A/N: I know it seems like I'm already ending this but I'm not. I don't want anyone to know about what's going on between Marron and Goku for a while. There'll be some hints that people have an idea, but no one is going to outright accuse them of it. That would suck, considering their whole relationship is just starting now. I have to admit, this story is turning out longer than I thought. Also need to mention that I won't be updating as much-maybe once a week. I need to buckle down for school.

Warnings: Lime.

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

-MalRev

Spectre

16

"Marron? Are you home?"

The hazy veil of sleep began to slip away and I blearily opened my eyes only to be greeted by a blinding sliver of sunlight. I groaned and tried to turn away but a heavy arm lying across my ribs made that impossible. Confused, I grabbed at the stranger's fingers to see if I could remember just from how they felt—somewhat rough and bulky. The body beside me shifted and they yawned into my neck.

"G'mornin'," Goku mumbled, pulling me closer as he stretched his legs until they cracked. "Let's go back to bed. G'night."

It was so warm under the sheets that I strongly considered doing what he said and falling back asleep. I could miss another day of school, right? We could lie in bed all day again—

There were feet on the landing.

"Marron?" called the voice. "Don't tell me you're still asleep."

I sat bolt upright in bed as I recognized who it was. My heart rate climbed as his heavy footsteps moved down the hallway. Why was he here? How did he get in my house to begin with?!

"Uh… coming!" I called when the door handle began jiggling.

"Well hurry up," Goten said. "Why did you lock this? Scared of burglars?"

Goku smiled stupidly at me as I hopped out of bed and raced to throw on clothes, hoping I looked at least slightly presentable. I hurried wildly around the room in my haste and nearly screamed when Goku sat up to show that my bed sheets had been torn beyond repair. How had I not noticed? We'd been lying on them all day! God, that'd be a tip-off to Goten that something was up.

I threw Goku's shirt at him and he frowned. His eyes snapped to the door when the handle started wiggling again and his frown became even more aggravated. He grabbed my arm when I was fixing my hair, tugging me close so his lips were to my ear. I didn't have time for his nonsense.

"What?!" I hissed, struggling to keep my voice low.

The Saiyan pursed his lips. "I'm going to get changed and come back. Don't worry. I won't be gone for very long, especially if Chi-Chi's… busy."

Goten pounded on the door impatiently and I shoved Goku toward the window until he finally used instant transmission to leave the room. The elephant in the room was gone so I quickly yanked off my ruined sheets and stuffed them under the bed mere seconds before Goten broke my door open.

I whirled around, indignant. Was he serious? "What the… you can't do that!"

"Sorry," he said. "I thought I felt another energy presence in here and I wanted to make sure you were okay." He stuck his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, narrowing his eyes. "Are you hiding someone in here? It smells sort of weird."

"No, and I'd appreciate if you could wait at the front door like a normal human being." I folded my arms, equally as annoyed. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. Bulla wanted me to pick you up for school because she thinks you're still mad at her. You shouldn't be. She says stupid things and has quite the imagination."

"I'm not mad," I said. "I could care less. I also don't need an escort to school every morning."

He leaned over to look past me at the underside of my bed. "Why'd you stuff your sheets there? Is there something I should know? We're all looking out for you since you're living on your own so I can't let you keep boys here at night. I think you know that. Why don't you take those sheets out so I can see?"

I clenched my hands into fists. He'd broken into my house and now he was chastising me like I was a small child. Goten was even worse than his father. How did Bulla put up with dating him? She was right; he was pushy to an annoying degree and thought everything belonged to him. Having a lot of money didn't mean he could tell me what to do.

Goten took a step closer and I moved back, rooting my feet to keep him from slipping by me. He cocked an eyebrow, withdrawing his hands from his pockets to set them on his hips. I squared my shoulders and glared up into his black eyes defiantly. It made me think of looking into Goku's eyes.

Neither of us blinked for a while. I was surprised that Goten broke before me: he rocked back on his heels and laughed, running a hand through his spiky hair. Before I could enjoy winning the staring content, he put a hand on my shoulder and promptly pushed me down so I was sitting on the edge of my bed. He set his other hand on the opposite shoulder and leaned in close to my face. His breath smelled like cigarettes and peppermint.

"Tell you what," he said, "I'm willing to work out a deal with you."

"No. I'm not making any deals with the likes of you. How about you run along before I tell your father you broke into my bedroom?"

He grinned. "Marron, you don't know how to bargain. I put an offer on the table and you try to threaten me into taking it off. No, this is push and pull, not obliteration. Goku won't lay a finger on me as long as mom is around. So, like I was saying before: I'm willing to work out a deal with you."

"I don't care. No deal. Ever."

"I'm being very generous. I just want one teensy thing from you—" He tapped the tip of my nose with his fingertip "—and you can do whatever you want. I promise it won't be that bad."

"One teensy thing? Why do I have a feeling you're lying?"

"All you have to do is lie back, close your eyes, and keep your mouth shut. Easy stuff."

"No," I snapped. "I'm not that stupid. Get out of my room before I tattle on you."

The doorbell rang a few times downstairs, breaking the tension. Goten stood in front of me as still as a statue until we heard the door groan open. He grabbed my upper arm roughly and pulled me so close I could see the individual facets of black in his irises. The tight smile on his face was long gone.

I glared at him. I would never give in.

"I always get what I want," he hissed, venom dripping from his lips.

The sound of cracking joints broke our gazes apart once again.

Goku was standing in my doorway with a big smile on his face. Now he was dressed in his training uniform, complete with the weighted blue boots. He finished snapping the joints in his fingers and twisted his neck a few times until several of the bones popped in unison.

"What're you doing here?" he asked innocently, eyes directed at the back of his son's head.

Goten put on a smile and turned to face his father. "Oh, nothing. I was just bringing Marron to school."

"Were you now? Well I'm here so you don't need to worry about it. I think your mother wanted you to pick up a pie anyway. Thanks for helping out."

"You're welcome," Goten said. "I'll see both of you around, I guess."

He left without another word, answering a call as he walked down the hall. Goku stood stone still until the front door shut then finally exhaled a sigh of relief. I flopped back on my bed and wondered about Goten's threat—did he know something was going on between his father and me? I doubted it. He knew I was doing something but he had no idea what. He'd still be sniffing around too much.

My bed creaked as Goku sat down beside me and placed a hand on my knee. I stared up at the ceiling, ruminating over how dumb I had turned out. Both of us were taking enormous risks. Sooner or later, someone would find out about what we had done and we'd both pay the price.

I felt his inquisitive eyes on me. He was unsure now, worried about his son's appearance. It wasn't in Goku's nature to be aggressive with the people he cared about. Was I bringing out something long buried? I wished I only wanted an occasional night with him. I really tried to convince myself that I didn't want anything more from our rendezvous.

"I told you I'd wreck your sheets," he said.

Oh, who was I kidding? I wanted something more; something concrete and safe. He was the safest person for me to be with.

I reluctantly switched my eyes to Goku's. They were so black that you almost couldn't see his pupils. But when he smiled, they lit up so bright it was hard to see anything else. He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. My heart gave a little leap. How much more pathetic could I get?

Roll over and die, Marron.

"I'll buy you new ones," he continued. "But next time we'll take them off the bed. I guess we got too distracted to remember." His grin widened, then fell a few seconds later. "Hey, you look sorta pale. You feeling alright?"

When I didn't respond he frowned and very carefully pulled me into his arms, supporting me against his broad chest. He pressed the back of his palm to my forehead and touched his own right after. His frown became so pronounced that his lower lip puckered out.

"Oh… guess that won't work. Humans are colder than me. Um, you look sick so why don't you stay home from school today? Then you'll have the whole weekend to recuperate and you'll feel much better for school on Monday. Maybe we're both sick. Can humans and Saiyans get sick the same way?"

I stared up at him. God, he was perfect.

Goku blinked at me a few times, clearly expecting a reply, then laughed and kissed my forehead. "That's a better question for Bulma. I'm gonna go home and get a few things from my house for you. Chi-Chi makes really good soup so maybe she can cook a pot for us. You just stay right here and wait for me, 'kay? Try not to move around too much."

"Wait," I said as he set me back down, "how long will you be gone?"

"Umm… probably a few hours. Don't worry, I'll make sure we don't have any more uninvited guests. I'll talk to Chi and make sure she tells Goten not to break in to people's houses when they're trying to sleep. I was getting pretty comfortable to be honest."

"You should stay. Goten knows something's up so he might come back before you."

"I'm sure he won't," Goku said, getting to his feet.

I was grasping at straws. I felt fine and I didn't want him to leave. He was supposed to stay with me all the time, not phase out when he wanted to. Chi-Chi was probably preoccupied with Yamcha, anyway.

I sat up quickly and grabbed his arm just as he raised his fingertips to his forehead. "Wait! What if… what if you go home and Yamcha's there?"

Goku froze. I immediately regretted saying it—now I was getting involved in his personal life and that wasn't any of my business. Before I could say anything more, his expression hardened over, drawing his eyebrows together angrily. His hand dropped to his side and he wound his fingers through mine.

"You're right," he said. He was glaring at the floor, unmoving. "They might be… painting. I don't want to get in the way. I'm more useful here. With you."

"Well I don't want to tell you what to do. If you want—"

"No. I'd rather be here. I promised Krillin I'd take care of you and I'm not doing a good job if I leave like this, especially with Goten lurking around." He sat down heavily on the bed and leaned forward on his knees, clasping his hands together with mine in between them. He kissed my knuckle. "Chi-Chi's busy right now so I'll talk to her later."

I bit my lower lip. "Goku, maybe you should talk to her. If she's cheating on you—"

The hands grasping mine tightened in an instant, crushing my fingers until the joints cracked. I gasped in pain but tried to keep myself from screaming. Goku hadn't flinched. He didn't seem to know what he was doing and I didn't want to upset him even more. Chi-Chi was a sore spot.

"What did you say?" he asked in a low voice. "I think you misspoke."

"I was saying we should… have dinner."

"Because my wife would never do that. Right? I mean, what we did doesn't count. What we're going to do doesn't count because I'm taking care of you. I swore up and down that I would. So… so it doesn't count against me. I'm being a good person. So is Yamcha. He's helping Chi-Chi."

Then he spun around, pinning me to the mattress by my still raw, throbbing wrists. I couldn't even breathe. Black eyes bored holes in me. I needed to stop bringing his wife up to get my way and I needed to stop talking to or about Goten. Both of them ranked on his last nerve.

He leaned close. "Right, Marron?"

I nodded quickly. Whatever you say it fine with me.

Goku's eyes searched mine for a bit longer before he began smiling brightly again. His lips were on mine within a few seconds and I eagerly wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. Phew. I dodged a bullet. If I ended up scaring him off, I didn't know what I'd do.

He held my wrists down and I felt the warm lump pressing between my legs. I squirmed excitedly. Was he going to do it again? I thought he said never again after the first time.

"You're mine," he said.

It was probably the third time I'd heard him say it. It went in one ear and out the other. I took it as more of a compliment; a way for me to feel special. I impatiently curved my legs around his waist, hoping he'd get to the point instead of talking. We'd have plenty of time to chat after when I was dozing off against his chest and he was panting while he stroked my hair.

"I'll make you feel good. Promise you'll let me."

"Do that thing again."

He cocked his head. "Hm? D'you mean this?" He began slowly rocking into me, teasing my nerves with the vague contact. "If you want me to, I need you to promise it's okay."

"Of course it's okay," I said, struggling to move closer to him.

My bed creaked as he grinded into me with the same deliberate movements. Whatever he was doing, he knew exactly how to move. I tugged on the back of his shirt as the coiled spring in my belly started recoiling again, gradually bringing me towards the edge I had teetered on the day before. I moaned without bothering to keep my voice in check. It felt so good. So natural.

Goku rested his forehead on mine. His eyes were closed. "Forgive me."

"Huh?" I murmured. I was too caught up in the tingling pleasure to listen.

He stopped suddenly, making me painfully aware of the throbbing between my legs. I felt half-crazed with desire. I wanted him and he had to keep talking and messing it up. He hesitated and pulled back to look at me, making my heart leap. He looked just as insane as me.

"I want to feel you," he said. "Take off your pants."

"W-what?" I stammered as his hands slid down to my belt.

"You heard me. Didn't you want to do this the other day? Well I'm sick of this and I wanna feel you better, and your underwear is much thinner than your pants. I'll leave that on, though. I get really… uh…" He paused, scratching his head in thought. "Over… stim… oh, I don't know. I stop thinking and just sort of push it in right here."

My cheeks must have turned bright red when Goku casually patted the crux of the point between my legs; the place that always felt hottest. He smiled effortlessly and my belt hissed out of the loops, forgotten on the floor seconds later. The button on my pants slipped out of place, I heard my zipper being pulled down, and he hooked his hands on the hem of my jeans. He tugged them down a few inches, only exposing the peak of my hip bones.

I stared at him. He was leading the way now. I was in foreign territory.

Goku pulled my pants down past my thighs and gripped my hips, running his thumbs over my blue panties. The blue sash around his waist was already loosened and I wanted to see more. Soon we'd be even closer than before. I could scarcely sit still as I waited for him to make a move.

"Maybe… maybe we can once," he said without looking up. "I mean, you want to, right? I want to show you how good it feels."

We can as many times as you want.

Trembling with anticipation, I reached down to touch his hands. Goku swallowed. He was wrestling with the enormity of what he was suggesting. It was nice to know he had such a strong moral code but it was also very frustrating. If he was anything like mom's brother used to be—

"No," he said flatly. "No. I can't do that. Only this."

I wanted to scream. My pants were back up in a flash and he was rubbing into me again fervently, making my anger dissipate quickly. Soon the tension snapped with the same intensity as before and I arched against him, moaning as it reverberated through me. The same thing happened to him seconds later and we were both once again lying in a sweaty, panting mess of limbs.

Goku rolled over on his back, exhaling loudly. "Geez, that was too close for comfort. You gotta be quiet when I'm doing that or it's hard for to slow down." He looked at me with a lopsided smile. "I'm not used to hearing so much out of a girl. Next time I'll cover your mouth and you can be as loud as you want."

I just nodded in agreement as my pulse finally slowed. We hadn't been at it for very long but I was still sweating a little through my shirt. I managed to sit up and yanked it off, throwing it carelessly to the floor. Goku stared at me in confusion as I unhooked my bra and did the same, opting to leave my chest exposed. He'd already seen it anyway.

"You… want to again?" he asked meekly.

"No. I'm hot so I took my shirt off. Cool your jets."

His eyes were locked on my breasts. It was a bit awkward. "Oh. Right. I guess other people like being naked, too. I love being naked. Want me to show you?"

He excitedly untied the sash around his waist when we heard something clatter to the ground downstairs. Both of us sat bolt upright in bed and Goku's attitude changed in an instant.

A strange growl rumbled out of his chest. He tightened his belt and rose to his feet, hands clenched into fists. I grimaced when glass shattered and he was gone the next second, out of the room so fast that the door slammed back against the wall. I scrambled out of bed to put on a loose-fitting shirt and ran down the hall. Who was in my house now? It better not be Goten.

I hurried out to the kitchen, nearly skidding across the floor.

Goku was blocking whoever he had caught in a corner, both arms thrust out on the wall to pin them in. He glanced over his shoulder at me and I saw a flash of blue hair before Bulla pushed him out of her way, scowling. She folded her arms and stuck out her tongue at him before raising an eyebrow at me.

"What were you two up to?" she asked with a smirk.