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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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]

I used to ask before I sat down on the bed to watch. But I don't bother anymore.

He always said yes.

Like he really wanted me be to be there.

I used to sit at the far end of the room. Giving them plenty of space. But after a
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.

[ ..... ]

Today I IT straight to their bedroom as I always do. The scene is already in
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.

Sweat rolls down my temple and over my burning face.

My god Bejiita's flexible...

Wait. Hold on. Let me start over. You're probably wondering what the hell could have happened
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.

Well, it all started out innocently enough. It was Tuesday. A hot, boring Tuesday. Gohan was busy with
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.

No need for alarm. Bejiita was probably training in his beloved GR for the ump-teenth time I assumed.
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.

He did that and more.

When I arrived he was not training. He was not in the gravity room, and he was not clothed.

"HSsssss..." he hissed through his teeth as he pushed himself up into Bulma repeatedly, his eyes rolled
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.

"Oooh! oooh!" Bulma wailed. Ecstatic expression on her flushed face. Her head, thrown back to rest
on her slim shoulders. Wispy blue hair clinging to her lips and face as she moaned and thrashed above him
with abandon.

Heart thudding in my chest, I stood there with the stupidest look on my face as they went on unbeknownst
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.

I had no idea sex could be that way.

Just then, Bejiita finally noticed me. Or perhaps he knew I was there all along and had just ignored me until now.
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.

I stared at him and he stared right back for what felt like an eternity. He looked me right in the eye and I
couldn't look away.

"I can't spar right now...Kakarotto..." he said slowly, and in a voice much lower than the one he normally uses
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.

That was the first time I saw them. Innocently. Without pretense, and by accident.

[ ..... ]

It was a Thursday this time. It was drizzling and only a little wet, but still pleasantly warm.

"Gokuu sa, come here." Chichi called. She had yet another errand for me. I'd been doing little odd jobs for her
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.

"Bunni and Bulma promised they would stop by to sample the "home cooking" they hear so much about but
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."

I love how she phrased that. It sounded like a question but it was clearly an order. But it's ok, because
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.

[ ..... ]

The grass parted around me as I landed in front of the second wing the Capsule Corp complex where they lived.
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.

"Hmmm..." After several minutes I realized then I couldn't remember for the life of me where the main kitchen
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.

Except of course for Bulma's room. It was warm, inviting, and lavishly furnished with things I nor Chichi could ever
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'd be making many more of them in the weeks to come.

I finally found what looked like a kitchen. A small choked moan drifted past my ears as I walked to the doorway.
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.

| Now would be a good time to leave | My mind told me. I didn't listen.

I spotted Bulma next. She was not as exposed, not that it mattered. She leaned down and bit his left nipple. A small high
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.

You may laugh that I really had no idea what she intended to do. But I was completely clueless.

Her gaze shifted from admiring to hungry as she held his hardened flesh in her hand. Bejiita visibly trembled. I made
a small, surprised, and luckily inaudible noise as she pushed in into her mouth. I stood there in shock. Again.

People actually put that in their mouth!?! I thought stunned as my blood boiled and raced down between my legs. I was
so horrible naive. It's really kind of funny.

Bejiita leaned forward and sucked air in through his clenched teeth. His fingers winding through her blue tresses.
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.

He leaned back and panted harshly. Putting more of his weight on the table as Bulma literally sucked the strength
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.

I really should not have been there. Again. "Uuunh!!!" He moaned ardently while biting his lip. It was then the
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.

"Kakarotto, stop lurking by the doorway..." I could actually hear the smirk in his voice. Caught. Again. And this time it was
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.

"Uh...." I began vaguely. Bulma just looked at me as if nothing odd had just happened, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand
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..."

That was probably the wittiest thing I'd ever said.

Bulma made a silly little face.

Bejiita's sudden bark laughter cut the tension nicely.

[ ..... ]

That's how it went for the next week or so. They would do all sorts of sexy things to each other.
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.

Stupid.

One day, after they had just finished and Bulma walked awkwardly to the bathroom to clean up. Apparently women had three
orifices that could be used for sexual gratification. I learn something new every day.

Just as Bulma had walked out of the room, Bejiita, still stark naked, covered in sweat, and reeking of sex walked right up
to the window, opened it and yelled up to me.

"Why are you hiding out here?" As if he really needs to ask why. I don't answer.

"... Do you really like to watch that much?" he asked calmly.

Not able to find my voice I simply nodded. No reason to deny it now. Especially to him. I'd been found out long ago.

"Then fuck the foreplay and just ask!"

I blinked. Uncomfortable silence passed between us.

"Bejiita... can I watch...?" I said in a surprisingly small voice. Completely expecting pain of some kind. But of course there was none.

"Yes."

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