Author's Note: This fic is actually long overdue. I made this for the Goku x Bulla weekend which supposedly happened a month ago. One of our chosen themes was TABOO, and this is my entry for said theme. Anyway, I know there will always be criticisms and all, but please, no bashing, berating or judging. I always get some of those every time I write Goku x Bulla fics, and I'm getting tired of always reminding people to avoid reading if they know and feel that my fic will offend them in any way. Have mercy on me LOL XD. Writing is one of my outlets when stressed, and I do not intend to offend anyone with my writings. If ever I did, I'm sorry. Please understand that it wasn't intentional.
Another thing, you might notice that Goku's thoughts in this fic are conflicting. To clear things up, THEY REALLY ARE. Goku is a cheater here, and when men cheat, they usually have conflicting thoughts, and they usually cannot decide as to whom they will choose between the wife and the mistress. Of course, the right choice is always the wife, but like I have said, cheaters are ALWAYS confused, and as much as possible, they do not want to choose, because while they are confused, they're also selfish.
Just to be clear, this part is written in Goku's POV.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DB AND ITS CHARACTERS.
"YOU shouldn't be here…"
I smirked as I placed both of my hands on her shoulder. She looked at me from the mirror and spoke once more.
"You know that Goku.."
"Yes." I replied as I ran my hands through her silky blue hair. "I know…" I continued as I began to caress her smooth neck. I felt her giving into my touch as she leaned against my hand. "I know Bulla…"
She stood up and faced me before she wrapped her slender arms around my neck. "Then why are you here?" She whispered in a seductive voice.
"Do I need to answer that?" I asked in a husky voice as I began to run my hands up and down her back, feeling the silky material of her nightgown against my skin.
She didn't answer as she inched closer to me, her arms still wrapped around my neck. I could smell her sweet scent as she started grinding against me. I groaned as I felt myself reacting to her, my member slowly coming to life.
"You don't need to…" she answered in a hushed tone. "Now come on, lover boy. Let's enjoy the night while it lasts…" she finished as she started planting kisses on my still clothed chest.
I was more than happy to oblige as I suddenly scooped her up in my arms, startling her and making her gasp before she let out a soft giggle. We disappeared from her room only to reappear in another, making Bulla gasp when she recognized where we were.
"Goku! Why here? Your wife..-"
"Is not here…" I cut her off mid sentence. When she didn't say anything, I continued, "Chichi isn't here. She's spending the night at her father's, and Gohan's at the Lookout, so I guess I have the whole house to myself…"
Bulla didn't answer as I placed her down on the bed, the same bed I shared with Chichi, my wife of almost 10 years. She smiled at me, her features full of excitement and anticipation as my huge frame loomed over her petite one.
And just like that, we allowed ourselves once more to give in to our desires.
"G-GOKUUU… Gokuuuu…." Her moans filled the room as I thrust deeper into her. Her fingernails dug into my back and I captured her swollen lips for another heated kiss which she gladly received. My member twitched rapidly inside her folds as I shuddered to completion on top of her, and she moaned against my mouth when she reached her own release. I remained on top of her for a few minutes before I rolled slowly beside her and she snuggled against me, a slender arm wrapping around my midsection.
I glanced at the blue haired goddess on my side as I remembered when I first allowed myself to succumb to her charms. She came from another timeline just like Trunks and introduced herself as Bulma and Vegeta's daughter from the future, but unlike Trunks, Bulla had no important business to settle or whatsoever why she came here.
She came here because Bulma and Vegeta's future selves caught her smoking weed at some party she attended and decided that she needed some disciplinary actions. Since she wanted to get away from them for a while, she sneaked into her mother's laboratory one night and stole the time machine, which explains why she is also here with us.
After introducing herself and explaining to us the reason why she is here, Vegeta decided to make her train as well since we would be fighting against Cell in a few days. Of course, Bulla was upset, for Future Vegeta wanting her to train was the main reason why she left her timeline. She tried to get away, only for her to ironically end up in the very same fate she wanted so much to escape.
Being the spoiled brat that she is, Bulla threw a fit and refused, saying that she doesn't care what happens and that she's not even going to fight Cell, since she doesn't originally belong in this timeline, however Vegeta was more stubborn. He reiterated once more that no children of his should act like a weakling, and that he wouldn't tolerate it since they are Saiyan elites. Before things escalated further, I decided to step up and offered Bulla to train with me and Gohan inside the Time Chamber, much to Vegeta's dismay. After a few minutes of thinking, Bulla reluctantly agreed.
Little did I know that inviting her meant trouble.
For she is, after all, a princess, thus she acted like one.
Of course, what the princess wants, the princess will surely get.
The moment I allowed myself to succumb to her deadly charms, I already knew that there's nothing I can do to prevent the inevitable. An affair with this blue haired princess is bound to start, and this is something that we both cannot forget. In fact, I doubt if we will ever forget about this, even if we both died.
I managed to help Bulla increase her powers and she was at least able to achieve Full Power Super Saiyan just like myself, so you could say our training did pay off. However it's not only our strengths which increased, but also our attachment. Not only did I master my powers, but I also managed to form a bond with the Saiyan Princess, whether I like it or not.
I didn't even realize that this was possible though. As far as I know, I love Chichi, and I treasured the family I have built with her, but Bulla is something else. As much as I want to just try to forget everything that's happened between us, I just couldn't. She had the power to draw me closer and closer to her, and even if I am considered the strongest man in the world, I am totally powerless to stop my princess from claiming what she thinks is hers. However, I am also aware that all of what's been happening is wrong, and that I would have to eventually choose between my princess and my wife. And of course, like others who had already been in my situation before, I know who the right choice is. In fact, Bulla shouldn't even be considered an option. Chichi is my wife, the mother of my son, and she sacrificed a lot for me and for our family. She would surely be devastated when she learns about what's been going on lately, but I know that she will still find it in her heart to forgive me for what I have done should things go rough and everything becomes known to everyone.
Guilt started gnawing at me when I thought of Chichi in her father's castle. It wasn't exactly her decision to spend the night with him, for I was the one who convinced her to do it, telling her she needed some break from thinking about us and our fight with Cell. The truth is, I told her to spend the night with her father so me and my princess could have some time alone before we all walked to our doom. Two days from now, the Cell Games will commence, and none of us are even sure what would happen during the games.
None of us knew if we would all walk out of Cell's tournament alive.
None of us knew if we would even live to tell the tale of how we defeated Cell.
"GOKU…" Bulla's voice interrupted me from my thoughts.
"Hmm?" I replied as I looked at her.
"I love you…"
Her words shocked me, and for a while I didn't know what to do. Should I tell her that I feel the same so as not to make her feel bad even if I'm not really sure of my feelings for her? Yeah, right. Though she had the power to hold me closer to her, I wasn't really sure if it's because of love that I couldn't stop her despite my immense power and strength. We only met a few weeks ago, maybe a month or two, and yes, I easily fell for her, but was it really love?
I don't want to lose her, but… Am I ready to give up everything for her?
The truth is, I don't know.
Yes, she is my princess, but she is not my wife.
"After the Cell Games, we'll be free…" she spoke once more. "I'm never returning back to my timeline, and we'll go far, far away. We'll be together forever…" she continued as she snuggled against me, her unruly blue hair splayed all over my chest.
I chose not to answer, instead I pulled her to me and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. She immediately responded, wrapping her slender arms around my neck and pulling me to her as her tongue wrestled against mine. I felt myself coming to life once more as my hands travelled down her body, tracing her curves. Her body melded perfectly against mine, it's almost as if we were really made for each other.
"Let's forget about the Cell Games first…" I rasped out as I planted wet kisses along her neck. "Tonight, it's just you and me, Princess.. Just you and me… and nothing else…"
"Y-Yes… G-Gokuu..." her breath hitched with every thrust I made. "J-Just you.. and me..." she moaned as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I lost count how many times we let ourselves drown in a sea of sin that night, but pleasure overpowered guilt, and desire overpowered reason. We know what we're doing is wrong, but right now, we're both powerless to stop it.
The world is about to end and here I am, the so-called savior of the Earth, lying on the very bed I shared with my wife with a woman who is definitely not her, and truth be told, I hate myself for this.
I hate myself for not wanting to choose between my wife and my princess.
I hate myself for having thoughts that a life with Bulla is so much better than a life with Chichi, when Bulla isn't the woman I married, but someone whom I just met and have known for such a short time.
I hate myself for hesitating to do the best course of action for this situation even if I clearly know what it is.
I hate myself for being a slave to everything that Bulla could give and offer me.
I hate myself for putting aside my guilt in favor of my own earthly pleasures.
If only there's a way to atone for what I've been doing...
If only there's a way where I could redeem myself, whatever that is, I won't hesitate to do it.
Even if it kills me.