A/N: Yeah... so... this wasn't supposed to be so freaking long. Also raised the rating to "M" after this chapter. Getting way too intense to still be classified as "T."

Warnings: Lemon; mild ickyness.

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

-MalRev

Spectre

22

Reality stung, throbbed, and otherwise caused me tremendous amounts of pain when we were back in Goku's warm house. Standing on the pads of my feet hurt so he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bathroom, gently setting me down on the sink to draw a bath. I was shivering and my teeth chattered as the heat from the bath began steaming up the window and mirror. I wanted to pull some of the twigs out of my feet but I could barely move enough to breathe without pain lancing up my ribs.

Goku turned to me and peeled off my wet shirt without a second's hesitation. Nudity didn't bother him in the least. He hoisted me into his arms, supporting me with one hand while he pulled off my pants and underwear, throwing them to the floor in a wet mess. I shuddered and clung to him desperately for heat as he carefully knelt beside the bath to set me in the warm water that immediately obscured me in bubbles. He leaned back and grinned down at me.

"I'm gonna go get changed quick and bring you some new clothes. I'll be right back."

I nodded and sank down into the warm water when he rose and left the bathroom. The soap stung at my lacerations but I was happy to be out of the cold. I craned my neck back to dip my hair in the water, gently rubbing the blood and dirt away from my scalp. It was the most relaxed I had been in a very long time. I closed my eyes as I massaged my head, trying not to worry about the missing patch of hair.

When my hair was clean, I moved on to the next thing that could be fixed: the twigs and sticks stuck in the soles of my feet. I tried to remove a few but they were burrowed under my skin and didn't want to move anywhere, leaving me hissing in pain. Defeated, I leaned back in the tub and sighed. Maybe they'd be pushed out when my skin started growing back. That or I'd have to go to the hospital.

The bathroom door opened again and Goku appeared, wearing black sweatpants and a blue t-shirt with an orange shirt draped over his arm. He shut the door and set the orange shirt on the sink, kneeling beside the tub with a big smile on his face. I smiled back weakly—I was completely naked and that was more than a little embarrassing. Still, Goku really didn't care about clothes. He wasn't flustered in the least by my nakedness.

He leaned on the edge of the tub, resting his chin in his palm. "You look better already. Not that you ever look bad but… well, y'know what I mean. Your feet must hurt pretty bad since you didn't put shoes on before you left." He idly reached down to swirl the water with his finger.

"Yeah there's some stuff under my skin but it'll probably fall out on its own. I tried pulling some of it out but it hurts way too much."

"I'll get it out for you!" he said brightly.

Before I could protest, one his hands shot under the water and tickled the underside of my foot. I jolted back as he rapidly yanked out the twigs, leaving me no time to feel the pain or even notice it happening. Soon he moved on to the other foot and I found myself floating in a pool of twigs and dirt rather than wonderful soapy water. Goku beamed at me as I folded my arms over my chest to preserve my modesty. He could be a surgeon with that kind of dexterity and speed.

"Uh… thanks," I said, wincing when the bottoms of my feet began to throb painfully. "I should probably get out and put some hydrogen peroxide on these cuts before the dirt settles back in. I bet you'd like to avoid a trip to the hospital as much as I would."

He nodded and reached into the water again, gripping my waist in both hands to lift me out of the tub. I gasped in shock and immediately started shivering from the cold again. He set me on the floor and wrapped a towel around me so I could dry myself off while he tenderly patted my hair dry. When he was done, he used the same towel to fluff his own hair until it started returning to normal.

I clutched the towel around myself but Goku pulled it away and threw it on the pile of dirty things. He circled me once or twice, poking and prodding at different cuts and injuries on my body before standing in front of me with his hands on his hips. I felt terribly small. I was lucky that he was such a good person or the whole situation could've been very bad.

"Everything looks pretty clean," he said, holding my head still with both hands so he could check out the bald patch. "This is the only thing I'm worried about but I think it'll be fine. You should probably wear hats and stuff to protect it for a few weeks. Man, when I get my hands on Goten…"

"I don't know if you'll be able to find him when my mother's through." I crossed my legs and cleared my throat, gesturing with my chin to the orange shirt. "Mind if I put that on now?"

"Hm?" he murmured. He sounded distracted but I couldn't see him face to know for sure. He turned around to face the sink and smacked himself in the forehead. "OH, I'm sorry! I don't have any underwear you can use but this should do the trick until we can get your stuff from your house. Sometimes I forget that not everyone likes being naked."

"It's okay. If it wasn't so cold I wouldn't mind."

Goku hesitated just before he grabbed the shirt. He flexed his hand for a moment, then turned back to face me with an excited expression on his face. "Y'know, if you're cold, it would probably be better for both of us to be naked. I'm really warm so I can heat you up better if you don't have anything in the way. What d'you think? I'll still bring the clothes for when you feel warmer."

I nearly choked on my own spit and started coughing, growing red in the face when Goku cocked his head curiously and patted me on the back. Us?! Naked in bed?! That seemed like a horrible idea. Chi-Chi still hadn't come home to see the wreckage in their bedroom. She wouldn't be happy if she caught me in bed with her soon to be ex-husband, even if it was for… 'getting warm.' Even Goku wasn't that naïve.

I shrugged slightly, fingering my towel. "I uh… I guess so. But no funny business. We don't want Chi-Chi seeing us, let alone seeing us doing something bad. It's just until I'm warm."

He clapped his hands happily, jumping in his uncontainable joy. I still held on to the towel as we walked down the hall to the bedroom; probably the one Gohan and Goten used as kids. It was kind of weird being in their old room. Goku hummed to himself and opened the door for me when we arrived, giving an odd, furtive glance around before he followed me inside. My teeth were chattering as I dropped the towel and quickly crawled under the sheets to immediate relief. Goku might be able to leave his clothes on after all.

I turned on my back to see him pulling off his shirt and suddenly changed my mind. His muscles were so taut that I could see them flinch as he untied the sash around his waist holding up his sweatpants. They dropped to the floor and I looked away, feeling a rosy tinge coming to my cheeks. Don't panic, Marron. He's naked, not horny. Play it cool and relax until you can both put some clothes on.

The Saiyan climbed into bed beside me and eagerly reached forward to pull me against his chest, flooding my body with warmth. I kept my eyes firmly shut and made a conscious effort to keep my pelvis away from his so neither of us was tempted. But I was slowly sinking forward, drawn by the intense heat exuded by Goku's bare chest. It was perfectly smooth; I could feel the ridges of his muscles with my fingertips as I curiously pressed my palms to his skin.

One of his hands traced my spine down to my tailbone. He wasn't wearing a shirt so I couldn't awkwardly look distracted as he fanned out his fingers on my lower back and pressed me closer to his body. I closed my eyes, leaning into his warmth and strongly considering falling asleep. We could take a quick nap to brace ourselves for Chi-Chi's arrival. She would probably fight with Goku all night.

"You can sleep if you want," Goku said, winding my hair around his index finger. "I can sense her energy so she can't sneak up on us or anything. I know she wouldn't like this so it'll just make her reaction to our bedroom even worse. Jeez, I was only in there for a few minutes getting both of us clothes and I really trashed the place. Guess I don't control my temper as well as I used to. Too stressed to care about breaking a bed or a wall or a window."

I smiled as I began to doze off. Everything he said had a light, jovial tone to it. Goku was rarely serious and even when he was it still sounded too halfhearted to be intimidating. He was friendly and safe and so warm that I couldn't imagine how any woman could resist him. If I had been in Bulma's shoes, I would've been jealous seeing such a great guy dating the wrong person. Not that she wasn't an eerily good match for Vegeta or anything, but Goku was just…

The hand drawing circles on the small of my back suddenly slipped over my thigh and patted me between the legs, making me jump back in surprise. Goku stared at me in shock and I was likewise looking at him for an answer as heat crept into my cheeks. What the hell was that for?!

"There's… there's nothing there!" he whispered urgently, lifting the sheets to look. "I didn't notice that! Aren't girls supposed to have hair there? Where's yours? Did it all fall out?" He pulled the covers over his head and was gone for a couple moments, only to come back with the same pale, terrified expression. "Oh no, don't tell me I did something wrong. Do I need to bring you to the doctor?"

I covered my mouth, struggling to hold back giggles. "I don't know how to tell you this, but… actually, I'm not going to. This is way funnier."

"Hey, don't laugh at me. That isn't nice." He frowned at me through the darkness, deeply disapproving of my poorly disguised chuckles at his expense.

"I'm sorry," I said. "You're right; that isn't very nice of me. It's just the way you say things sometimes kind of tickles my funny bone. I understand when guys my age don't understand because, you know, girls' bodies are still new to them, but I figured by now you would know that—"

I breathed in sharply when his fingers were abruptly prodding at my heat, sliding through moistened skin with purpose. My nails sank into his arm as his digit curiously pushed inside me, bringing mild pain and a whole new range of emotions to grapple with. It felt weird. I gritted my teeth and squirmed as his finger stretched my virgin muscles with deliberate in-and-out movements that gradually allowed him to move deeper. It felt weird, yes, but it felt pretty good.

Goku hummed quietly, barely audible over the sound of the sleeting rain against the window. Luckily for me the bedroom was nearly pitch black so he couldn't see the strange faces I was making as I tried to settle on an emotion. I bit my lower lip to hold in a moan as his fingertip began rubbing a very particular spot in slow circles, canceling out the pain and fanning my inner flame.

"See?" he murmured into my ear. "I know all about girls' bodies. D'you know about mine?"

I licked my lips and looked up at him, thoughts swirling with desire. "No, guess not. I don't really know… how. Is that the hard thing?"

The finger suddenly slipped out of me and I whined impatiently, but Goku shushed me, grabbing my wrist to guide my hand to his hip. He moved his hand back between my legs, watching raptly as I helplessly mewled in pleasure. Okay, so he wanted me to touch him. All I had to do was move my hand down and very gently see what I was up against. It couldn't be that bad.

My palms moved down Goku's hard body toward the crux of his pleasure; the place he wanted me most. I was desperate for release from the growing tension in my belly and didn't care about much of anything beyond that. The moment my fingers touched the hard, hot thing, Goku stiffened. I wrapped my hand around it without much thought—it was what felt normal—and tightened my grip.

Holy crap, it was big.

The thing throbbed and I remained very still as Goku began slowly rotating in my grasp, groaning and abruptly pushing a second finger inside me. I was so surprised I stopped grinding against his palm to try wrapping my head around how something so big could fit in me. I'd heard enough in health to know my body would stretch but… how?! It was long and thick.

That didn't last for long. I had a feeling that the same burning need was growing in him and refused to go away until the tension was freed. Goku suddenly rolled over, pinning me underneath him and granting me a peek at his face. I shrank back into the pillows the second our eyes met. It didn't look like him. His irises were dilated so far it made both of his eyes completely black like some kind of demon. He took my shyness as an invitation and kissed me ferociously as he thrust against me without making contact. Fear trickled in to my flame, weakening it considerably.

"I hope you're not…" I winced when he bit down on my neck and tried to shift away from his mouth. "I hope you're not trying to put that in me."

Goku grasped a fistful of my hair and seemed to think better of it, resorting to tugging and ripping at the sheets again. I'd end up bald if we actually had sex. "It'll fit. I'll make it fit."

Alarmed, I shoved against his shoulders. He was everywhere; I felt like I was being suffocated. "What?! You can't just jam it in me and hope you don't tear a vital organ! The last thing I want to do is go to the hospital because you ripped me in half!"

He pushed back. Now he was grinding against me like we used to with our clothes on, but he was frighteningly close to moving things much further. I tried to cross my legs but he held them apart with his own and growled as his tip circled my all-too willing entrance. Unfortunately, my body was looking for a human man with human proportions, not a warrior from space with a different anatomy.

Goku was panting; I could feel the sinewy cords in his arms strain as he tried to hold himself back. "C'mon, you'll barely feel it. Promise. I'm not gonna be able to make it any easier."

"Chi-Chi could be home any minute and I don't want her to walk in on us. Do you?!"

"So you want to?" he asked, cocking his head.

"Well yeah but it'd probably be better to wait and maybe use a condom—"

A big hand covered my mouth and Goku ripped the sheets with a low grunt as he abruptly tore his way into my body. The pain was inexplicable; I screamed into his palm to hard that I thought my throat would start bleeding. It was beyond unpleasant feeling him literally forcing me apart as my body struggled to accommodate his size, stretching so much that I was fully aware of it. He kissed my neck and apologized over and over as he finally buried himself up to his hilt.

My sore muscles throbbed around him as he slowly rocked back and forth, never moving more than a few inches either way. I felt horrible and disfigured. Even worse, I could feel something warm trickling down my thighs and though I tried not to think of what it was, I already knew. I'd be bleeding all over the place when we were done. Hell, I'd probably have to have surgery to put everything back together.

Goku's grip on my mouth tightened until my teeth were cutting into my lip. From the corner of my eye, I could see the whites of his knuckles as he fisted the sheets, still trying to restrain himself. It only seemed to intensify my agony and fear: would he always be on the edge during sex? Could one distraction make him slip up and literally tear me a new hole? I shuddered uncontrollably and didn't dare move as he tried to gently stretch me out. Tried and failed.

The bed creaked despite how slow he was moving. It felt like an eternity to me. I whimpered when I started tasting blood in my mouth and Goku lifted his hand only to grab a fistful of the torn sheets. He wadded them up into a ball for me to bite on, smiling sheepishly at my bewildered expression.

"I need you to be very quiet," he whispered, so close to my mouth that I could nearly feel his lips on mine. He carefully pushed the ball of fabric between my lips and kissed the tip of my nose when I bit down on it. "There. I know it hurts. It hurts me, too, because you're so tiny. But if you move and make noises, I can't focus as well. Relax. You'll get used to me."

When I nodded quickly in agreement, he hid his face in my neck, groaning through gritted teeth after every thrust. Thankfully the unspeakable pain was ebbing away to the recesses of my nerves, leaving behind nothing but comfortable numbness. I breathed evenly and closed my eyes to revel in the lack of sensation—it was definitely better than feeling like I was being ripped in half.

A few minutes later, I could feel Goku swelling inside me. He was so big it was impossible not to feel. It wouldn't have bothered me if I didn't know what that meant. Soon he'd release the tension inside me, a perfectly fertile teenage girl who was more than capable of getting pregnant. Did he know that?

But I could feel my own growing desire for release that I thought had vanished with the pain. I made soft sounds against the gag, arching my hips to meet his as his pace picked up. He was shaking his head at me but it was far too late for that—I wrapped my legs around his waist and he could only resist for a few more seconds before his hands were all over me, forsaking the safety of sheet-tearing. The gag popped out of my mouth and I was free to make all the noises I wanted.

One of Goku's hands held onto the back of my neck and the other held on to one of my breasts firmly, massaging it in rapid circles. His fingers could almost meet at the ridge of my throat. I was too close to my release to care about my windpipe being crushed like a bendy straw.

"I know I shouldn't," he managed, "but I can't… I can't stop."

"Don't worry, I can't get pregnant right now anyway," I said, thinking I knew what he was talking about. "I think. Who cares?"

Goku locked his wild, bright eyes on mine, looking mildly confused. "I mean touching you. Who said anything about… ungh, nevermind."

We both hit our peaks and all of our woes were forgotten. It was everything I remembered from the last time—intense, unforgettable pleasure jolting through every inch of my body, leaving me mewling like an excited kitten. But it had to be different for Goku. He pushed into me with all his strength (actually, it was probably a minute fraction of his strength) and violently pinned my arm to the bed.

While he grunted and emptied himself inside me, bathed in moonlight that gave his sweaty skin and ethereal appearance, I heard several loud cracks.

At first, I didn't feel anything. Goku finished with a satisfied groan and collapsed on top of me, heaving for air as his excitement faded away. I was likewise unable to breathe or feel much of anything, especially below my waist.

He kissed my temple and laughed a little. "See? It wasn't that bad. And now you're all mine. I wish I could stay in you forever but you should probably… y'know… make sure everything's okay."

I thought I'd be ready for it. I giggled and nodded, basking in the afterglow. Goku and I actually had sex. I couldn't believe it. I'd lost my virginity to a perfect man who—

My eyes flew wide open and I shrieked in agony when Goku suddenly freed himself from my body's tight grasp. Every hint of pain ravaged my nerves all at once, leaving me frozen in horrified shock. Goku panicked and covered my mouth, causing me to try grabbing his hand so I could scream properly. I quickly discovered that my hand was completely useless. Twitching my fingers brought blinding pain.

"No, no, no, I'm so sorry!" he said as he got off me. "Oh no, I must've accidentally broken your fingers—or… well, I think I broke your wrist, too. This is why I didn't want you to move! It's hard for me to control myself when you're squirming like a fish."

Oh my god, it fucking hurt.

All the fluids that were building up inside my body were now being rejected, oozing out of me like pus. I was helpless. I could only lie there and scream as Goku tried to get me to calm down. Everything hurt. My whole body was an absolute mess. I never wanted to have sex again. It wasn't worth breaking bones and feeling like an old woman in a nursing home.

"Okay… okay… um…" Goku ran a free hand through his hair, freaking out even worse than I was. He lifted the sheets and winced. "Oh man… maybe I can use instant transmission and bring you to Kami's Lookout. You can get a senzu bean and then I don't really have to move you. But what if you get dropped when we appear there? No, no, no, I don't know what to do!"

"Well would you look at this."

Delirious with pain, I could only raise my head high enough to see someone standing in the doorway of the bedroom, grinning widely. It was female. It didn't seem mad. It had a tiny bean between its fingers.

Goku turned to face the intruder with a furious snarl. He didn't attack her. He moved closer to me, pulling up the sheets protectively to hide my nakedness. "What are you doing here? Go away. Marron's not feeling well right now."

"Are you kidding? She's way beyond that." The girl tossed the bean in the air, catching it easily. "Jeez, you all get so touchy with your women after you're done fucking them. I just brought you a tasty senzu bean so she doesn't have to have her arm in a cast for the next year."

"Bulla?" I asked groggily.

The half-Saiyan stepped into the room, eyeing me sympathetically. "Yes, it's me. I knew you were gonna be stupid and do this, so I've been waiting for you two to stop. I'm guessing the Saiyan blood makes all of them ridiculously big." She peered at Goku curiously.

"None of your business," he snapped, blushing as he pulled on his sweatpants. "If you give her that then all the pain she went through will have been for nothing and I'll have to hurt her all over again. We can wish for Shenron to heal her hand and—"

"Except none of us know where the hell the Dragon Balls are. She's a human, Goku. Her body isn't able to deal with someone like you. Now give her this before she bleeds out and you have to explain to Android 18 that you literally fucked her daughter to death."

Bulla and Goku glared at each other until I screamed again as my broken hand came back to life. He growled in defeat and caught the bean when Bulla threw it to him, then knelt down beside the bed and carefully placed it in my open mouth. I bit down, grimacing at the terrible taste, and swallowed it nearly whole. The moment it hit my stomach, I could feel the healing powers working.

The blue-haired girl leaned on the dresser at the far end of the room, smirking. "Now then, I think all of us need to have a nice, long talk."