Just One Week
VIII.
I remember waking up the next morning…how perfect can one thing be? That was the only question that kept going through my mind as I laid against him and stared up at his sleeping face. I know I woke up really early, something like five-thirty, so I wasn't worried about one of the kids coming down and catching us. That just left me all the more opportunity to feel his strong arms around me.
Okay, all my life, I always thought the phrase "I'm so happy I could cry" was very stupid and made no sense at all. And yet…I felt so happy I could cry. Never before had I let my emotions run so free. Yamcha didn't hold me like a woman should be held and Vegeta held no warmth within his arms. Goku…Kami, Goku! For such a naïve, simple-minded man, how could he possibly do what he did!? Are you asking…what exactly did he do? My answer…everything.
Even if he was uncertain the night before, he never let me go. And maybe it was because it was so early in the morning, but he never left my side. Or should I say my back? Heh, either way, it was perfect.
And that kiss! Oooo, even thinking about it makes me feel like I'm on a thousand mile per second roller coaster going through millions of loops! Sure, he was so surprised I didn't really give him a chance to exactly kiss me back, but just the feel of his lips pressed against mine…I never knew how good he would taste until I actually tasted him.
Do I sound like I'm over-reacting? Well, I don't care! My perfect day would be waking up in Goku's arms, listening to sappy romance songs and making sweet love to him all day long, following each other wherever we go, and then falling asleep in each others arms! That isn't enough…I don't know how else to express the way I'm feeling! It can be so frustrating, yet so…!
Maybe I should stop now…
Day three…Tuesday.
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Bulma continued to lean up against Goku, studying all his features. How his mouth would slowly become big then small again as he breathed in and out, how every once in awhile his closed eyes would twitch, having that feeling that someone was watching him, how his chest rose up and down in perfect rhythm…
She smiled, listening to the slight tick, tick, tick from the clock as each second passed. That being the only sound, she felt as though she was in a world all of her own, and Goku's of course.
Reaching up slightly, she ran her fingertips down the side of his face and over his lips, slipping down his neck and over his steady heart. Bulma snuggled into him more, making him squiggle around a bit, saying that she was pretty much disturbing his slumber. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the drowsy look still upon his face. Goku closed his eyes again as he let out a loud yawn, clicking his tongue numerous times to get that nasty morning taste out. He let go of Bulma with his one arm so he was able to rub his hand across his eyes to get the sleepiness out. Once all this was done and he was actually able to keep his eyes open, he looked down to see Bulma smiling up at him.
Goku smiled back, putting his arm back in its rightful position, "'Morning."
"'Morning to you, too," Bulma greeted, resting her head against his shoulder, "Have a nice sleep?"
He nodded while yawning again, letting out a slight chuckle, "Absolutely. Haven't slept that good in quite awhile."
"Good…" Bulma whispered out. Actually, it wasn't really supposed to be a whisper, yet already she missed the peace and quiet. Not that she didn't want to hear Goku's voice or anything. She closed her own eyes and rubbed her foot against his; their legs still being intertwined.
They stayed like that for a few moments before Bulma felt Goku's head turn towards her, putting his forehead against the side of her head, moving it back and forth slightly.
"What happened last night, Bulma?" Goku asked. Bulma was able to tell every time Goku blinked, for his eyelashes would move her hair little by little, making her feel as though he were giving her butterfly kisses.
Again, Bulma opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, "It depends when last night you mean."
"I mean…" Goku paused, folding his knees up to bring them to his chest, letting Bulma rest right against him. When she felt this, she also felt her face grow red from slight embarrassment.
"I mean when—," before Goku could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a certain sound.
Thud, "One…" thud, "two…" thud, "three…" thud, "four…"
They both narrowed their eyes down in concentration, trying to figure out what the heck that was. After the number six was said, Bulma's eyes got wide in revelation.
"That's Goten's voice…what's he doing up so early?" She asked herself, untangling herself from Goku reluctantly. Goku unwrapped his arms from around her, letting her go free as she sat on her knees on the couch, peeking over from behind the couch.
Seeing this, Goku chuckled and copied her movements, also looking at the stairs and waiting for Goten to appear, "Trying to be a spy now?"
Bulma put her index finger to her lips, "Shh, I wanna see what he does."
"Oh!" Goku covered his mouth with his hands to show that he wouldn't say anymore.
They went back to watching, finally seeing Goten on the stairs, coming down the steps one at a time.
"Eight…" thud, "nine…" thud, "ten…" thud, "eleven…"
He counted all the way to sixteen before finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and changing his pace as he ran quickly into the kitchen, Goku and Bulma never catching his eye. Yet since the couch was facing away from the stairs and not the kitchen, still not wanting to get caught, they flung themselves over the arm of the couch, landing with a loud bang on the floor.
"Ow! Goku, you landed on my foot!" Bulma said in a harsh whisper, rubbing her foot lightly.
Goku gave a sheepish look, "Heh, heh…oops."
"Trunks, is that you?" Goten's voice was heard from the kitchen. Goku and Bulma both went quiet, trying to hold their breaths since they suddenly seemed so loud.
"Trunks, if that's you, you can come out now. If you don't, I'll go up and tell Mom you woke me up. You know she'll believe me over you," he chuckled before another slight thud quieted him.
"Oops, I dropped the ice cream," he said, mostly to himself. As it was supposedly heard, he put the ice cream on the table and managed to pull out a chair so he could eat at the table.
It was then quiet. Bulma and Goku exchanged glances, both of their eyes saying they wanted to know more of what was going on.
"La, la, la, I love my ice cream!" Goten sang, snickering, "Ice cream all to myself! Oh, yes! Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!"
The two adults laughed lightly to themselves before Bulma made an indication to follow her into the kitchen. She crawled out behind the couch, followed closely by Goku. They slowly yet surely made their way to the entrance of the kitchen, stopping to peer inside only to see Goten at the table with a huge batter spoon and two empty cartons of ice cream, plus one almost finished carton.
Seeing this, Bulma stood up abruptly, her hands on her hips, "Goten! What exactly do you think you're doing?!"
Goten froze, the spoon halfway in his mouth. His eyes moved to the side slightly to see his mother who looked pretty angry. He closed his mouth over the spoon before sliding it out, making the creamy stuff go slick and smooth. He set the spoon in the carton and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.
"I was hungry," was the only thing he could say.
Bulma raised an eyebrow, "Goten, you're always hungry, but that doesn't mean you can come down here at six in the morning and eat all the ice cream!"
Goten looked down in shame, putting his hands behind his back, "Sorry…"
Goku decided to step in then, walking past Bulma and to Goten, picking his youngest son up in his arms, "Oh, come on, Bulma, he didn't hurt anything. He just had a craving for ice cream, didn't you?"
The kid simply nodded.
Bulma threw her arms up in the air, going over to the table and throwing away the empty cartons, "I'm not really scalding him, Goku, it's just the biggest revelation that I finally know where all the ice cream goes!"
Goten giggled at hearing this, looking up at his dad with mischievous eyes as he whispered out, "Ice cream has always been my favorite morning snack."
Goku laughed, running his hand threw his son's hair and messing it up even more, "And what a snack it is."
"Uh-huh, and what do you do after you eat all this ice cream?" Bulma asked, putting the last carton back in the freezer for another time.
Quickly, Goten scrambled out of Goku's arms and flew out of the kitchen, "I go back to bed!"
They heard him run back up the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom. They turned back to each other and without another word, began laughing.
"That kid, I swear…" she let out another chuckle, "sometimes I wonder which one of you eats the most."
Goku stopped laughing and gave an offended look, "Bulma, even you will have to bet on me for that one."
"Of course," she stated matter-of-factly. And without another word, she opened up the freezer and took the ice cream back out, grabbing Goten's spoon and digging in.
Goku's eyes got big as did his smile, "Hey, Bulma…you gonna share?"
She only shook her head, putting the spoon in her mouth slowly and closing her eyes, showing him how much she was enjoying the taste.
His smile faded, "No? That's not very nice…" he took a couple steps towards her, making her turn around so he couldn't snatch the ice cream off of her.
He went up to her, reaching down over her shoulder to try to grab the carton, but the further he reached, the lower she made herself.
"I want some!" Goku whined, finally reaching over her side. Bulma giggled loudly, doing a turnabout and fleeing to the other side of the table. Goku went to walk around it also, but once he got so far, she would move to yet another side so she would always be opposite him.
Figuring out her little game, a sly grin slowly overcame his features, "Oh, so that's how you want to play it, eh?" Quickly, he ran to the other side, not giving her a chance to move anywhere. He picked her up like a baby and carried her into the living room, grinning down at her from his victory.
"No!" Bulma yelled, kicking her feet and trying to eat all the ice cream at once. Before they even got to the couch she put the spoon in the carton and put her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes, "Ow…brain freeze."
Goku plopped down on the couch, putting Bulma in his lap as he took the spoon and began to eat the rest, "Mmmm, good stuff!"
Bulma glared at him and before she could think another thought, she took the opportunity to press her lips to his again after he put the spoon down. Again, Goku's eyes only got wide from this action, his whole body going tense. Feeling him do this, Bulma broke the contact, blushing a bit from her obvious want. She put the ice cream carton on the floor before rubbing her hands up and down his arms.
"Don't be so tense, Goku…I'm not going to do anything," Bulma explained, only wanting to get closer to him.
"Heh, I know," Goku said, looking away from her shyly, "it's just…different."
"Different?" Bulma asked, tilting her head to the side, "Oh…you mean doing it with me?"
A red hue came to his cheeks; "You sure are straight forward, aren't you?"
She gave a smile, "I'm Bulma, I have to be."
Hearing this, he also gave a smile and looked back up at her, "Guess that explains everything, huh?"
Bulma merely nodded before asking a question she was almost afraid to let out, "Do you want me to stop?"
Goku paused for a moment, his eyes going almost blank. Bulma bit her bottom lip and looked down, getting ready to get off his lap. She figured that with Goku having just come back and him just learning that his wife died, he wasn't ready for another relationship of any kind. She understood that, it was just the fact…
"No, not really," Goku finally answered, earning him a shocked expression from Bulma.
As Goku laughed, Bulma's lips slowly grew into a smile, "Are you serious? You don't mind?"
"Is it that hard to believe?" he asked, leaning his head against the back of the couch.
Bulma scooted herself on him more, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting her forehead to his, "Almost…" Then she kissed him again.
To her complete and utter surprise, Goku began to kiss back. It was her turn to widen her eyes, but she quickly got over it and just enjoyed the moment.
Ding-dong!
The sound of the doorbell ringing made them both jump. They broke away from the kiss and looked at each other strangely for a moment.
"Was that the doorbell?" Bulma asked, throwing her legs over to plant her feet on the ground. She walked over to the door, putting her hand on the doorknob, "I wonder who it could be this time of morning…" she said to herself before unlocking the door to find her answer.
"Hi, Bulma. Is Gohan around?" the dark-haired girl at the door said, holding her books closely to her chest to keep warm.
Bulma smiled at her, "Videl, hi. Gohan's still sleeping, I think. What are you doing here?"
Hearing Bulma say Videl's name made Goku jump up from the couch and go to the door, smiling away, "Oh, so you're the Videl I hear so much about?"
Videl blushed a bit, noting that the man that stood before her was clad only in boxers. She made sure to look only at his face, "You've heard a lot about me?"
"For sure. I know you're Gohan's girlfriend," Goku said, grinning ear to ear.
From hearing this, Videl blushed more and looked down at her feet, "I wouldn't go that far…"
They were all quiet for a moment, expecting Videl to say more. Eventually, she cleared her throat and looked to Bulma, "Anyway, I was wondering if Gohan was all right. He usually doesn't miss school."
"He's fine," Bulma said, stepping to the side and letting Videl inside before shutting the door, "This is his father, Goku. He's visiting for a week and Gohan wanted to spend a lot of time with him."
Videl's head snapped towards Goku, her eyes huge, "You're Goku?! B-but…Gohan told me you were dead!"
Goku chuckled, putting his hand on his hip, "Yeah, well…" He pointed to the top of his head at his halo.
The young girl's mouth dropped open as she stared at the golden ring in astonishment, "No way…that's not even possible…"
"Videl?" came another voice from the top of the stairs.
This made them all look, only to see Gohan who was completely dressed, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh!" Videl exclaimed, turning away from Goku and eyeing Gohan, "I was just wondering if you wanted to walk to school with me, but since your dad is…back, never mind. Maybe some other time."
Videl turned around to head back out the door, but was stopped by Gohan's voice.
"Wait, don't go…" Gohan said, coming down the stairs. He walked over to his dad, "Do you mind if I go to school today? I'll just get my work for the rest of the week, then I'll be okay."
Goku smiled, patting his son on the back, "Knock yourself out!"
Gohan mimicked his smile and turned towards Videl, "Okay, I'll go with you."
Now it was Videl's turn to smile, "Great! Let's get going or we'll be late."
"'Kay," Gohan said, opening the door and letting Videl go out first.
"Gohan, what's that thing above your dad's head…?" was the last thing Goku and Bulma heard her say before the door closed.
The two turned towards each other and grinned.
"Now we only have to young kids," Bulma said, yawning.
Goku nodded and yawned himself after seeing her do it, "You still tired?"
"A little…" Bulma admitted, walking towards the stairs, "I might get a couple more hours of sleep."
He only followed her up the stairs and down the hall, "Yeah, me too."
Bulma opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, once again followed by Goku. She went over to her bed and sat down on one side, "Yes?"
Goku stopped in the middle of the room, finally realizing that he was following her just a little too far, "Heh…oops, wrong room."
He was about to turn around until Bulma stopped him, "Hey, that wasn't a sign to make you leave. I was just wondering if you wanted to stay with me?"
After hearing her say this, he jumped on her bed, his body bouncing slightly, "Great, I'll take that as an invitation."
Bulma smiled and laid down, pulling the covers up over them. Goku took about half her pillows and since she wasn't used to sharing a bed with anyone, she automatically pulled most of the covers on her.
Viewing this as a challenge, Goku pulled them back, the blankets only slightly on Bulma now. She narrowed her eyes and pulled them back only to get them tugged away from her again.
She sighed and moved more to the middle of the bed so her body would then be completely covered, along with his. Bulma closed her eyes and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
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Hi everyone! I finally got this story updated. Sorry this chapter's not as great as the others, but this is just one of those "stupid, but needed" parts. Plus, I had TONS of school assignments thrown on me and I had no time to write, so I decided to make you guys happy and write something. =)
Oh yeah, and if you have time, I have another Goku/Bulma one-shot fic. It's not that long so if you want, you can read that. ^^ It's called "Love So Long, Be So Strong."
ALSO, I may be starting a little contest thing. Okay, for those of you that know me well enough, you know I'm into the odd-couples of DBZ (Goku/Bulma being one of them). Well, I suddenly have a new obsession. Bra/Yamcha. Weird, yes, but so am I. So if you wanna take part in this, you can write one for me! I noticed that only one person wrote one and I want more, more, more! Umm…for a prize…I dunno. If I like your story the best, I'll write a fanfic of any two couples you want me to put together, okay? And if that's not an adequate prize for you…sorry, I really have nothing else to give. If you're interested though, just say so in the review or e-mail me or IM me. Doesn't matter. Bai bai now!