Hey guys! Guess what? I've got a LOVELY lemon in this chap! Juppers, that I do! And wanna know what else?! It's MARKED! Know what that means? Welll... It means if you don't WANNA read it.. you don't HAVE to read it! Kool, huh? Ok ok, I'll admit.. most of you probably knew that.. but I just had to add it for those of you who don't.

My plug for this chap is for MistyDea, one of my best friends in the world. Without this girl, I seriously doubt if I'd even still be writing. If you've got a few minutes, go check out "Chance Encounters" and "(insert French name here) Renewed Love" Both are absolutely worth the read, and, though she doesn't know it yet, she's probably gonna be the one to post this chap. :)

Ah yes.. to Xasshaaz sweety.. believe ME.. I've been a G/B fan for a VERY long time... so devoted, in fact, to being one.. I lost my ffn account over it. MY AIM name is GokusBabyGirl, and I've been between this, and Gokus-Princess.. BUT I was Vegetas-Princess for over a year and a half... almost two, in fact. See now why I've decided to stick with this one? Not only do I love the name, and it adds humor to the whole Vegetas-Princess loves G/B thing.. But well, you have to look at it this way.. I never ONCE said I didn't like V/B ficcies too.. matter of fact.... I write em. :) Thanks for the input! I have to say, you said more than most did. :-D

Okay, I'm sorry in advance for the REALLY long A/N but, it was something I needed to say...

I'd like to address a flame I got in the last chap.. See, I have this REALLY bad habit of dissecting people that flame me, so you *points to "pissed of vegeta fan* (and yes, it was written like that) are no exception.. The flame went a little something like this:

pissed of vegeta fan () Date: 2002-03-29 Ch: 1 Anonymous
This fic is crap.if your name is vegetas princess then why the fuck do you have fucking goku/bulma fics?your messed in the head.vegeta might be evil but he would not do such a horrible thing to bulma.i hope you DIE DIE DIE!!!!!!!

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To start things off.. a simple question, from me to you. Is it required when you become a flamer that you have no higher than a kindergarten education? If so, then that explains it. It's either that, or you're a little 12 year old kid who had no business reading a NC17 fic in the first place. Do your PARENTS know you're on the net surfing for Cartoon Porn? *smirk*

It's just a shame you didn't stick around to read the rest of the fic.. you might've liked it. Though, I kinda doubt you even read the first chap.. but let's just say you did, kk? My name is Vegetas-Princess for many reasons. One, I write V/B fics. Two, I WAS Gokus-Princess.. but I like Vegetas better. And three.. BECAUSE I CAN!

I have Goku/Bulma fics because I choose to exercise my right to freedom of speech, unlike SOME people. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the V/B pairing. Just like there's absolutely nothing wrong with G/B. It's just something I choose to do.. whether you like it or not. What confuses me is, why in Kami's name would you read a G/B in the FIRST place? Especially one that tells you NOT to if you mind seeing an abusive Vegeta? Sounds like someone's being a hypocrite again. Tsk tsk tsk.

I AM messed in the head, thank you very much! And I wouldn't have it any other way!

Soo, lemme see if I've got this straight.. Vegeta's evil.. he can run around blowing up everything he touches, but he can't follow the typical stereotype of "You grow up in an abusive home, you become abusive"? How exactly do YOU know Vegeta wouldn't do such a thing? You DON'T! No one knows, and wanna know the real kicker? No one cares! It's FAN FICTION! Should I break that down for you?

fan (fn) n. An ardent devotee; an enthusiast. [Short for fanatic.]

fic·tion (fkshn) n.

a) An imaginative creation or a pretense that does not represent actuality but has been invented.

b) The act of inventing such a creation or pretense.

c) A literary work whose content is produced by the imagination and is not necessarily based on fact.

d) The category of literature comprising works of this kind, including novels and short stories.

In other words, fanfiction is: A story created by someone devoted to something, whether it be true or not. Not necessarily based on fact, and not necessarily to everyone's liking.

Did I miss anything? Oh yes! The whole "I hope you DIE DIE DIE!!!" thing... Well, tell me, how exactly would you feel if this post wasn't a chapter, but a post by my husband, or a friend of mine, saying I HAD died? Would that make you feel all big and important? Or would it make you feel like shit? That's exactly what I thought.

In closing, dear flamer, let me point one thing out to you. Never say something you might regret, because words can never be taken back. Or, if all else fails, do as my mother always says...

"Tell it to someone who gives a fuck."

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Ok, now that I've gotten that off of my chest.. Who's up for a new chap?

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Heroes

Chapter 9: Insatiable *covers her ears to block Misty's screams out*

Rating: NC17

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~*When moonlight crawls along the street*~

Morning came much too early for the two lovers, who, at that moment, were still sprawled out atop what USED to be a sturdy oak table. Goku, who'd been awake for hours, leaned over and kissed his new mate's forehead gently.

"She looks so peaceful when she's sleeping..." He told himself, before placing his large hands on her delicate back She mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, before snuggling closer into his chest, as if she'd belonged there all along.

~*Chasing away the summer heat*~

And in Goku's point of view, she had.

As the wee hours of the morning whittled away, Goku decided that now would be a good time to make the move to Bulma's... THEIR room. No matter how comfortable he was, just lying there, it was nowhere NEAR comfortable enough to let her parents walk in. He chuckled lightly at what they might have seen, however.

~*Footsteps outside somewhere below*~

Bulma rested atop Goku's chest. And he too rested.. still within her. His arms where wrapped gently around her lower back, hers lying draped over his shoulders.

In one swift movement, he lifted himself to his feet, and her into his arms. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he climbed the stairs leading to the bedroom, stopping only once when he thought he'd heard a door slam.

~*The world revolves I let it go*~

After a moment though, he was satisfied no one else was awake, so he continued his journey. He entered the room slowly, closing the door behind him with a slight nudge of his hip.

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~*We build our church above this street*~

Yamcha, who had gotten up to use the restroom, opened the door just in time to see one of his best friends, completely naked, carrying his ex-girlfriend, also completely naked, into their bedroom.

He shook his head quietly. And walked back to his room. After the reminder of what he'd walked into last night, combined with the LOVELY visuals he'd received moments ago, Yamcha decided that sleep was no longer an option. He threw on his training gi, and after giving himself a once over in the mirror, decided he was as presentable as he was getting.

~*We practice love between these sheets*~

He ran down the steps, and into the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks.

To put it mildly, there was no longer a kitchen table.

~*The candy sweetness scent of you*~

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A little over an hour later, everyone was gathered around the dining room table, calmly eating breakfast, when Yamcha decided to bring up the table situation, delicately, mind you.

~*It bathes my skin I'm stained by you*~

"So, Bulma, I don't suppose you know what happened to the table, do you?" He asked, never once looking up from his pancakes.

Bulma blushed a bright red color, as did Goku. "No... w.. why do you ask?" She stammered.

~*And all I have to do is hold you*~

"Oh, just wondering you know.. You two come upstairs wearing nothing but a smile.. kitchen table's demolished.. That sort of thing. Can you pass the syrup?"

"I.. um.. uh.."

~*There's a racing in my heart*~

"Bulma?" Yamcha asked calmly, having still never looked up from his plate, lest he lose his straight face.

"Yeah?"

"The syrup?"

~*I am barely touching you*~

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After breakfast, Bulma ran upstairs quickly to change. She put on a pair of blue spandex shorts, and a matching sports bra. After examining herself in the mirror for a moment, she gave a sly little smile, and ran back down, cheerful and rested, despite the last night's "activities".

~*Turn the lights down low*~

Goku glanced at her scantly clad form, and nearly took her yet again. "Get a grip here Goku. Training, remember? Devil wife from hell? Wants to kill Bulma?" He mentally berated himself, before forcing himself to look away from her.

Yamcha, on the other hand, wasn't fairing nearly as well. After all, when all was said and done, Goku would get to go to bed with Bulma.. Yamcha wouldn't. Nor had he been able to in quite a long time. Nearly a year, in fact. Ever since she'd started sleeping with the almighty Saiyan Prince.

~*Take it off*~

"Yamcha? Earth to Yamcha, come in Yamcha!" Bulma exclaimed as she waved a hand in front of the desert bandit's face.

"Huh? Sorry.. I was zoning there for a minute. What'd I miss?" He asked as he shook his head, trying as hard as possible to clear the mental images he'd been seeing.

~*Let me show*~

"I said 'I think the first thing to do is learn ki. Then we can get into flying, Wouldn't you agree, Yamcha?' And that's just about where we are now." Goku replied, cheerfully.

"Yeah, flying. Flying is good."

"Flying puts me in the sky... Sky is away from Bulma.. have to concentrate on other things... Yep, flying's definitely good." He added in his mind.

~*My love for you*~

Goku and Yamcha took their places beside the tiny woman.

"Ok, first thing you have to do, is absolutely nothing." Goku remarked slowly.

"Bulma stared at him for a moment, as if he'd lost his mind, before finally shrugging her shoulders, and going back to listening.

~*Insatiable*~

"I know, sounds crazy. Just trust me, though. You can't force a ki ball out.. it just has to come on it's own. Use your brain, not your strength, in other words." Yamcha told her, before both he and Goku gathered a small ball of ki in their hands.

Bulma looked at the glowing balls of energy for a moment, before finally deciding that there was no time like the present.

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~*Turn me on*~

Three and a half hours later, Bulma held a tiny ki ball in her hand as well. She lasted like that for only a moment, before falling promptly to the ground, in a dead faint.

The two warriors were instantly by her side, glancing swiftly over her body, checking for any possible injuries. Satisfied there were none, Goku lifted her gently into his arms, and headed for the lawn chair close to the pool.

~*Never stop*~

"Bulma? Are you ok?" He asked softly.

Her eyes fluttered open a bit, and then finally opened, revealing the deep blue irises within. "Goku?" She questioned, her voice hoarse.

"Yeah, I'm here. What say we call it a day, huh? I pushed you a little too hard today.." He trailed off, his voice low.

~*Wanna taste every drop*~

"NO! Damn it, Goku, I'm not a little girl anymore!" She exclaimed angrily as she bolted upright. She immediately regretted her decision, however, as her vision began to swim, and a dull ache took it's place in the back of her head. "Ugh.. did anyone get the license plate on that truck?"

"That's what happens when your energy's been depleted. Your body's telling you to pass out, but there's still a major adrenaline rush happening, thus the headache." Yamcha explained.

~*My love for you*~

"I'll buy that.. It's like a brain freeze.. only about 50 times worse." Bulma mumbled, before sucking in a breath and climbing to her feet.

"Well, I'll give her this, she's got spunk.." Goku mumbled to the other man, as they both watched a still groggy Bulma wobble her way across the lawn.

"You're telling ME? I spent fourteen years with her!" He cried in reply.

~*Insatiable*~

"Come ON already! I wanna learn to fly!!" Bulma's voice shrieked from across the lawn.

"Coming!" The two men cried in reply, before walking toward her voice, shaking their heads the entire way.

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~*The moonlight plays upon your skin*~

"How you doing over there, Bulma?" Yamcha asked, upon noticing her obvious struggle to form yet another ki blast.

"Shut up, Yamcha!!" She screamed back, making both Yamcha, and Goku grin.

"Yep, she's ok." Yamcha said aloud, before casting Goku a wink, and mumbling something about having somewhere to be.

~*A kiss that lingers takes me in*~

"I'll catch you guys sometime after dinner... be good." He said with a mischievous grin. With that, he walked away, leaving the two lovers alone in the huge backyard.

"So, think I'm making any progress?" Bulma asked as she plopped down onto the ground.

"Absolutely, Bulma. The fact that you're still out here trying should tell you something. Most people would've given up the first time." He replied with a grin, before lying down next to her, his hands behind his head.

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"Ugh.. muscles.. BAD muscles..." Bulma moaned as she attempted to work the kinks out of her sore muscles.

"Roll over, I'll get em for you."

Bulma did as she was told, and seconds after that, two gentle, calloused hands were massaging her back. The hands moved across her shoulders, down her back, across her hips, and finally continued their sweet torture across her bottom. She bit back a moan as his hands caressed her body, but finally had to release it.

Goku looked at her like she'd gone mad for a moment, but soon, a devious smirk emerged. He flipped her over onto her back, and continued his ministrations, this time to the front of her sweaty body. His hands roamed over two full breasts, rubbing the hard nub atop them. Bulma's eyes shot open at the familiar pleasure, and she set up to remove her shirt. A strong arm halted her, however, and she lie back down, silently cursing the man above her the entire time.

"What's wrong little one? You look a bit.. pale." Goku remarked calmly, before leaning his head down to rest in the crook of her neck. His mouth rained a trail of fiery kisses across her collarbone, reveling in the taste of her sweaty skin. His tongue snaked out to run across the hollow of her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he did so.

"Goku..." She breathed his name silently, upon suddenly having found her voice no longer worked.

"Shh.. just enjoy." He reassured, before continuing the kisses down her neck, and across the tops of her two full breasts. He kissed the tops gently, before moving down to her exposed stomach. He nipped at the sensitive flesh above her belly button, making her wiggle beneath him a bit. Upon seeing her lithe boy move under his, he glanced around once, before finally deciding that the backyard wasn't exactly the best place for their little adventure to occur. He swept her up into his arms, and moved toward the large, metallic dome situated a few feet away. He punched the button to open the door, and walked inside, and over to the small bed that occupied one corner of the large gravity room.

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~*I fall asleep inside of you*~

Goku, who had powered up to Super Saiyan during their last escapade, leaned his head down to rest on Bulma's shoulder.

It was then that Bulma noticed they were floating.

~*There are no words*~

Merely a few inches from the floor, not really enough to scare her. But still, she stared wide eyed at Goku for a moment, and he returned the gesture. Her confusion deepened as she saw him staring at her, completely awestruck.

~*There's only truth*~

Goku powered down, but for some reason they didn't fall back to the bed. And then, Bulma noticed something.

A light blue aura surrounded her, as well.

~*Breathe in, breath out

There is no sound*~

She was flying.

Her concentration slipped as she realized what she was doing, and the pair fell backwards onto the bed, still entangled in one another.

"Did I just..." She asked quietly.

~*We move together up and down*~

Goku just nodded at her mutely for a moment, before finally opening his mouth to speak.

"Yeah.. and you not only managed to support you.. you held me up too. It might be too early to assume this, Bulma... but, well, I think you've got a higher ki than any of us ever dreamed possible." He stated, his face still showing the clear astonishment at Bulma's actions.

~*We levitate, our bodies soar*~

"That's a good thing, right?" She asked quietly. She pulled the sheets closer around her body, her hands clutching the material tightly against her chest.

"Bulma.. I couldn't even do that when I started learning ki. To put it mildly, you could EASILY beat YAMCHA.. much less Chichi. You're really gonna have to work at it though." He replied, his eyes never leaving her scantly clad form.

~*Our feet don't even touch the floor*~

"Well, my only question is.. Why are we still HERE? Shouldn't I be training or something?"

"Get dressed.. I'm going to find Yamcha. We'll figure out where to go from there." Goku threw his clothes on, a with a quick peck on the cheek, headed for the door, Bulma staring wide eyed behind him.

~*And nobody knows you like I do*~

She did as she was told, however, and dressed quickly, shaking her head the entire time.

"Oh yeah, THAT was romantic. 'Gee Bulma, that was great, but you have to train now' Never fails. I should know by now NEVER to fall in love with a Saiyan.." She spoke aloud, but smiled as she realized she was ranting to herself. She was the one that agreed to fight. Not Goku. And it wasn't HIS fault that she needed to be trained. Not his fault at all.

~*The world doesn't understand*~

"Curse you, Son Goku.. I can't even stay mad at you!" She screamed into the empty chamber, which still vaguely smelled of sweat and sex.

"Well, I hope not. That would sort of... defeat the purpose, now wouldn't it?" A gruff voice stated behind her, and she turned around, scared senseless for a minute.

~*I grow stronger in your hands*~

"Yamcha! You scared the shit out of me!" She screamed, before swatting a hand blindly at the man.

"Heh, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Um.. and if you don't mind me asking, where's Goku?" Yamcha questioned as he searched the room for the other man.

~*Turn the lights down low*~

"Actually, he's out looking for you."

"Oh, really? Well, I'll just grab a seat here and wait for him, provided you don't mind, of course." He replied as he took a seat on a bench right inside he gravity room door.

~*Take it off, let me show*~

"You know I don't mind."

"What's he looking for me for, anyway?"

~*My love for you, insatiable*~

"Um.. long story?" She added quietly, her shoes having suddenly become very interesting.

"Oh yeah? Enlighten me." He replied, a smirk to match the Saiyan Prince's own plastered on his face.

~*Turn me on, never stop*~

"You perv! You WOULD wanna know all the horny details."

"You forget, I've known all the "horny details" ,as you put it, ever since you've had details to share. Participated in most of them too, might I add. Now, if Goku's looking for me, there must be a reason, so enlighten me."

~*Wanna taste every drop*~

"Ugh.. fine.. you win. But no weird fantasies or anything. ok? I know how your little mind works. Goku and I were... busy... when we started floating." She began, before being cut off by a rather shocked Yamcha.

"Bulma.. we've flown during sex before. And strange as this might sound.. I don't really remember ever going to tell GOKU about it."

~*My love for you, insatiable*~

"Shut up, I wasn't done yet. Anyway, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted. We started floating. Well, Goku started staring at me like I was insane for a moment, before he powered down. And well, to be honest.. We didn't sink."

"If he powered down, though.. How did you... Wait.. YOU?!"

~*We never sleep, we're always holding hands*~

"Looks that way. He powered down, and when we didn't come back down, I noticed there was this weird blue aura thing around me, and well, to put it mildly.."

"She freaked." Goku's voice intercepted, startling them both.

~*Kissing for hours, talking, making plans*~

"Man... That's awesome. She flew without even meaning to? I don't think I've ever heard of that before. Goku, man, you must be killer in bed." Yamcha joked, making the lovers blush furiously.

~*I feel like a better man, just being in the same room*~

"Well, I can't complain... But that's beside the point. Are we gonna start training now, or not?" She asked, her hand placed upon her hip.

~*We never sleep, there's just so much to do*~

"Only if you feel up to it. Kami knows I don't want anything happening to you." Goku told her softly, before leaning down and kissing her gently.

~*Can't close my eyes when I'm with you*~

"Ok, spare the ex here, shall we? Bulma, I agree with Goku on this one. While you've got awesome potential, you don't wanna push yourself too far. You can end up doing more harm than good that way.

~*Insatiable, the way I'm... lovin you*~

"I'm fine! I passed out earlier because I'd tried too hard, that's all. And even then, I was ok just a few seconds later. There's still a good three hours of daylight left, let's use them to our advantage, ok? Plus, I really wanna try this flying thing again. Should be nice not to have to depend on you guys all the time." She replied with a smirk.

~*Insatiable*~

"Fine, but you even START to feel in the least bit strange, we're stopping, got that?" Goku said, his normally calm facade replaced with a stern face.

~*Turn me on*~

"Yes daddy." Bulma replied sarcastically.

~*Never stop*~

"Ok, that's not fair! I've been trying to get you to call me daddy forever! What's he got that I ain't got?" Yamcha asked, mockingly.

~*Wanna taste every drop*~

"You mean besides three inches and a heck of a lot more stamina?" She retorted, and stuck out her tongue a the shocked man.

~*My love for you*~

"That was just cruel, I want you to know that. Seriously, it almost hurt." He replied, before running from the room, dodging objects thrown by the angry blue haired female.

"Bulma? Why would Yamcha want you to call him daddy? He's not old enough.." Goku asked, his innocence once again taking center stage.

"Never mind Goku... Never mind..."

~*Insatiable*~

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Okay, really long wait, I know... but my internet kaputted for some reason, so I haven't been able to get online. I hope this chap makes up for the wait, however.. And it should.. because, honestly.. It's the longest one I've ever written. :-D Thanks for not getting too mad at me guys.. I JUST got the internet back last night, so once again, sorry for the delay. Hope you enjoy!

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~*Chante*~