The Obsession

A/N: Reviews are nice...

Warnings: Sexual themes, violent images, and graphic language.

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Beautiful strands of blue hair lay against the ivory skin of my chest.

A breeze covers us from her open patio doors, cooling the drying sweat on our bodies. It causes her nipples to harden as a shiver passes through her small frame, she moves closer to my body for warmth.

I sigh.

Every day this week had been like this, us making love, in no hurry or rush. Then, we would spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms.

Talking…

Kissing…

Sometimes ending up sexing the entire night away…

“What if every day, could be like this?” I couldn’t stop the question from floating out of my mouth. Her body seemed to tense up, as if any thought of us being together permanently, irritated her.

I quickly regretted asking the question.

Finally after moments of silence she said, “Sometimes I do wonder Goku…” then she stopped in midsentence.

I smiled…

Finally, she was beginning to wonder what life would be like without Vegeta.

She continued, “Sometimes I wonder what would of happen had you never gotten married.”

She was wondering about my marriage.

“Would it have made any difference between us?” I asked, desperately wanting to know.

“Well honestly, I don’t know.” She said.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“I mean, I always thought you were handsome…when you grew up of course.”

I think that I really need to learn the art of silence…

“Bulma, I always had a crush on you, I just never said anything.” I said, my voice taking a defensive tone.

“Even when you were a little boy, and had no idea what a girl was?” She asked.

“Uh, I mean well, when I grew up.”

She laughed, I smiled a bit…

“What did Vegeta have to make you fall for him so deeply?” I asked a question that I really didn’t want to know the answer to.

She sighed…

“Vegeta.” She said his name, as if he were inside her this very minute.

I cleared my throat…

“I honestly don’t know what it was about him, but he caught my attention when we were on Namek.”

“Namek?” I repeated.

She nodded yes and then turned to look me in the eyes, “He has this badass, charming, sexy attitude that appealed to me from Namek, and when he ended up living with me, that attraction only deepened.”

I simply nodded.

“The way he spoke, the manner in which he carried himself, it all appealed to me, it was all a recipe for falling in love with him.”

He made her fall in love with him, just by being himself.

“The feelings you two share for each other, I’ve never felt that with Chi-chi” I said.

She looked at me as if another head appeared on my shoulders.

“Then why did you stay with her?” She asked curiously.

“Why are you staying with Vegeta?” I asked, anger and jealousy beginning to manifest itself in my voice.

“The kids.”

“That’s bull.”

She didn't dispute that.

“Me and Chi-chi aren’t together anymore, it’s over. It’s been over for a long time, just neither one of us wanted to say anything, which is why we argued the way we did.”

She was still quiet, but couldn’t take her eyes off of me.

Then with the grace of a feline, she crawled on top of me and straddled my waist, and said “I’m glad you’re here Goku.”

“I could be here all the time, if you wanted.”

She sighed, “Why don’t you say what’s really on your mind instead of dancing around it.”

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, and was about to say what weighed heavily on my heart.

But a hard knock came at the door.

Judging from the energy, I knew that it was Trunks, and my heart began beating so hard in my chest that I was struggling to breathe.

Bulma’s heart was doing the same, I could hear it pounding.

“Mom!” Trunks yelled angrily through the door.

Quickly she jumped off of me and gestured for me to hide in the bathroom. I hopped up and ran in there, and then
I silently thanked Kami that I could mask my ki.

Through the door I heard Trunks angrily tell Bulma that Bra had been crying for the last couple of hours, and that she needed to be fed.

Bulma, of course, told him to lower his voice and then yelled to him that there is plenty of milk in the refrigerator that just needed to be heated.

Trunks lowered his voice and said “That isn’t my job.”

It amazed me how fast Trunks had grown up, I had watched him go from being a little mischievous child running around with my youngest son, to now being a teenager and mouthing off to his mother, which I knew was not going to go without consequence.

Suddenly I heard his voice…

His unmistakable, devilish accentuated voice…

“Who do you think you are, disrespecting your mother like that?” Vegeta spat angrily.

The little bass that had emerged in Trunks voice had disappeared at the arrival of his father, he immediately apologize to both his parents, and then by the voice of his father, was told to go to his room and expect that he would be in there to have a nice long discussion with him.

The young teenager’s footsteps retreated softly down the hall.

“Vegeta.” I heard her say shakily.

Unless Vegeta became distracted from her, only then would his sensitive nose not pick up on the thick smell of sex that permeated the air, and that had sunk into his wife’s skin.

Vegeta said, “You look completely exhausted.”

Bulma nervously giggled.

Because of our fusion, I could feel his emotions, and he seemed very calm, and also delighted to be in the presence of his wife.

In a soft voice, he said “I’ll go and feed Bra, go back to bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Another nervous giggle and a simple “ok” came from Bulma.

The door slid open, and I heard her whispering my name, I hurried out of the bathroom and we crashed blindly into each other, Bulma bounced away from me as if I had the plague and told me to hurry up and get my clothes and go because Vegeta had come back.

I swallowed my pain, jealousy and anger down and quickly tried to gather my clothes.

“Goku hurry up, I hear Vegeta coming back down the hall.”

“Listen, just give me a moment ok. I may be Saiyan but I can’t see in the dark.” I said annoyingly back to her, she was rushing to make up the bed, and hop in the shower to scrub my scent off of her.

In reply she said, “Vegeta can see in the dark.”

My anger erupted at that comment…

Gave me dark thoughts…

“I’m tired of you comparing me to him Bulma.” I said angrily, staring at her.

Bulma whirled around at me, anger causing a violent storm to come into her usually peaceful ocean depths.

“I do not compare you to him and….You know what, I don’t have time for this Goku, just get out!”

I actually contemplated staying and facing Vegeta in all my adulterous glory.

But my feelings for Bulma caused me to use my technique of instant transmission as soon as his heavy footsteps stopped at their bedroom door.


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I floated between the place where the earth and the universe collided.

A place filled with clouds and bodies of waters that temperatures fluctuated from freezing cold to boiling hot.

No human could survive in this realm.

I often escaped to this place when I was overwhelmed with things; it was during our fusion that I had learned the prince knew about this place as well.

I was completely intoxicated with Bulma, I could think of nothing else but her. I kept thinking that if only she were free of the prince, then and only then, could she truly give herself to me.

I had gone to go see her a few times but our meetings were cut short because she was so paranoid with Vegeta around.

I could understand her paranoia.

There’s been more than a few times I had nightmares of Vegeta beating the life of out of me. My blood splattered all over his face, and him screaming like a wounded animal from the pain of being betrayed.

It was a reoccurring dream, which I hoped would never become a reality.

Suddenly I felt his dark energy, cutting through my anxiety like a sharp knife, alerting me that within the next breath I took, he would be within my proximity.

And then…

There he was…

Clad in all black from head to toe, hair wild and blowing in the stormy winds, he floated above me as if he were the master of the universe, a look of displeasure etched across the strong features of his face.

“Kakarrot.”

The intensity, with which he said my name, caused me to drift up to him so that we could be face to face.

I braced myself for anything, a punch to the mouth, a stream of insults and profanity.

Or a Big Bang attack…

But when I looked into his eyes, I seen an emotion in him that he never let me see before.

It was sadness.

His husky voice, carried by deep emotion, proceeded to tell me what was wrong.

“Bulma…I-I think she’s being…” He paused, as if trying to wrap his own mind around what he was about to say.

The sadness in his eyes disappeared and was claimed by a ferocious fire of anger.

“I think she’s fucking someone.” He spat, saying it with a combination of anger and disgust.

I felt the blood drain from my face, and my pulse sped up rapidly.

I had to think quickly, try to remain calm, and try to look shocked that his worried thoughts had come to a conclusion of infidelity.

Yeah, that’ll work.

“Why would you even think such a thing Vegeta?” I said in the most stupid voice I could muster up.

Vegeta’s frown became something even darker, something almost animalistic.

“A man knows, when his woman is cheating on him.” He said in a voice so cold, a shiver went up my spine.

I swallowed a lump the size of a mountain down my throat.

His eyes narrowed, and he continued, “I want you to do something for me Kakarrot.”

I continued to stare at him, hoping he wouldn’t ask me what I thought he was going to.

“I can trust you, right Kakarrot?” He asked, in expectance of my answer.

I nodded.

The prince took a deep breath, and said, “Find out who he is…”

I took a few deep breaths of my own and said, “Are you positively sure, that she’s cheating on you?”

Vegeta growled, hard. His Saiyan nature on full blast, if he still had his tail, the fur of it would be sticking straight up and switching back and forth.

“A few nights ago, I had returned from a training trip, when I got there, her and my son had gotten into a minor argument. After I had put him in his place, I took in her appearance…she looked completely exhausted, and she smelled, sweaty.”

I nodded, he continued.

“Explain to me, if she was so tired, and exhausted, why would she take a shower, upon my arrival?” He asked, voice thick with rage.

I simply shook my head.

“And lately, every time I return from my trips, she showers and avoids having sex with me.”

My heart was beating so hard, I just knew he could see it pounding through my clothes.

He sighed, closed his eyes and slowly opened them. He looked even angrier than before.

“Find out who this bastard is, because if I find him, I will dismember him, and feed his skin to the animals of this world.”