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The following week was one of the weirdest in her life.
She settled in at Capsule Corp after Vegeta demanded she stay there.
She had no say, apparently.
But it didn't bother her. She had been living alone for so many years, with her family being what they were back in her old dimension that living with people again was a novelty almost on its own...
She was surprised to learn that Goku was staying with them as well, but when she asked why, all Vegeta would say was, "because of that damn harpy!" so she put it aside, determined to ask Bulma when she could.
She knew who he was referring to, but couldn't figure out what had happened to the woman. But she was beginning to see a huge difference between what she had saw in her world, compared to what was actually going on here.
Like Vegeta.
While he definitely was an asshole, he wasn't as bad as what she thought he would be. He surprised her on her first morning there, coming down and kissing Bulla and her on the head, and actually ruffling Trunks' hair.
She stared at him in shock, unsure of what had just happened.
But they all acted like it was a normal, everyday occurrence.
And it was. That was how he greeted them every morning. She had even spied him and Bulma hugged up a few times, joining Trunks in complaining and making retching noises, until the blunette threw them out of the room, a smile on her face.
What shocked her the most was the parental way her father treated Goten.
He spent his time staying with the Briefs and his father, as well as staying with Gohan. The first day he was at Capsule Corp after she arrived, she watched in amazement as her father smiled at him in welcome, once again leaving her shocked.
But he acted the same towards all of them, with the exception of Goku.
Now that relationship seemed to stay the same.
He would glare every time the younger Saiyan came into the room, especially if he sat anywhere near her. Bulma would roll her eyes, sometimes smacking the back of his head when his glares would get too frequent.
But it didn't stop them. If anything, they steadily became worse.
Not only that, but her father was demanding all of her time, leaving her with the suspicion that he was deliberately limiting her contact with Earth's hero.
Oh how right she was.
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Vegeta was on a mission.
His daughter and Kakarott had been eyeballing one another for the past three few and it was grating on his nerves.
He kept her busy as much as he could; training, sparring, having her join Trunks when he told them about their Saiyan heritage, but it wasn't enough. She always found time to talk to the idiot. He had stopped inviting Kakarott to their sparring sessions when all he would do was drool in the corner of the GR. Now though, she sat next to him during meals, casting glances his way and flirting.
He fist clenched and he slammed it into the metal wall of the Gravity room, leaving a fist-sized dent behind.
Of course Kakarott would do this! Wasn't it enough that he was stronger than him? Or that everyone threw themselves at his feet for saving the Earth?
He himself had gave his life to protect them, but were they beating down his door to thank him?
No. But he wasn't precious Goku, defender of the weak and stupid human race!
He would rather see her with a human, any human, before he would see her with that idiotic man-child.
Sighing, he sank down to the floor, his head going to his hands.
In the end, he wouldn't have any say in who she picked. He wasn't stupid enough not to notice the attraction between them, and for it to be that strong, there was something pushing it.
If they were truly meant to bond, then there was nothing he could do about it.
He just didn't understand why it had to be him.
He could have accepted the youngest Son brat! He was an idiot, yes, but he hadn't personally done anything to him like his stupid father had. And he wasn't so bad, he supposed. Gohan had definitely got the brains in the family, yes, but he was a good kid.
Was this his punishment for his past? How could he willing let that – that Baka get anywhere near his daughter?
He sighed deeply, truly understanding for once how cruel of a bitch Karma really was.
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Willow sat by the sliding glass doors that led to the small balcony in her room. Sighing, she kicked off her shoes, slumping back in the supple leather armchair, trying to ease some of the stress from the day.
Her father had been making for certain she and Goku had no time together.
At all.
As soon as she was done eating breakfast, he pulled her into the GR. They stayed in there till lunch, and when that was over, it into the large library on the second floor to talk about Saiyans. From there, it was back out to spar, and they came in at dinner.
By the time the day was over, she was too tired to talk to anyone.
She had never really been an active person. While she wasn't lazy, her idea of exercise was walking to work every day. She would sometimes go to park on the weekends and walk the hiking trails, but that was it.
Now, she was being made to train like she was going to battle.
Which she hoped like hell that it didn't come to that. She was a chicken, and she wasn't scared to admit it.
She stood up, stretching with a groan as her muscles threated to seize up.
Walking over to the balcony, she gazed out, catching sight of someone a few windows down from her.
Smiling, she dashed over to her dresser, grabbing something that would hopefully catch the older man's eye, and going to the bathroom to change.
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Goku stood out in the night air, his mind on the one thing that had been there all week.
Willow.
Sighing deeply, he leaned against the iron railings that encircled the small balcony outside of his room, looking out at the night sky.
She was the first thing his mind drifted to in the mornings, and what lulled him to sleep at night.
He didn't know what to make of it, honestly.
In all the years him and Chi-Chi, er – well whatever her name was, he hadn't felt like this. Sure, he cared about her, but not like this exactly.
Whenever he would leave to train, or even when he gave his life to try and kill Cell, he hadn't really felt anything about leaving her. He missed Gohan a lot, and it hurt him that he didn't even get to know Goten until he was five, but Chi-Chi…. He would feel a twinge of guilt every now and again over leaving her, but tha was about it.
Even when he came back to the Earth, it didn't bother him to take off for days and train, sometimes not even telling her before he left.
But just the thought of doing that now, taking off and leaving Willow here without him made his heart ache.
It scared him because he didn't even really know her. They had nothing together and he didn't even know if they ever would, but the thought was enough to cause almost paralyzing fear to hit him.
He wanted to talk to Vegeta, but the older Saiyan hadn't been that friendly lately.
Not that he ever really was to begin with, but it was almost like when he first joined them on Earth again.
He understood. This was Vegeta's daughter that he was pining over and the older Saiyan had never really liked him that much to begin with. It had taken him years to finally get him to tolerate him, and all that was about to collapse because of an infatuation.
"Goku?"
He turned, wondering how someone had snuck up on him, sucking in a breath at who it was.
"So, all alone with no one here to drag me off to train, huh?" Willow asked, making his heart flutter in his chest.
He looked her up and down, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
She wore a see-through dressing gown, with a silky, red slip underneath. Her hair was tied up loosely, a few tendrils hanging down around her face. She was barefoot, and stepped lightly on the cold balcony as she walked over to him.
She looked up, a playful smile on her lips.
"You look lonely."
He smiled back, ducking his head.
"I'm just doing some thinking," he whispered.
She nodded, wrapping her robe around her tighter. The air had a slight chill to it, but she didn't care; it was worth the look on his face when she stepped outside.
He laid his hands on her shoulders, rubbing her arms slightly, blushing like crazy.
"You're cold." He said softly, his voice and touch sending goosebumps down her body.
"I'm fine." She whispered, gazing up at him.
He brought his hand up, caressing the side of her face. He brushed back a few loose tendrils, feeling the softness of her hair.
"You're a lot younger than me," he stated, simply.
She grinned, her eyes dancing with delight.
"And you have the body, and face, of a twenty year old."
He blushed, chuckling.
"I'm only a few years younger than your father."
She shrugged, placing her hands on his chest.
"Just means you have more experience than me."
He blushed even harder, making her laugh.
"I didn't mean that way, you pervert!" she exclaimed, laughing harder.
"I don't really care how old you are, Goku..." she whispered when she calmed down. "Besides, I would have never known if you hadn't told me; you don't act like an old guy," she giggled.
He frowned, shaking his head.
"That's because I'm not responsible. That's what Chi-Chi said, anyways. She –"
Willow placed her finger over his lips, silencing him.
"I don't really care what Chi-Chi thought, or said, about you." She said, grinning sheepishly. He nodded, a small smile breaking out.
"Like I said, the age doesn't bother me. None of it does. I don't care that you have kids, don't care that you were married before, nada nada nada." She laughed, moving in closer to him. He unconsciously mirrored her actions, stepping closer until she almost flush against him.
A shudder went through her that had nothing to do with the cold. Her hands trailed up his chest, clasping behind his neck.
"Goku…"
He felt his stomach tighten at the sight of her leaning against him, her lips parted, waiting for him to –
His lips pressed against hers softly.
As cheesy as it sounded, everything seemed to stop for her. It was like the entire world stopped to let them have this moment.
Feeling his tongue slip across her bottom lip tenderly, she moaned, opening her mouth to give him entrance.
His hands tangled in the sheer material of her robe, coming to rest on her bottom where he cupped her behind, lifting her against his body and deepening the kiss.
She wrapped her body around his, feeling hot desire shoot through her, and her core dripping with want.
He hazily wondered how to get them back into his room, his mind supplying sinful thoughts of what he wanted to do to her once she was in his bed. But just as he started to lift her into his arms, his mind cleared, reminding him to slow it down.
He broke the kiss, closing his eyes and laying his head against hers, breathing hard.
"We can't do this..." he said, trying to clear his mind.
She settled her feet back on the ground, and began kissing his neck, making his hands tighten once again around the sheer material of her robe.
"Why ever not?" she chuckled, sending tingles down his body. He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently forcing her to stop.
"Because Vegeta…" he whispered, hoping she understood. He couldn't think straight when she kissed him.
She narrowed her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.
"I am a grown woman! Besides, I know what I want, and from the way you've been kissing me, I think you want it too..." she smirked.
He felt his resistance start to crumble as she licked her lips, her pink little tongue darting out. Before he knew it, they had locked lips once more, his hands roaming down her body.
A moment of clarity came and broke away again, making her groan in frustration.
"What is it now?" she grumbled, glaring up at him.
"We can't… we need to wait, okay?" he whispered. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
"I can't think when you kiss me..." he whined, making her smile slyly.
"Then don't think," she said, running her hands down his chest.
He pushed her back gently, shaking his head.
"I can't Willow… Vegeta... It's taken a long time for him to let me be his friend... I can't break his trust like this."
Her face went blank and she stepped back away from him.
"Fine, don't worry about it." she told him, wrapping her gown around her tighter. He reached out to her, but she moved away.
"Willow, don't be like that!" he whispered, but she shook her head.
"No. I'm a grown woman, Goku. I don't know what my father has against this, because he knows you, and he knows you're a good guy! I don't get it, and I really don't care what he thinks," she said, tears falling down her unusually serious face.
"Because if we continue, I don't want us to stop." He said, reaching out and touching her arm. When she didn't move, he continued.
"Did – did they explain what being Saiyan means to you at that place?" he asked her softly. She shook her head.
"Not really. They said there were others, along with my father that would explain everything."
He sighed, leaning against the railing and pulling her close enough to wrap his arms around her waist.
"When Vegeta came back to Earth after our fight with Freeza, and he stopped trying to fight me every time he saw me, "he laughed, making her chuckle softly, "He told me about our race. He wanted to know how I could be with my wife without being bound to her."
She looked up at him, confusion written on her face.
"When we find someone we really care about, we form a bond with them. We can be with other people," he said, blushing, "But when we find the one, we form the bond. That bond can never be broken, even with death. If we – if we continue the way we're going, I – I would want to bond w-with you." He said, ducking his head.
She looked shocked. Did she feel the same about him, she wondered. Searching her feelings, she felt a pull of emotion towards the man. More so than she had felt for anyone else. She smiled then, tilting her head slightly.
"And what would be so horrible about that? I'm sure my father would be happy to know the man I was bound to."
Goku sighed, kissing her on the head lightly.
"I don't know. He doesn't like me very much, Willow. And with everything that has been happening, I think he's liking me less and less. I just don't want to betray his trust. If we do b-bond, I want his blessing. I won't do so without it."
She pulled away from him and he looked up at her narrowed eyes.
"While I understand about not wanting to betray his trust, I don't get why it all comes down to whether or not he agrees with it. I'm the one you would be with, not him. Like I said before, I'm a grown woman. I damn sure don't need my father's permission to be with someone!"
She sniffled, going to leave, but turning back to him at the balcony door.
"Do what you want, Goku. I'm not waiting around forever. I laid my feelings out for you, which was hard enough. I love my father, but he's not me. He would never like anyone I was with, no matter who they were and you had better get used to that. You won't give me what I want? Fine, I'll find it with someone else." She said, before turning and walking from the room.
Goku felt his stomach tighten in anxiety.
Surely she wouldn't do that? Right? She was just mad at him.
He straightened up, walking back into the room. He sat on the bed and began to pull his shoes off, when there was knock at the door. He told them to come in and the door opened, revealing a glaring Bulma.
She shut the door behind her, turning to glare at him with her hands on her hips.
"Really, Goku? You really had to tell her that?" she asked.
He looked confused.
"Tell who what?
She rolled her eyes.
"Willow, Goku. She just now told me that you said that until Vegeta gave you his blessing that you wouldn't be with her."
He lowered his head, making her curse.
"Dammit Goku! I know you care about her! I know that you spend every waking moment looking at her, talking to her, or thinking about her! I love Vegeta, but he's a hard ass! He would never give you his blessing because he would see it as a weakness!" she ranted, making him feel worse by the minute.
"Willow is this close," she said, holding two fingers up, almost touching, "this close to walking off and finding someone else."
His eyes narrowed, but Bulma shook her head.
"No, you can't tell her that you won't have her, and then demand she doesn't see anyone else."
He growled, glaring at her.
"I'll tear anyone who gets near her apart!" he snarled.
Bulma took a step back, never seeing him act this way before. But her anger took over once more, spurring her on.
"Then do something about you idiot! You don't want her with anyone else? Then go for it! Vegeta will get over it after a while!" she yelled.
But Goku shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I can't betray Vegeta's trust like that, Bulma! If I do, then everything he's said about me will be true! It's taken me this long to get him to partially trust me; I don't want to do anything until he tells me it's alright with him."
Bulma was speechless.
"So you'll lose her all because Vegeta might not be your friend?" she asked incredulously.
"No, it's not that… It's… He told me once that I had taken everything from him, that I only cared about myself and what I could accomplish. If I do this – If I do this without his blessing, I think it would be the last straw…. "He explained softly, hoping that she would understand.
She did, but it didn't mean she agreed with it.
"This isn't about who is more powerful, Goku! This is someone's feelings you're playing with!" she screeched, making him wince.
When he didn't say anything, she gave a screech of frustration, stalking to the door.
"Be an idiot for all I care! But so help me Goku, you hurt my daughter and I'll find a way to hurt you!" she snarled, going out and slamming the door behind her.
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Vegeta heard her crying softly being the door, his heart clenching.
He knew it was over the idiot, but he couldn't –
He didn't know what to tell her.
If he pushed her into his arms, it would bind the third-class to his family forever. Any grandchildren she gave him and Bulma would be that – that Baka's spawn….
If he told her to move on, she would surely hate him and it would only move her closer to him.
He knocked on the door, hearing her quite sobs halt. She cleared her throat.
"What?"
He smirked at her tone.
She could never deny she was his with that attitude.
He opened the door, stepping into the darkened room. When his eyes adjusted, he saw her sitting up in bed, a small pile of tissues in her lap.
He would ask what Kakarott did later, but right now, there was something he needed to know.
"I think we need to talk."
She looked up and glared at her father, hurriedly wiping the tears from her face.
"About what?"
"You, and your life before you came here."
Her eyes widened and she paled slightly.
"There's not much to tell."
"Indulge me."
She huffed, glaring at her hands.
"I don't know where to start." She dithered, fumbling with her blanket. Vegeta raised a brow and sat next to her.
"How about the beginning?"
She made a face at him.
"Oh ha ha." She said, smirking. She sighed deeply, turning away from him.
"Fine. I grew up with my fami- well, the people that raised me were the Porters. We lived in small town outside of New York, in North America." She began.
"There was me, mom, dad, and my sister Kathrine. Kathy was a lot older than me so I didn't really know her that well. She moved out when I was five, to get away from our parents…" she muttered.
"Why?"
She rolled her eyes, "I don't know..."
He placed a steady hand on her shoulder, making her look his way.
"You're lying."
He watched as her eyes filled with tears before she began sobbing, hurling herself at him. He held her, not quite sure what to do.
"It doesn't matter! They're gone and I never have to go back there or be around them anymore!" she cried.
"It does matter! What did they do?" he asked.
When she continued to cry, he sighed deeply.
"Would you rather talk to Bulma? Would it be easier?" he asked.
She clung to him, shaking her head.
"I will stay in exchange for what happened," he said, feeling her stiffen. It might have been dirty, but he had to know what had happened to her.
She sniffled, trying to calm down.
"They abused me." She muttered, hiding her face in his shirt.
His hand came up and he began to rub her back, urging her to speak.
"That's why Kathy left….. They beat her too. We – we did keep in touch at first, b-but our parents moved me away after she left… I left when I was seventeen and moved out to the city to stay with her…" she said, her tears calming. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, looking up at him.
"She was supposed to meet me at the train station, but instead of her, it was my parents…" she said, her voice quivering slightly.
"They told me that she didn't want me and that it was my fault that they hit me…. They tried to get me to go back with them but I ran off."
He felt his blood boil at the thought of someone hitting her. Feeling him tense up, she misinterpreted it, thinking he was angered by her weakness.
"I couldn't stop them from hitting me… those doctors told me that when I was transported to that dimension, they locked my powers away…. They only broke the bind when they found me to send me back," she told him, almost begging him to believe her, and that she had tried.
She flinched when he put a finger under her chin, lifting her face to look at him. His eyes were shining with tears.
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that… I-If I had been there….. Maybe if I had demanded your mother come with us…." He whispered, his heart hurting. She began sobbing again, throwing her arms around his neck.
"No! Don't blame yourself! I don't blame myself for what happened, so neither can you! Shit happens sometimes that isn't right, but you just have to get passed it!" she sobbed into his shoulder, making him hold her tighter to him.
Neither saw Bulma hidden at the door, tears rolling down her face. She watched as father and daughter clung to one another and cried, her own heart breaking at what she had heard.
She crept back, leaving them to their talking.
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"Well, I hid for the first month. I didn't know if they were still looking for me or what," she explained, smiling slightly as her father rubbed his hand down her hair.
They had been talking for close to an hour now, but neither noticed the time.
"After that, I ended up in a shelter. When they found out I was seventeen, they debated on turning me over to child services, but I was so close to eighteen, they just decided to let me stay. They helped me find a job, and I was out of there about six months later. I got an apartment and was still there when they sent me back." She said, sighing against him.
"My old life was boring." She laughed, feeling a rumbling chuckled come from him. "I didn't do anything special or go anywhere amazing; I just lived." She said, simply. "To me, though, it was amazing."
"Then, after I finally had a normal life, I get sent here," she snorted, making him chuckle.
"I'm glad you got sent here," he laughed, his fingers combing through her hair. She sighed, and he looked down at her, seeing the saddened look on her face.
"What is it?"
She peered up at him, not sure how to say what she wanted.
"Dad, what do you really think of Goku?"
Vegeta stiffened, setting up a little straighter.
"Why?"
She snorted at the guarded tone.
"Because I care for him and he – he wants to wait until he gets your blessing before we – before we form any sort of relationship." She said, feeling him relax slightly.
His mind spun at her words.
Kakarott was holding back to satisfy him?
There had to be a reason… the idiot was probably looking to get a pat on the back for being noble….
He felt Okara shift in his arms and looked down at her.
"Well?"
He snorted softly, shifting his eyes form hers.
"He's an idiot, daughter…. You – you could do some much better than him!" he huffed.
She sat up, glaring at him.
"Oh really, Father? And whose opinion would that be? Yours?" she snipped, making him smirk, "Answer me this, then; Are you the one that is in lo- that cares for him? Are you the one that will be kissing and slee-"Vegeta covered her mouth with his hand, making a retching sound as she giggled.
"Don't – I don't even want to know! " he growled, shaking his head and rubbing the heels of his hands against his eyes, as if trying to crush the image it provoked.
He huffed, slumping back against the headboard, his daughter still shaking with laughter.
"Well, my night is ruined," he intoned calmly, making her snort. He kissed the top of her head, untangling himself from her and getting up, walking over to the door while she chuckled.
"Give me some time on the issue with Kakarott, Okara… I – I need to think on it…" he said, giving her a soft smile.
She nodded, sobering at his words.
"Alright, but I'll be asking again and again until you cave," she smiled, "Goodnight, Father." She said, airily, making him snort.
"Goodnight, Daughter."
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Goku spent more time in the shower, taking care of his problem, then he did outside his room anymore.
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He had been avoiding her for a while now.
She knew it was because of his feelings, but that made it hurt all the more. When she did see him he would stare at her to the point of making her blush with their intensity. It didn't help that he constantly smelled like, well… sex.
She noticed it a few nights after the night on the balcony. As first, when she realized what the smell coming from him was, she felt her temper rise, thinking that he was just toying with her feelings, and seeing someone on the side.
But there was no other scent on him, just his own.
That stunned her.
She'd had boyfriends. She had broken up with the longest lasting one right after her depression had set in months ago, a sweet guy named David. He had even begun staying with her at her apartment before she sent him packing.
But none of them had ever… done that… because of her, or if they did, not to this… degree.
If it wasn't driving her insane, she would have laughed. The poor man spent almost every waking moment locked in his room, or if he did venture out, as soon as he saw her he ran for it, hands covering his front.
But, it didn't help the hurt she was feeling.
Even Vegeta had noticed, actually cutting her some slack during their training.
Trunks saw as well, deciding it was time for her to relax.
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She wasn't sure whose idea it was to get drunk.
Trunks had pulled her down to the living room after midnight, pressing a bottle in her hand with a grin.
"Come on, sis…. You know you wanna," he taunted, that smirk, just like their fathers, she might add, on his face.
She chugged the bottle half-way down amid cheers from her brother and Goten, sputtering at the burn when it went down her throat.
Trunks snorted, grabbing it from her and downing the rest, never batting an eye.
This turned it into a competition, the siblings trying to see who could out drink who, to the amusement of Goten. Loosening up for the first time in weeks, Willow set back, watching her brother and his friend dance drunkenly around the living room, snorting with laughter.
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Goten didn't make it passed the fourth round, passing out on the couch. Using him as a human canvas, Trunks began drawing on his face, passing Willow one of the permanent markers to add her own touch.
Leaving the demi-Saiyan looking like an emo drag queen, they stumbled their way into the kitchen, raiding their father's stash of beer.
Trunks fought gravity, flinging himself into one of the kitchen chairs, grabbing the table and holding on as the room spun. Willow apparently found this hilarious, howling with laughter, and missing her seat completely, ending up sprawled on the tile floor.
Trunks held his arm out to her, pulling her up off the floor and forcing her into a chair.
"Hey… where's Goten?" she asked, looking around. Trunks shook his head, trying to remember how to talk, when she lifted her beer, peering underneath it.
"Gotennnn!" She called, making the purple-haired youth burst out laughing. She shrugged when he wasn't there, lifting the bottle and chugging half of it in one go. Slamming it back down onto the table, she pointed at Trunks, going cross eyed.
"If we lost him, you gotta tell Goku! If I lose his kid, he won't have babies with me!" she exclaimed, looking drunkenly concerned. "Hey!" she smiled happily, patting Trunks on the head, "That means Goten will be my son!"
By now, Trunks was red in the face and wheezing with laughter, keeping a tight hold on the table.
"Oh GOD! I GOT OUR SON DRUNK AND THEN LOST HIM!" she wailed, banging her head on the surface.
Trunks poked her.
"Sis, he's in the couch!"
Willow blanched, staggering up on her feet.
"THE COUCH ATE HIM?"
Trunks slapped his hand over her mouth, tears rolling down his face as he laughed.
He got her calmed down, getting her to sit back down.
"You'll wake dad and he'll take our booze!" he admonished, pushing her beer back towards her.
She laughed, grabbing the bottle and staring at it with interest.
"Hey! You remember that time you killed Freeza?" she asked him, smiling goofily.
He snorted.
"What are you talking about?" he garbled, holding his head so it would stop spinning.
"That was my favorite episode," she giggled drunkenly.
"No more for you," Trunks slurred, taking the beer from her. She tried to grab it a few seconds to late, and huffed.
"You're just like dad." She said, making him laugh.
"Nooooooo…. I'm nice. I was the one that bought the booze!" He giggled.
She drunkenly stood, swaying side to side.
"Hey. Hey..." she said, poking him in the head. He tried to slap her hand away, only managing to smack his own face.
"What?" he said, looking at her cross eyed.
"I'm gonna find Goku…"
"Why?"
She laughed, patting him on the head.
"You're too young to know why..."
He burst out laughing again, laying his head on the table. Before she even made it to the stairs, she heard him snoring.
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She knocked on the door, hearing him telling her to come in.
She opened it, tripping as she went in. He was beside her in a flash, trying to help her up, making her laugh.
She pushed the door closed, smiling drunkenly up at him.
"Guess what?" she whispered, almost knocking him out at with the alcohol on her breath.
"I'm drunk," she giggled, leaning in and kissing his cheek.
He laughed, having to hold her up.
"I see that."
She wobbled over to his bed and lay down, sighing loudly.
"Gokuuuuu," she sung, making him smile.
He came over and sat next to her.
"You can't stay, Willow." He whispered, brushing her hair out of her face.
"But I don't want to be alone..." she whined.
He shook his head.
"What if Vegeta came in here and saw us?"
She pouted, taking his hand and holding it tightly.
"I don't care… I told him I like you… why don't you like me back?" she asked, looking heartbroken.
"I do! I just can't be with you until your father accepts me, Willow… We just need to give him time."
She laughed all of a sudden, poking a finger at his hair.
"Why's it so spikey?"
She moved her hand down to his face, running a finger down his cheek.
"You wanna know something?" she giggled as he grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"When I first saw you, I knew who you were…" she whispered.
"How?" he asked, confused.
She giggled even harder.
"Back in my world, you were a cartoon!" she laughed. He sat up a little, tilting his head to the side.
"What do you mean?"
"I watched you fight on TV…. "She slurred, patting his face. "You were a cartoon show... They said at the facili –facili-," she tried pronouncing," At the damn place that they had been watching you guys for years..." she cracked up, rolling over onto her back.
Goku shook her a little bit, getting her to pay attention to him.
"Why though? Willow, did they say why?" he asked, nudging her gently.
She looked up at him, smiling.
"I don't know…. I thought they were crazy," she laughed again.
"You know what else?" she whispered.
His heart beat loudly in his chest, wondering what else they had been doing.
"I had a crush on Goku when I was a kid..." she whispered. "Shhh… don't tell Goku I said that..." she mumbled, "I used to get hot watching him…He was what helped me through puberty..." she giggled drunkenly. She looked up at him, squinting.
"You look just like him..."
He watched as she sat up a little, pushing him onto his back.
She slid her body down his, making him moan when she took his already hardened arousal in her hand, pumping it gently through the fabric of his pants.
"W-Willow…we –we gotta s-stop," he panted, but didn't try to impede her.
She smiled and in one swift motion, had him freed from his pajama bottoms. She moaned at the sight of his length, sitting up on her elbows over top of him.
"I don't wanna… You look like him… I wanna do something, k'? Be still." she slurred.
He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, watching in fascination as she took him, all of him, in her mouth, moaning around his shaft. His head flew back against the pillows and his back arched up to her.
She grabbed his hips, sucking him hungrily. He buried his hands in her hair, thrusting into her mouth.
His eyes rolled back in his head as she pleasured him. He had NEVER felt anything like this! His hips began bucking and she wrapped her arms around his legs, letting him thrust into her mouth. He came quickly, with a stifled shout, feeling her throat flex around him as she swallowed his seed. She licked him clean, making him hard again by the time she finished and raised her head to smile seductively at him.
She crawled up his body, pulling off her top as she went, and straddled him, laying her chest in his face.
"Goku….. Make me cum…." She whispered, moving her hips against him.
His mind went blank for a second as she moaned and thrust on top of him. He finally got his bearings and flipped them over, landing on top of her.
Bonding was only if you had sex, right? He wondered to himself, looking down at the writing woman beneath him. He wasn't very experienced at sex; Chi-Chi had withheld it for a very long time, and even if he did manage to talk her into it, it was always the same, no touching, just doing it. But he remembered a magazine he had saw at Master Roshi's years ago.
He had almost died of embarrassment when he had saw it.
But what the guy was doing to the woman… well, he could try, couldn't he?
He sat on his knees and grabbed her shorts, pulling them off of her, followed by her panties.
He knelt down between her legs and she moaned before he even began, making him smile a bit smugly.
He slid his tongue up her slit experimentally, making her legs fall limply to the side. He felt a shiver of desire run through him at the taste of her and grabbed his hardened arousal, pumping slowly. He teased her, making her back arch up to him, and when he pushed his tongue inside of her, she grabbed his hair, thrusting her hips up to his mouth.
He moved back up, finding a tight little bud at the top of her slit and took it into his mouth, sucking lightly. She began shaking, begging him to keep going as she grinded against his tongue. She came, moaning his name breathily as he licked up her essence. He felt his own release building and came, hard, slowly kissing her core. He got up and lay at her side, leaning over to take her lips in his, kissing her deeply.
She moaned against him, tangling her fingers in his hair. "I love you… Don't tell Goku..." she whispered, making him laugh quietly.
"I won't."
"Why doesn't Goku love me?" she whispered, her voice already sounding sleepy. He pulled her against him, wrapping her in his arms and snuggling close.
"He does love you... More than he thought possible," he whispered in her ear.
"No, if he did he'd tell me… Maybe I'm not good enough for him..." she mumbled. She gave a light snore a moment later.
He hugged her tightly to him, kissing her face, letting sleep take him as well, hoping that Vegeta would see just how much he loved her and give him a chance.