid of who I'm becoming."
His grip against her wrist loosens and for a moment his anger melts away. Kakarot is gone. It is Son Goku who sits before her vulnerable and raw.
"You make me want to hurt my own son, Bulla," he says brokenly.
"What about me?" she asks. "Do you ever think about hurting me?"
For a drawn out moment, Goku stares at the pretty girl perched on his lap, carefully considering her words. In his mind, he imagines Goten on the receiving end of his fist, face bruised and ki waning. "No." He shakes his head. "Not like that."
Because she is sick and selfish, excitement flutters in her chest.
The fingers against her cheek twitch, and he slowly drags them across her skin, down her neck and over the jewels that drip between her breasts. "I want to hurt you in a different way," he says, fingers catching at the bodice of her dress. His eyes follow his fingers as they journey up towards the milk-white flesh of her breasts, and when he looks up at her his expression is pained. "I want to hurt you for letting my son touch you- for making me want to do disgusting things to you." With the tips of his fingers, he slowly drags the tight fabric down, and when he exposes her breasts, his breath catches in his throat.
"I want to hurt you for not choosing me," he admits, dragging his eyes up to meet hers. The honesty in his voice is too much. This is too much.
"How about right now, do you want to hurt me right now?" she asks. He shakes his head, and in his eyes, she can see her eventual ruin. Overcome with the need to please, Bulla grabs the large hand pressed against her chest and leads it down to her exposed breasts. "Do you want to touch me?"
The apple of his throat bobs and against all sense, he finds himself nodding.
The princess gathers up the skirt of her dress and scoots back to sit on his knees. "I want you to touch me," she admits, and with the bodice of her dress bunched up under the weight of her breasts, she reaches back with one arm to steady herself on his leg. In her other hand she holds up the skirt of her dress and parts her legs to show him where she wants his touch. "Please, be gentle."
He knows he should stop this, but the same part of him that lives to fight needs this. The significance of the white dress and the swell of her belly is too threatening, and Goku finds himself desperate for whatever she will give him.
They don't speak.
With his hands, the Saiyan worships his princess.
Instinct is telling him to be punishing with his touches- to pinch and pull, but he heeds her words. He kneads her breasts and when he reaches between her legs to touch her where she is wet and wanting, she moans so beautifully for him. Her blue eyes go wide when he slides the front of his pants down low enough to free his cock, and as he pleasures her, he pleasures himself. Kami, he loves looking at her, and in this moment it is so easy to pretend the baby growing inside of her belongs to him. Neither of them lasts long. His inexperienced fingers easily pry an orgasm from her, and it isn't long before he follows her. His pleasure builds and as he spills into his hand, the biting madness inside of him dissolves into a strange, bittersweet kind of wonder.
Goku wipes his hand on the grass, and pulls the princess flush against his chest, wrapping her in his strong arms. She buries herself against him, and can't seem to catch her breath. The electric sparking of his aura is gone,but to her his presence still feels enormous.
"It feels like this is where I was always meant to be," she mumbles against his neck.
She feels the Saiyan tense. He doesn't reply, but when Goku brings his nose against the crown of her head and sighs, she likes to imagine he must feel the same way.
"I don't know why, but when I'm with you, the world makes sense," she says softly. "I wish you could just take me away- I don't feel crazy when I'm with you" She buries herself against him, waiting for the guilt that does not come, and in a pained whisper says, "I don't want to marry Goten."
Bulla thinks of the baby and their families and even though her voice cracks, resolution bleeds through. "I don't want to marry him- but I have to." Beneath her palms she can feel every beat of her warrior's heart, and remembers the man back on Earth who is trusting her with his. "He loves me you know."
This is it.
She holds her breath in anticipation of his response. She would do anything he asked of her. If he told her not to marry his son, to rip out her own heart and hand it to him on a platter, she would be unable to tell him no.
All he has to do is tell her.
Instead, with a wry chuckle he says, "He'd be crazy not to," and disappointment fills her. Against the top of her head she feels him smile. "He'll make a good dad."
Her heart crumbles from the unspoken imagined words left hanging between them.
He'll make a good dad, better than I could ever be. Go ahead and marry him.
She places her hand against her stomach, and wishes she could tell him the truth. She wants to tell him everything the kai had told her; she wants to ask him about her father's bloody past and tell him that her father's soul is being used as leverage to birth his child, but she fears his response. Most mortals endure the god's whims in silent suffering.
But Goku is not most mortals- he is a force of reckoning; his actions create shockwaves that run through the cosmos. Bulla worries if he were to be blinded by his pride and acted out against the wishes of forces greater than he, it would be her world that suffered.
She nuzzles her nose against his neck, and decides she doesn't want to waste these few precious minutes dwelling on things neither of them have any control over. He smells like the sun and happiness and all things good, and as she melts against him she foolishly dreams that this could be her forever.
Afraid that all of this would slip away if she let go, she grips him tightly and asks, "What's wrong with us?"
"There's nothing wrong with us," he replies, and then as though it were the answer to everything wrong between them, brightly adds, "It's because we're Saiyans, Bulla."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," she laughs.
For the first time in as long as he can remember, he sits still.
Neither of them speak. It's the first orgasm she's had in months, and as she melts against him in a puddle of sluggish neurons, the lust she has always harbored for him slowly begins to take a new shape. One that slides over the warmth and butterflies of what she had imaged to be young love, sparking something within her that feels more like a memory.
The guilt never comes.
He follows her back to Earth.
It took a few guesses, but eventually he was able to isolate Krillin's daughter's energy signature. He waited until she was a safe distance away from the bustle of familiar ki's before appearing before her with Bulla in tow.
The blonde girl appeared shaken to see them, but before Goku was given the chance to apologize, Bulla had taken him by a fistful of his shirt. "You're not going anywhere," she had told him, and the coldness in her eyes had been enough to keep him rooted in place. "You're going to stand there and watch me marry him." There's a mean little smile on her face when she says, "Let's see how long you last."
His response had been automatic.
"Okay."
Ridding himself of any physical proof of their foolishness had been easy. A quick bath and change of clothes had taken care of that, and though his thoughts aren't as chaotic as they had been earlier, a lingering unease remains. It's been a long, long time since he's had to play pretend in front his family and friends like this.
Here on Earth, they are born again.
He hasn't seen his wife in months, and when she finds him he is laughing with his friends. Chi-Chi is radiant in her joy, and when she throws her arms around him, he does his best to ignore the anxiety slowly building inside of him.
Goku is overwhelmed by new emotions that slither through his consciousness like something alive, leaving him feeling overwhelmed and strange. There's guilt inside of him, but it's not for what he has done. It's because if given the chance, he'd do it over and over again. It's because as much as he loves his family, he does not possess the strength or the will to deny himself the nirvana he has found within his princess. He does not think he would be able to bear Bulla's permanent absence without losing his mind.
Soon Goten finds him, and his son is happier than he's ever seen him. He hates that as stands by his wife's side, smiling and congratulating his son, he can feel himself beginning to unravel. He can't look at the boy without remembering the way Bulla looked not even an hour ago, lipstick smeared across her lips and milky white breasts bouncing as she squirmed on his lap in pleasure.
He loves his son so much. He doesn't want to hurt him, but his darkness is vindictive. In his mind's eye he sees himself pummeling the poor boy into the ground.
Now Goku understands the reason Whis suggested that he distance himself from Earth. He's getting sicker by the minute, but he's no stranger to dealing with the less than pleasant qualities of his Saiyan nature.
With a deep calming breath he tells himself, this will go away- he will figure this out.
It's a beautiful day. The sun shines softly and the autumn weather is mild. On the pristine lawn, there are two horizontal rows of white benches facing a small stage. Winded along the outer sides of the benches and through the lattice arbor on the stage were flowers that smelled the same as the ones from Bulla's room. When Bulma wrangles everyone into their seats, he feels his heart begin to speed up. He feels the angel's gaze hot on his back, heavy and all knowing.
On the stage front and center, dressed in nice suits, Goten and Trunks are standing beside Master Roshi's older sister. To their sides stand Marron and Pan. The blonde is gripping the bouquet in her hands so tight the petals are trembling, and Goku does his best to ignore the scowl she is sending in his direction. The band plays a song that signals everyone to stand, and as the light melody starts, Chi-Chi grabs onto his arm and shifts to look behind her. She gasps and as he smells the beginnings of tears borne from her devastating happiness, a terrible sense of dread renders him frozen. With bated breath, the Saiyan turns in the direction his wife is looking.
She is a dream within a nightmare.
Goku watches on in horror as Vegeta and Bulma's daughter- the same young girl he defiled with his fingers, walks down the aisle. With his daughter's hand curled in the crook of his arm, Vegeta walks beside her regal and proud, looking every bit the part of the Saiyan Prince. As she passes by, Goku crinkles his nose and realizes the reason for his friend's pinched expression.
The princess smells terrible. The artificial fragrances she doused herself in may have served to conceal any traces of their prior actions or whereabouts, but Kami the odor was so pungent he could taste it. She is so close he can hear the beating of her heart, and when she passes by his mind goes blank.
Bulla walks right by him like he is nothing.
In his mind he hears something hiss- How dare she!, as a flame of irritation begins growing in his chest. The proceedings are led by Fortuneteller Babba, and with each passing minute he is forced to endure Bulla staring at his son with that demure little smile, a terrible pain begins to grow within him. Under his pained smile, he grits his teeth as an awful pain lances through his temples, steadily rising until he feels something inside of him split in two. The curious glance the Saiyan Prince sends him reminds him that he needs to keep it together.
Just as he is once again Son Goku- husband and father, protector of innocents, and someone kind and true, he reminds himself that here on Earth the pretty girl standing in front of his son is someone else as well. Here on Earth Bulla and him are strangers. The princess plays her part so perfectly he begins doubting the promise he pried from her with his fingers.
After this, you could do anything you wanted to me.
When Goten leans down to kiss the bride, he forces himself to look away.
The ceremony is over, and everyone follows the smell of food to the tables set up a slight distance away. Goku sits at a table with his family, and focuses on gorging himself on the platter of food set before him. The couple of the hour are seated right in front of him, and the few times Bulla does speak to him it is with such polite, casual indifference he could almost believe the vile things they had done together had only taken place in his imagination. Besides him, he feels Chi-Chi rest her hand against his forearm to get his attention. "I can't believe you stayed awake for the whole ceremony. During Gohan's wedding, you were snoring a minute into the vows," she says playfully, and when everyone around them erupts in laughter, he raises a hand to scratch at his head and sheepishly smiles for their benefit. The only one who doesn't laugh is Bulla. Her gaze remains fixed on him a minute longer after everyone's laughter fades away. The Saiyan ignores the thick ropes of dread coiled in his stomach, and once the princess' attention flitters back to Goten, he gives his wife a smile and resumes eating. With a utensil, someone clinks their glass. Speeches are made, and in the next minute after upbeat music begins to play from speakers strategically concealed in the trees, Goten and Bulla vacate their seats. Goku puts his chopsticks down and watches the couple dancing jovially on the makeshift dance floor. In his mind he sees Bulla as he had earlier that day, wearing that same dress with her breasts bouncing and her head thrown back in bliss.
He is blown away by how easily she fools everyone.
It is so strange to see her like this- all sweet kisses and coy smiles as she dances in his son's arms. After doing such a careful job ignoring him, Goku is caught off guard when he finds his princess watching him over his son's shoulder. At the same instant he finds himself caught in her lingering gaze, Vegeta reaches his limit for frivolous social interaction. The trance is broken when Vegeta suddenly stands and barks out for him to follow, and Goku lets out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
The gravity room begins to whir to life around them, and Goku smiles mischievously. The Prince of All Saiyan's was spoiling for a fight.
"Isn't it wild that when we first met, you were just another evil guy trying to find the dragon balls and kill me?", Goku asks, and because when it comes to riling up Vegeta, he knows exactly which buttons to push, adds, "Who would've imagined that one day we'd become family? Isn't that just great, Vegeta?"
Goku's on a roll- he can't help himself. "So since we're family now," he begins, ignoring his friend's rising ki as he scratches his chin and stares pensively up at the ceiling, "Does that mean I'm Saiyan royalty, now too?"
Vegeta's face contorts in disgust. "I wish I had killed you!", he snarls, gloved fists clenched tightly at his sides. Good. He wants Vegeta angry. Goku wants to leave this sparring match with bruised ribs and a blissfuly empty mind.
Should Vegeta ever discover the stolen moments he shared with his daughter, Goku knows how quickly his friend's words would become true, but he ignores those thoughts and grins instead. "Aww you don't mean that," Goku says as he assumes a fighting stance and begins to channel his ki. When he goes in for the kill, he is all easy smiles. "If you had killed me, you wouldn't be expecting your very first grandbaby right now, would you?"
Vegeta lunges towards him before the gravity room finishes calibrating.
By the time the lights flare red and the gravity slams down upon them Vegeta has already gotten a good hit in. Between blows, Vegeta snarls his many grievances.
Goku doesn't know what upsets Vegeta more- the fact that their kid's married each other, or that he's been training with Whis and getting stronger without him. And because Vegeta has always been more cautious when it came to Frieza, it would turn out he was also pretty livid that he hadn't just ended the frost demon's life or turned him into the galactic prison when he discovered he was purging planets again. For a while, Vegeta turns out to be a good distraction. When the blood is pounding in his ears and his adrenaline is pumping from dodging Vegeta's charged blows, Goku is able to forget the madness waiting for him outside these metal walls.
In the gravity room, there are no windows and hours slip by like minutes. They spar until their tension is eased, and by the time they step outside it is pitch black.
Everyone is still celebrating. Under the loud music, Goku can hear the sound of laughter, and when Vegeta flies up one of the domed towers overlooking the small gathering below, he follows.
It's hard to miss her.
As she dances with Goten, the princess shines so brightly it appears as though she is outlined by a small flame of ki. All too soon those ugly, intrusive thoughts begin worming their way back to the surface. From somewhere below a familiar burst of feminine laughter captures the Prince's attention, and the masculine one that follows seems to irk him.
Goku looks in the same direction as his friend, and when he notices that his son isn't the reason for the prince's annoyance, he becomes curious. "Hey, Vegeta," he says uncertainty. "Do you ever think about hurting Bulma?"
From the look of horror on Vegeta's face, Goku backpedals. "Eh- not like with punches and kicks," he nervously laughs. "I mean like-"
"Kakarot," Vegeta seethes dangerously, "If you ever so much as think about hurting my-"
"What? No!" Goku's eyes go wide as he waves his arms around, and then he playfully adds, "I wouldn't ever want to hurt your Bulma."
"Explain yourself."
Goku looks up towards the polluted night sky as he tries to gather his thoughts. "You know that weird feeling you get when you're fighting or the moon is full? It's like you're so angry and excited -it feels like there's something wild exploding inside of you?" Vegeta looks puzzled, but he nods anyway. Goku continues, "Well, do you ever feel like that whenever she does something that makes you upset? Maybe when she's talking to Yamcha like that, or saying something that really, really makes you mad?"
"Kakarot, surely, you jest ," Vegeta eventually says, and even though he has turned to look back down at where his wife is seated, but Goku knows the prince is still watching. "I'm offended you imagine that I would ever consider that weak imbecile a threat."
"Does that mean you've never felt like that before?", Goku asks with an edge of worry as he looks at the saiyan prince, "Like you want to hurt her when you're doing stuff like kissing just to remind her how strong you are?"
The strange look Vegeta is giving him makes him regret asking. Perhaps this had nothing to do with being saiyan at all. Maybe he was just sick.
"Not only are our wives humans, they are far too old and frail to survive such reckless whims," Vegeta says tersely, and when he spots Chi-Chi seated at a table with the namekian and her eldest son, he scoffs, "I'm sure by now you must have realized namekian's are asexual beings. If it is the nameki-"
"No!" Goku cuts him off, and when Vegeta raises his brows, Goku nervously chuckles, "I guess what I'm trying to ask, is this just another part of being a saiyan?"
Vegeta studies his rival for a moment before turning his pensive gaze to the group below them. His expression doesn't change- not even when he catches Yamcha's eyes linger on his woman's backside when she stands up from her seat and walks away. "As you know I was a child when Vegetsei was destroyed. From what I was taught, these aggressive sexual behaviors you describe are common amongst our kind, but these behaviors are most prevalent in adolescence." Vegeta looks at him oddly, and there is a mild exasperation in his tone when he says, "You're already well into your prime. Your relationship with your mate is already established- there are no other males vying for her attentions and she has birthed you sons. These behaviors should have already passed."
A burst of rambunctious laughter catches the prince's attention, and whatever words he had been about to say leave him in a strangled choking noise. Down below, Goten is swaying against Bulla with a big, goofy grin on his face and a handful of her bottom in each palm. To both of the older saiyan's horror, Bulla throws her head back and laughs.
Vegeta's upper lip curls in disdain. "I've had enough of this," he scoffs, and when he shoots off into the night sky, Goku is left wondering whether he meant Goten or the questions he believed Vegeta found odd.
With a heavy sigh, Goku slumps cross legged onto the concrete floor. The day had been as beautiful as it had been terrible, and he suspects that from here on out it would be difficult to pretend everything hadn't changed. Not only because of the way Bulla and he shared each other's bodies, but because in the moment they both acknowledged the pull they had for one another, neither had shied away from the ugliness and selfishness lain out before them. Another burst of laugher catches his attention, and when he looks to the small crowd below the lanterns, he sees Goten and Pan dancing as though the ground was moving beneath their feet. His wife and Bulma are sharing a bottle of something red as Gohan and Videl dance together. Most of the Z-Fighters are here- he can hear Krillin and Tien's voices coming from somewhere amongst the small crowd.
Here on Earth, these people are his home.
and as dear as they are to him, her pull on him is as strong as his will to fight. As she wed his son, the jealously inside of him had decided, if she let him, he would take every part of her she offered- only not on Earth.
Never on Earth. He doesn't think his heart would bare it.
Goku decides he's done his part. He did as Bulla asked and his soul is a bit heavier, for it. He's already got two fingers raised to his forehead and just as he focuses on the familiar divine ki , and as much as he doesn't want to hurt them, even the child growing inside of her and her marriage to his son does little to damper her appeal. Bulla appeals too strongly to his primal nature for him to turn away from what she is willing to offer.
Looks at all the people who would be devastated by what he has done it's kakarot that wants this
There is a dull ache in his temples. The thoughts bouncing around in his head are too loud, and just when he decides he's had enough, and he's honed in on the ki of a destroyer slumbering on the other side of the galaxy, he notices a blur of white and blue wandering away from her guests and into the shade of night. He remembers her voicing her lack of ki awareness, so when he looks towards the tower he is standing on A chill runs down his spine. if it wasn't for the complete darkness he swears she would have made direct eye conaxt with him. been sure she could see him.
Music His steps are silent as he approaches her, but the pounding in his ears is deafening. She's half outlined in darkness, but his vision is capable of seeing in the , standing beside a tall pot of bright flowers with her hands clenched at the opening of the too large coat hanging from her shoulders. The coat reeks so strongly of Goten, it's almost as though he is here with them. Bulla is facing away from him. Ahead of her, the crowd is illuminated by the soft white glow of the lanterns strung up overhead. Somehow, even with her lack of ki awareness, she senses him.
"Kakarot," she says teasingly as she turns around to face him.
I thought you left," she says, turning around to face him.
Ah there she is- his bulla
He tilts his head as he observes her "No, but I'm about to."
"I guess I'm officially another person caught in your orbit- just waiting around till the day you remember I exist," she says with a pained little smile as she tightens the coat thrown over her shoulders.
Goku grimaces. This speech sounds familiar. It sounds like the beginning of one he's heard a million times before, but the princess surprises him. There's a little edge of hysteria in her voice that makes him nervous.
"After that night," she starts with a shaky breath, "You left me when I needed you. I know, we don't owe each other anything, but fuck-"
"I had to leave, Bulla," he says defensively, "I had to put space between us. If I had stayed here on Earth- if I had caught the smallest hint of you - your scent or voice or whatever- Kami, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from chasing after you. I didn't trust myself" He's close enough that she can feel the warmth of his body. "I would've done something really, really stupid, and made a lot of people sad."
"How noble of you," she says, tone biting as she tightens the coat around her. "What about me, Goku? You hurt me? Don't I count?"
"Don't be silly, of course you count."
"Then why did you leave me?"
As she scowls up at him, he laugh in disbelief. Whenever Bulma would feel snubbed, she would act the exact same way, and suddenly Bullas is to little tantrum is almost endearing. If there weren't so many eyes around them, he'd hoist her up in his arms until she was laughing at her own silliness. He ruffles her carefully styled hair instead. "Bulla, I think you know how to get a hold of me." She takes a step back to evade his hand, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her towards him. The jest in his voice is gone.
"Hey, Bulla- did you mean what you said?"
Bulla cocks her head in question as she looks up him.
HHe swallows the nervous lump in his throat and leans close to whisper, "That thing you told me earlier." his hold on her wrist tightens and he's struggling to find the words. "Did you mean it when you said-"
The adoration shining in her eyes is dangerous. "Goku, since I was sixteen, I was ready to let you do whatever you wanted to me. I'd have let you have me however you wanted," she says with a breatless little laugh. With her free hand she pulls his hand away and places it on the swell of her stomach.
"After. Find me after."
Satisfied with her response, the darkness inside of him withdraws, and in that moment the tension he has been carrying for months slowly ebbs away.
When his grandma finds him, he's sitting at the smoker's table with Yamcha and Marron, nursing his umpteenth beer.
"Sweetheart," she coos, completely unfazed by the cloud of smoke she has walked into . She bends down to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Your granddaddy and I are going to head home-It's already much too late for this little old lady, and by now I'm sure my little kitties must miss us terribly. Give your sister my best wishes, won't you? I already said my farewells to her handsome new husband."
Trunks doesn't think he will ever get used to referring to Goten as his sisters husband- Hell, hes still trying to wrap his head around how in less than six months this train wreck of a situation happened. Trunks lifts his chin to see his grandmother's smiling face hovering above him. She's 100 going on 50. "Sure, I'll let her know," he says loudly, turning his attention to the very small crowd of guests around them. "But I could've sworn I just saw her passing by.."
Grandma Bunny always seems to forget how good his hearing is. When she speaks over the music, he flinches and from across the table he hears Marron snicker. "Your sister looks a little occupied, my dear. It doesn't seem right to bother her right now,"
Curiously, he scans the area around them. On the dance floor he spots his sister's new husband. The bottle of whiskey dangling loosely between his fingers is nearly empty and laughing like a fool as he grabs onto his little niece for balance. Ever since Bulla's little pregnancy reveal blow-out, Goten's been living the dry life. For some reason, today his sister urged the youngest Son to let loose and celebrate for the both of them, and from the looks of it, Goten hadn't taken her request lightly. All the old timers are still here, laughing and reminiscing as they polish bottle after bottle of their favorite alcohol.
He raises the bottle to his lips, and just as she takes a drink, he spots his sister. To Marron's amusement, he ends up spraying both the tablecloth and his poor grandmother in beer when he chokes in surprise.
Unfazed, Grandma Bunny grabs an unused cloth napkin from the table and dabs her dress. "It would appear that Son Goku has a soft spot for princesses," she laughs softly before walking away.
Marron's laughter dies in her throat, and under the loud music coming from the towering speakers beside them, he can hear the sharp increase in the blonde girl's heart rate. "For fuck's sake!" She curses, before putting out her half-finished cigarette on the tabletop and stomping off in his sister's direction.
Trunks observes the scene unfolding at the fringes of the area set up for the wedding reception. The lantern's don't reach the area where she is standing, but enough light does so that Bulla is only partially concealed in darkness. He blinks slowly, trying to make sense of what he is seeing. From where he sits, it appears as though Bulla is mad at Goku for something, which he finds a little odd, because what could Goku possibly do to piss his sister off? Goku's been off the planet for months.
Whatever she told the older Saiyan has him laughing. Trunks nearly chuckles when he sees Goku ruffle his sister's hair, and just when he thinks thats the end of that, Goku grabs Bulla's wrist. Suddenly, the situation playing out between the older saiyan and his sister doesn't look so innocent. Goku is whispering something in her ear and when he pulls away, the words they exchange appear heated.
"I don't know what it is about the Briefs women that these saiyans just can't seem to get enough of. It's gotta be the blue hair," Yamcha laughs from beside him. The man's nearly as drunk as Goten.
"What?" Trunks asks, half listening as he keeps his attention on the heated exchange happening between Goku and his sister.
"I mean, Bulma and your dad for one," Yamcha slurs, with a dry chuckle, and then with his tips the neck of his beer towards Goten. "Then of course, there's the couple of the hour, and what a cute pair they make. I bet your dad's just fucking thrilled Goku Jr. is giving it to his baby girl." Before he clanks his empty bottle on the table, he points it towards where his sister. "But before all that, this is where it all started."
"Goku and my sister?" Trunks asks with an arched brow. He brings his neglected cigarette to his lips and curses when a clump of ash crumbles onto his slacks.
Yamcha takes a final drag off his own smoke before dropping it into an empty bottle. "Haha! You're a riot man!" Yamcha laughs, reaching for another bottle of beer from the iced bucket on the middle of the table. "No- Goku and Bulma. Don't get me wrong, kid, Gokus great. The fucking best- he's saved our asses so many times , but Ever since his balls dropped, the guys always had eyes for your mom, and I think your dad fucking knew it. You saiyan's are like fucking animals sometimes, I swear!" Yamcha laughs. He takes a swig from the bottle then slouches foward in his seat watching the weird scene with laughter dancing in his eyes. "For Vegeta- in the beginning, I think that was the whole appeal. He knew Goku had this little crush on your mom, and I mean who could blame him- look at your mom, she's a total babe. And of course Vegeta being Vegeta, had to get one up on Goku, and suddenly you were born."
Suddenly, Trunks doesn't like the way Goku is looking at his sister. It's almost predatory. But because it's Goku, he ignores his overactive imagination and scoffs in disbelief at what Yamcha is telling him. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Enough that I can't shut my fucking mouth," Yamcha continues, popping the cap off his bottle with a flick of his thumb. "Think what you want, but when you're standing on the sideline and no one thinks you're watching, you see things."
Like this, Trunks thinks.
His sister's staring at Goku like he's the reason the sky is fucking blue, and all of a sudden Trunks finds himself on his feet. In the second it takes him to reach them, Goku is already pulling his hand away from his sister's stomach. The older Saiyan steps foward and with a heavy handed pat to his back, nearly sends Trunks stumbling to the ground.
"Hiya, Trunks!" The older saiyan is all bright smiles, and Trunks lets out a shaky brushes off Yamaha's words as the drunken ramblings of spurned ex, and reason's that after having a little too much to drink, the play of shadows had simply cast Bulla and Goku's interaction in a more spirited light.
Mentally, he scoffs at himself for being so ridiculous. This was Goku after all.
Marron finally reaches them, panting lightly as she throws an arm across his sister. "I've been looking for you everywhere," the blonde laughs dragging his sister away.
Trunks thinks imagined pained look his sister gave Goku