The Obsession

A/N: I know, its been a long time...Had a huge case of writer's block, but my muse came back to me, and once the story began flowing again, I penned it down and came up with this chapter.

Warnings: The content of this chapter contains language,lemon, hints at rape and graphic violence. You've been warned.

Notes: "..." means characters are speaking..and anything in Italics means the character is in thought. Also the more reviews you leave, the more it helps me to feed your interest, so please R&R, it makes the writing process a little easier :D. Enjoy...

“Do you know how much I love you?”

His voice was a whisper of pain, a voice of affliction.

He stroked her head gently, cradling it, as if she were a baby…

She lifted her head, looked into opaque eyes that held her reflection in them, eyes that were fiery with unspoken anger.

In response, she nodded, and begged him to release me.

The Ki restraints burned into my skin, two bound my hands against the wall, and one was tearing away at the flesh of my throat. The pain was utterly excruciating, causing tears to well up in my eyes.

“I know Vegeta, I love you too.” She sobbed against his chest, telling him that it had all been one big mistake, that it meant nothing.

Her words were daggers to my heart…

I watched as a smirk came over the prince’s lips, his intense black eyes, meeting my own.

“Look at him…”

She turned, stared at me, her blue eyes apologizing for everything that was said, everything that we had done.

“Tell him…tell him he means nothing to you.” His voice, still a dark whisper, commanded.

Bulma was shaking, sweat pouring down her face, tears falling freely as she looked at me…

“Tell him…”

Her lips parted, as if she were trying to do as he said, but couldn’t will her voice to come out of her.

I watched in horror, as his hands came around her throat…I watched as he tore away at her clothes.

A smirk came across his lips as he brought his thunderous eyes to meet mine.

“You think you own the world don’t you…”

I shook my head, trying to find a trace of the respect that he once had for me in his heart.

He turned his attention back to Bulma, and I watched as he willed the power of the super saiyan in him. His power surged around him in a gold ball of fury and he roared into the air…

“WELL YOU DO NOT OWN HER KAKARROT, SHE IS MINE, AND YOU WILL SEE THAT SHE IS!!!”

“Vegeta, Vegeta…NOOO!!” I yelled with all my might.



I woke up gasping for air, felt as if I had been suffocated. My entire body was soaked, and my chest was heaving, my skin felt as if I had just run through the depths of hell and had a picnic there.

Bulma’s delicate hands came to my face, her deep blue eyes filled with concern.

“Goku, what happened…Goku?!”

It occurred to me then, that she had been trying to wake me, but I was so deep in the dream that not even Kami could’ve pulled me out of it.

My arms came around her and I pulled her to my chest.

“Goku, you were screaming.” She said, breathing into my skin.

Paranoia…

Paranoia was claiming me, as if it had fucked me on my wedding night.

I couldn’t tell her that I was afraid of Vegeta finding out, as a matter of fact, during our time together, I didn’t want to even mention him.

“I just have a lot on mind Bulma…” I told her, hoping she would leave it alone.

She didn’t…

“This has been going on a lot Goku, first you were waking up in the middle of the night, and now your screaming and talking in your sleep.” She said, her arms folding under her breasts.

This translated; you better tell me what’s going on…

I was too mesmerized by her body.

I kept staring at her breasts, and before I knew it, her nipples were in my mouth, and my name rose out of her mouth as if she knew no other words.

“Goku...” Her hands tangled up in my hair, and she through her head back.

I continued sucking them, holding her breasts in my hands as I licked her into ecstasy, I leaned back and then pulled her on top of me, and slowly, she slid down my hard flesh.

I lost myself inside of her, burying my guilt, anger and paranoia deep into her body. I penetrated her with everything I felt, including my unspoken love for her. My hands traced every curve of her body. My mouth kissed and sucked every inch of her succulent, luscious flesh, and in those moments, all i felt was her.

Both our moans filled the night air, until our climaxes claimed us.

“Goku.” She whispered into my ear, her fingers traveled up and down my chest. I turned to her, letting my eyes wander over the creamy complexion, and beautiful curves of her body. I met her cerulean eyes that were clouded over with lust and concern.

“I still want to know why you woke up screaming and shaking.” She said, stroking the side of my face.

I took a deep breath and debated whether or not I should tell her.

After a few moments, she began to grow impatient and she poked one of her fingers into my chest.

“Goku, you better tell me.” She stated in a authoritative tone, her blue eyes turning a dark shade from her frustration.

I smiled sweetly and said “does it really matter Bulma? It was about 2 hours ago.”

She turned away from me and went quiet, so quiet that my sensitive hearing was barely picking up on her breathing.

I ran a hand down her arm, and she shuddered, and wrapped her arms around herself. I grabbed her and pulled her to my chest and watched as two tears ran down her face.

I sighed and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

She leaned into me and finally broke her silence and said, “It’s not you Goku, its Vegeta.”

“Vegeta?” I asked tensing at the mention of his name.

She sighed hard and said, “During the beginning stages of our relationship, he used to do that…” she paused and closed her eyes, loosing herself in painful memories. “He would be sleeping and then all of a sudden, begin yelling and thrashing about,then he would wake up in a pool of sweat, with me screaming his name.” She opened her eyes and looked at me. “And then when I would ask him about it, he would always say nothing and turn away from me, sometimes he would just up and leave me in the middle of the night.”

Her tears flowed freely now and I brushed them away with my thumbs, and held her in my arms.

“Does he still do it?” I asked after a few moments passed and she had visibly calmed down, even though I had no idea how she felt inside.

She shook her head no, and told me that his dreams began to stop around the time Trunks was turning two.

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, and said. “I’ve been talking to Vegeta.”

Her eyes widened, and her entire body became tense and she focused her attention on me, and everything I said next. I put my hands on her shoulders and told her that I hadn’t told him anything about us. She relaxed a bit and nodded me for to continue.

“Vegeta is….”

“HES KNOWS SOMETHING, DOESN'T HE ?!” she screamed and my ears rang from the high pitch her voice took on. I know she was panicking. It seemed paranoia had claimed her as well.

So much for thinking she had relaxed…

“Bulma calm down.” I said, shaking out of her shock.

“OH KAMI, HES GONNA KILL ME…” She said, her eyes glazing over with pure fear.

“BULMA, CALM THE HELL DOWN!” , I yelled.

She looked at me, and went quiet, but her eyes mirrored how I felt inside. They reflected my own anxiety and guilt.

“He believes your cheating on him Bulma, but he doesn’t know with whom.” I said as softly as I could.

“Is that what he said?”

“Yes.”

She sank down against the mattress.

“He hasn’t touched me in days, which is unusual for him because he usually takes me every single day, unless he’s away from home, and he’s always watching me, my every move. Observing my behavior and my body, like a cheetah stalking its prey. Vegeta is waiting for the right moment to pounce on me Goku, and when he does…” She swallowed hard, and breathed deeply.

“I’ll be dead...”

I shook my head no, and turned her to look at me. “No, Vegeta wouldn’t kill you…He can’t.”I said trying to convince myself as well as her.

Bulma looked away from my gaze and said, “He can, and he will.”

After that, Bulma stayed away from me for awhile, and it gave us both sometime to think things through.

Honestly, I didnt want things to change between us. Although I knew she didn’t want Vegeta to find out, I figured that if he did, he’d want to fight, and there was my advantage.

He may have been older, but I was stronger.

His advantage however, was that he was a master strategist.

He was also extremely faster than me, and if his rage mixed with his power, then he would be completely unstoppable…

Even for me…

So then what?

“Find out who he is.”

Vegeta’s voice was a constant echo in my mind. As much as I wanted to not care about his emotions, I knew that my deception was wrong, no matter how many angles you viewed it from.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t heard my son yelling for me to stop daydreaming and fight him.

“Dad, come on!” Goten yelled, his frustration evident in his body language and his dark eyes were fiery and focused.

I got into my fighting stance, and set my mind on the task at hand, when suddenly I felt a strong surge of power, slightly more powerful than my son.

It was Trunks…

Trunks landed right in between me and Goten. His usual bright blue eyes where dark and bloodshot, and his face was slightly red as if he had been crying.

Immediately, I told Goten to go into the house.

He refused to because he wanted to know what was going on with his friend, but even Trunks told him that for the time being, he’d rather just talk to me.

Goten sadly obliged and went into the house, leaving me alone with the son of the Prince of Saiyans.

“What happened Trunks?” I asked, staring at the lavender haired pre-teen.

He looked away from me, and inhaled deep and long, “My dad is acting strange.”

I nodded for him to continue.

“He and my mother argue all the time, it’s what they do, so I’m used to it.” He said in a way of trying to convince me that his tears weren’t because his parents were arguing.

“But this time, it’s different.”

Different

“My father thinks that my mother doesn’t love him anymore.”

Vegeta is waiting for the right moment to pounce on me…

“He’s been watching everything she does, and asking her when she goes out for long periods of time, where she’s been, and why she smells so different.”

She smelled..sweaty

I tried to shake my mind free from Bulma and Vegeta’s words, tried to concentrate on what Trunks was saying.

“He said he can smell another male on her, and it’s not long before he’ll be able to identify the scent.”

Trunks looked at me, his aqua eyes sparkling with tears that he tried to pull back…

“Why would my mother cheat on my dad?!” He yelled.

My heart tightened, to the point I felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack.

“He gave his life for us.” Trunks said, referring to Vegeta’s suicide attack on Majin Buu.

My throat felt like it was on fire, as Trunks eyes locked with mine.

“I don’t want to believe it, I can’t believe it.” He said, repeating himself over and over.

“When he does…”

“I’ll be dead...”

No, Bulma

“She isn’t cheating right Goku, she can’t cheat on my father, she loves him right.”

Vegeta can’t kill you

I shook my head, the voices in my mind driving me to the brink of insanity, I was drowning in my own guilt.

Trunks began sobbing uncontrollably, through his cries I heard him speaking about his sister crying during their arguments, and them yelling so loud they wouldn’t hear her. How he would get up in the middle of the night, and rock her slowly back to sleep. The nights he would try to drown out the screaming, the sounds of smacking and things breaking, and try to make himself go to sleep.

The times he saw his father with deep scratch marks on his face.

The times he saw his mother drink and smoke for hours.

“They are going to end up leaving each other, and then what will happen with me and Bra?” He asked, sounding so dejected and hurt.

I couldn’t will my voice to come to me…

I couldn’t go and comfort him…

I was frozen…

Vegeta wouldn’t kill you…He can’t.

"He can, and he will.”

I shook my head a million times and tried to concentrate and find Vegeta’s power level. When I locked on, I felt his energy surging. It gripped on to me as if beckoning me to come there.

It was all the invitation I needed.

With that I put two fingers to my temple, and disappeared into Capsule Corp.