Okie dokie! I hope you people are enjoying the fic so far! And if
you aren't, then why are you still here? Just a thought.... Here's
the next chap, and no, there's not any lemon...yet...BIG emphasis on the word
YET. But don't worry, I'll make a chap that has a lemon and one that
doesn't, just for you guys that aren't big lemon fans. Okie Dokie, I won't
make you wait any longer....On with the fic!
Disclaimer: damnit leave me alone!
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Heroes
Chapter 3: How you remind me
pairings: some Goku/Bulma
Warnings: A mild bit of citrus, just to warn ya, and not really ChiChi
bashing, she just isn't very nice, that's all. ;)
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~*Never made it as a wise man*~
Goku flew in the direction of his modest home in the woods, carrying an
exhausted Bulma in his arms. The night air was chilly to say the least,
and having just gotten out of the water, Bulma was shivering uncontrolably.
Goku pulled her closer to him, trying his best to keep her warm on the short
flight.
"We're almost the Bulma, sorry I had to do this, but I don't need ChiChi any
madder than she's already gonna be." He said as he looked down at her
small form in his arms. ChiChi wasn't going to be happy with him at all,
and he wasn't quite sure how she would react when he told her he was going to be
STAYING with Bulma.
"If this is going to be a big problem Goku, I can just go home, HE probably
won't come back." She said, trying to sound brave, but the look that
played on her face stated otherwise.
"Hmm...lemme think about it...um...NO!" Goku said, the small smile
that crossed Bulma's face not escaping him. He pulled her even closer, and
earned a contented sigh in return. "Ok, we're here, whatever you do, don't
mention the whole swimming thing, ok?" He basically pleaded to her.
"Come on Goku, what do you take me for? A complete idiot? I
don't wanna hear her bitch anymore than you do." Bulma replied, rather
sharply.
~*I couldn't cut it as
A poor man stealing*~
They landed silently, and Bulma stood by the window as Goku walked through
the front door, prepared for the worse. ChiChi was sitting at the kitchen
table, with her back to him. She didn't turn around when he entered, and
when she spoke, it was in a low, angry tone.
"Well Goku, so good to see you." She spat, glancing up only slightly
when he seated himself at the table. "Tell me, was everything quite
alright with BULMA?" She asked vehemently.
Goku winced visibly at the hatred in her words, but still he remained
silent. He spoke only when he realized that she was through and was
awaiting his reply. "Honey, Vegeta beat her up pretty badly, I'm gonna go
stay at Capsule Corp with her for a few days, ok? Just until We can make
other arrangements, ok?" He waited in silent anticipation of the words
that were to come, and come they did.
"That's kind of what I figured you would say, It's always BULMA this and
BULMA that, so what if Vegeta beat her up, that's none of our concern, maybe if
she would learn to stay away from other people's husbands, then he wouldn't have
done it!" ChiChi screamed to him before turning around and grabbing a
suitcase off of the floor. "Leave Goku, go run to that precious whore of yours!
Go see if she can keep you warm at night! And when you find out that she
can't, come home, and I'll show you what a REAL Woman can do." She gave
him an icy glare before turning to walk away, before she could blink, she found
herself plastered between a wall, and a very unhappy Saiyan.
~*Tired of living like a blind man*~
"ChiChi, you know I'm not a violent man, and God knows I would never hurt
you,
But if you ever EVER call her a whore again, I'll make sure you regret it,
somehow, someway. She's been through way too much shit for you to even
begin to comprehend. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere to be."
Goku stated before he walked off. leaving behind all of his belongings.
"Don't forget your suitcase, dear." ChiChi mumbled from behind him.
"Keep it, there's nothing there that I need, especailly not from you."
He spat back at her before walking out the door to meet Bulma. "I'm so so
very sorry she said those things Bulma. ChiChi's a very strange woman, and
a very mean one at that." Goku said as he reached up to brush a tear from
her cheek. "No more tears Bulma, especially not over her." He said
as he sent a quick glance over his shoulder to the dark haired woman that glared
at him from the kitchen window.
He lifted her into his arms again, and started to take off, before he
noticed that what had once been her shaking had now become violent tremors.
He sat her back on her feet, and with a look of determination on his face, he
set off towards the door again. Upon seeing this, ChiChi was about to jump
into his arms when he put up a hand to stop her. "ChiChi, I was wrong,
there's one thing here that I need. He reached behind her, and she closed
her eyes, expecting a kiss or embrace. She sat ther for a moment before
she opened her eyes and realized that Goku was gone, and so was the blanket that
was normally draped on the back of the couch. She stalked to the window
angrily just in time to see Goku wrap the blanket around Bulma and take her into
his arms once more.
~*I'm sick of sight without
A sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me*~
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The ride to Capsule Corp was mercifully short for Bulma, even with the
blanket, the night air was still chilly, and she was still shivering when Goku
touched down on her balcony. He shifted her weight in his arms before
opening the door and stepping inside. The warm air rushed to meet them,
and Bulma let out a small whimper of protest when Goku put her down.
"Bulma, why don't you go change into something to sleep in while I get rid
of this bed for ya, ok? Do you have a capsule bed around here anywhere?"
He asked her sweetly.
"UM, yeah, I think there's one in the closet somewhere, I'm gonna go change
now. You sure you don't mind?" She asked him, relieved when she saw
him smile.
"Did I tell you that I didn't mind?" Goku asked her. She nodded
in reply. "Then chances are that I don't mind. Now, shoo!" He
swatted her out gently, before turning back to the task before him. "Ok,
let's get this thing outta here, shall we?" He murmered to himself before
lifting the mattress off its frame and tossing it through the balcony doors.
The box springs followed, as did the frame. He dug around in the closet
before finding what he had been searching for, a small capsule no bigger than
his pinky. He pressed the button on the top, and threw it, a great puff of
smoke appeared, and when it dissipated, there sat Bulma's new bed, it wasn't as
nice as the bed she had gotten rid of, but it was free of anything Vegeta-like,
and that alone was what mattered.
~*This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am*~
Bulma walked in at about that time, dressed in a tight tanktop and a pair of
boxers. She walked over to the bed and smiled. Leaning up slightly,
she kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you so much Goku, I don't know what
I'd do without you." She replied sleepily as she crawled under the covers.
"Umm, Goku, Um, Would you mind sleeping with me?" She asked sheepishly,
unable to maintain eye contact.
"Sure Bulma, as long as you don't mind." HE told her, his mind however
was saying something completely different, *Goku! Have you lost your
ever loving mind? You're married for christsakes! Actually I'm
seperated, and I'm just sleeping, nothing else.*he argues with himself. He
pulled off his orange shirt and pants, leaving him only in his blue shirt and a
pair of boxers. He climbed in bed next to her, enjoying the warmth that
her body put off as she snuggled closer to him.
"Goku?" She asked him sleepily.
"Yeah?" He replied, suddenly finding it impossible to take his eyes
off of the woman nest to him.
"When was the last time you made love?" She asked him boldly.
She had to stifle a yawn as she waited for his reply.
"You know when Gohan was born? That was the last time. Me and my
hand have become very VERY good friends." He let out a small chuckle
before snaking an arm around her waist and drawing her back into his muscular
chest.
~*It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story*~
"That long ago? No way! Why didn't you ever tell me?" She
asked him suddenly as if sex were a typical topic of conversation between the
two.
"Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't figure you'd care. You seemed
so happy, why should I have brought you down with my problems?" He
replied, leaning in a bit to smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. "Um,
don't take this the wrong way, but you smell REALLY REALLY good right now, and
um, yeah, REALLY good." HE leaned in to get a bigger whiff, but somethng
else caught his attention, there was a hand playing with blue fabric of his
shirt.
Bulma tugged insistently at the fabric, trying desperately to get as close
to him as possible. He sat up a bit and pulled the shirt over his head,
earning a slight gasp from Bulma. His stomach looked as if it had been
chiseled from rock it was so perfect. She ran a hand across it before
catching herself.
Goku closed his eyes at the contact between the two, but he forced himself
to regain control. "B..Bulma, please, as much as I want you right now, and
God knows I do...I can't..not with everything that you've been through. It
just wouldn't be right." He told her softly as he kissed her forehead,
enjoying the sweet taste of her skin.
~*This time I'm mistaken
For handing you
A heart worth breaking*~
"Goku, I'm ok, really." She insisted, but Goku stood firm, in more
ways than one. He pulled her closer to him, and held her as she drifted
off to a sweet, merciful sleep. Goku kissed her once more before
succombing to his own exhaustion, but his sleep wasn't without dreams, and the
dreams had a whole lot to do with the blue haired beauty lying in bed next to
him.
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Morning came all too soon for Bulma. She hadn't slept as well as she
had last night in forever, and she didn't look forward to having to get up to
face the real world. She rolled out of bed, and walked toward her closet
when something made her stop to think. Yamcha had never stayed holding her
all night, and lord knows Vegeta never had, but Goku, Goku had, He had
held her throughout the night, and even more shocking was the fact that he was
actually still THERE in the morning.
~*These five words in my head
Scream
Are we having fun yet?*~
SHe shook her head sadly a bit before turning back to her closet. She
picked out a pair of hip hugger blue jeans and a black tank top. She
decided to skip her morning shower, after all, Goku's scent was one that she
rather liked. She slipped on her clothes and nearly jumped out of her skin
when she heard a long whistle from behind her. She turned around to see
Goku, still in bed, propped up on his elbows, staring at her. But for some
reason, she didn't try to hide, she just went about her normal routine.
"What? Like what you see?" She smiled teasingly at him before
pulling on her shoes. "I'm headed downstairs for some breakfast, care to
join me?" The words had barely escaped her mouth before Goku had scooped
her up and was headed down the steps with her. "EEk! Goku! Put
me down!" She squealed in his ear, and he almost dropeed her, but he
readjusted his grip, and sat her down softly at her seat at the table, before
sitting quickly down in his, a knife in one hand and a fork in the other.
~*It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and
I swear I still do*~
Bulma's mother chirped happily about some kind of flower or another as she
served them breakfast, keeping Goku's plate piled high with food. She
didn't seem to notice that Bulma barely ate any of her food, but Goku did.
"Bulma?" He questioned her softly. "You need to eat honey, you're
too skinny as it is, please." He gave her a pouty face that even ChiChi
couldn't have refused.
"Ok, sorry Goku." She replied, she still didn't eat much, but at least
it was something.
After breakfast was finished, and all the dishes had been cleared away,
Bulma and Goku decided to take a walk, and Bulma finally decided to recount the
horrors that had become her life for the past three months. She told Goku
of being locked up in the closet, and of being fed once every few days.
She looked away from Goku as she told him of the things Vegeta had done to her,
and he held her tightly as she cried. It was then that Goku saw what he
hadn't been able to see before. HE loved Bulma, as simple as that.
He loved his best friend. Not just her body, but her, every bit of her,
and that alone made him want to kill Vegeta.
~*And it must have been so bad
'Cause living with him must have
Damn near killed you*~
Bulma felt Goku's body tense against her, and she looked up to find him
staring off into space, his eyes flashing between a greenish teal and a deep
ebony. She started to try to scrambled away, but he pulled her closer
against him. He lowered his head, and calmed his ki. When he looked
back at her, he was the same old Goku, but his eyes were different somehow,
calmer perhaps.
"Bulma, you know I would never hurt you, right?" He asked her softly,
pulling her into his lap.
She muttered a yes in reply, which was cut off abruptly by Goku's lips
pressing hungrily against her own.
"And you do know that all you have to say is stop, right? And I will."
He asked her solemnly. When he recieved her winded yes in response, he
picked her up and flew in the direction of capsule corps. He touched down
on the balcony, and carried her inside.
He laid her down on the bed softly, and kissed her. He ran his tongue
around the inside of her mouth, enjoying the moan of approval she gave him...
~*And this is how you remind me
Of what I really am*~
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Woohoo! That was evil, wasn't it? Hehe, I hope so. I hope
you guys enjoy this chap, r/r and let me know what you think ! Till next
time buh bye!
