Several hours had passed by the time Bulma woke up to the discomfort of sweat forming on her face, where it was resting in the dip of his shoulder. Goku's beautiful shoulder had been cradling her face. The thought made her smile. Detangling her legs from his, she got off of the bed and looked down at his sleeping form. She hadn't felt this happy in a long time.

"I can't believe I love you..." She whispered to him, taking comfort in the fact that he couldn't hear her in his sleep, no matter how freakishly great his alien hearing was. After a deep sigh, Bulma turned and walked toward the shower, leaving her clothes strewn across the floor of her room. Goku would wake up eventually, and she wanted to think about what had happened before he did.

The pipes squeaked in the shower stall before icy cold water spurted out, splashing against the tile floor. Bulma brushed her teeth while the water got hot, and by the time she was finished, the small bathroom was filled with a stifling steam that made her hair stick to her skin, and her breathing slightly shallow. Hunching her back against the stream of hot water, Bulma stepped into the stall and shut the glass door, letting out a hiss as the water seared her skin, leaving the pale flesh pink after only a couple of minutes of running.

This hot water is not as hot as his touch... Bulma thought to herself, closing her blue eyes and shivering at the memory of his body against hers. She placed one of her hands on her neck, and traced it down along her collarbone to her chest, imagining it was his. Of course Bulma's tiny hands did Goku's large, rough, strong hands absolutely no justice. After a few minutes of caressing herself to thoughts of him, she let out a sigh, and shook her hands, to try and shake the ache deep in her core.

When Goku woke up he could hear the shower running in Bulma's bathroom and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Upon looking at Bulma's room, it was a bit of a mess. Her comforter and sheet were tossed across the room, and both of their clothes were scattered around the bed. Bulma's panties, and shorts were both ripped. Goku pinched his face together in an expression that said "Oops" but he couldn't keep the smile from the corners of his mouth.

Man! That was great! He thought gleefully. He loved being with Bulma that way. She was so warm, and soft, and... He hated to think it, but the word was compliant. She was more willing to just let him have fun with her than ChiChi had ever been. He had never gotten that far with ChiChi, and the only times they had fooled around so far were nothing. Nothing. Nothing compared to that. He could still smell her juices on his face and fingers, and his realization of this caused him to lick his lips in appreciation, and laugh out for a moment. So great.

After he was done thinking about it, he too got up to shower, scooping up both of their clothes and tossing it into a hamper before going to his own room with its own shower. Goku showered more quickly than Bulma, and was out and dressed before she finished, but when he heard her shut off her water, he waited by her bedroom door for her to come out. When she did, she was wrapped in a faintly mint-green towel, and her eyes looked beautiful. She blushed as soon as she saw him.

"Hey Goku..." She muttered, and trailed off into just a hum of sound before turning her back on him and rummaging in the closet for clothes. Her reaction had him confused. All he did was smile at her..?

"Bulma," he began. She wasn't going to take him out of this good mood with something as silly as shyness, between longtime friends. "Are you hungry? I could eat... 2 horses!" A huge grin was spread across his face as he watched her busy herself with finding clothes.

"Yeah, I am... Can you tell Chef-Bot?" she answered before going back into her bathroom and closing the door to dress herself. Goku furrowed his brows and pushed out his bottom lip for a second, before turning to the kitchen.

"Chef-Bot! Bulma and I are hungry." The robot quickly acknowledged him and got to work preparing a meal. Only another day and a half until they'd be back on Earth... Could he marry ChiChi after that? Oh, who was he kidding? He had to! It was already decided. But maybe... He could try to postpone it? That way he could at least have some time to sort this all out. He let out a very long sigh, before he sat at the table to wait for food.

Ten minutes later, Bulma came out of her room, walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a dark denim skirt that hit her mid-thigh, and a simple white tank top. Her hair was still damp, and a little messy looking, but her cheeks and lips were flushed, and their color deepened even more when she watched Goku look her up and down. She didn't know if it was the fact he was appreciating her appearance, or the look in his eyes that was making her blush.

Oh this is so silly. Just be yourself! Bulma yelled at herself internally, and tried to relax. As she walked to join Goku at the table, the tiles were cold on her bare feet. After she sat, Chef-Bot handed each of them a plate to load up with food to eat. "Enjoy!" It said, with it's cheerful personality chip in full blast. Bulma and Goku smiled at eachother before loading their plates.

"Sleep okay?" Goku asked to break the silence, his typical grin still in place.

Bulma shot him a flirty glance before adding, "No better than usual..." And she couldn't help but laugh at the crestfallen look on Goku's previously excited face and her laughter caused him to chuckle. They ate their meal in a peaceful silence, each smiling to themselves.

After some time, they were both done eating, and Goku jumped up. Bulma decided not to eat too much, because she didn't want to feel bloated. After a few seconds of staring at eachother, Bulma broke the silence

"Want to work on the puzzle some more?" She didn't wait for a response before walking around him, into the main area of the ship, where the puzzle was still on the floor, most of the edges put together and a pile of green pieces separated out. Goku nodded, even though she couldn't see him, and quickly walked to catch up to her. He sat down with his legs knotted and Bulma sat next to him, so that she was leaning toward him a bit, her legs together and bent to the side.

Scanning through the puzzle pieces they each kept glancing at eachother. Goku could hear his heart pounding behind his ears and found after a few moments that he just stared at her. He looked at how her hair draped over her shoulders and he could smell the sweet fruity scent of her shampoo. He looked down over her tank top, and he could see the straps of her bra over her shoulder blades and he couldn't help but imagine slipping them down over the slopes of her shoulders.

Bulma's body felt like it was on fire with his eyes on it, she almost thought that his gaze would burn her clothes right off. She had never felt anything like this from anyone, especially not Goku. It was a thrill, and she just wanted more. Arching her back slightly to push her abdomen and chest forward, she felt a bit of cool air on her lower back where some skin had been revealed during her movement. She heard Goku sigh from behind her, and had a sneaky suspicion as to why he wasn't touching the puzzle pieces anymore.

"Bulma, I-" Goku started, but he stopped speaking when he pushed his fingers against the bare skin of her lower back, and guided them up under her shirt just a couple of inches. He immediately felt her shiver. "I don't know what to do..." The way he said this made it sound like he was only thinking aloud, and Bulma didn't really know how to respond.

What does he mean? He does know what he's doing... Bulma's eyes closed, and she leaned back into his palm, she felt elated to know he wanted to touch her again. How many times could she have him before they got back? Just over a day left before they landed, and suddenly she felt urgent. Turning her torso to be facing his, Bulma placed a hand on his face before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, and then on his lips. The hand that was on her back did not move, but Goku placed his other hand on her waist and moved her onto his lap. Her legs were draped off of his to the left and his hands were roaming over her back, dipping into the back of her skirt and top, occasionally crossing the back of her bra. Every inch of skin that he touched immediately erupted into chills, and she deepened their kiss by wrapping her arms around his neck, holding her chest against his.

Goku broke the kiss for a moment, "Bulma..." He just sighed her name, before burying his lips in her neck and kissing her down it, and then along her collarbone. One of his hands had found it's way to in between her knees, and it slid effortlessly up her thigh until it was under her skirt. Bulma parted her legs slightly in anticipation, her breath already hitching at just the hope of intimate contact. Her eager body seemed to trigger something in Goku, and he swiftly but gently laid her on the floor on top of the scattered puzzle pieces.

From the floor, Bulma gazed up at Goku, her still damp blue hair was getting matted on the hard floor, but she didn't care. He was so.. Hungry for her. He had a desperate look in his eyes, longing for her skin. He was just kneeling before her, staring at her intently. Coal eyes stared into blue ones, both sets hazy with a cocktail of emotions and thoughts.

"Goku, I have never felt this way before." She said this as though it would clear his doubts, and he could move forward, and he did.

A small smile split the severity of his angled face and he leaned over her, kissing her softly, and more intensely after her fingers were in his hair. He slid his tongue into her mouth and found that she met him halfway, matching his passion and desire. Holding his weight up with his arms, Goku wedged one of his legs in between Bulma's knees, which bent upwards causing her skirt to fall a little higher on her thighs. Goku straightened into a kneeling position and pushed his hands roughly up Bulma's hips, pushing her skirt up higher on her torso and then pulled her up into a sitting position in front of him.

Bulma took deliberate breaths as she stared into his face. He was panting slightly and some of the muscles in his arms and chest were twitching. He was so intense that she almost felt intimidated, but she brushed those feelings aside and pushed him back a few inches so he was sitting up against a wall and balanced herself on his lap, taking control of the kiss.

She could show him how she felt...

I know... Awful ending. I just really wanted to get something up tonight, but I am super tired. Let me know your thoughts! More to come soon!