Full Spectrum | By : Ginia Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2859 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Special thanks to the Prince's Jewel for beta reading this for me.
Yamcha and Krillin stalked across the starlit shore of
Master Roshi’s island. The darkness of the silent beach was a good match for
the dark thoughts that haunted both men’s minds.
… Bulma and Trunks had been kidnapped from the mall more
that 12 hours earlier… Vegeta had gone to meet their captors nearly six hours
later… after more than 6 hours in captivity Vegeta had not managed to free
himself or his family… what could be strong enough to hold Vegeta for more
than 6 hours… what could they do against something that strong… Tien
should have arrived an hour ago… what could be keeping him… what would they
do once he finally arrived…
Over the water a distant light twinkled and rapidly
approached. Within moments a hover car landed and its single passenger jumped
out. “Hi-ya Boys!” Launch greeted the pair. “Tien was being a
self-righteous ass so I came without him!”
“What?!”
“He’s not coming?!”
“Why not?!” Krillin and Yamcha were almost falling over each other in shock
from the casually delivered bombshell.
“Oh I think he’ll show up before the fun starts,” and
she began to explain. “When I told Tien about your call - that Veggie and
company had been kidnapped by someone who knew about Saiyans, well he started
spouting off about this being Vegeta’s problem because of his murderous past.
That Bulma knew what she was getting into when she chose to accept Vegeta into
her bed, that she was also accepting his past and everything that went with it,
yada yada yada... Actually I don’t think he ever forgave her for leaving
Yamcha for Vegeta – if that’s really what happened…” Launch shrugged her
shoulders, “Tien’ll be here though, I’d bet on it.”
“I know Tien was shocked about Vegeta and Bulma getting
together – I was more upset than anyone but---” Yamcha began.
“I can’t believe Tien would just abandon Bulma and
Trunks to some alien kidnapper---” continued Krillin.
“Well boys, that’s the sticking point – Bulma
‘may’ have chosen to accept the risks of Veggies past but that baby did not.
Trunks is an innocent in all of this – regardless of who his father is – and
he deserves our help. Tien will be here, you can count on it. Now come on –
lets take a look at what we’ve got to work with. Any word from Piccolo?”
* * * * * * * * *
It didn’t take long to show Launch the limited
information they had. The desolate region identified in the kidnappers’ note
was easy enough to locate on a map but only Yamcha’s high altitude flight over
the area had been able to actually confirm the presence of some sort of
structure, probably a spaceship, in the designated area.
Krillin explained that basically their plan was to wait
till dawn then attempt to gain entrance to the craft, locate their missing
friends, and whisk them away to safety. Hopefully everything would happen
without a full on confrontation with the ship’s crew.
Launch couldn’t believe her ears. “You call that a
plan? The aliens are just going to let us waltz right in, search their ship, and
then just waltz out again with their prisoners? Give me a break guys! How about
a little subterfuge, a little distraction for the guards? Anything?!? Even a
goody-two-shoes like Krillin should be able to come up with a better plan than
that!”
As Launch gently expressed her concerns, Krillin and Yamcha
just smiled, “That’s where Piccolo comes in…”
* * * * * * * * *
Goku couldn’t sleep. As quietly as he could he climbed
out of bed and went to stand at the window. He knew that Krillin and the others
would be able to reach the hidden location of the kidnappers better than he
could. He knew it - but, well, just hanging around while his friends were
in trouble was really hard!
Goku wanted to follow the directions that Brietoth guy had
left for Vegeta and get his friends out now! But if Vegeta was right -
that the bad guys really were watching the Saiyans’ every move, then they
would be able to avoid him easily until they were ready to meet up on their
terms – just like they had apparently done with Vegeta.
Goku thought about what Vegeta had told him. If all that
stuff was true… then if he went anywhere near that base, Brietoth would just
move it to a new location leaving Krillin and the others without whatever small
advantage they might have had. Staying with Chichi and Gohan was the right thing
to do – but it sure wasn’t easy.
Goku could sense the energies of his friends gathering on
Master Roshi’s island. He knew he should be sleeping so he would be fully
rested and ready when they called on him to use his instant transmission to join
the rescue force at the last moment. He was pretty sure nothing would happen
before morning but he just couldn’t settle down.
“Goku? Please come back to bed, it’s late…”
murmured a sleepy voice from the bed.
“I’m sorry Chichi,” Goku whispered. “I didn’t
mean to wake you up. I just can’t seem to go to sleep. I keep thinking all
kinds of things… like what if it had been you kidnapped instead of Bulma… I
can’t stand the thought of someone taking you away from me.” Goku laid down
beside Chichi, drawing her close against him, “I don’t know what I would do
without you.”
“Oh Goku,” sighed Chichi snuggling closer and smoothing
her fingertips over his bare chest. “Sometimes you say just the right
things.” Lifting her face to his she kissed him softly then gently bit and
pulled on his lower lip with her tiny teeth.
“I know what will help you sleep,” she whispered
against his cheek once she released his lips. Chichi pushed him onto his back
then moved to sit over her husband, straddling his waist. Goku began to run his
hands over her thighs where they rested against his sides as Chichi continued to
speak quietly, “You just be still while I help you relax…”
Taking his hands from her thighs, Chichi raised her
husband’s arms to lie above his head.
“Don’t move – let me handle everything,” she
murmured into his ear. As she returned to her comfortable seat she let her hands
smooth over the powerful shoulders before her. Tracing every lift and curve of
hard muscle as she slowly drew her fingertips down his chest until she
discovered his soft nipples. Leaning over him again Chichi began to lick and nip
at those tender ovals. They quickly hardened into erect
nubs which she began to tease and roll.
In the dim light Goku’s eyes followed Chichi’s every
move as she stroked and caressed his sensitive flesh. When Chichi raised her
face from his massive chest their eyes locked, treating her to such a look of
adoration and need that it took her breath away.
This was the Man/Child she loved. Innocent and open,
wearing his emotions clear as crystal on his beautiful face – nothing at all
like that beast Vegeta… Chichi mentally shook herself at the thought of Vegeta
and the new troubles that had found her family because of him. No. She would not
think of that now, she would let nothing interfere with this moment. Tomorrow
Goku would leave her once again to risk his life in battle and play the
world’s hero – but right now he needed only her; her love and the pleasure
she could give him.
Chichi slid herself down Goku’s abdomen until his swollen
length was pressed against the rounded cheeks of her butt. Leaning back slightly
she rocked from side to side brushing firmly against him.
“Can you do it Goku? Can you be a good boy and hold
still?” she whispered teasingly as her hands sought and caressed her own pert
breasts.
Goku groaned and lifted his hips in an attempt to increase
the contact between their bodies and his hands twitched with the need to caress
her silken globes himself. Chichi smiled and watched as Goku’s eyes tracked
her one hand as it trailed slowly down her body to brush at the dark curls
nestled against him while her other hand continued to stroke her breast.
Her honey had already begun to collect where her center
pressed against him, adding a slick heat to the rocking motion of her body.
“Shall I touch myself for you, Goku? Would you like to see that?” Chichi
asked as she leaned farther back against his hot length and her fingers began to
trace and separate the petals of her flower now visible between them. Goku
licked his dry lips and nodded vigorously for her to continue.
Chichi drew her fingertips along her moist slit, capturing
and spreading the creamy liquid over her eager clit. Knowing that Goku watched
her, knowing how much he enjoyed seeing her pleasure, added an extra thrill to
her every movement.
Her fingertips circled and stroked the sensitive bud,
leaving only briefly to dip deeper into her dripping center to draw forth and
share the liquid treasure of her depths until her body began to jerk with each
flick of her fingertips. At first her soft pants and moans were the only sounds
in the starlit bedroom but as her every movement stroked his shaft against her
butt, Goku’s quiet grunts soon joined hers as he enjoyed both the visual and
physical stimulation.
As Chichi’s pleasure grew so did her frustration. Every
time her fingers ventured into her depths only emphasized the emptiness her
fingers could never fill. When she could take no more she finally spoke to Goku
for the first time since she had begun, “Ohhhh, I’m ready Goku, I’m
ready…” She moaned as she continued to stroke herself.
She leaned forward to kiss him briefly; their tongues
thrusting into one another in imitation of what their bodies longed to do as
Goku reached out his large hands to her slender waist, positioning her above his
desperately pulsing shaft. His eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to slowly
lower the moaning woman around his thick length.
As soon as he was fully sheathed, Chichi adjusted her
position so that she was perched on her toes and then began to move. With
Goku’s hands on her hips to lend her balance, Chichi lifted herself until just
the quivering tip of his manhood remained within her opening – then slowly
descended, squeezing rhythmically around him.
“Chichi…” he groaned at the tight fit made even
tighter by her contractions, he involuntarily thrust his hips up to meet hers.
Guided by his urgent hands, their joinings quickly became hard and fast, filling
the room with the sounds of their desperate yearning.
Chichi threw her head back and pinched her own nipples as
she rode the powerful man beneath her. Suddenly the fire ignited within Goku by
Chichi’s surreal movements and fed by her tight embrace exploded into an
inferno of desperate need. Goku flipped her beneath him and thrust his length
with primal need into her depths. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist,
attempting to hold him even closer.
Chichi’s back arched, increasing the friction against her
clit and her nails racked down Goku’s back as he rammed into her again and
again. The intensity of sensation pushed her ever closer to her release until
she could take no more and her orgasm finally erupted, pulling Goku over the
edge along with her.
As the quakes of pleasure gradually subsided Goku rolled to
his side holding Chichi in his warm embrace and murmured into her ear, “You
were right again Chichi, I’ll have no trouble sleeping now.”
* * * * * * * * *
Stripping off the destroyed remains of her clothing Bulma
moved to the sink and gently began to wash the blood from her body. The bites on
her breasts had already begun to display dark bruises but at least the painfully
torn flesh no longer bled.
Looking at herself in the mirror brought the events of the
last half hour vividly to mind. Seeing the marks left by Vegeta's fingers on her
arms and legs, the damage done by her own clothing as he tore them away from
her… It was almost like reliving each event as her eyes confirmed the reality
of her memories.
Closing her eyes as she clutched the sink, Bulma thought
back to what Brietoth had said, that she controlled Vegeta now, that he was her
creature. Could that be true? No - or at least it wasn’t true yet. Bulma had
seen Vegeta's eyes when he realized what he was doing, had seen his pain and
shame over his actions. Vegeta was still her husband, the man who loved her,
regardless of the influence of Brietoth’s implants.
Those implants were, after all, just machines and no
machine ever built was beyond the ability of Bulma Briefs to understand. And
what she understood – she could alter. Vegeta’s cooperation would help a lot
in gaining a better understanding of how those implants worked. That is if he
would speak to her at all.
Wrapping a towel around her, Bulma opened the bathroom door
a crack and softly called Vegeta’s name. When there was no answer she pulled
the door open and peeked out.
Vegeta was gone.
Bulma quickly checked the door to the corridor – still
locked. Why would Vegeta have left and locked the door behind him? Did Brietoth
order him out… or had he left by choice – to try and keep his distance from
her? Perhaps to protect her from himself?
Somehow Bulma needed to figure out the meaning behind what
Vegeta had said before he’d confined her to the bathroom. With Vegeta gone his
words were all she had to go on if she had any hope at all of understanding the
true nature of those damn implants.
Glancing around the room Bulma noticed that the floor had
been cleaned since she had last seen it, and that a few new items had been left
on the bed. Bulma was soon dressed in generic pajamas with drawstring bottoms
and a top similar to a short hospital gown.
Comfortably, if not stylishly dressed, she began to satisfy
the hunger that had been only a background annoyance until faced with the
wonderful aroma coming from the still warm food on the covered tray. Now there
was another mystery for her to think about – Vegeta had to be as hungry as she
was, and knowing him probably hungrier, yet he had left this tray untouched.
Could it have been brought in after he left? Probably not… the tray had been
loaded with a Saiyan’s serving size of food. It could not have been meant for
just her.
Once her stomach was happily filled her thoughts turned to
Trunks. Was he hungry? Was he being properly cared for? Now that she was alone
in the cabin would Trunks be returned to her? Where had Vegeta gone and why?
What were her friends doing about getting them out of here – wherever 'here'
was…
Bulma’s thoughts tumbled with unanswered questions as the
emotional roller-coaster she was on began to take its exhausting toll. Setting
the tray on the small table Bulma decided that a rested mind would have a better
chance of searching out the answers she needed. Lying down on the bed for what
she promised herself would be just a short rest, Bulma let her eyes close and in
moments she was sound asleep.
* * * * * * * * *
End Part 6
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