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[ Himitsu ]	By : RenaSama Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 5507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Himitsu

Author: Rena "Sama" / 'the light'

Contact: soaringshadow@yahoo.com

Date Written: 6-20-05

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 .05]

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

[ ..... ]

I breathe in another lung full of the dizzying scent only sex can produce before I fly home.
I fly very slowly this time. Just thinking. I never though of Bejiita and Bulma's relationship as a loving one.
I thought it was all arguments and make up sex with them. Today made me realize that it was my own
relationship that is hollow and incomplete.

Chichi never ceased to find something to complain about. Especially when it came to me. I'm
never around enough. Never help out enough. Never smart or business-minded enough. Never fashionable
enough. Never enough.

I'll admit I'm far from the perfect husband and father, but...

I think back to all the times I've saved the world. I remember all the enemies I've defeated or
helped defeat. All the friends I've made. Remembered my two sons and all the accomplishments and
attributes I had to be proud of. But what I couldn�t remember was the last time Chichi really seemed
to care about me. I can barely remember the time when she wasn't yelling, or complaining or making me
seem as if I had no good or redeemable qualities. She complained and talked down to me to the point where
I have to question if she really loved me at all.

I wonder now if my peeping, my voyeurism, my learning experience was born of my need to get out
of the house. To get away from her.

I arrive home just after the heat of the day has begun to die down to a faint sizzle. I plaster a
smile on my face and pretend everything's fine as always.

"Hi Chichi I'm home! How was your day?"

[ ..... ]

Needless to say, I spend more and more time out of the house now. Much to the dismay of my angry
wife, but to the rejoice of my ear drums.

I go to Capsule Corp when Bejiita calls me, and occasionally when he doesn't. Sometimes he's there,
in his beloved Gravity Room, practicing a long remembered and mastered kata under enough weight to crush
a rock into dust, while he reminisces about days long past, or the birthright he was denied, or what the chef
has planned for dinner that night. And of course... when he and Bulma weren't enjoying their carnal pleasures,
he just does silly, mundane things. Things I didn't think the 'great Bejiita' would bother with. Like reading.
Like eating. Like sleeping. Normal things that he would like to lead you to believe were beneath him. Like he
needed no food, and needed no rest because he was the prince of the saiyajin! As if his royal status had made
him immune to the basic needs of survival.

No man was an island after all.

I look at CC's resident superman as he sleeps soundly on an enormous couch in one of their many living rooms.
Maybe the couch isn't that big, perhaps it's just when he isn't projecting his larger than life persona
do you realized just how small, and compact he physically is. The plush, navy blue velvet couch practically
swallows him up with its rounded, fluffy cushions. His small, powerful body sinks into the finely made piece of
furniture as he moves languidly in his sleep. Pushing a gold trimmed, tasseled throw pillow on the floor. It's so
lavish and ornate. Like so many things in this place.

Oddly enough Bulma and Bejiita were surprisingly down to earth. They never brag about their
wealth. Bejiita, for all the money at his disposal, and having lived literally like a prince for at least some of
his life, seemed very Spartan in his living at times. What's more, after having seen Bulma inside her lab, with her hair
and clothing unkempt from tinkering, and creating and mulling over new theorems and inventions for days
with little sleep, nor a shower, it was easy to forget the sybaritic, lavish life they could easily take advantage
of if they so wished.

I pick up the pillow on the floor and place it on the far side of the couch to be sure I did not disturb
his majesty's slumber.

"I used to think it was funny that he would just drop off to sleep in the middle of the day like that.."
Bulma whispers, pulling me away from my silent musings. I look back over my shoulder as she walks towards
Bejiita and I with small, red rimmed reading glasses balanced on the bridge of her nose and a clip board
of numbers and words too complicated for me to bother understanding or asking about.

"...But then I think of how late we keep each other up, and how much energy it takes to do what he
does everyday so I think nothing of it now." Bulma goes on, insinuating a number of things.

We stand there for a few moments or so, seeing Bejiita in one of his rare moments of unguarded peace.
His face relaxed and handsome and serene. His small mouth slightly open. His breathing light and inaudible.
I've been told I snore.

"Want to see my latest invention?" Bulma says suddenly, as if she forgot what she'd been working
on for days now.

"Sure!"

[ ..... ]

Bulma's lab has a musky, metallic, peculiar smell. Technology, electricity and sweat. It�s a strange
combination that smelled faintly like Bejiita's GR. It makes me wonder what else Bulma did in
here if it wasn't experiments. I'm sure you can guess.

"Ta da!!" She pulls back a huge curtain to reveal a strange device. It's large, and metal,
and looks like nothing I'd ever seen before. But as huge as it is, Bulma shows me its still able to shrink
itself down to the size of a capsule.

"Amazing!" I say. Not to puff up her ego, or pay lip service. Simply because that's what it is.

"Oh it's just a prototype. But it'll do!" she says, trying to be modest while pride beams through
her crystal blue eyes. I have no idea what it is nor what it does. But I have a feeling it will revolutionize
the world for someone someday. Not to mention it would make her even wealthier than she and her
family already was.

After the grand unveiling, she prattles on about silly little things her dad Dr. Briefs did the other day,
flitting around the lab like a bee between flowers. She darts from table to table, picking up various chemicals
and beakers and jars. Always one step or one drop away from making something dangerous or explosive.
She speaks about her first invention and how proud her mother was. About the way she tweaked Bejiita's
GR. She remarked on all the things she'd come across in her years as a scientist, yet still had not come up
with a cure for the common cold. He laughter is light and airy.

It's so nice to hear a woman's voice when it isn't shouting or complaining. She also smiles a lot. The way
Bulma speaks makes everything seem positive and bright. Like even the most down trodden person could regain
their hope and faith just by listening to her and her little stories.

A presence looms in the doorway.

"So when were you planning on telling me you'd finally finished this?" Bejiita's sudden question and
appearance catches us off guard. He looks at Bulma. His expression just on the verge of looking hurt.

"Oh I'm sorry! You looked so comfortable, I would have hated to wake you up."

He makes a face.

"So we started without you..."

He just makes something very close to a pout. It seems almost out of place on his face.

"Well here it is!" she says pointing as if he couldn't see it, and goes into a flurry of complicated
descriptions and explanations of the machine's functions and how she modified it from when Bejiita last
saw it. They basically talk over my head and my mind and eyes wander around the room as they talk.

I putter around her wondrous lab, amazed at all the small creations in the making, and the endless
rows of filing cabinets and reams of paper.

I slowly notice the techno-babble has stopped. "My god! When's the last time I showered!?"
Bulma says in disgust as she presses her lab coat to her nose and makes a face.

"Gah!" she says sticking out her tongue and marching her way down the long corridor to
the master bathroom for much needed cleaning and beautification. Though she's beautiful, even
when she's filthy.

But she certainly didn't smell beautiful, and now neither does her lab.

Bejiita looks at the new clip board of invention modifications as I open a small window in the
corner of the room.

There's a blast of deliciously fresh summer breeze that flows in the instant I crack the window.
I just enjoy the smell and feel of the balmy, fragrant air on my perspiring skin before I realize my
very foolish mistake.

"AH! Kakarotto what the hell are you doing!?"

The summer breeze, while a welcome reprieve from the stale air, did a number on her huge
stacks of notes and paper. They whirl around behind me and litter the floor before I quickly shut
the window. That short moment of relief from the heat and smell sure did cost me.

"Ugh!" Bejiita says in annoyance with my lack of foresight. Sounding and looking angrier than
he should have. I scratch my head in embarrassment, afraid to touch anything else thinking I'd only make
things worse. I hang back and watch him as he tries to undo the damage. He and bents over to pick up
the papers that had fallen on the floor here and there and for a moment, I am completely transfixed by
the curvature of his backside.

[ What? Why am I even looking there? ]

I shift my eyes to some other part of the room. Looking at the messy columns of paper, the colorful liquid in
glass beakers. The long mathematic computations, equations and algebraic scribbles across a huge chalk
board. The blue material that stretched across a surprisingly pert...

Again with that.

I've seen his ass enough times. You can't watch a man screw his woman and not see his ass from
time to time. But I've never found it so fascinating or alluring before. Why now? The whole ordeal is more
than a bit alarming. But I can't help but feel amazed at how little his tight blue training uniform hid. From
certain angles it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My erection is instantaneous.

Yet another episode of arousal from something I did not think could nor should inspire an erection.
But there it is, pointing up at me again. Telling me how wrong I am. My flesh hardens completely, to the point
where it becomes a little painful. The paper is scattered everywhere and he mutters and curses to himself
hoping he hadn't mixed her experiments and documents up too much.

"Damn it this could set her back for weeks!"

He shuffles through papers endlessly. My staring goes on unbeknownst to him. I begin to feel pinpricks
of heat under my skin. Starting from my feet and moving upward until it ends at my face.

I shake my head.

[What the hell is wrong with me?!]

I bet you're laughing at me now. I bet you saw this coming a mile away. But I didn't. As innocent as I
still was, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

I know I've developed a sort of conditioned response to anything that reminded me of their trysts,
but... Having him sorting through papers, having his muscular back towards me, having him bent over while his
impressive package, even when flaccid, was still visible through his clothing does not remind me of anything
I'd seen before. Except him, when he was naked. The more I stare, the stronger the feeling gets. The stronger
the urge gets. The urge to...

My breathing becomes audible and I slowly back away from him, hoping he wouldn't notice what's
going on behind him. But there always has to be something to give me away. I back up into a desk where
Bulma keeps her extra test tubes and beakers. And of course they topple over the edge of the table and fall.
In a flurry of movement I'm able to quietly catch and put back all but one. It falls and shatters, just like my
hopes that he wouldn't turn around.

"Be careful idiot!" he says standing and looking at me over his shoulder, pissed as ever.

I stare in that wide eyed, frozen way that deer have when looking at approaching headlights. My
god how guilty I must look! It would be almost funny if it didn't feel so humiliating. Even though I'm blushing
furiously, and sporting a monstrous hard on, my eyes betray me the most. They dart about the room, trying
to look everywhere but at him.

He looks angry at first. Then surprised. Then shocked. Then his expression becomes unreadable and I panic.

Panic is not something I feel often and like my sudden arousal, it catches me completely off guard.

I tear my eyes away from his and IT out of the room. Flying down the hallway until I find a bathroom.
I shut the door behind me and just stand in the middle of the room, breathing heavily, looking at my flushed,
embarrassed face in the mirror. But I can't even hold my own gaze for very long. I sit down on the toilet, hang
my head and shut my eyes.

Overwhelming desire, especially when it seems irrational to me, is a demon I'm not used to battling. I can't
punch it, kick it, give it ultimatums or threats. It will not retreat if I gave it a dirty look or threaten it with violence.
Its so hard to fight what you cannot see. I just close my eyes, grit my teeth, and wait and hope for it to just go
away. Like a child.

I'm not sure how long I sat in there, shutting out the things that embarrassed me, the things I didn't
understand, the things I just didn't want to deal with before he knocks on the door.

"Kakarotto maybe you should try eating more fiber." he says, thankfully not bothering to address the
real issue of why I'm in here. I just laugh inwardly. Nice way to break the tension. He could be really funny
if he wanted to be.

Another minute passes, the awkwardness returns. I say nothing as he opens the door. He stares down at
me as I stare down at the oh so fascinating floor tiles.

"How long you are you planning on hiding in here?" he asks calmly. Just barely audible.

I don't answer him. I planned to sit here until my erection faded. Which it hadn't.

Hn..." More minutes pass and he just sighs and walks away.

[ ..... ]

I need to get out of here. Now.

I race home. The cool air that whips around me is a welcome respite from the unimaginable heat my body
is still producing. I arrive at my little mountain home and fly in right through the open window. Chichi hates that,
so I've already put her on edge.

"Gokuu sa! I told you! Just use the doo- ummph!!" The short distance between us is erased in an instant
when I silence her constant nagging with my mouth. I kiss her furiously, like I'd die if our lips parted. I lean into her
completely, pushing her up against the counter. She yelps into the kiss and I use the opportunity to sweep my tongue
in. I growl into her mouth as I grope with her left breast without hesitation.

Goten still siting at the kitchen table, stares at us. Holding his fork just in front of his gaping mouth. His food
dripping from his fork back onto the plate unnoticed. I pull my head back breaking the kiss to stare at a very stunned
Chichi. She wears a look of confusion and the early kindling of arousal despite her notions of propriety and silly taboos
or sin she's attached to pleasure. She's in a bit of a shocked daze, for once she is speechless.

Good.

I turn towards the gawking Goten.

"Go somewhere." I say with no humor, no room for debate. Not from him and definitely not from Chichi.

Goten makes himself scarce, and I haul Chichi upstairs to our bedroom. A room not nearly as lavish as Bulma�s,
and not as spacious and utilitarian as Bejiita's, but frankly it doesn't matter. Right now the decor of the room is the last
thing on my mind.

[ ..... ]

I thrust into her relentlessly. The movement seeming almost foreign to me as I hadn't do it in so long. "GNnnnh.." I growl
and groan thanking whatever god was responsible for the feeling of a warm body around me. But apparently god's gifts come
with a price.

Chichi's flushed face is replaced with images of Bulma screaming under me in ecstatic abandon. Then the blue tresses
blend into raven hair as Chichi is under me again. saying my name in breathy little murmurs. Then... my eyes widened at who I
think I see under me, gasping and groaning in that strange, thickly accented voice. Alarming. Unnerving. I blink rapidly, trying to
clear my head, still pushing into Chichi with reckless abandon. Now I see three people all at once, their bodies somehow
overlapping, intertwining. It's amazing how going so long without sex played with your head. Yea that's what it was...

"Unnh!! UHN!" Growling in need and frustration. I piston into her as we rock the bed. I grunt and moan and relished the
slick friction around my too long neglected phallus. It's a selfish, angry sort of sex. I've grown tired of her prudishness.
Tired of her refusal to let me preform my "sinful duties." I do not attend to her needs before hand as I would normally
attempt to. I do not timidly broach the subject, try to kiss her and hope it all goes well. It barely registered that Goten had
seen us. I did not ask nor care if she was in the mood before hand. I didn't care and I don't want to think about anything.
I don't think about my voyeurism. Not about how much better in bed Bejiita was than me. Nor how much more satisfied Bulma
was than Chichi had ever been. Don't want to think about what I felt looking at Bejiita that way. Don't want those uncomfortable
questions answered. Don't want to think about the new found urge to cheat on my wife, nor with whom. I just need release.
I need that feeling of nothingness. That feeling of freedom from all conscious thought and worldly desire that only an orgasm
can give. If even for a moment.

I needed it and I got it.

"UUgghhnn!!!!" I let out a final, guttural scream as I fill her with end result of my overbearing, burning need for escape.
I pant above her, Shaking my head, getting the last of the images out of my mind before I collapsed next to her. Now, I just
need to rest and breathe. To my surprise, I actually feel half way competent in bed. I feel different. Nothing I'd done today
was typical of me and the change feels just great. If Jiita had been watching, he would have been proud.

In all, it was quick, a little rough and only part way satisfying. I know Chichi's gonna tear me a new one later for my
little stunt. And I'm sure I'll be at church yet again before the week is out.

But for just a little while. I don't care.

Needless to say we didn't make love, but I'll be damned if I didn't love the temporary peace it brought me.

See you on Sunday.

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