Warning: A little lime. I wouldn't call it lemon yet!
Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 13
Goku was gone when she woke up. Groaning, Trista sat up. She looked around the room for a moment. Sighing with relief when no dark, intense eyes stared back at her, she quickly got up, grabbing some clothes and heading for the shower. She made her way downstairs a half hour later, not really paying attention to where she was going, basically walking through the house on autopilot. That's probably why she didn't notice the woman sitting on the couch. She went to go past.
"So it's you!"
Trista paused. She turned around. A petite woman with raven black hair and penetrating eyes stared back at her. She saw the woman's eyes narrow, a frown on her face.
"Excuse me?"
The woman stood, slowly walking around the couch, her gaze going from Trista's head to her feet. The woman's black gaze met hers. Her facial expression didn't change. The woman folded her arms.
"So you're the new little conquest!" The woman's voice dripped with reproach. She seemed to make up her mind about something. The woman snorted.
Trista's eye's narrowed. "Look. We don't know each other, so don't be coming up to me, insulting me when you have no idea who I am. And I sure as hell don't know what your problem is!? What is it, haven't got laid lately!?" Her eyes widened. A hand flew to her mouth.
She watched the other woman's eyes widen in outrage.
"I didn't mean to say that. I don't know where that came from." Trista felt her cheeks redden. She watched the woman sputter, then quickly brush past her, hands balled into fists.
There was a chuckle behind her.
She whipped around. Goku stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his arms folded, ankles crossed.
"It's about time someone stood up to her. Everyone's always letting her say what she wants."
Trista felt her face flush again. "I didn't mean to say that last part, I don't even know where it came from!"
She saw him smirk, then straighten and slowly walk towards her. She tensed.
"Look Goku-"
"Have you had breakfast?" Goku asked, cutting her off.
She shook her head, watching him warily. He jerked his head, asking her to go with him. Trista gazed at him for a moment before following him into the kitchen.
Trista couldn't believe the change in him. It's like he's a little kid! She felt her face flush. He wasn't last night! her mind said. She watched as he goofed around with his son, throwing him in the air a few times before tickling his stomach. The room filled with peels of laughter. The woman, she came to find out was his ex-wife "Chi-Chi", glared at her throughout the meal. Can you blame her! If someone that looked like him got away, I would be pissed too! She ignored her, mostly keeping her gaze on her plate, peeking glances at the man who spent the night in her bed. Trista was still surprised at the transformation that came over him when he was around his friends. Remembering their conversation a couple days ago, she wandered why he even bothered.
"Hey, Trista!"
She looked up. Goku was studying her. She felt her face heat.
"Are you going with Bulma and Chi-Chi to the city? I think your sister was invited as well!"
Her gaze slid towards his ex-wife, noticing her clenching her jaw. Trista looked back at Goku. He had a happy, innocent look on his face, yet she noticed when his son stood up, a smirk appeared. Her eyes narrowed.
"Sure," she said, just to see his expression change. The smirk slid into a grin, his eyes laughing at her. She really didn't want to go, but she said yes just to rile him. And, she thought, to get on Chi-Chi's nerves a little.
The silence was tense as they made their way towards the city. It was almost suffocating in the car. Bulma tried to make a few attempts at conversation, but when no one responded, she gave up. Trista was thankful for small favors. They stopped and picked up her sister, which she didn't even look at.
"Hey, sis!"
Trista ignored her.
Everyone was silent, gazing out the windows, trying to ignore the tension wrapping around them.
"Maybe I shouldn't have come," Trista stated quietly.
"You've got that right!" Chi-chi said loudly from the back seat.
Breanna told her to shut up. An argument ensued between them. Finally fed up with it, Trista opened the door. Bulma slammed on the brakes.
"Trista, what are you doing!" she screeched.
Trista ignored her, slamming the door shut and walking away from the car. She heard them drive away a few minutes later. Sighing with relief, she started walking, deep in thought. Her feet stopped a couple hours later. She looked up, surprised. She had unconsciously walked back to the park, "her" bench not three feet from her. Why do I keep ending up here!? A little shaken, she sat down.
"Are you okay?"
She screamed, falling off the bench. Her knees vibrated with pain as they connected with the sidewalk. She looked up.
Goku gazed down at her, a smirk playing across his lips. He reached a hand out. She smacked him away, using the bench as leverage as she pulled herself back onto the seat.
"What do you want?" she asked tiredly. She heard him sit beside her, not looking at him, ignoring the arm he draped across the back of the bench. It was silent for a moment. She could hear the birds chirping in the trees behind them.
"I came to check on you."
She sighed. "I told you, I'm-"
"I know, a grown woman. Yada, yada, yada."
She angrily turned to face him. She studied his face for a moment. One of his eyebrows rose, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You know! You really are an asshole."
She watched the smile disappear, replaced with a frown. He narrowed his eyes at her. He moved before she could blink, her back hitting the bench as he leaned over her.
"What are you doing, Goku!"
He didn't say anything, just studied her for a moment longer before swooping down and capturing her lips.
She smacked his shoulder. Which hurt, but what else was she supposed to do! She pushed, trying to extract his lips from hers. He finally raised his head. Goku scowled down at her.
"What?" he demanded, a frustrated look on his face.
"You need to stop! We're in public!"
He studied her for a moment, eyes narrowed. He put two fingers to his forehead.
"Oh, no you don't!" she tried to struggle out from under him. "Goku! You are not-"
They landed on a mattress, her breath leaving her, making her gasp. Goku was still leaning over her, waiting for her breathing to even out before he spoke.
"There! Now we're alone." He captured her lips, firmly pinning her wrists when she tried to smack him away. He ravaged her, moaning as he rubbed his body against hers. She gasped as his lips left hers, trailing down her throat, licking her collar bone before nipping her shoulder. He let go of her wrists, putting a hand under her shirt, resting it on her stomach. She gasped at the searing heat of his skin against her own, before he moved, trailing his fingers over her ribs before grabbing one breast. She moaned when he squeezed.
"Goku," she gasped, grabbing the wrist that was under her shirt. She didn't try to jerk it away. She knew it would be useless. A muscle jumped in his jaw for a moment, before he slid a knee between her legs, opening them to settle himself between her thighs. She tensed.
"Goku," she said harshly. He gazed down at her, eyes narrowed, waiting. "Please."
He growled, capturing her lips again, his movements frantic. He threw his shirt off, grabbing hers and doing the same. Her hips lifted of their own violation, hearing him groan as she came in contact with him.
"Trista," he said gruffly.
His lips went to her neck, lapping and sucking, quickly moving to the other side. She couldn't breath, gasping as his hands went to the fastening of her jeans. Stop! Now! She grabbed his wrists.
"Daddy?"
A knock sounded on the door. Trista's eyes flew to Goku's face, wide with horror.
"Oh My God!" She scrambled, trying to get out from under him. He rolled away, letting her up, sitting on the edge of the bed as she yanked her shirt on. Goku did the same. She tugged on his sleeve.
"Get me out of here! Now!"
He studied her for a moment, before narrowing his eyes, frowning. Apparently none to happy to have her away from him again. She jerked his sleeve.
"Now Goku!" She shot a frantic glance at the door.
She looked back in time to see him swoop down, capturing her lips again. What the hell is he doing!?
She groaned, opening her eyes after a moment. He lifted his head.
They were in her room.
He didn't say anything as he stood. He gazed down at her.
"Don't go no where," he taunted, before putting his fingers to his forehead and disappearing.
Trista groaned, flinging herself back onto the bed.