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Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 15

Trista listened to the others talk, sitting quietly at the table, listening to the soft harp playing in the background. A little too rich for her taste. She glanced over at the man Bulma picked out for her. The scientist. Rick. He was nice, she guessed. Just...she couldn't put her finger on it. Besides, she kept catching herself comparing him to Goku. He had muscle, sure. She could see the definition underneath his shirt, his arms bulging slightly as he brought his fork to his mouth. His stomach was flat. He had the look of someone who worked out regularly. Her mind strayed to Goku again. Honestly, it was no contest. She blushed as she remembered the feel of his rippling abs beneath her hand.

"I'd like to know what that blush is about," her date, Rick, whispered. She looked at him. He was studying her, a small smile on his face as he twirled a glass of wine in his hand. She thought about Goku's abs again.

"No you wouldn't," she whispered back, dropping her gaze back to her plate. Trista quickly spooned some risotto in her mouth, preventing him from asking her any questions. She picked up her wine glass, avoiding his gaze, as her eyes slid over the other occupants of the restaurant. A waiter walked by, pushing a dessert cart in front of him. He stopped at their table.

"Dessert?" He asked quietly. Bulma and Vegeta shook their head.

"No, thank you, " she said softly, setting her glass back on the table.

"Give the lady a piece of cheese cake," the man beside her said, smiling when she raised her eyes to his.

"I said no," she stated, watching his eyes harden slightly.

"One won't kill you!" Rick said, gesturing for the waiter to set it in front of her.

Bulma whispered, "Uh..oh," across the table, but she ignored it. Trista narrowed her eyes at the asshole beside her.

"Madame?" the waiter said softly, waiting for her to give her consent. She looked up at him. "No thank you," she said softly. He nodded, his gaze darting to the man beside her before moving on.

"One wouldn't have killed you!" Rick exclaimed, studying her with a slight scowl on his face.

"No one tells me what to do," she stated softly. She heard him make a sound of disgust under his breath.

Bulma jumped up. "I'm oughta here! Come on Vegeta!" she said, grabbing her purse, making sure he followed her before walking to the bar to pay for dinner. Trista saw Vegeta smirk at the man beside her before walking off. There was a tense silence. She laid her napkin on the table, taking another sip of wine before getting up.

"Hey, where are you going?" Rick asked, setting his fork back down.

"Leaving," Trista stated, not looking at him.

"Wait, please! I'm sorry."

She sighed, finally looking at the man beside her. "Why?"

"Look! I'm sorry for acting like that. I'm not used to going out with someone as hot as you, and I thought...well, that you would like the macho thing." he explained, gazing at her with pleading eyes.

She inwardly rolled her eyes. "Fine." She plopped the little purse she borrowed from Bulma down on the table, crossing her legs. She folded her arms, not saying anything. He tried to engage her in small talk for the next thirty minutes. She gave short answers, wanting this night to be over. They finally left, him grabbing her coat from her hand, intent on putting it on her. She tensed when she felt him rest his hands on her shoulder's. He finally let them fall away, not touching her again as they went outside.

"Well, nice dinner. See ya!" She started to walk off.

"Wait! You don't have a ride home, do you?"

She was silent for a moment. "No," she said slowly.

"Let me take you home, my car's parked over there," he said, pointing to the little black sports car a few feet from them. She studied him for a moment.

"Fine."

Rick grinned, and she frowned. "Come on." He waited for her to walk back to him, standing close to her as they walked to his car. He opened her door, waiting for her to climb in, before slamming it and hurrying around the car. He quickly jumped in, starting the machine with a flick of his wrist. Sending her a million watt smile, he gunned the engine.

Thankfully he didn't try any funny stuff on the ride to Capsule Corporation. She jerked forward a little as he braked, putting the car in park before shutting it off. He turned towards her.

"Thanks for the ride. Bye!" She reached for the door handle.

"Hey! Wait a minute," he laid a hand on her shoulder. "I thought that maybe we could talk, you know, maybe get to know one another."

She glared at his hand until he removed it. "I have nothing to say to you," she stated softly. She settled her purse on her shoulder.

"Well," he grinned at her. "How bout a goodnight kiss!?"

She stared at him. "Are you kidding me!"

"Aw, don't worry about what happened back there at the restaurant. I already explained it to you," he said, trying to slid a little closer to her, reaching behind him and hitting the locks.

"Unlock the damn door!"

He ignored her, trying to move closer. She wrenched back, her head hitting the window behind her. "Let me out! Now!"

"Don't worry about it," he said softly, "it's just a quick goodnight kiss."

He lowered his head, ignoring her protests.

Someone wrenched the driver side door off. Rick was yanked out a moment later, a cry escaping him as he landed on the hood of the car, the force of the impact leaving a deep dent in the metal. She heard the sound of fist hitting flesh, and winced. Goku appeared a moment later, leaning over the seat and grabbing her by the waist.

"I told you not to go out with him," he whispered, before he dragged her from the car, settling an arm under her legs and one across her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Goku," she protested.

"Not now!" he said softly, taking off and landing moments later in her room. He set her quietly down on the bed. He crouched in front of her, studying her face.

"Thanks," she mumbled, averting her gaze.

"Trista," Goku said softly. She didn't look at him.

She felt his hand under her chin, turning her to face him. He studied her for a moment, before lowering his head. He hesitated, giving her time to stop him. When she didn't move, he groaned, settling his lips on hers. He softly kissed her, taking his time, rubbing his hands across the fabric on the outside of her thighs. She felt herself get hot. Oh God! I can't resist him anymore! But should I tell him?

A moment later she stopped thinking, feeling his hands bunch the fabric of her dress, slowly scrunching it up until it bunched at her waist. His hands covered her thighs, before cupping the indention's of her knees and slowly sliding her forward, until she lay flat on the bed, her thighs straddling his lap. Goku gazed down at her, his eyes intense. He watched her scoot across the bed, until she lay against the pillows, before crawling forward, much like a cat, stopping when he gazed down at her, his body straddling her thighs. He swooped down, kissing her along her jawbone, his breath sending shivers through her, before moving down, kissing her along her neck, stopping to jerk the dress off when his lips grazed the top of her breasts. "So beautiful," she heard him whisper, before lowering his head to her chest. Trista groaned, burying her hands in his hair. He slid her panties off, not stopping as he tossed them on the floor. Goku moved back up, capturing her lips in another searing kiss, before sliding off the bed. He slowly reached for the tie of his pants, undoing them. He kept his gaze on her, watching as her eyes widened as he let them fall. He leaned over her, studying her a moment before grasping her waist and sitting her on his lap. She gasped.

"Goku," her voice trembled softly.

He cupped her face, kissing her lips. "It's okay," he whispered.

"I..."

"I'll be gentle." He felt her gasp against his lips. He paused, waiting for her to speak.

"How...?" She gazed at him, her brow gently furrowed.

"I can smell it."

"That's attractive!"

Goku chuckled. "Very," he whispered against her lips, before slowly plunging into her.