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[Chapter .01]
Himitsu
Author: Rena \"Sama\" / \'the light\'
Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com
Date Written: 4-23-05
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: kink, fetish, very lemony, het, yaoi, steamy, language. Enjoy ^^
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just using the characters for my own amusement. So don\'t sue!
| ...words... | denotes thought.
Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I\'d done recenly, \"Sunset Kink\" There
is actually a lot of story behind that pic that you may, or may not have picked up on.
So here it is.
[ Chapter .01]
few weeks I found myself moving closer and closer, until I sat right next to them. Practically
breathing air the as I got as close as they allowed me to, while of course still keeping my hands
to myself. That was the agreement.
[ ..... ]
progress. Like this were my favorite show on TV that every so often got interrupted by annoying,
useless commercials that serve as the other events of my life. Everyday I secretly feel for any
noticeable and odd spikes in Bejiita\'s ki as his signal for me to come running. And I did run as soon
as I felt it. Panting and drooling like a dog in heat within minutes of arriving. Its shameful, but
somehow I never feel ashamed. Considering what they do. Considering where Bulma just put her
thumb. Considering the bizarre position they\'re in right now as they re-invent the concept of sex.
that I would find myself here with them. Why I of all people would be watching them in their tawdry exploits.
Or why they would let me.
his new family, Chichi was obsessed with cleaning the non existent dirt from the furniture, and Goten had
disappeared with Trunks again. Doing Lord knows what, getting into all sorts of trouble I assumed. Nothing
to do and no one around, and it had been weeks since I got some good training in. Not that I truly needed the
exercise, but old habits died very hard. I poked around the grassy hills near my house, idly kicking a small rock
when I felt a huge ki shoot up suddenly. Was it a new foe coming to pick a fight? Some new fighter I\'d yet
to come across? After a few moments I realized it was coming from West City, most specifically where Bulma
and Bejiita lived.
You remember how foolish assumptions can be don\'t you? I IT-ed right to his ki in the hopes he would spar with me,
or at the very least, somehow save me from my unusual boredom.
to the back of head until they closed, eyebrows lowered in concentration. His movements rocking the entire bed.
The pink folds of her vagina grasping at his impressive length with warm, wet suction. \"UNH!\" Bejiita grunted as
he tightened his stomach and pumped faster. Grasping the curvaceous flesh of her hips as he moved her up and
down on top of him. Sweat dripping down her arched back.
on her slim shoulders. Wispy blue hair clinging to her lips and face as she moaned and thrashed above him
with abandon.
to my leering. Yes that\'s what it was. Because I knew seconds after being there that this was private and something
I should not be seeing. Innocent Gokuu, lacking sophistication and worldliness, should never have known about
that. In that instant my eyes were opened to how little I still knew about sex. It showed me how ignorant I still
was despite having two children, and being married for years.
Which only made the situation stranger, and even more unnerving. Bejiita, without stopping, without even slowing down,
turned his head towards me as he rocked back and forth on the bed and opened his eyes. I blinked. Mouth still hanging open.
I did nothing else after I\'d found them... busy. I just stood there stunned and red faced like an idiot. I didn\'t even breathe.
couldn\'t look away.
for speaking. Goose bumps raised the skin on the back of my neck and I shook my head furiously, coming out of a daze. I quickly
IT-ed out. But not so fast that I missed his devilish smirk or Bulma\'s climactic shout.
[ ..... ]
around the house or going here and there. It was my way of spending time with her. She\'d often complained that
I didn\'t do that nearly enough.
they couldn\'t make it this time. Goodness you\'d think with all their money they could afford to hire someone who
can cook a real, normal meal!\" Chichi went on, leaning over to stir up the soup heating in a giant silver pot on the
stove. \"I swear all that fancy food will be the end of them! So could you take a few plates of left overs to them
in West City for me? I have to finish the kelp burgers and Braciosaur steaks. By the time you get back dinner
should be ready.\"
she makes a mean Braciosaur steak. I grab the two huge stacks of plates and begin the short flight over to West City.
I suppose I could have IT-ed over, but I needed the fresh air flying there would give. I\'d been inside most of the
day helping Chichi anyway.
[ ..... ]
With my delicious burden in tow, I made my way through the long corridors. My wet shoes squeaked with every step.
My clothes clung to my body and dipped water on the floor.
was. Bulma, Bunni nor Dr. Briefs have hi enough ki to really lock on to. So I just walked around hoping to at least run into
someone who can tell me where it is I needed to go. At the time I\'d never noticed how large and impersonal the CC building
could be. If no one\'s around to greet you at the door and show you the way, the hallways can seem so long and empty. As
if CC was just a big, sterile, overly technological, and cold place.
hope to afford. I\'d only seen her room once. About three weeks and two days ago to be exact. The heat raced to my face.
I felt a little strange coming back here after that. Granted Bulma didn\'t seem to notice me, but Bejiita sure did. He and
his knowing little smirk of superiority. But that was weeks ago. Easily forgotten. Water under the bridge. Just a harmless
mistake on my part.
I could have stopped right there. But I didn\'t. I could have turned right around and kept walking until I found another
kitchen. But I didn\'t. I spotted Bejiita first. We was leaning against the table with his pants pooled around his ankles and his
tight blue spandex shirt pushed up and bunching towards his shoulders. His bare chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.
That choked moan I\'d heard before was from him.
pitched moan forced its way from the back of his throat. Bulma nipped and kissed her way down his bare torso before she
reached his erection. I stared at it as if I\'d never seen one before. As did she. She knelt down in front of him. I\'d never seen a
woman so aggressive when it came to such things. What could they possibly do with her kneeling down there like that? I thought to myself.
a small, surprised, and luckily inaudible noise as she pushed in into her mouth. I stood there in shock. Again.
so horrible naive. It\'s really kind of funny.
Her head bobbing up and down in his lap rapidly as she \"mmm-ed\" around his length. \"NNnnnhh!\" a growling moan erupted
from his lips. He almost looked as if he were in pain. But at least I knew better than that. I began to salivate as he pumped
himself into her mouth while she sucked and slurped at him wetly.
from him. \"Aa...AAhhhh nnhh!!\" He let out a hoarse yell as she grasped his testicles and bathed his penis with her tongue.
I shuddered violently in warm frustration and revelation that there was even more I didn\'t know about sex. Even more
I had never had the opportunity to experience and enjoy. I\'d give anything to learn more.
strength of my arms decided to give out and I nearly dropped all the plates of leftovers on the floor. I caught them noisily.
I cringed, feeling angry for just a moment. Stupidly thinking it was all the dishes fault that I got caught. Not my own.
not an accident. I let myself in finally, trying to look as innocent and surprised as I could. I don\'t know why I bothered.
Bejiita just smiled at me. An evil little smile. I could feel the blush burning my cheeks. My erection betraying me but luckily
it was covered by the plates. I felt like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Or even worse, with his hand in
his pants.
as if Bejiita hadn\'t just put himself in it. I clear my throat. \"Bulma, Chichi asked me to bring some plates ...o..of her home cooking over
for you. I would have asked... where you wanted me to leave these earlier, but...\" I paused. \"...But... Chichi always says it\'s rude to talk
with your mouth full...\"
[ ..... ]
I would lock onto Bejiita\'s ki and find any and every excuse to \"be in the area\" whenever I thought they might being doing something
naughty. Every other day I would watch them, just out of ear shot, either outside their door or near a window of Bulma\'s bedroom.
They frequented her room most often. Having what seemed like the most phenomenal and often kinkiest sex I\'d ever
seen or heard of. I was consumed with watching them and what they did. Just watching them made me more aroused and than
I\'d ever been in my life. It intrigued and educated me. I continued this for another few days, catching glances of their eroticism,
and snippets of their passion when I could, and assuming that finally they wouldn\'t know I was there and I could watch without
being caught.
orifices that could be used for sexual gratification. I learn something new every day.
to the window, opened it and yelled up to me.
Continued.