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Himitsu

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Written: 6-10-05

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!

Notes: This fic is inspired by some artwork I'd done recently, "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.

| ...words... | denotes thought.

[ Chapter .04]

"You're late..." he says annoyed, standing in the doorway, nude, save for the towel around his neck.

"Oh! Son Kun!" Bulma says as if she weren't expecting me. Popping her head over Bejiita's muscular
shoulder on her way to the bathroom. "You're late" she says flatly and with a pout. Yes. Thank you for noticing.
I almost feel betrayed. Like 'how dare they finish without me.' But that's just silly. Bulma walks off awkwardly,
giving me some idea of where the dildo was used. She pouts and limps all the way to the shower. Bejiita walks,
with surprising ease I might add, to the dresser and opens a drawer while I stew in my own annoyed, frustrated
thoughts. I absentmindedly lick the substance off my finger I'd wiped off the bed. I'm lost in my own musings
when I realize what it is in my mouth. Again. But somehow that doesn't stop me from sucking it off my index
finger anyway.

"Do you want some more?" Bejiita whispers and I jump. His warm breath ghosting past my ear. When
did he get so close to me?! My heart beats oddly in my chest. Why didn't I notice?

I'm across the room in an instant. Breathing hard as if I'd just run a race. Bejiita just looks at me. He
grins wolfishly at my unease and beet red face while he stands there naked as the day he was born. I'm not so
naive that I don�t realize the implication of what he just said. I manage to feel mortified and aroused at the
same time. Neither emotion is allowed to win out over the other.

"Oh Bejiita stop being a sick fuck and leave him alone! You nearly gave him a heart attack!!" Bulma
yells from the bathroom doorway, looking at my panicked expression. Ignoring the semi erection I'm sporting.

She walks over to me smiling apologetically. "Don't worry about him Gokuu" she croons softly, placing
her hand on my shoulder, trying to soothe me. "I won't let him corrupt you" she says shooting Bejiita a nasty
look. Which he counters with a wider smile.

I swallow against my discomfort, still tasting him at the back of my throat.

[I think she might be too late.]

Maybe I need to go home...

I just smile, looking down at my shoes as I IT out.

"See what you did!?" Bulma yells at Bejiita disdainfully.

[ See what he did...]

[ ..... ]

Most likely the result of Bulma's chastisement, Bejiita did not call me again for the rest of the week.
And what a boring, frustrating week it ended up being. More failed attempts at sex with my own wife, more training
of my increasingly lazy, out of shape son. Though I can�t really get mad at him. There aren't any new foes or
reasons to train other than boredom, and Trunks always managed to help him with that. There was also much
more lolling around the house, lying in the grass and soaking up the sun. As odd as this sounds I keep wishing
someone would come threaten my life so I could take my frustrations out on them.

[ ..... ]

It is late afternoon, a Thursday, exactly 9 days later and I was having a great old time making another
Gokuu shaped dent in the tall grass near my house when Bejiita finally calls me and delivers me from boredom.
I IT directly to his ki instead of Bulma's bedroom. But when I arrive he is still clothed, and Bulma is no where
in sight. There is no sex to witness, no bare, sweating flesh to be mesmerized by. No new erotic scene to burn
into my memory. Just Bejiita puttering about his sparsely furnished, utilitarian room.

I skip the pleasantries. "I don't suppose Bulma's coming anytime soon?" I ask as he walks back and
forth between a bag of clothes on the bed and his dresser. New clothes I'm guessing.

"No. Sorry none of that today." he says sarcastically, ignoring my partial erection and folding a new
stripped, blue, button up shirt. I was always under the impression that he would only call me if they were doing
that. He would call, I would come and watch, they would do whatever it is they felt like, then we'd part ways
again and I'd rush home to my wife and try to have my way with her. That was the routine.

Why change a good thing?

"It's not like you had anything better to do anyway..." Bejiita says as if he'd heard my thoughts.

"I guess you're right," I say as he watches me pick the grass out of my hair.

"You're such a hick Kakarotto..."

"Well thanks..." I know he meant it as one of his many insults, but I have no problem with being a
country boy. I can't imagine living here in the city. I guess I'd be less bored, but it was just so loud and busy
and polluted. I suppose the frenetic, never sleep, A.S.A.P. sort of urban mentality was perfect for Bejiita. And
Bulma, well, she barely left her lab anyway. So it didn't matter as much where she lived.

"Ah shit!"

Yea. Bejiita actually managed to go a whole five minutes without cursing. It was a miracle!

"I forgot the shaving cream." It's funny how our hair reaches a certain length then never grows
anymore, yet we still need to shave. He immediately walks out of the room as if getting this cream was the most
important thing in the world. A few minutes later he walks back into the room looking at me in disdain.

"What?"

"What�s the hold up?! Aren't you coming?"

"Oh!" I get up suddenly following close behind.

[ ..... ]

Chichi seems not to care where I go lately, there are no battles to win, no world needs saving.
So I follow him around for the rest of the day having absolutely nothing else to occupy my time. Watching him
do the strange little mundane things that fill his life when he's not training to beat my ass, or screwing Bulma
into the bed. It's funny how last time I had nothing else to do is what started my whole peep show routine. 'Idle
hands are the tools of the devil' and all that, I joke to myself.

"What are you laughing about over there?" Bejiita asks, looking at me like the idiot he thought I was
while he picked up another pair of boxers. As tight as his clothing tends to be, I didn't even know he wore
underwear.

"Hm? Oh nothing don�t mind me."

"Loon. Are you hearing voices in your head and trying to cover it up?" He says half serious.

"Not exactly."

Not bothering to keep the conversation going he goes on picking his size and colors. Blue seemed to be
his favorite. Gee who'd have thought? Well... he does look good in it...

Apparently shaving cream wasn't all Bejiita forgot to buy and we end up going to a number of stores. All
with strange wares and even stranger people. They all speak so quickly. Walk with such purpose. Everything seems
so rushed, so structured. Normally I'd avoid the malls unless Chichi dragged me there where she fought
with other insane women over sales and deals on clothes. But somehow this time around the mall and city didn't seem
quite so bad. Almost like a new little world that one could explore. I'm almost tempted to pop into the candy shop,
but I don't have a single Zeni on me. I suppose I could ask Bejiita, who seems to have an abundance if it. But... no.

We drive back to CC in dare I say companionable silence. I sit in the passenger seat watching to world
pass by at 55 miles per hour. I almost never ride in cars. Granted I did learn to drive, but frankly I can fly
and I have Nimbus. So I never saw the point. But Bejiita is a far cry from pure of heart or mind. Even if there
was enough room for all these bags on that cloud, he's never be able to sit on it.

Come to think of it... I'm not so sure if I can ride Nimbus either now...

Either way, the car ride home is surprisingly nice.

I look over at Bejiita while he concentrates on the road. I think I almost see a small smile on his lips.
But the setting sun is in my eyes so it's probably just my imagination.

[ ..... ]

Bejiita hauls all his expensive purchases out of the car. Only shaving cream huh? I think he just likes to
shop and won't own up to it.

I watch him walk around his room putting things away. In almost no time at all, he's done and heading
towards one of Bulma's many labs, with me close at his heels. We check one lab. But she's not in it. We move on,
searching lab after lab and all her usual haunts before deciding to check her bedroom. When in doubt, always
check the bedroom.

Indeed she is there, sitting on her oversized bed holding a bowl of fresh fruit. She simply smiles.
This is probably the first time Bejiita doesn't have to call me over to watch, because I'm already here. The scene
that follows is not nearly as sexually explicit as the others, but still holds it's own sort of intimacy and steamy
eroticism.

Bulma pushes a slice of cantaloupe* against Bejiita's lips before he opens them and takes a bite. The ripe fruit
perfumes the air. It's a refreshing change to the thick, heady scent of vaginal secretions, hormones, sex and
Bejiita that usually filled the room. Though the combination did smell divine.

The juice from the cantaloupe* dribbles from his mouth when he takes another sloppy bite. I lick my lips as the
trail of sweet liquid drips off his chin and onto his chest.

Just then my stomach feels the need to announce how hungry I actually am. I've gone all day without food
and I didn't even notice! Bulma looks shocked, then giggles like a little girl. Bejiita stops in mid chew and just shakes
his head, trying not to laugh. I look down at the bed, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. That silly little grin begins
to find its way on my face before Bejiita takes pity on me. He pulls a banana from the bowl on the bed and peels it for
me. He holds it at the end of his outstretched arm.

"Well? Here. Eat it."

I lean forward until half the banana is in my mouth. Without pulling back I take a series of small bites until
the entire banana is in my mouth and the peel hangs limply in his hand. I think I hear a small, startled exhalation
of breath and the hand holding the fruit quivers for just a moment.

But it's probably just my imagination.

"Heh. Thanks!" I say around the chunk of banana still in my mouth.

"...Hn..."

They finish their fruit and scene ends as innocently and quietly as it began. There was nothing leud or tawdry
about what they did. Just a quite moment of closeness and intimacy without sex. I didn't even know that was possible.
Looking back at it now, I actually feel kind of sad.

[ ..... ]

The following morning I wake to the smell of buttermilk pancakes. The aroma pulls me by the nose until
I reach the kitchen where my chef of a wife has made something delicious to fill my already rumbling stomach.

"Mornin Chichi! Gosh* that smells good!"

"Mornin," she says, still facing the stove and reaching into the cabinet for the syrup. No pancake is
complete without it! I slather butter and maple syrup over my first mound of pancakes. Chichi turns to pour
a glass or orange juice. By the time the glass is full, my plate is empty.

"My g-d!* Where do you put it all?!"

Chichi never ceased to be amazed by my appetite. I simply grin as I fill my plate again.

Then I feel it. Bejiita's calling me again. It's so early in the morning though! Maybe he's just messing
with my head again and they're not really doing anything. Not that I minded spending time with them either way.

I finish my pancakes as fast as I ever have and take off out the window. Too fast for Chichi to ask where
I'm going and when I'll be back. About a quarter of the way to CC I realize I might actually be missing something.
As not to repeat the mistakes of last time, I IT straight to the bedroom. A room I've grown so fond of and know
so well. The white, wispy curtains that always billowed even when there seemed to be no wind. The deep reds and
rich wood and earthy, lavish tones Bulma's picked to decorate her room. Her sanctuary. Our sanctuary.

Bulma's bedroom was truly a mystery. A wonder of the world. A sort of magical, powerful place because
somehow all the velvet, and luxury, and sex had caused all three of us to undergo some temporary transformation.
To the point where who we were inside Bulma's room was not who we were to the rest of the world. The room made
us something akin to super heroes with a alter egos, disguises and secret lives. By day, Bulma is a mild mannered,
reclusive computer and tech nerd, toiling away in her wondrous lab, creating yet another lucrative and brilliant
invention. But by night, she is unleashed! Like an animal being let out of a cage. She takes off her glasses, lets her
hair down, and screams her joy to the world. No gadgets, not technology, no logic, no rhyme, no reason. A woman
bound by science, structured systematic thinking and living one moment, and a free spirit the next.

You wouldn't even recognize her out of her so called 'disguise' if you didn't know what to look for.

But Bejiita.. he had the most miraculous metamorphosis of all. Bulma's costume was technology. For Bejiita,
clothes seem to make all the difference. When Bejiita is dressed, he is a completely different person. He's
taciturn, withdrawn, acerbic, and cruel often to the point of being funny. Most of all he seems to hate being touched.
By day he retreats into a shell, and keeps everyone at arms length with anger and insults. But when naked... he's
so very different. He's warmer, outgoing, uninhibited. He loves to be touched, to have the attention on him at
all times. He does not push others away but invites them in. Even me. He's still sarcastic, but somehow in a whole
new way. A way that doesn't hurt or make someone feel less than what they are. And perhaps the most noticeable
change of all: the touchy, hard ass, prude of a man I took him for is really a sexual conqueror. Who masterfully
holds the reins of our passion. He is always the center of focus in these little romps. We all know it and he loves
every minute of it. I used to wonder of he liked anything other than the thought of one day beating me.
Or even killing me. It makes me happy that he can enjoy something that does not bring pain and death, but ecstasy.

It's as if hiding his nudity with blue spandex is like hiding his true self. But did he even have a true
self? What if the sexual, vivacious being I'd seen in Bulma's bedroom was not the real him, and the moody, violent,
sarcastic one I've known for all these years... the version of him that seems to care nothing for me was the "real'
one? What if they are both real, and chance circumstances brings the two versions of him out. Kind of like me
and my so called inner pervert hidden behind the youthful innocence of my eyes.

I suppose in the end it really doesn't even matter.

I'm pulled from my thoughts as Bejiita finally saunters into the room. Bulma and I have been waiting patiently
for him to make his entrance. She lounges on the plush pillows and silk sheets languidly, watching him coyly from
under deep blue lashes. Nude save for a small smile.

"What? No chocolate? No rope?" she asks, slightly surprised. She was expecting another on of their
inventive bouts of sex. As was I.

"Not today..." he says simply, his voice just barely audible.

Instead of him pouncing on her, or them nearly attacking each other with groping, and rough, open
mouthed kisses, they take it slow. Kissing and caressing and touching where they'd be grasping or stroking
or twisting.

It's so very different from the kinky, freaky sex they'd normally have. I'd always though that's the
only kind of sex they had. They've proved me wrong yet again. This... this is slower, deeper. Twice the passion
at half the speed. Sex didn�t have to be wild or rough to be pleasurable. Bejiita was not being obscene, or
using profanity. Bulma was not screaming at the top of her lungs or grabbing herself. There are no tricks, no
gimmicks, no kinks or fetishes. There is no outlandish coupling. Just missionary, unlike other times where
the position would have them in opposite directions, this one allowed them to face each other.

They aren't experimenting, or putting on a show, nothing like that. For the first time in a while, they just
seem like two people that genuinely care about each other, enjoying and sharing their bodies. It's the first time
they truly seem like a couple to me. Watching them feels very different than before. They moan in unison
as Bejiita, with far more tenderness and gentleness than I though he was capable of, pushes into her. Slowly.
Pushing all the way in then pulling almost completely out.

"UUnnnnnn...." Bulma wraps her arms and legs completely around him and lets out a much longer, lower
moan than usual. A moan that draws out of her as slowly as Bejiita pushes in. He kisses her for what seems
like forever before they finally part and he just watches her writhe under him, smiling at her warm, lazy
euphoria.

As the pleasure mounts Bejiita forgoes some of his gentleness and moves faster. Bulma holds onto him
for dear life and chants his name like a mantra as he pushes her over the edge. Afterwards, she glows like an
angel. Bejiita watches her as she breathes and sighs. She looks replete, at peace, completely sated, and most
importantly, she smiles the small gratified smile of a person that knows they are truly cared for. For
a moment, my erection is completely forgotten and all I feel is pain. My chest and my heart sink. It hurts to watch,
because again Chichi had never once looked like that in bed. And worst yet, I've never experienced the sort of
complete adoration Bulma so clearly feels now.

I can't even remember the last time Chichi and I truly made love. If ever.

Continued.

A/N.

1. Cantaloupe* : A year ago I had a dream I was Gokuu and I was doing indecent things to Bejiita. In the dream Bejiita
tasted just like ripe cantaloupe. So I thought it'd be interesting to have him eating it. That, and I like cantaloupe.

2. Gosh* : just really seems like something an innocent, country bumpkin like Gokuu would say. ^_^

3. My g-d!* : Remember, Chichi is oddly religious so I just thought it would be appropriate she didn't actually take the
lord's name in vain :P
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