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Chapter 10
Eavesdropping

Trunks came home to find his best friend and his sister sitting at the kitchen table, in deep conversation, and drinking coffee. He noticed that Bulla did everything exactly like Bulma. The way she carried herself, the way she acted, the way she conversed, even the way she drank coffee. No wonder Vegeta couldn't stay in the same room as Bulla. She reminded him so much of Bulma.

"So Trunks," Bulla said, breaking his thoughts, "How was it like to be cut in half?"

"What are you talking about?"

"The 25th World Tournament, silly." she got up and went to the kitchen behind her.

"Oh, It was great, considering that I wasn't the one who almost got his head cut off."

"Ha ha, very cute. At least I wasn't the one who had the idea of going Super Saiyan and blowing our cover." Goten playfully shot back at the lavender headed man.

"I guess your right. So Goten, how long have you been over here?"

"Almost all day." Bulla said from the kitchen. "He's ransacked the house. Luckily we have a basement full of food capsules." Goten just smiled the signature Son grin when Bulla entered the room again. But his smile changed when he spoke again.

"Please punish me, I've been a bad man." he then laughed, that is until he felt the stinging sensation on the side of his face. Bulla even smacked someone like Bulma. Trunks couldn't help but laugh at this..

"Well I'm going to go to take a shower now. If Marron calls, Goten come and get me." he changed his voice so that he sounded like a stereotypical gay man, "You sexy thing."

"Oh baby, oh baby." Goten replied in a monotone. Bulla actually laughed, which made Goten smile, as well as Trunks. (Who was already in his room.) "So, Bulla, um don't kill me but ..."

"But what Goten?"

"I, um, well I was wondering that if uh, that if you wanted to um to uh go to the.- Damit!"

Bulla frowned before speaking again. "You want to take me somewhere?" she paused, she knew how hard this was for a guy. Even Trunks had trouble with asking girls out. Of course that was when he was fifteen, and now it just came natural to him, because he's asked out so many girls. She continued, "Goten, you don't have to worry. You can just ask me. I promise that I wont laugh or do anything bad," she lifted up her hand as if she was giving an oath. "Promise."

"Even reject me?"

"Well if you were asking me to have sex with you," she paused to think about it. Goten having his hands on her body. His warm kiss on her breasts. Him inside of her. She had to stop thinking. "Then I would um, think about it."

His eyes were wide. She just said that she would think about doing the one thing he wanted to do with her before he was married. It was her he always thought about being with. He wanted to be with her, and her only. Well two could play this game. He grinned a mischievous smile.

"What if that was what I was going to ask? What would you do then?" Something clicked in her head. She wanted him so badly. It was as if she had to have him or she would die. She scooted closer to him.

"Is it?" she asked as she stood up and straddled his lap. She began to crush her lips to him. Something needed to have him ravage her.

"Bulla?!"

"What?"

"What if that was what I was going to ask? What would you do then?" Shit! I gotta stop this, she thought She was still in her chair. So they hadn't kissed. And she hadn't straddled his lap.

"What is what you were going to ask?"

"Bulla? Are you okay?" he paused. Either she has really short term memory or she needs not to be a virgin ... Why do I keep thinking of her like that? Well her Ki definitely changed. Almost as though she wanted to have sex with someone. How odd, I was just thinking of doing that with her, Goten thought.

"I, uh, Goten?"

"Yes?" his voice cracked some.

"Lately I've been having these weird feelings. It's almost as if I need to be with someone, um, well, uh, sexually. Well not just anyone, uh ... " God let her want me. Please, you have tortured me long enough. Please God please? Goten thought.

"Alright already!" Dendae said aloud. He was standing on the edge of the lookout., eavesdropping, as usual.
"Just anyone who is a Saiyan." she paused. "Or a man."

"Including my brother?" he asked.

"Well not so much Gohan as you and-" she stopped. "Someone else."

"Okay, their is only one oth-" he gasped. "Oh my God! You mean-"

"WHAT!" Dendae screamed. Mr. Popo looked up from where he was sitting.

"What is it Dendae?" he asked.

"I HATE MY JOB!" Dendae shouted.

"Don't say it. I know it's really weird, but I can't help it. I have no idea of what is going on with me." Bulla replied.

"Do ya think that it's a Saiyan thing?" he said in a more serious tone.

"More than likely." she answered. "God I wish I wasn't going through this alone."

"Well if it helps you feel better, I think I might be going through the same thing."

"Really?!" Bulla said almost coming out of her chair. "Like how?" He leaned closer to her so he was inches away from her.

"I think I've been going through this longer then you though."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I want to be with you." He leaned even closer.

"Really?" she whispered. Now she was closer.

"Yes." he could feel her warm breath touch his lips.

"Funny, I feel the same way." their blood warmed with every millimeter they had gotten closer.

RING!

Goten jumped up as he ran to the phone and shouted, "I'll get it!" He may have moved fast, but Bulla could still see the redness in his cheeks.

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