A/N: Don't worry, bad Goku is NOT permanent in this. Only briefly. If I do a Goku/Pan or Goku/Bulla story it's gonna be warped. Like young teenager versions of them with adult Goku. Why? Because I'm one twisted bitch. :) Also wondering if I should bump up the rating to M.

Warnings: Mild non-con, lemony.

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

-MalRev

The Ties That Bind

17

It was too bad that I was leaving my family behind after they had come for a visit. Of course my cell phone couldn't pick up a text from across dimensions so there no point in bringing it with me. I sent Erin a text asking her to take care of Peter in my absence and apologize to Vic yet again for my terrible work attendance during the past few weeks. She didn't answer. That meant I was officially on bad terms with three of my favorite people in my home world. Fantastic.

When I emerged from the bathroom Goku was waiting for me, looking much less crazy than he had earlier. He smiled and kissed me lightly on the lips then took my hands in his to study my knuckles. I'd become accustomed to his idiosyncrasies and I knew this meant there was something important he wanted to ask me. I allowed him to examine my skin for a few minutes before growing impatient and withdrawing my hands. Goku rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, now blushing.

"You never blush," I said.

"Let's just say you always keep my blood flowing. I'm kind of embarrassed by how I was acting. I've just been waiting for you for a long time so I get worried knowing you're around all these men all the time." He coughed, trying to force himself to finish what he wanted to say. "Please forgive me if I act like that again. It's written in my DNA to be possessive of my woman."

"Don't worry about it, it's kind of cute. But don't call me your woman unless you intend on grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to your cave."

"Well that's another thing I wanted to address. If I'm ever getting too demanding it would be in your best interest to go with it instead of yelling at me. My instinct to dominate coupled with our bond puts me on edge just a teensy bit. Please don't provoke me, okay?"

"No problem, as long as you don't hold me down on the bed after we're done having sex. I honestly don't understand why you did that. If you really won't use any contraceptives then we definitely aren't sleeping together anymore because I'm not gonna be ordered around by you. Speaking of which, we need to drop by the drug store before we cross over to your world."

Goku's face clouded over and he shook his head. "No. What is meant to be will be."

"If we're going to be having that kind of sex every night we'll have more kids than we know what to do with. I'm not sure you understand what I'm saying so I'll say it again. I'm going to the drug store to get Plan B so neither of us are saddled with new responsibility on top of everything that's going on."

When I took a step forward Goku swiftly blocked my path, both bulky arms folded over his chest menacingly. I was seriously not interested in being intimidated anymore so I crossed my own arms and tapped my foot irately. In truth, I was absolutely terrified out of my mind. Not only was he twice my size, he was enormously powerful and very dedicated to what he wanted. My window to get the pill was closing and he was wasting time that could be spent saving my hide.

Thoroughly annoyed, I tried to slap Goku across the face and my wrist was caught mid-swing. He scowled even deeper and held my arm while I struggled furiously. How could someone who was so perfect for me disagree with me on such a fundamental level? I was under the impression that most men lacked a strong opinion on what a woman did with her body, but here I was, held prisoner by a guy who might've impregnated me and refused to let me leave. I ripped my hand free and pushed his chest.

"Move!" I demanded. "What I do is none of your business!"

"No. What you're doing is wrong. That's just how nature takes its course—"

"Fuck nature, Goku. I will get a coat hanger and clean myself out like a dusty closet if you don't get the hell out of my way."

"Chi-Chi and I had sex a lot and she only got pregnant twice. The odds of it happening are pretty low so I wouldn't worry too much." He took my shoulders in his hands and gently pushed me backwards, eyeing me with a smile. "I think I know what's wrong. You want me again, don't you?"

"I'm being serious. Let go and move it."

An eerie grin darkened Goku's face and he continued pushing me backwards. "Don't be a sour puss, Nome. I know you're practically begging to feel me again. This time I won't cover your mouth when you scream my name at the end. That's always my favorite part of being with a woman. The raw energy; the uncontrollable passion. Now that you're mine I get to feel that all day every day. No annoying distractions to keep us apart."

The Saiyan's eyes suddenly widened and he turned to see a huge distraction standing in my kitchen. Erin was holding a baseball bat with both hands, visibly shaking as she glanced between Goku and me. Once she confirmed I was okay she raised the bat and swallowed so hard I could almost see it from the bed. Goku absently pushed me down on the mattress with his fingertips and turned to fully face my friend who was a very breakable human woman.

Erin tried to gather her words. "You… leave! You've been making my best friend crazy ever since you stumbled into Kennebunk and I want you gone! Naomi was about to have eternal happiness with her boss or ex-boyfriend until you came along and ruined everything. Run back home to your wife and never come back here again or I'll hit you in the head with this bat."

"I'm not really the type to beat up on women," Goku said sheepishly. "But if you try to come between me and my woman, I'll have to make an exception. I'm not very good at sharing."

"What have I told you about married men?" Erin asked, peering over Goku's shoulder at me.

"I think now is a good time for us to go, Naomi. Say your goodbyes so we can go do what we have to in my world."

I sat up in bed, giving Goku a dirty look in the process and caught Erin's eyes with my own. "Erin, I'll be back in a few days. I promise. There's some strange stuff going on right now that I have to deal with before things can go back to normal. Try not to panic and tell my family I love them, okay?"

My best friend since childhood stepped forward with an arm outstretched but Goku grabbed my wrist and used instant transmission to make us disappear. The trip between dimensions was just as uncomfortable as before and I could feel my clothes tearing apart from the pressure but I didn't really care. The last look on Erin's face was so hurt and confused. How could I ever hope to explain anything if and when I finally returned? It wasn't safe until we found Scoria and Fiamme.

We appeared in Goku's house, which was strangely silent. I looked around his room with my arms covering my most obvious nude parts and noticed a lot of things had been taken out. Pictures, clothes, some furniture; all of it was gone and the room looked really disheveled. Goku rummaged through a drawer until he found one of his big orange training shirts that fit my like a dress. He pulled it over my head and tied the sash around my hips, stepping back to admire me a bit from a new angle.

The room felt strangely cold. When I crossed my arms and shivered Goku finally noticed I was uncomfortable and scratched the back of his head before finally hugging me tightly. Being pushed against his body was like crushing myself on a huge volcanic rock. He was incredibly warm and hard, probably from the layers of muscle underneath his skin. I was a human woman who didn't work out too much so I was both more breakable and plushy, so to speak.

"Chi-Chi left," Goku said, resting his chin on top of my head. "She took Goten with her to her father's house deeper in the mountains. It's weird, but the house is really empty now. I think Gohan still lives here, though. He's on his way to college in the spring so we won't have company for long."

The way he said "company" gave me a mild case of the shivers. I really wanted to find Chi-Chi so I could apologize for destroying her already frail marriage but I highly doubted Goku wanted that to happen. She was probably all sorts of pissed off and me bothering her would just make things even worse. When I turned in Goku's grasp to check out the destroyed room he beamed happily.

"Do you like it? We can live here. She threw a lot of things when she left but I don't mind picking them up. Videl said she'd love to come over and help us set things up."

"Um… yeah, it's great. Let's head over to Bulma's."

In a flash I was slammed into the wall so hard it made the few remaining pictures of the wall shudder and crash to the floor. Goku pressed himself flush against me and it was obvious through my thick shirt what his desires were at the moment. He smiled at me, carefully brushing hair away from my face. It wasn't particularly scary, just really surprising that he had moved so fast. I was still annoyed that he wouldn't let me get Plan B to soothe the paranoia in the back of my head.

Goku laughed when I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Nome. Now that we're together we have to establish some rules and boundaries. Most importantly, you're mine now."

"Have to be honest, I'm not a big fan of that one. It sounds creepy."

"It's just the way it has to be. You belong to me now and I want that be abundantly clear."

"I know you're looking for submission and you're not gonna get it." I glared back at him coldly, trying not to lose my nerve. "You're acting really weird, Goku. Where's the confidence you had in my world? Where is this paranoia and insecurity coming from? If it's only because we're together then maybe we should stop while we're ahead. I shouldn't be a source of stress."

One of his big hands tangled in my hair and jerked sharply to the side so my neck was exposed, riddled with aging hickies and vague pains. Goku watched my face scrunch up when he tugged my hair and ran the fingertips of his other hand over my skin. It tingled.

"Something about you brings out the Saiyan in me," he said, tugging on my earlobe with his teeth. "I don't know why or how, but I do know it's really bothersome when you talk back."

I grimaced when he kissed my jawbone. "Can we go?"

The only response I received was a slight chuckle. Heat crept up my spine and I felt the tugging intensify, willing me to do whatever Goku said. He lifted my hips up so my legs were locked around his waist and held me in place against the wall with the pressure of his chest against mine. His lips sought every inch of the conquered flesh of my neck and he slowly ground his pelvis into me, pulling on my hair whenever I started to mewl in pleasure. It wasn't fair. I was a regular human being ravished by some alien with superstrength. There was no damn equality!

My alien lifted my away from the wall to kiss further down my neck towards my breasts and I leaned back in his grasp, unafraid of being dropped. There was no sign of strain in his arms as he greedily kissed my skin until he could finally drop me on the bed. I immediately sat forward to loosen his belt and Goku tugged off his shirt, bringing me face-to-face with his godlike body. How did he do it? Steroids must've been involved but they weren't the kind that shrank his penis. Every time I saw him without even a shirt I felt so normal and insignificant that it actually hurt a bit.

Goku crept on top of me, pushing up my makeshift dress so one of his hands could explore the burning place between my legs. One of his fingers pushed inside me curiously and he watched my entire body react to the contact, writhing in excitement. He yanked the shirt aside to kiss one of my breasts and I could feel a vague rumbling in his chest. He was growling again. The tugging in my gut was becoming frantic from the sensation and I desperately pushed myself against Goku's finger.

"Shh," he whispered as he stroked me deep inside, "be patient."

"Easy for you to say."

"Oh, you have no idea how very hard it is." Goku watched me closely and licked his lips. "Pheromones make this downright unbearable but doesn't that just make it better in the end?"

"Only bugs have pheromones."

"I'm pretty positive humans have them. Usually I can smell and taste them but for a few days of the month they peak and it's so hard to resist. It drives me crazy being within ten feet of a woman in that state and it seems like that's where you are right now."

It took a second for the pieces to connect but when they did I shrieked and wriggled desperately under Goku's weight. He frowned and tugged his pants down a bit to pull out his manhood and I turned on my stomach to free myself. If pheromones peaked during a certain window of the month that only meant one thing: it correlated with my ovulation. If they happened to be especially enticing at the very moment Goku was talking to me that meant I was in prime condition to be impregnated.

The fear of having kids made it easy for me to forget how turned on I was, but Goku didn't seem to get the picture. He reached a hand around to cover my mouth and moved closer so he was tauntingly close to my entrance. I was on my stomach facing the wall, incapable of explaining what exactly was making me panic and Goku had passed the point of no return. He wanted me and he would have me.

"Something wrong?" he asked innocently. "You got really squirmy all of a sudden. But that's okay, because I like when you fight me."

I gnawed on his fingers until he finally let go to wipe off my saliva. "This isn't a game anymore. Get off me! I don't know what your motivation is but I am not having any kids."

"Mmm, you're so hot when you say no."

"Goku, I'm being serious, we need to figure something out ASAP. Fiamme did something to you during your vision and—"

The rest of my words were lost when Goku violently entered me, pushing my head down so my scream was absorbed by the pillows. It hurt, a lot. I could feel something wet dripping on my back and realized Goku was crying, trying to hold in the worst of it. Of all the insane things he had done this had to be the most berserk. I didn't know if I should be angry or not.

"Stop telling me what to do," Goku snapped in a gravelly voice. "Chi-Chi has been nagging me and ordering me around for twenty long years and I'm sick of it. Things are gonna be different with you. I'm not letting another woman call the shots and… and… yell all the time. So… so… be quiet and do what I say instead of treating me like a stupid child. I'm sick of everyone taking my good nature for granted."

It was hard to breathe and moving was downright impossible. I managed to turn my head enough that I could get some air and speak to Goku. He was very close to snapping, no doubt thanks to our demonic friends meddling from afar. They wanted him to be possessive of me; to dominate and force me into sex. The bitter resentment Goku harbored toward Chi-Chi made it so easy for them to twist him to do what they wanted. But what did they want? A pregnancy?

That was it. They needed a catalyst.

I grimaced and fisted the sheets in my hands as Goku pushed in and out, holding my hips against his to make things easier. Odds were that they would keep influencing him to behave more viciously until he finally got me pregnant, which could take anywhere from a week to a few years. After that happened he'd be even worse, keeping me from everyone and everything right up to the moment I gave birth. It was all too obvious now. A man and woman from two worlds would create something together that was technically from both planes of existence. The barriers would shatter.

"You're doing what they want," I said, mildly aroused by how Goku was acting. Sure it was insane and dangerous but goddamn, he took what he wanted. "You know it. If we have a kid everything will be destroyed. We're from two different worlds, Goku. We aren't meant to be together in the first place. We shouldn't even know about one another's existence."

"Be quiet!" he demanded, yanking fiercely on my hair. "Women are all the same, so loud and whiny and they don't care about you unless it has to do with money."

"LISTEN TO ME!"

My anger gave me enough strength to turn back over and free myself from Goku's grasp, but I guessed he was feeling too guilty to hold me there much longer. I took his face between my hands and his grey eyes looked away sadly, off to another corner of the room. His eyes were puffy and red. There was an eternal agony in his face.

"I don't know what to do," Goku said hoarsely.

"We need to see Bulma. We need to figure this out."

There was no reply. Goku's broad shoulders fell and he leaned into my embrace.