The Obsession

A/N:Guilt can really be a bitch…Warnings for this chapter is explicit sexual content,heavy angst and graphic violence. Do not say I didn’t warn you.


We were falling…

Our bodies collided with the wall of the room and it burst on our impact.

The wind was knocked out of me as Vegeta’s powerful body slammed into me, and we fell out into the night sky. His hand came over my mouth and nose cutting off any air intake and my lungs burned with the desire of inhalation, but they were being denied it with the burly hand of an angry Saiyan.

I reached behind me and tried to grab his body in order to flip him over, but his grasp was so tight on my mouth that I struggled hard with each move. I felt my thoughts begin to fade as my consciousness began to slip, and I heard people’s screams down below, as they tried to move out of the way, their confusion mixing with their terror seemed to amplify the volume of their screams, as they tried to decipher why two men were plummeting down the outside of a hospital.

Then finally we slammed into the hard concrete of the sidewalk, and everything went black.

When I awoke, I was hoping that once again, I had been dreaming. I would soon hear Bulma’s soft voice calming my racing heart, and she would press her soft body into mine in an act comfort. Then I would reassure her I was ok, that I was just having a nightmare, and we would once again consummate our illicit desires for one another.

When Vegeta’s foot slammed into what was left of my face, I realized that this was all too real.

Upon the impact of his foot, I could no longer feel the muscles in my face, and it felt as if my brain had shifted to the other side. Blood oozed down my face blinding my sight, and there was a numbing pain shooting through my arms into my hands and fingers, which prevented me from wiping the blood from my eyes.

He bellowed into the air, his no longer suppressed evil making him sound animalistic, “WHERE IS SHE?!”

I coughed up my answer onto the ground, in the color of crimson red. My throat and lungs felt like it was filled with blood and saliva, I desperately tried to fill my body with fresh air, but it pained me to even attempt to breathe.

I wished that I could muster up enough energy for an instant transmission, I couldn’t fight Vegeta like this, he had too much of an advantage.

The blood running a trail down my face began drying against my eyes, I couldn’t see the prince, but I could sense him, more than anything, I felt his raging emotions.

Anger and betrayal was coursing through his veins, causing him to lose all rational thinking, and at this point, he could not be reasoned with.

My instincts told me, if I didn’t get out of there, he would kill me.

My thoughts were confirmed by his knee to the center of my gut, and his elbow into my skull.

Pain consumed me, and I screamed hard from the impact, darkness surrounded me once again and I knew I was fading in out of consciousness, his attacks were becoming death blows, and in the state I had been in from that fall, there was no way I could stop him at this point.

Once again Vegeta yelled, “WHERE IS SHE?!!”

I would never betray Bulma, I’d go to my grave protecting her.

Vegeta grabbed me by my hair and dragged me over to him, I tried to resist but that made him grip my locks harder. I spat up more blood, and he grabbed hold of my head, and dunked my face into a body of water, and I realized then that he had taken me to some a small island of some sort. My eyes were instantly cleared of the blood caked on them and he pulled me back out, he turned me around to face him, after my vision readjusted and focused, what I saw made my heart stop.

Through the water droplets falling from my hair, two dark eyes glared back at me, that were glazed over with death.

My death, Bulma’s death and possibly the eradication of human life along with the earth’s destruction, played in my mind suddenly just by looking into Vegeta's pupils.

I opened my mouth and tried to get out his name, tried to reason with him, tried to make him become sensible.

He slapped me across the face so hard; I saw four of everything in various colors for several moments.

His fist slammed into my face, my head flew back and I groaned in pain, blood ran a course down my face and over my lips once again, and Vegeta smirked.

He let me go and I dropped to the ground, I spat up blood and coughed, it felt like I was heaving out my insides.

“I will tear this planet apart.” He spoke in a low but villanous tone.

I turned to look at him, willing my power to rise, but I was completely drained.

“I will kill every man, woman, and child.” He continued, then he turned and directed his enraged gaze toward me…

“AND I WILL BLOW UP THIS MUDBALL OF PLANET IF YOU DO NOT TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK SHE IS!”

I put one hand on the ground to hold myself up, and inhaled deeply, until my breathing became steady.

“Even your own son, Vegeta.” I said in reply.

The prince fell quiet, and then I watched as the corners of his lips turned into a devilish smile.

“Ve-Vegeta?”

Deep within his chest I heard a low rumble that sounded like laughter,slowly it rose out of his chest and then burst out of his mouth. He broke out into a laughing fit, seemingly amused by my comment about his son and the whole situation in general.

It was as if he was making a mockery of what I had just said, as if it was a joke.

Anger began rushing through my veins and I stood up, I wobbled a bit but I glared up at him, “VEGETA! YOU WOULD KILL YOUR OWN SON?”

His laughing continued, deep and derisive.

With every passing moment, his laughter continued and grew louder, echoing through the tiny island we were on.

Then, the sound of his laughter changed, and it became a guttural, agonizing scream.

The island began to shake, and I watched as his energy began to cackle, the tree branches began snapping and falling to the ground, the winds began to whip up the sand, and the prince of Saiyans continued to howl out into the air.

I had to put my arm over my eyes in order to keep the sand out of my eyes, the sorrow that was emanating from Vegeta, was something I had never seen before.

I knew then, if I didn’t do something, we would all be dead.

With the little bit of energy I had regained, I put two fingers two fingers to my temple, and teleported out of the center of Vegeta’s fury.


I arrived back at Kami’s lookout in the middle of a conversation between Piccolo and Dende, they turned to me and I heard them say my name in union. I managed a small smile, and then my body gave out on me. I fell to the ground with a loud thud and I watched the two Nameks run over to me yelling my name, my vision began blurring and I realized that the little bit of energy I had regained had been drained once again due to my instant transmission.

Before my conscious evaded me again, Dende had reached me and instantly began healing me.

Once fully energized, I asked to speak to Piccolo alone, Dende happily obliged and went into the inner regions of the palace. When I was sure no one else was around, I told Piccolo there was some things he needed to be made aware of.

Piccolo’s piercing gaze was one of confusion, and disgust.

“I can’t…why would you ever…how could you Goku?” He asked, completely at a loss for words.

“I love her Piccolo.” I simply stated.

“But she isn’t yours to love.”

I glared at him and balled my hands into fists, “Don’t tell me what’s not mine to love Piccolo, how could you ever even understand, you’ve never even had feelings for someone, so how can you grasp the concept of love?”

Piccolo’s bewilderment at my actions and my whole demeanor was written all over his face.

“What happened to you Goku?” He finally asked.

I turned away from him, and gazed toward the palace of Kami’s lookout. We were standing on the outside, monitoring the prince’s every move.

In response I merely said, “Vegeta.”

“Vegeta?”

“I’ve been a different person ever since we fused. It’s as if everything that I was suppressing, was just released, and it feels incredible.”

Piccolo stared at me like he didn’t recognize me, and then he said. “I wonder how Vegeta was affected by the fusion.”

I replied, “Bulma told me had been a different man when he came home from fighting Buu, so maybe I had something to do with the change in his personality.”

“I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the ‘You and Bulma thing’ Goku.”

I didn’t respond.

All of a sudden, we felt a surge of energy and we both closed our eyes.

In our minds, we saw Vegeta destroy an entire city, with a graceful gesture of his fingers.

I opened my eyes, and looked toward Piccolo, whose hands were opening and closing with unspoken anger.

Piccolo’s composure began to slip as he watched people’s bodies being burned and disintegrated by the flames, then when he seen the horrid smirk on Vegeta’s face, he completely lost it.

“GOKI!” He yelled my name. I could tell by his tone, he was about to blame me for all the deaths that had just taken place seconds ago.

In the blink of an eye, he grabbed hold of my shirt and slammed me into one of the columns near the entrance of the palace.

“Vegeta is only acting like this because of what you and Bulma did!” He yelled angrily into my face.

I frowned and said, “He wants to know where she is, so he can kill her.”

“Kill her?”

“Then he’ll probably blow up the entire planet.”

Piccolo looked away from me and let go of my shirt, after a few moments he said, “You know, I’m not going to lie to you Goku, I can’t say that in this situation that I am completely mad at Vegeta. What you and Bulma decided to do, you must have known it would come with some repercussions and that it would not go on forever without anyone, especially her husband, finding out.”

I had wished it could’ve last forever.

He continued, “But I am not going to just let him destroy the earth, because of you.” He spat the last word, as if I completely disgusted him.

I kept my thoughts to myself.

He turned to me and said, “I am going to try and reason with him. I’m not so stupid, that I would try and fight him, but I think I can talk some sense into him.”

“Vegeta is beyond reasoning.”

“I can try Goku.”

“And he will kill you Piccolo.”

Another strong power surge gripped us from the pit of our stomachs, and simultaneously, we both closed our eyes and watched as the newly built structure of Capsule Corp. met another fiery explosion. The sadistic grin that was on Vegeta’s face was almost unbearable to look out.

“Before he blows up West City, which you know he will do, I am going to try and stop him.” Piccolo said to me, in a nonnegotiable tone.

I didn’t agree, but I nodded.

After Piccolo left, I started walking back towards the palace, Mr.Popo suddenly appeared in front of me and he directed me to a room with a table that had an array of my favorite foods. I smiled and headed to the room finally realizing how hungry I actually was.

As I ate, numerous thoughts filled my mind, Bulma, my sons, her son.

Trunks…

I remember how distressed he had been coming to me, telling me the news about his parents, the state of his once peaceful household now in turmoil due to his mother’s alleged affair.

My heart was telling me, if anyone could bring Vegeta back to his senses, it’d be him.

I briefly searched out for Trunk’s ki, and found it alongside my youngest son. Trunks was still at my house, taking refuge there, hopefully Goten was distracting him from feeling the malevolent energy of his scorned father.

Mr.Popo’s voice, pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Goku…Bulma wishes to speak with you, once you are done eating of course.” He said happily, it amazed me how over the years we had faced so many bad situations, and horrible adversaries, but Mr.Popo had always managed a happy demeanor.

Whatever he was smoking, I wanted some of it.

I gave a warm smile and nodded in response to him, “I’ll go to her when I am done, thank you Mr.Popo.”

He was gone in an instant, and I was left alone with my three friends… guilt, anxiety and paranoia.

I began thinking, what if Vegeta blindly destroys everything, what if he accidentally slaughters everyone we care about.

His newborn daughter had already paid that price.

I gobbled down what had to have been my fifteenth bowl of rice, and I stood up and stretched. I rubbed my stomach and felt satisfied for the first time in days probably.

Bulma…

Slowly I walked out of there into the long hallway, and in an instant, I was in front of the door to the room I had put her in before I went to confront Vegeta.

I turned the knob on the door, and entered cautiously into the room, so as to not wake her if she was sleeping.

Immediately she turned around in the bed, and our eyes locked hard on each other.

“Goku.” She whispered, and tears began filling her eyes.

I walked to her and swept her up into my arms, she leaned against my chest and sighed deeply, and released the tears she was holding back. I buried my nose into her hair and inhaled her, and found myself once again intoxicated with her. I remember right then that everything that had happened up until this point was because of my unending desire for her, and my limitless love.

“Goku.” She said my name so tenderly that my heart fluttered, I looked down at her, and she continued, “I was so scared, I didn’t know what was going on.”

Your husband has lost his mind and is returning back to the evil demon he once was, oh yeah… and he may kill us all.

Just when I was about to give her the nice version of that, she pressed her soft lips to mine.

Time froze, my mind went blank, and electricity shot through my entire body, and caused my loins to tighten. I returned the gesture, and kissed her gently, her tongue found its way into my mouth, and my lips sucked her bottom one. I felt the warmth of her hands through my shirt, and moaned as they travelled underneath it. Her fingers slid over my abs and worked their way over my tense muscles.

I felt myself slipping away, I felt the sensitive, soft member between my thighs growing hard and lengthening to its full size. Bulma grabbed my hands, and brought them to her soft, round breasts, which I immediately began kneading through the sheer fabric of her nightgown. Her nipples grew instantly hard beneath my touch and all the while we kept kissing like we were two teenagers in search of hormonal satisfaction.

Our kisses became greedier, I was nibbling on her lips, sucking them, stroking her tongue with mine. Her hands were threading through my hair and she was kissing me back with equal passion, matching whatever I gave out. Then in one motion, she climbed on top of me and she pressed herself against my bulging erection.

She was so wet I could feel her soaking through my pants, and I wished then that I could do some instantaneous motion out of my clothes and delve right inside her.

I moaned, as did she.

“Bulma…Vegeta is…” I tried to at least warn her about one thing before we got too lost in our heat, but her mouth swallowed my words, and her hands were trying to rid me of my clothes. I tore off my shirt, then I worked on her nightgown, she went to my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. They weren’t even fully off before she mounted me, she took every inch of the pulsating hard flesh of my manhood inside her, and I felt as if I were about to explode in that very moment.

She worked me, moving expertly up and down my erection as if she were born to give me pleasure, her breasts were bouncing with every movement, and she moaned like she was only moments away from climaxing. I grabbed hold of her, and forced her down harder, thrust deep into her, pulled out and bent her over in front of me, I kicked my pants and boots off and then I filled her once again.

“Goku, oh Goku, don’t stop.”

I pounded into her, the anger in which I felt at Vegeta, the guilt that I felt in regards to the whole situation, the lust I for her, fueled each thrust and pushed me harder and harder inside her body. She moaned, took me, begged me to fuck her harder, I did, picked her up and grinded her deep inside her until she came, screamed that she was coming, and her juices covered me as proof that she had.

Still, I wasn’t satisfied.

I put her on her back and slid into her, she shook, trembled, dug her nails into my abdomen, I plunged deeper, and she tighten her muscles around the base of me. I moaned, and almost lost control, but grabbed hold of her hips and drove harder, increased my speed and stroked her walls with ferocity, she announced once more she was coming. Her body gave me more of her juices, more of her heat, more slickness for me to pump through.

“Oh Kami, Goku!” she screamed as I lifted her up and pummeled her soft silky body. I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked like a child thirsty for milk. I licked them until they became as hard as the finest jewels and kept sucking until they became soft again, Bulma’s legs were around my waist, and I was constantly driving into her core, she moved with me, pressed her body against mine, and then spread her legs even wider for me.

I felt the head of my cock swell up, and then I exploded deep within her, not able to fight off the urge any longer. I continued penetrating her through my orgasm, and got her to reach another one. I groaned out my satisfaction, and she clung to me, held me until every trace of my semen had nestled deep within her.

After that, I collapsed on top of her.

We panted, my bangs were matted to my forehead from sweat, her skin was flushed and moist, and her lips were swollen and slightly parted.


Sleepiness came and wrapped its arms around me, and I drifted into a much needed sleep.


Her moans echoed off the walls of the room, “Goku, oh oh, it’s too much, I can’t…OH!”

I lathered her clit with my tongue and feasted on her like she was my breakfast. My fingers were deep inside her body, pressing into her spot, and driving her to another mind blowing orgasm. I swept my tongue back and forth between her clit and labia, licked her folds, and thrust my fingers harder inside her quivering body, she arched up and worked her body to the rhythm of my fingers, I stirred her insides with them, pressing them against her tightened walls, and licked her into ecstasy.

She grabbed my head and sang her release, I took my fingers out and drank her nectar as it flowed from her, and when I had my fill of it, her juices still pooled out onto the sheets.

In this room, time didn’t matter, the world as we knew it could have been going straight to hell, and we would’ve just kept making love.

Hour after hour, we kept pleasing each other, I had no idea how much time had passed, and honestly, I could care less.

Bulma pushed me back, and climbed on top of me again, she was determined to make me feel as good as she did.

As I closed my eyes, ready to immerse myself inside of her again, my mind replayed the sorrowful scream that had lunged out of Vegeta.

My heart sped up and my eyes shot open…andhis vengeful gaze looked back at me.