A/N: Mehehe, I love to torture. :) More lime in this. I don't think it warrants a warning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything affiliated with it.

-MalRev

The Ties That Bind

12

There was a hand covering my mouth when I started screaming. It muffled me quite a bit but you could still probably hear it in another apartment. When I was done they let go and yawned in boredom, then turned over on their back. I sat up, feeling around and soon realized I was back home in my own bed. Had Craig brought me back? Was he lying in bed with me to make sure I was okay or did he think Goku was going to sneak in and have his way with me? I reached over to touch my partner and confirmed it was Goku when I felt the muscles under his thin t-shirt.

"I already know," Goku said. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving my wife for you and we can go see Bulma whenever you have a day off work. Sound good? Okay, then I'm going back to bed."

"Hold the phone! Why the hell am I back home? I was on Craig's couch kind of hoping we were gonna… you know… and I wake up to you covering my mouth so I can't get out a good scream. Don't tell me you barged in there and took me away by force because Craig will not like that. He probably already called the police by now. Can you be killed by bullets?"

"After my dream was over I decided to pick you up in the event you woke up shrieking like a banshee. You just kept sleeping, though. Probably because you were back in bed with me. Anyway, you should get changed for bed so you have some rest for work tomorrow."

I stared at him furiously. How could he be so calm? We both had the same damn nightmare about being married and Bulma apparently DID know something huge about us. Not to mention our encounter the other night that his youngest son walked in on and was only hiding because he was promised a fishing trip. If Chi-Chi found out I made out with her husband she would never speak to me again. How could I live with myself? Honestly. I was jumping between men like a slutty cricket.

"Talk to me!" I demanded, rolling Goku on his back. "Tell me you forgive me for the other night. Tell me you're wondering about what Bulma knows. Tell me you agree with me on something before I fucking explode and kick my cat!"

Goku sat up and grabbed my face between his big hands, staring at me very seriously. "Listen to me very carefully. Nothing happened the other night. Nothing. Bulma must know something, which I've already acknowledged I agree with you on. But we are not and we never will be together. I really need you to put this crush behind you and focus on the task at hand. My wife isn't very happy with me. I'm not losing everything over a fling with a woman I barely know."

"You sleep with me every night. I've told you my history time and time again. You interrupt when I'm out on a date with a man I'm attracted to. You come on to me when we're alone. Maybe you should stop sending me mixed signals and learn how to be faithful to your wife. When all this is said and done I'll be right there telling Chi-Chi about all your attempts to get in my pants."

"I can't help it if you're letting your pheromones ooze out," he snapped. "You can't smell them but I can and it drives me insane." His hands wound around my head to hold my hair tightly. "You need to cut your hair off, too. Shave it. Every time I smell it when you're sleeping I almost lose control of myself. Get a chastity belt if you have to. Wear winter clothes. Don't talk to me, don't breathe, don't laugh, don't curl against me when you're sleeping. If you stop being you then I'll stop wanting you."

We both fell silent after Goku's outburst and I folded my arms angrily when he lay down again. God he was a pain to deal with sometimes. No wonder Chi-Chi preferred it when he shut up and did what he was told. I got up to get some pajamas from my dresser and threw them on without bothering to move to a different room. Goku could suffer for all eternity from my pheromones. I didn't give a flying fuck about what he wanted. All I cared about was Naomi and maybe Craig a little.

When I was ready I went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I sipped my drink over the sink someone was suddenly behind me, pushing me against the counter so I couldn't move. I dropped my glass in the sink and squirmed away from Goku, giving him a cold glare when I was safely on the other side of the kitchen. His black eyebrows were furrowed over his eyes, giving him a literally stormy appearance. He jammed his hands in his pockets and glowered at me with Peter.

"Don't you have something to do?" I asked.

"I can't sleep without you."

"Give it a whirl. Maybe you'll get lucky. And for the love of god, stop trying to grope me. This is just more insanity I can share with your wife when I'm finally fucking free."

Goku crossed the room in an instant and grabbed my arms to push me against the wall, all traces of hesitation gone. "Don't you get it, Naomi? Can't you put the pieces together? I'm trying to fight fate and I can't do it anymore. You and I are literally bound together."

"HA, that's rich. There's no such thing as fate. You're perfectly free to do what you want and I can do what I want. Don't try to excuse your behavior away."

"That's what Bulma has been thinking this whole time. Forces beyond our control want us together for some reason or another and neither of us can resist it. Can you honestly say you'd choose Craig over me if you had the choice? If I wasn't married for twenty years I would gladly take you. I've never felt this alive with anyone and I'm tired of fighting against something that's meant to be."

"I'm not being coerced into anything. I want Craig, not you. Don't bother trying to convince me otherwise because I'll never—"

The rest of my words were lost when Goku kissed me fiercely, shoving me into the wall so hard I feared it would break under the pressure. My hands wrapped around his back to pull him closer and I forgot what I was even angry about. What did it matter? No one was around to see us and he didn't care about Chi-Chi either way. We could live together in my world if we had to. I could go tell Craig he'd have to find some other chick to have kids with because I was involved with my recently divorced alien friend.

It's not right, squeaked the voice in my head. No matter what he says you know it isn't right. Think of Chi-Chi, Goten or Gohan. You're hurting a lot of people over something trivial.

The Saiyan hoisted me up in his arms to carry me to the bedroom, never breaking his mouth away from mine. Every nerve in my body was on fire; it felt like I'd been struck by a thunderbolt. I wondered if Goku was feeling the same way until he dropped me on my bed and I was able to look at his face. It was still pretty dark so I couldn't see much, but he looked incredibly hungry and he was trembling ever so slightly. He pulled off his shirt and watched me peel mine off with a bit of difficulty, then crept on top of me and admired my naked chest.

"You don't think this is strange?" Goku asked, gently rubbing one of my breasts with his hand.

"Hmm?" I muttered.

"Oh, nothing. You just got a heartfelt confession from a man who hasn't spoken to you in nearly two days. Do you think you might be… dreaming?"

My heart sank and I groaned in exasperation as Goku leaned down to kiss my neck. Of course it was a dream. Now I was having dreams within dreams. When would I finally be awake to confront my painful reality? Having Goku in my head on a constant basis was kind of shitty.

"It's fate," Goku murmured, "and there's nothing you can do about it."

Something was shaking me furiously; I could feel consciousness finally dawning on me…