The Obsession

A/N:I in no way, shape or form condone cheating, this is strictly fiction and made for the viewing pleasure of the reader.

*Kami means God and yes Goku is a little darker in this story.



I stare up at the ceiling of my bedroom, thinking to myself, how did I end up in bed with her again?

Her body is sprawled all over my bed, limbs twisted in my bed sheets, sweat matting her bangs to her forehead. Her lips are slightly parted, and her breasts rises and falls with each breath she takes.

Such a beautiful image…“Picture Perfect.”

However these moments we have together are always stolen.

She’s either always busy with her family or work and I’m always busy training. Sometimes it seems, we go forever without seeing each other.

Then there are the torturous times when we are in the same room with each other, trying not to turn hidden glances, into obvious stares, that would arouse some suspicion in our mates, or other people.

Usually our times together happen when Vegeta is away. He tends to need time to himself, and can leave for days, even weeks spending his time on some uninhabited island or region. He doesn’t realize that he is neglecting his wife, his beautiful wife.

But I do…

In my eyes, both our marriages are crumbling, mine and hers.

She has a husband who’d rather spend time alone, and I have a wife who’d rather belittle me, than have sex with me.

Who constantly talks to me like a child, and never lets me do what I want.

Our marriage should not have ever taken place.

She trapped me…

Tricked me into being with her.

The best thing she gave me, were my sons.

Two strong boys who, for a period of time, followed in my footsteps, but eventually decided to live their own lives, not mine or Chi-Chi’s but their own.

All me and Chi-Chi do, is fight.

She thinks I am the same 19 year old, that she married those many years ago.

But I am not, I’m very different.

Ever since me and Vegeta’s fusion, I’ve never been the same.

I’ve had thoughts about killing her, when she wouldn’t shut up.

At first it scared me, because I had never thought of killing someone innocent before, especially over a matter of simple nagging.

But Chi-Chi…

Oh, she can really irk the living hell out of me.

So much that instead of being frightened by these dark thoughts, I began to welcome them.

Like the other day for example, I had come in towards midnight, and I guess she had been waiting for me to come home.

“Where were you?” She asked angrily, I had just opened the door and there she stood at the foot of the steps, in her usual clothes.

“Out,” I said, moving past her and heading upstairs, I had been training all day and was in dire need of sleep and a shower.

“Goku, I’m tired of you.” She said, in a cold voice that sent shivers up my spine. I turned around to only see her back, she was still facing the door.

“I have to deal with you going on your little training trips, and your stupidity, along with your decision to die every 6 years.” Her voice begins quivering, and she takes a deep breath, and continues.

“I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this…You don’t even touch me anymore, and you haven’t told me you loved me in years.” She finally turned around to me and looked me in my eyes.

“Do you love me Goku?” She asked, tears filling her eyes.

The whole entire time she was talking, I was imagining myself banging her head into a wall, laughing like a maniac.

I didn’t answer her, I just stood there looking at her blankly, and I turned on my heel and walked upstairs. I didn’t actually know if I did love her, or if I was just going through the motions of marriage for the sake of my sons.

The next day, Vegeta showed up at my door, looking quite pissed off, and ready for a fight with me. Whether it was a fight of words, or actions, I don’t know, but I do know, I really wasn’t in the mood for him.

“Bulma kicked me out.” He said, staring at me, waiting for me to ask him what happened, but honestly, I already knew.

Now, Bulma and Vegeta usually argue about little things, like for instance, the kids, Vegeta’s training or the usual clashing of their fiery personalities.

But even in all their years of bickering and mood changes.

She never kicked him out.

So now after I had mentally examined all the factors, I became curious,so I asked what happened.

“Bulma got tired of me.” He grunted out, locking his dark eyes with mine.

“Um, ok.” I said, giving him my classic stupid grin.

“Um ok, is all you have to say?” His deep voice questioned me; he folded his arms and took his trademark stance.

“Look, are you going to tell me or not?” I said getting annoyed with him, I didn’t know why I was so annoyed, but I was pretty sure it had to do with Chi-chi.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” Vegeta said in a (I’m concerned but I’m going to act like I don’t care) manner.

I turned away from him, and concentrated on the sounds of the house, trying to see if Chi-Chi had gotten up.

When I was sure that she hadn’t, I told Vegeta that I wanted to kill my wife, and he immediately burst out in laughter.

“Vegeta I’m serious, she is driving me insane.” I said, trying to get it through his skull that I was not playing.

But Vegeta just kept on laughing…

Why is it so hard for someone to believe that I can get angry sometimes…?

“You…hahaha…kill…hahaha….” He kept mocking me.

I shut the front door close and told him that we should take a walk, after his laughing fit, he obliged and we walked off into the valley.

“Ok, humor me more, why do you want to kill her Kakarrot.” He asked in an amused tone, as we came to a stop at the banks of a river.

It was then that I had took in his appearance, his eyes were bloodshot, hair tousled (well more than usual) and he looked kind of slimmer than the last time I had seen him.

“Vegeta, how long have you not been home?” I asked going back to his reasoning for coming here in the first place.

Vegeta took a long deep sigh and said, “A week.”

A week and he was just now coming to me for help…talk about pride.

Vegeta took another deep breath and ran a hand through his hair, and stared long and hard at me.

“What do you need?” I said, sending a friendly smile his way.

“I need you to talk to her, you and her have this connection, and I’m sure that you can make her understand that a man needs time to himself.” He said sternly, but in a sort of desperate way.

“Will you tell me what happened?” I asked hoping this time; I’d get more of an elaborate response.

But Vegeta just stared off into the valley, although I believe he wasn’t really looking at anything.

He was lost in his thoughts, probably thinking that Bulma was better off without him.

In the past, usually, Vegeta would talk to me about him and Bulma, and as I said before, their arguments usually were centered on him.

Him not taking out the trash…

Him not being there for Bulla’s baby appointments…

Him being gone for too long…

And of course we know Bulma isn’t an angel.

She nags him even when he is doing things she wants him to do, and she never listens to what he tells her, she’s extremely argumentative and so is he. That’s the reason they argue so much.

They are each other,just in different bodies, from different backgrounds.

But sometimes Vegeta can take the arguments too personal, and not understanding why Bulma says the things that she says to him. A huge portion of that being the fact that she is a woman, and women tend to want to be around their husbands, more than the husbands want to be around them.

Sometimes their arguments have escalated too far, and it really took its toll out on Vegeta, had him almost ready to go back into space, which I of course talked him out of it.

His response for even coming to that decision was ‘Bulma would be better off without me.’

“Vegeta I hope you aren’t thinking about taking off again, especially not now. You just had a baby girl.” I said, hoping that his mind hadn’t ventured there again.

He said nothing…nothing at all.

Later on he told me he had been staying at Kami’s lookout, which was peculiar to me. Seeing how Piccolo hadn’t been here to complain about it, I guess Vegeta hadn’t been much trouble.

So after he left, I decided to head over to Capsule Corp. and talk to Bulma.

When I got there, I was told that Bulma was currently in a conference, so I asked if Trunks was around, and he was in his room, so I headed up to see him. When I got there I saw my son and him wrestling on the floor.

“My dad could beat your weakling father to a pulp.” Trunks screamed, while Goten yelled back, “No he couldn’t, my dad is the strongest guy in the whole world!”

I laughed at their argument; this had been the start of most of their fights for about 5 years now, since I had been back from otherworld. Truthfully speaking, I was stronger than Vegeta.

But he was always smarter and faster.

Trunks kicked Goten in the stomach with his feet and he was pushed hard against the wall. I felt Goten’s power spiral out of control as he called upon his inner Super Saiyan to help prove his point to Trunks.

“Hey wait a minute guys, take it easy, this isn’t the time or the place for this.” I said sternly looking at my son, when I looked over at Trunks; he had his lips formed into a mischievous smirk.

“Dad, he started it, he was saying how Vegeta could beat you, and we all know that’s not true.” He said, his power level decreasing by each second, as he walked over to me. I gave him a hug, and kept my eyes on Trunks.

“Trunks, you ok?” I asked him.

Just when he was about to say something, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I turned to see her standing there looking at Trunks and repeating the same question I had just asked.

“Yes Trunks, are you ok?”

The smirk that had been on his lips faded into a warm smile, and he nodded yes to his mother.

Bulma smiled back, and told him to clean up his room, I told Goten to help.

While the kids cleaned, she motioned for me to join her in the kitchen, so I followed. As I trailed behind her, I couldn’t stop myself from running my eyes over her body. She had on a form fitting blue dress that hugged every crevice of her perfectly shaped body and stopped mid-thigh, showing off her creamy long legs.

“Goku.” Her voice pulled me out of my lust filled thoughts, and I stared into her ocean blue eyes.

She was blushing…

Her cheeks were completely red, and her lips were parted.

We stood there staring at each other, both confused to the sudden sexual tension in the air.

I cleared my throat and blinked a few times before putting on my classic smile, “Um, can you get me something to drink.” I said in a merry voice.

Bulma went into the kitchen, and I sighed heavily, putting my hands into my pockets trying to conceal my rock hard erection.

It was very confusing to me…That I was finding Bulma this appealing.

Once again, I blamed it on fusing with Vegeta, which had awakened the dark side of me that had lain dormant for so long.

Could’ve also been that I hadn’t had sex in a really long time.

“I have some apple juice, some soda, beer and of course water. Take your pick.” She said with a amused tone in her voice.

I selected the most unpredictable, and chose beer, which was no doubt her husband’s favorite.

Bulma went a little quiet at my request, then I heard a can snap and listened as the contents were poured into a glass, then I heard her repeat the process.

She came into the living room, walking over to me with a confident stride, like she knew any man would die to be with her, she stood in front of me and then bent down to give me the drink.

I swallowed a lump in my throat, as my eyes went straight to her cleavage, I smiled and nodded, and she sat directly next to me, her soft, cool skin, brushing up against my hard muscles.

“You’re really hot.” She said, “Do you want me to turn on the air conditioner?” Her eyes were clouded with concern for me, and it warmed my heart.

“No thanks, I’ll be fine once I drink this beer down.” I said, as I lifted the glass to my lips.

Bulma leaned back into the couch; I did the same, assuming a more comfortable position.

We locked eyes for awhile, and sipped on our beer, silence seemed to be speaking volumes.

Finally, she said, “You came here about Vegeta, didn’t you?”

I stopped drinking and simply nodded, not wanting to look into her eyes.

“I kicked him out because he told me that sometimes he needs to get away from me, I mean what is that supposed to mean. He can’t stand me or something?” She sighed deeply, putting her hand to her head as if the conversation had just given her a headache, then she took a long drink, finished the rest of her beer.

I thought hard and long about what to say, I didn’t want her to get angry with me, but I wanted her to try to understand things a little better.

“Vegeta has been on his own, for his entire life pretty much, plus he’s a warrior, he’s always looking for a way to improve his strength, if he’s always around you and the kids, it would be impossible for him to become stronger. Then you just had a baby, do you honestly think he wants to wake her with his yells and grunts during his training?”

When I finished I looked deep into her eyes.

She looked away, swallowed…

“Guess I never really thought of it like that.” She said.

I just smiled…

Then she asked me how’d he look, I told her that he was staying at Kami’s lookout. She gave me an expression that said, ‘are you serious?” which brought a smile to my lips. We talked a little more before I decided it was time to head home.

I stood up and she did the same…

I felt her hands runs up my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her.

She felt so warm, breasts pressing against my chest,I ran my hands down her back, and heard a slight gasp escape her lips.

“I forgot to ask,how's everything with Chi-Chi?”

Moment killed…

I must have tensed up a lot because before I knew it, she was running her hands up and down my chest in a comforting gesture.

“I want to kill her.” I said, a voice came out of me that I didn’t even recognize.

Bulma looked up at me; I met her beautiful blues, with my burning blacks.

She didn’t say anything, she just stared, and before I knew it, I leaned down to taste her lips. She was hesitant pulled away at first but then her lips met mine. I felt her tip toe to try to deepen the kiss, and I picked her up, I had forgotten the huge difference in our height.

Bulma’s legs wrapped around mine, and her fingers became entangled in my hair, our tongues collided with each other, sending fire racing through my veins, I sucked on her lips, and ran my hands up her dress, getting a soft moan in response. She licked at the fangs in my mouth, and I ran my hands slowly up her body. She trembled a bit, and that caused me to stop.

She whispered, “What are we doing?” Her eyes were clouded over with lust, but I could see her mind wasn’t.

I just stared at her, ready to do whatever she wanted…

She looked away from me, and then told me to let her down, so I did. Her body slid down mine, and she began to walk away.

I sighed deeply ,preparing to call Goten, but she looked over her shoulder at me, and said.

“Put the boys to bed, and come to my bedroom.”

I just nodded, and headed to the Trunks room, while she headed to hers.

When I got to Trunks room, he and Goten were knocked out, sprawled all over Trunk’s twin side bed, Goten’s legs dangling off it.

I smiled and looked in the corner of Trunks room, to see a picture of Vegeta, holding bra, with Bulma standing at his side.

It should've made me pick up my son, and go home.

But I felt nothing, absolutely nothing.

I headed out the room, made sure the door locked behind me and headed to Bulma’s bedroom.

When I got there, she met me at the door…naked.

I picked her up, and we kissed, my clothes seemed to melt away from her touch. By the time we hit the bed I was naked, and deep inside her.

I grabbed her hips, and thrust deep inside her body, moans escaped her lips, and groans escaped mine. I banged her hard, taking out all of my past frustrations on her, waiting to hear from her the same responses I had gotten from my wife, “Your hurting me Goku.”, but never did all I got was.

“Oh, Kami, harder Goku, and ohhhh you’re so deep.” I smiled, penetrated deeper. More moans came.

I slid out of her, and kissed her lips, then traveled south. Nibbled down her throat to her breasts, encircled her nipples with my tongue, felt them get as hard as diamonds, and sucked them deep until they were soft and swollen. Then I re-entered, moaned from her warm wetness, and plunged slowly in and out of her.

We entered into a world of adulterous ecstasy, stayed there until the morning.

That marked the beginning of our affair; it has been going on for the last 7 months.

Of course her and Vegeta reconciled, but Bulma seemed to still be unhappy with Vegeta’s independent adventures, their arguments, seemed to only be getting worse.

And so…

She allowed me to take the stress off her mind and body, in her bedroom, a closest, a car, and currently, if Chi-Chi decides to go visit her father, my bedroom.

The sun was beginning to come up, and I knew that within two hours, she’d be returning back to Capsule Corp., back to Vegeta.