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Time of the Month	By : RyokoBlue Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 12620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: It�s a shame I don�t own DBZ, Goku should be
mine!!!

Summary:� After a Saiyan takes a mate, for one week during
the month they tend to get overly amorous for the complete seven days.� But
this time Chichi will not be the one on the end of an extra excited husband,
she�s got a plan that will get her out of it.� Of course who said that plan was
the best idea?

Time
of the Month

Episode 4� Her Decision

Goku�s arms were folded across
his chest as he leaned up against the wall, waiting for Bulma to come out of
the bathroom.� How long did it take to use the toilet?� Honestly�

He turned towards the closed door
and tapped on the wood, �Bulma?�� There was no answer.� Suspicion crawled up
the back of his neck like a spider and his eyes narrowed.� Goku banged louder
on the door and pressed his ear to it, listening for any noise.� It was
silent.� His temper spiked and he grabbed the door knob and ripped it off.��
Pushing the door open, he was standing in the archway of an empty bathroom, the
window open and the pink curtains swaying in the breeze.� �Bulma!!�

She raced through the trees, her
heart thundering powerfully in her breast from fear of being caught.� Bulma was
half naked from the waist down but couldn�t care less at the moment.� It was
more of a necessity to get away.� She pushed her way through the brush, the
tree branches and bushes scraping her as she went along creating small lightly
bleeding cuts all over her body.� She just had to get to a street, a road, even
another house!

What she wouldn�t give for an air
car right about now.� Bulma ran and ran, exhausting herself.� She slowed to a
stop and pressed her hand against the trunk of a tree struggling to catch her
breath.� It was at that moment she remembered something very important.� Goku was
like a blood hound, he could follow her scent. That was if he was even chasing
her.� She sure hoped, wished and begged that he didn�t want to waste the time
and would just go after Chichi� �Ooooh Chichi is so dead when I get my hands
on her!��

�Bulma!��

She yelped, hearing his voice but
not seeing him, which meant he was close but not close enough yet.� He was
chasing after her, the jerk!� Why was he chasing after her and not going after
Chichi? It made no sense!� She needed to find a hiding place, something until
dark.� No doubt by then he would have gotten hungry and would give up the
search.� Spotting a hot spring she dashed over to it.� Looking behind her back
before kneeling before the heated waters, Bulma reached into the pool and
grabbed large handfuls of mud.� The first thing to do was hide her scent.� That
would definitely throw him off and buy her some time.

She scooped the mud out and
started spreading it all over her skin, her face too.� Her heart continued to
pound and her hands shook from nervousness.� Reaching down she grabbed another
handful of mud and took a deep breath�this would be worth it, she plopped it
atop her beautiful aqua hair.� This was no time to worry about vanity, she had
to hide.� When she felt she was sufficiently covered in mud, Bulma raced to
hide in some of the bushes at an angle where she could see everything coming
and going.�

It wasn�t much longer until a
pair of feet attached to thick legs beneath orange pants landed on the ground.�
Bulma swallowed hard, her heart fiercely pounding.

�I know you�re here somewhere,
Bulma.� Goku said irritated.� He had not wanted to chase her down.� Why
couldn�t she just stay with him, was it really so difficult?� He supposed she
had forgotten that he could track her power level as well as scent.� Her scent,
he lost that awhile back.� Goku wondered how she was able to do that, to blend
in with the wildlife.� So right now it was her power level he was tracking.

Reaching up and scratching the
back of his head, Goku glanced around the hot spring.� She was here, he could
feel it. But where exactly was it she was hiding?� Glancing down, he spotted
globs of mud on the grassy ground.� It hadn�t been raining yet, so there would
be no mud.� He smirked and had an idea of how she was able to hide her scent.�
People often mistaken his good hearted nature and carefree views as stupidity,
but if anyone ever cared to pay attention, they would have realized that he was
far from stupid. Goku turned his head sharply, towards a leafy bush and finding
a pair of blue eyes peaking out at him.

�Found ya.� He grinned
mischievously, and seeing those eyes widen made his blood heat red hot�

�Gohan, time for lunch!� Chichi
yelled out the back yard window of her father�s house.� She saw her boy drop
down from the sky and rush towards the door with Piccolo moving to rest beneath
a tree for what she assumed was meditation.

�The door burst open and Gohan
ran right inside to the table where a mountain of food awaited him.� �Mom, are
you sure Dad can�t come?� I mean, we need him to help us with the training,
we�re losing valuable time.�

Chichi wagged her finger at her
son, �Remember what I told you, Gohan.� Your father needs a little time to
himself this week.� I happen to think he�s coming up with new strategies for
your training workouts.� She saw her son�s face light up.

�Do you really think so?�

Shrugging, Chichi smiled.
�Anything is possible.�� She left the kitchen.� Leaning against the wall, she
hung her head and sighed deeply.� �If they catch on to what I have done�I know
they�ll never forgive me.� She rubbed her hands together nervously.� Hopefully,
Goku isn�t that smart and Bulma hasn�t figured it out quite yet.� Surely it is
only a matter of time before she does.� She said quietly to herself and turned to
go talk with her father�

�No, no, not again!�
Bulma�s mind panicked as she had been pulled out of the bushes, and Goku had
her on her knees and he had kneeled down behind her, his large hands gripping
her hips.� She felt his erection pressing against her opening. �Not out here,
someone might see!� Maybe that would buy her some more time.

�There�s no one around for miles,
you know that.�� Goku replied as he eased himself inside her, groaning at the
feel of her hot warmth fitting snug around him.� He leaned over her back, to
her ear.� �You shouldn�t have run away from me, did you think you�d get far?�

Bulma grabbed at the blades of
grass, as her heart began pounding for another reason.� She couldn�t believe
it, as frightened as she was of her now ex-friend, her body still allowed these
feelings.� Her eyes closed softly as he thrust in and out of her, in deep,
fluid movements.� A moan fell from her now parted lips.� No, she shouldn�t be liking
this, this is wrong! She shoved back trying to find a way to get him off her,
but that only increased the hot feelings racing through her every nerve.

It was so intense that Bulma
lowered her face to the grass and her eyes shut tighter as she gripped the
blades of grass, her fingers digging into the dirt as Goku thrust harder and
faster.� �Oh�uh�� She swallowed thick lumps of hair, panting.� She felt
fingers under her blouse, hands rubbing and massaging her breasts and she
squeaked.

One of Goku�s hands returned to
her hip, gripping harder, and slamming his hips against hers.� He moaned out
her name, in a voice that didn�t sound like his.� It was deep and erotic.� It
made Bulma feel even hotter and heavier, nerves bursting in an array of
sensations as she froze, tensing, feeling that surge of emotion rush her entire
being.�

Goku was right on the edge, this
was supposed to be her punishment for rushing off, which is why he was faster
than usual.� He panted, hard, thrusting himself harder and he hit it! Oh what a
feeling, oh the hot waves of need rushing about and releasing into a mind
numbing haze of pure bliss.

Panting and leaning back a
little, he reached up with a tired hand and pressed the pressure point in
Bulma�s neck, causing her to fall unconscious.�� He needed to make sure she
wouldn�t run away again, it was then he remembered that nice rope in his
closet.� Goku wondered why that was in there as it had made no sense to him.�
But now that there was a need for it, he was darn lucky it was there.

It was time to go home.

****

There was darkness all around
her, Bulma couldn�t see anything.� She heard a voice and then another.� They
were both very familiar.� Feeling was coming back into her limbs and she
groaned right on the edge of awake.� She slowly opened her eyes and found that
she was lying on her back, and staring up at the ceiling.� �Oh no! I�m back
here!� She rushed to sit up and could hear voices coming from out the
door.� One of them was Goku�s and the other was Yamcha�s!� �Oh!� This
was her chance to really get away.� �Ya�� Her voice sounded scratchy and her
throat was sore.� Bulma threw back the blankets and jumped up from the bed.�
Something tugged on her ankle.� A rope was tied around it! It was not allowing
her to move very far from the bed.� �What is this!?� ��She tried untying it,
but the knot was so tight that she couldn�t even get her fingers to work at
it.� �No, no!�

Goku smiled at Yamcha, but was
hiding how he was truly feeling at seeing this other man come in here looking
for Bulma.� Right now and he didn�t really know why, but Yamcha was really
irritating him.� �Yeah, she�s been here.� Bulma�s sleeping right now though.�
She had arranged with Chichi to keep me company while my family was off
visiting her father.��

Yamcha rubbed the back of his
head, �Yeah, I thought maybe something was wrong.�� He shoved his hands in his
pants pockets.� �She hadn�t been home in the last two nights and that�s just
not like her nowadays.� But now that I know that she�s here with you, man.�
There�s really nothing to worry about.� You two haven�t spent any time together
for a long time.� I think this�ll be good for your relationship.�

�That�s what I thought, too.�
Goku grinned.

�Well I better go, when Bulma
wakes up will you tell her I stopped by and for her to give me a call?� Yamcha
walked out the door.

�Well the two of us have been
pretty busy, but I could tell her you stopped by.� Goku said glaring at the
back of Yamcha�s head.

�Great!�

Bulma rushed to the window,
looking out seeing Yamcha heading to his air car.� He was leaving! No!� She saw
Goku walk out behind him and the two were talking and smiling.� She tried to
open the window, but it wouldn�t budge.� �What�s wrong with this window!?�
Bulma yelled.� She pounded frantically on the glass, maybe Yamcha would hear it
down there.�� Yamcha! Yamcha! Don�t leave, no!� She yelled at the top of her
lungs but it didn�t seem like that idiot was hearing her.

Yamcha jumped into the driver�s
seat and waved to Goku, �If Bulma needs anything I�ll bring it right over.�

�Sure thing.� Goku said with his
false smile as Yamcha started the engine and drove the air car away from the
house.� As soon as he was out of sight, Goku let his smile fall into a small
sneer.� No one was going to try and take Bulma away yet, he wasn�t done.�
Besides, she had promised Chichi she would stay and he wasn�t going to let her
back out of a promise, what kind of a friend would he be if he let other
friends break their promises?

�No, no.� Bulma said softly and
leaned her forehead against the glass, closing her eyes.� Her only hope of
rescue just drove away, that idiot! Why didn�t he look around to see if
anything was wrong? What did Goku even say to him?

Goku�s voice cleared from the
archway of his and Chichi�s room and Bulma slowly turned her head.� �Yamcha was
just here.�

�I know, I saw.� She sighed and
turned around facing Goku�s direction.� �What�s the meaning of this?� She
kicked her leg out, showing him her ankle tied with the rope.

�I can�t have your running off
again, it�s only a precaution.� Goku crossed his arms over his chest.

�Do you even know the meaning of
that word?� Bulma insulted with narrowed eyes.

His brow arched and he rolled his
eyes.� �That wasn�t a very nice thing to say, Bulma.�

�Oh yeah, well this isn�t a very
nice thing to do.� She pointed down at her tied ankle. ��Let me go, Goku.�

Stepping into the room, Goku
walked over to her, stopping directly before her.� �We already went over this,
many times.� I need you to stay with me.�

�Goku, this is stupid!� I�m not
some prisoner or plaything you can just mess around with.� Bulma crossed her
arms over her breasts and looked towards the window.

Goku reached out and placed his
hand on her forearm.� �I know that.�

�Then untie me.� She demanded,
not doing anything that would remove his hand from her arm as she knew that it
would do little good.

�I can�t, you�ll run away again.�
He stared down at her pink painted toes and stepped closer to her.

�Why are you so insistent on me
staying here with you?� Please help me to understand what is going through your
mind?� Bulma asked with actual concern.� �This isn�t like you.� I�ve known you
for a long time and I know you�re not cruel or demanding like this.�

He sighed and started stroking
her arm with gentle fingers, �I don�t know what�s wrong with me, Bulma.� I just
feel different today, and yesterday too.� I wish I could describe what it is
I�m feeling, I just don�t know how to.�� Goku looked up, into Bulma�s azure
eyes.� �I know Chichi is going to be angry with me for all of this, but I can�t
stop myself.� Something in me really needs you, as you are here and my very
good friend, or was my good friend.� I don�t know.� He dropped his head again.�
�I�m sorry about yesterday, outside near that hot spring.�� Goku was actually
feeling ashamed of his behavior.� �I don�t want you to go, so I can�t untie
you.�� He moved back from her suddenly, �I�ll be right back, don�t go
anywhere.�� He walked towards the doorway.

�As if I have any choice in the
matter!� Bulma bit out tightly while Goku left the room.

Bulma groaned, rubbing at her face
with her hands and roughly plopped down on the bed.� She did in fact realize
she was still nude from the waist down, but at this point in time she couldn�t
care less� Goku had already seen what friends were not permitted to see, there
was no point in being modest now.

Fifteen minutes later, Goku
returned with a plate of ham, corn, strawberries and a bread roll.� A glass of
orange juice was in his left hand.� He approached the bed with his items.� �You
haven�t had food in two days.� I figured you�re pretty close to starving.��
Goku held the plate out to her.�

Looking up at him and then at the
plate of food and glass of juice in his hand, her eyes narrowed suspiciously.�
�You didn�t put anything in it, did you?�

Goku actually looked insulted.�
�What kind of a jerk do you take me for?� I wouldn�t drug you.� I�m not that
low.�

Bulma reached up and took the
plate and glass from his hands, �Well how should I know? I never thought you
would rape me either.� But there have been a lot of unpleasant surprises forced
upon me here.�

Sitting down next to her, Goku
watched as she began to eat her food.� Had it really been that bad for her?� He
thought that she would warm up and enjoy being with him.� He didn�t realize how
serious the situation had been.� �Bulma, I�m sorry.�

She looked at him and shook her
head, swallowing a bit of the ham she had bitten off.� �I can�t forgive you.��
Bulma continued to eat quietly.

He leaned forward and rested his
forehead against her shoulder.� �You smell good.�

�Do you even realize that I could
get pregnant from this?� She stared at her half eaten plate.� She just wasn�t
very hungry.

Goku grabbed the plate from her
and placed it on the floor with the now empty glass.� �You�re not fertile yet,
so you don�t need to worry about that right now.�

�What are you doing now?� Bulma
asked, slightly nervous as she gazed down at her lap.

Smiling lightly, Goku leaned in
and pressed his lips against her shoulder.� �I want to touch you.� He
whispered.

Bulma�s eyes widened and her
heart started to race. �But I don�t want you to.�

�Yes you do, your scent just told
me so.� He grinned against her flesh, �Don�t fight me on it, just let me.�

Swallowing hard, Bulma couldn�t
believe it.� Did she actually want him to? That was impossible, wasn�t it?� She
didn�t have time to answer her internal inquiry as one of his hands cupped her
full breast, gently teasing her soft skin.� Goku saw her face heat and her
scent spike when his other hand started a slow decent down her belly to flatten
against her heated center.� He cupped his hand and his fingers were spreading
her open, and stroking in and out.� This pulled a deep moan from Bulma�s lips
while his slid up her neck, lightly teasing with his tongue.

She jumped a little when his
fingers started rubbing the little pearl at the entrance of her femininity.�
�Oh�I�this is�so wrong.�

Goku left a soft pleased smile
caress his lips as he pulled back from her neck and looked into her half lidded
eyes.� �No it�s not.� He panted.� �You don�t need to think it�s wrong, we�re
good friends you know.� So it is far from wrong.� You�ve always trusted me, why
is it so hard to trust me with this?�

Bulma squeaked and closed her
eyes completely, not able to voice her comment.� The room seemed to echo with
how he was thrusting his fingers in and out of her wet, slick body and she
shoved herself against them so anxiously.

He was watching her face and the
many emotions that crossed it.� She was so beautiful and she knew she was.�
Goku�s gaze dropped to her full lips and he couldn�t wait as he covered them
with his own.� This time she didn�t pull away.� His other hand left her breast
to stroke her up into her hair, while he kissed her deeply.� She seemed very
distracted and actually started kissing him back, it was probably due to the
fact he was still playing between her legs, lifting her body temperature higher
and higher to a boiling point.� Bulma cried out into his mouth as her warmth
coated his hand.

Pulling back from his kissing
her, Goku let her breathe as she panted hard trying to regain her breath and
sense of mind.

�See how good it can be for you
if you don�t fight against me?� He said, resting his chin against her damp
forehead.� Goku felt her hands lightly grip his arms, he wasn�t sure if Bulma
was going to push him from her or pull him closer.� She seemed very unsure.�
Goku would discover what Bulma enjoyed most of all, but first he would take
care of her meal dishes. �I�m going to take care of your dishes and then I�ll
be back.�� He pulled back from her, but she clutched his arms tighter.� �What�s
the matter?�

Bulma didn�t know what was the
matter with her as she was trying to will her heartbeat to slow down.� It
started to feel�lonely when he attempted to move away from her.� �Don�t go
yet.� She couldn�t believe those words actually fell from her lips.

Goku tilted his head to the side,
regarding her.� �I�ll be right back.� He said with promise while he pulled her
forward and into him, where he wrapped his arms around her small form, holding
her close.� He lowered his face into her hair.� �Are you all right, Bulma?� Is
it okay if I go and take care of your dishes now?� I don�t want to attract
ants.�

She felt a little odd, why would
she want him to stay here instead of leave her alone?� Something was wrong and
she shifted back from him, her head lowered, feeling angry with herself.� �Do
what you want, I don�t care.� She said tightly.

Goku was used to her mood swings
like this, one moment she would be happy and giggling and the next she would be
as mad as a hornet and try to knock people�s heads off.� Getting up off the
bed, he reached for the dirty dishes and left the room with them.

Flomping back onto the bed, Bulma
stared up at the ceiling, she swung her arm up and over her forehead.� The next
chance she got, she would run away again.� She really did not want to analyze
what she was feeling right now, and just needed to escape.� Sighing deeply,
Bulma closed her eyes for a moment.

Her eyes popped open, it was dark
the room was silent except for the light snoring behind her.� She felt a weight
on her and glanced down to see Goku�s arm limply wrapped around her.� Bulma
turned her head slightly, seeing that Goku was asleep.� This was it, she could
try and escape!� Slowly and very carefully, she gripped Goku�s arm and nervously,
her heart was ready to jump into her feet as she lifted his arm from her body
and gently moved it so it was by her side instead.� Bulma pulled the blankets
back and was ready to do battle with that nasty rope that was tied around her
ankle.

When she looked down, she was
shocked to find no rope there.� Ha-ha! Goku was such a fool! She was going to
escape now and he would never even know it.� She would be home for sure by
morning.� Bulma swung her legs over the side of the bed, she remembered that her
shorts were still in Gohan�s room.� She would go there first to retrieve
them.�� Placing her feet silently on the floor, Bulma slowly stood as to not
shift the mattress, she was sure any movement would wake Goku up.

She took one step and turned her
head, taking one last glance at Goku.� What she saw there made her feel really
guilty about trying to escape.� Bulma turned completely around and kneeled down
beside the bed, looking down at the young man that was once her friend.�� They
had been through so much together.� He was usually so innocent and gentle.�
This recent behavior, it was scary and strange, not like him at all.� Goku was
sleeping peacefully that he didn�t even seem dangerous, but this man, this
Saiyan man could crush anyone and anything with just one finger.� He had never
used his strength against the weak, he usually stood up for the weak and
suffering, doing everything in his power possible to protect.� But right now,
his hormones were making him act terribly and do things he normally wouldn�t.�
How could Chichi abandon him like this?� Just what kind of a wife was she to do
that to someone she supposedly loved�s time of great need.�

Stretching her fingers forward,
Bulma softly threaded her fingers through Goku�s hair, which despite its appearance
was really quite soft.� She was his friend, his good friend.� �You really do
need me, don�t you?� She whispered so quietly that she almost didn�t even hear
herself speak.� �You�re confused and it doesn�t help that Chichi left you to
suffer with this horrid condition alone.� Well not alone she somehow got me to
stick it out here with you.� What kind of a friend had I been to not see that
you really do need me?��

Biting her lower lip, Bulma
stared at the mattress for a moment and then glanced back up at the peaceful
sleeping Goku.� Making her decision, she got up from the floor and crawled back
into the bed with Goku and snuggled into him. �I�m going to hate myself after
this week is over.� She whispered to herself.� Closing her eyes, Bulma rested her
head against the pillow.

A soft smile spread across Goku�s
face as he opened one eye and seeing her there.� He had been awake the whole
time and was just waiting to see what Bulma was going to do.� He wasn�t an idiot,
he knew she would attempt an escape from him.� He was very relieved that she
had decided against that.� Did this mean that she would willingly spend the
rest of the week with him and like this?� She was putting herself aside for
him?� How completely generous and grand she is.� Goku was never going to take
their friendship for granted ever again.�

Closing his eyes again, he
shifted closer to her.� His arm went around her and pulled her so close.� Goku
nuzzled his face into her neck and breathed in her beautiful scent.� Tomorrow
was going to be different, there wouldn�t be anger or fighting�well that might
not be true, Bulma not getting angry at him was impossible and he smiled to
himself.

� He couldn�t wait for the
morning light.

======

Well that�s it for episode 4.� I
hope it was all to your liking?� There�s much more to come with Goku and Bulma,
stay tuned to find out just what I have in store for my favorite DBZ alternate
pairing.

Thanks for reading,

Ryoko Blue
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