Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 14
She didn't see much of him for the next few weeks. Bulma and Chi-Chi supposedly had him running "errands" every day, taking up his time and not giving him a chance to ravish her again. She was sorta thankful for that. She stopped short when she entered the kitchen. Goku was sitting at the table by himself, slowly forking food into his mouth. That's the slowest I've ever seen him eat! He looked up.
"Hey," he said softly, his eyes studying her. She didn't say anything, feeling her face heat. His gaze never left her as she made herself a plate, sitting off to the side of him, across the table. She saw him set his fork down.
"Trista, I-"
Goku cut off as Bulma walked through the door, letting it swing back behind her for a moment as her gaze settled on the two people at the table.
"Hey Bulma!"
Trista looked up. Goku was back to his happy-go-lucky self. She watched him smile at the woman, noticing it didn't reach his eyes. She wandered if she was the only one that noticed.
"Hey Goku."
They listened as Bulma walked to the food, finally settling on a piece of toast, coming and sitting across from Trista.
"So..." Bulma said, lifting her eyes from the bread in her hand. She took a bite, meeting her gaze. "I was gonna ask you something?"
Trista studied her, taking a bite of her eggs, before Bulma finally spoke again. She saw her hesitate.
"I have someone I want you to meet." Trista saw Goku tense. Bulma apparently didn't notice. "He works for my father's lab," she continued, oblivious to the dark cloud brewing beside her. Trista's eyes widened momentarily, watching as Goku's face became granite, though he was trying not to show how pissed he was. Her gaze went back to Bulma.
"He seems nice. I know you haven't been seeing anyone, so I thought that maybe we could double date! You know! Me, you, Vegeta, and Rick. That's his name." Trista watched Goku grind his teeth, sorta fighting back a laugh. She muffled her chuckle in her orange juice. She saw him look at her, and shake his head. How dare he tell me what to do! We're not a couple, after all! Even if he did grope me! Her eyes narrowed.
"Sure," she said, her eyes going back to Bulma. She watched Bulma smile.
The screech of a chair rendered the air. Goku quickly stood, glaring at both of them before walking to the sliding glass door, and blasting off.
"Well!" Bulma said, sighing. Trista focused back on her. She watched a small smile spread on the woman's features before seeming to roll her shoulder's.
"And don't worry about what to wear!"
A brow rose on Trista's face.
"Why?" She watched Bulma smirk a little.
"I have something for you to wear."
She didn't say nothing else about the subject, even when Trista pestered her about it before getting up, yelling over her shoulder to be ready around five o'clock, walking out and leaving her sitting at the table, wandering if she just made a mistake.
"How did you get that!?"
Trista stared at the dress sitting on her bed. She lifted questioning eyes to Bulma, noticing the woman smirking.
"I snagged it when we went shopping that first time, remember? I saw you looking at it, so I grabbed it. You're welcome, by the way!"
Bulma walked out, seemingly satisfied, leaving Trista alone with a dress that was way too sexy for a first date. She sighed, pulling her shirt off. Well, you have nothing close that's decent to wear to dinner! She reached behind her to unclasp her bra. A shadow moved along the wall. She whirled.
"Goku! How many times do I have to tell you to stop barging in my room!?" She snatched her shirt up, quickly donning it, watching his face as he looked down at the dress.
"Your not wearing that," he stated, pointing to the short, black fabric laying on her bed. She put her hands on her hips.
"You don't tell me what to wear! Why don't you and your ego take a flying leap out the window!"
He took a step towards her, his eyes dead serious. She saw his gaze move to her mouth. He swooped down to capture her lips.
"NO!" she shouted, jumping away. "Just stop, Goku! Okay!?"
A muscle clenched in his jaw as he crossed his arms. "Why?" he demanded.
"Because I'm not the kind of girl to just keep sneaking around, making out with a guy who, excuse my language, doesn't really give a shit about me!"
He opened his mouth, but she cut him off.
"No! Look, it seems your ex-wife might want to get back together with you, and that's great. You have a kid together. But I'm not staying here, Okay! I don't know when I'll be leaving, but this isn't my permanent home!"
He studied her for a moment, before reaching out and grabbing her by the waist. He yanked her to him, her breasts smashed against his chest. His arm was hard against her back.
"For one," he growled, "I am NOT getting back together with Chi-Chi. We have a child together, yes, but she's the one that broke it off. I have no plans to take her back. Second, now that I found you, I'm not letting you go!"
Trista studied his face, before gently pushing against his shoulder's. He slowly dropped his arm. She stepped back, coming to stand next to the bed. The dress glared at her in silent accusation.
"You need to leave," she said quietly, grabbing the dress and folding it over one arm.
"Trista-"
"I need to get ready for a date," she stated, cutting him off.
He stared at her for a moment in surprise, before turning, growling under his breath. He jerked the window back open, gazing over his shoulder at her for a second, then flew off.