No Regrets

No Regrets

By Gokusgirl

 

Dedicated to my muse, little ninjin.

 

 

I will not feel bad about
the choices I made for myself over the years.
I didn\'t when I left Yamcha. I
didn\'t when I got pregnant with Vegeta\'s child.
I didn\'t when I watched Vegeta leave on Capsule 3, heading out into
space without a care for me while I carried his child in my womb. So why should I regret the choices I make
now?

 

I feel a mixture of agony and
repulsion, when I think about Vegeta leaving me. After all the love we made, and
child we created together… for him to turn his back on me and Trunks was like a
proverbial slap in my face, his leering, malicious laugh, reminding me that he
belonged to no one, and could come and go as he pleased. I can still hear his
voice, as he told me coldly that the brat
and I were a distraction from completing his goal. His face was veiled with this evil black
gaze, his cold onyx eyes stared down at me like I was nothing. He left without a goodbye, or any indication
that he would return.

 

So for days I moped around
the house, keeping Trunks close to me in my grief. I still loved and missed him terribly even
though Vegeta had hurt me by leaving the way he did.

 

Weeks went by. I thought I
would loose my mind if I didn\'t see Vegeta again. To have him hold me, for him to touch me like
no man could was all I needed to feel alive again. But as each day came and went, it was
becoming very obvious that he would never come back home.

 

I felt myself spiraling into
depression, and growing anxious for Vegeta.
I couldn\'t focus on daily routine things, like watching Trunks or
working down in the lab. Mom and Dad
offered to help me out with the baby, but what I really needed was more than a
babysitter.

 

I missed how Vegeta touched
and teased me with his mouth and fingers, driving me to the point of begging
for him to take me all night. Our last
encounter, over three months ago, before he left was short lived. Trunks and I were taking an afternoon nap, and
Vegeta woke me up with a shock of hot kisses on my back and shoulders. We had to be quiet because Trunks was lying
in the bed with me. After managing to
finally engage into serious thrusts, Trunks woke up crying, and Vegeta growled
with annoyance and rolled off of me. He
quickly dressed and left the room without a word. He never touched me after
that.

 

So now I lay awake all night,
watching my balcony door with anxious anticipation that Vegeta would step in
through the lightly blowing Curtins, rip my nightclothes off and fuck me for
every day he\'s left me alone. But it
never happens. My body, so finely tuned
to his, aches for him.

 

Which brings me to my current
situation.

 

It happened after my parents
left to see my Uncle in Tokyo. I got an
unexpected visitor. Goku has been kicked
out of the house by Chichi, for the sixth time since he returned home from Yardratt. The last
couple of times he was banished from home he stayed at Kame House and then at
Krillin\'s. But he worn out his welcome
by eating all their food, so he came to my house as a last resort for
help.

 

He assured me that he would
stay for a short while, and be on his best behavior. He knew that Chi would be calling for him to
come back home, really soon. Goku is my life-long friend - and I could
never turn my back on a friend at his time of need - so I told him to stay as
long as he liked. He was good company to
have around and besides, he helped me forget about Vegeta a little.

 

It was pretty normal having
Goku around. He enjoyed my family
immensely, especially playing with Trunks.
But most of time Goku isolated himself by seeking the company of the
television late at night, sleeping mostly all morning, and then training late
in the day. I knew something was
bothering him; his awkward silence was so unusual. I was so used to talkative, happy Goku…

 

The evening my parents left
for Tokyo, “The Really
Strange Incident” happened. I was up
late going over some paperwork in the living room, when Trunks cried over his
baby monitor. I ran upstairs, scooped
him up and brought him downstairs to feed him. I figured I was alone with my parents gone
and Goku out training, so I made the decision to breast feed him right
there.

 

Trunks had just latched on
and began his meal, when I heard the patio doors slide open, and in stepped Goku. He was all sweaty from his workout, and he
had a towel thrown around his neck. My
whole body stiffened with shock when I saw him, and I looked around for
something to cover myself up with, but there wasn\'t anything around. His eyes locked onto Trunks and me. and
He was about to speak, when he saw what Trunks was doing. He snapped his mouth shut; his cheeks flushed
red with the obvious embarrassment of from the situation. But he didn’t move - he just stood there;
frozen with his eyes fixed on us, not sure what to do next.

 

"I\'m sorry." Goku
finally spoke; his tone was light and raspy.

 

"It\'s alright
Goku," I let out a nervous chuckle.
"I shouldn\'t have been doing this in here anyways."

 

"It\'s your house Bulma,
you can do that anywhere you want."

 

I didn\'t have a reply for
that, so I just nodded with a small smile, hoping he would walk out of the
room. But he still stood there, and I
could tell he was looking down at my lactating breast. His intense gaze burned through me, making my
skin all hot and I began to shift on the couch.
As soon as I moved, he blinked like he came out of a trance. He gave me a big smile as he walked across
the room to the staircase. Just as he
was about to go up, he stopped for a moment, to say something that seemed so
odd, and yet so erotic:

 

"Watching you do that is
really beautiful, Bulma."

 

What did he mean by
that? Did he think I was beautiful, or
did he think breast-feeding Trunks was beautiful? It had been so long since anyone had given me
a compliment, excluding my parents.
That\'s their job, after all, to pay you all those compliments, to make
you feel better about yourself. But when
a member of the opposite sex tells me
something like that, it leaves me bewildered, and somewhat confused by the
actual compliment itself.

 

But mostly I was
flattered.

 

That night, I feel asleep for
the first time in a very long time, with a smile on my face, after thinking
over all the possibilities in Goku’s comment.

 

That is when I began to look
at Goku in another light. Goku is eight years younger than me, and even now at
the age of 28 he doesn\'t look a day past nineteen. For years I always thought
of him as a kid. Goku always had this
mentality that reflected to the world that everyone was basically good deep
down inside, and that life was just an adventure. So trusting, so innocent… so full of life and
virtue. All the qualities also made him
incredibly attractive.

 

When I let that thought enter
my mind I nearly fell out of my chair.
But Goku wasn\'t ugly - not by a long shot. His once childish features were long
gone. Now stood a man who turned heads -
namely mine.

 

The next evening I watched
him do push-ups in the backyard. He was
shirtless, and his body glistened with sweat.
I watched in total awe as I saw each muscle constrict and pull… I
actually enjoyed watching him! What shocked me more was how I envisioned myself
right under him as he made each push…

 

I began to act like a total spazz every time he was around me. Even the slightest bit
of physical contact from him left me in pieces.
I was beginning to grow hungry for Goku - normal\'>it was absolutely insane! I was godmother to his only child! But every time I looked at him, studying him
from afar like I began to do; the more appealing he became.

 

How could Chichi not want a man like that in her bed
every single night? Goku was tall, handsome, built like a
locomotive and could probably go all night.
I concluded that she was frigid, and couldn’t please a man if she tried.

 

But I could.

 

Having the experience of
being with a real specimen like
Vegeta really helped me, sexually. Being
with Yamcha was wonderful, he did the job nicely when he tried, but he was a
passive lover. Sometimes it was all too quick, and it was over before I could
get warmed up. That\'s a totally
different story with Vegeta. He wouldn\'t
come until I did, repetitively. He
worked hard to please me, and that was a big turn on. He freed me of my inhibitions, and I became a
more openly sexual person with each encounter we had. I was never left unsatisfied in the end - in
fact, I was usually left sleeping like a babe.
So I knew what tricks I could pull to seduce and tempt, because Vegeta
taught me well.

 

I actually considered getting
intimate with Goku the day I went and got the famous Brazilian bikini wax at Georgina\'s. It hurt like hell, but I was quite pleased
when it was over. I also straightened my
hair out after wearing that horrible curly perm for months. As I stood in front
of the full-length mirror, I stared back at a woman who looked so good that no
man could refuse her! A nervous feeling
twisted through my stomach when I finally realized - I was going home that
evening to seduce a man!

 

After picking Trunks up
from part time daycare facility, I dropped him off at my girlfriend Elizabeth\'s
condo. I felt so guilty - I hadn\'t spent any time with the little man today. I promised myself I would make it up to him.
But tonight was mommy\'s night to have some fun!

 

I made it home around six
that evening, and made a quick retreat to my bedroom to shower and change into
something more suited for the occasion.
As I applied my lip-gloss, I noticed how my hand trembled with
anticipation. I stood back and looked at
myself in my mirror, starting at my bare feet, panning up to my short blue
skirt to my white halter-top with the small spaghetti stings. I reached under my shirt to quickly discard
the strapless bra, making sure my tits didn\'t appear to sag. I let out a nervous sigh, whispered a quick
prayer and grabbed my nail polish as I went downstairs to the backyard, to see
Goku.

 

When I stepped out onto the
patio, I noticed him doing one-handstand pushups. He had on his shirt- to my disappointment.
But the grunting noises he made as he pushed himself up and down were like
music to my ears. He never noticed as I
slowly walked up to him, stopping about three feet in front of him. He was coming down into a push when I heard
him inhale sharply, and his head rose up just in time to see my smooth
legs.

 

"Hey Goku… what ya doing?" I
said in a singsong voice. Goku wobbled,
then brought his legs down to the ground before he tumbled over. I saw his eyes
rake over me slowly, as he let out a huge gush of air.

 

"Just… working
out," Goku said plainly, wiping the sweat off his brow. He gave me a lop-sideded
grin as he placed his hands on his hips.
"I like what you did to your hair Bulma."

 

"Thanks," I said
shyly, smiling back at him idiotically.
"Hey… you got a minute to help me out with something?"

 

"Sure, what you
need?" Goku asked quietly.

 

"I just got back from
the spa today - and totally forgot to
have my toes painted. With my bad back, I can\'t do it." I bit my lip nervously and stepped closer to
him, putting on the saddest set of eyes imaginable. "Can
you be a sweetie and paint them for me?" I dangled the small bottle of red pearl nail
enamel between my thumb and index finger.
Goku gave me a strange look, not sure how to respond to my bizarre
request. Slowly, he reached out for the
bottle of nail polish in my hands.

 

"I guess I can… if
Vegeta wouldn\'t mind." Goku taunted, flashing his gorgeous smile. I felt myself beginning to get wet just from
looking at him. My smile faltered a bit when he brought up Vegeta, but I
squared my shoulders and I made my reply.

 

"Well Vegeta\'s not here
to do the job… so someone else will have to do it for him." I gave a playful wink as I turned around,
sashaying as I walked back into the house.
Sure enough, he was right on my heels, and from looking at the
reflection in the glass of the patio door, Goku had his eyes glued right on my
behind, his mouth agape with total fascination.


 

We walked into the living
room. I plopped down on the white couch, and Goku sat next to me. I could sense
his confusion and nervousness. Since I
didn\'t want to give him too much time to think about what I was up to, I
immediately turned to face him, picking my feet up and placing them on his
lap. My eyes zeroed in on his crotch,
and I licked my lips slowly as I noticed the bulge.

 

"Okay, which foot do you
want to start with?" Goku
swallowed, his eyes now looking at mng lng legs and thighs. "I\'ve never done this before." His
voice almost broke.

 

"You can start with
this one," I began, as I lifted a delicate foot, hanging only inches from
his face. I had to giggle - his eyes
focused onfootfoot so intently that they went together. He unscrewed the top off the nail polish,
dabbed the top in the bottle a couple of times, and set the bottle down on the
coffee table. He then carefully placed
my foot in his hand, and proceeded to paint my big toenail with shaking
fingers. I thought I was going to faint
t he moment his hand touched me. He was
focused on his task; tongue tucked out of the side of his sweet mouth,
making sure not to put paint on the surrounding area of my toes. Once he got to my pinky toenail, I was
squirming restlessly in my seat, so close to just coming right out and asking
him to... His eyes finally locked on to
mine - and it was that moment I noticed his cheeks were flushed. We were both
silent; but it seemed the air was jumping with electricity… with this feeling
like something was bound to happen.

 

"Blow on them… to make
them dry." I instructed him. I couldn\'t believe I said it. I sounded like
that sultry character in the movie Carmen. He
nodded, like he was in a trance, as he lowered his head down to my foot. I
watched, as he sensually closed his eyes then blew softly across my toes. A chill ran up my spine when the cool air
dancing across my skin, and the grip on my foot grew tighter. Loosing myself for a moment, I let out a
small moan, letting my head fall back against the armrest of the couch. I think Goku finally figured out what I
wanted when I suddenly felt his other hand run up my calf. I was too weak with desire to pull myself up,
so I opened my eyes to watch his exploring hands slide up and down my smooth
leg. Goku had stopped blowing on my toes
to lean forward, letting my footrest on his muscular shoulder. He was now
looking at me with lust in eyes.

 

"You have style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>very smooth skin," Goku whispered,
not sounding like himself. "Did you
know that?"

 

"Uuuh-huh,"
Was all I could say, my eyes drawing close as his trembling hand got brave
enough to slide across my thigh.

 

"God you feel
good," Goku said in an inaudible tone, his hot mouth touching my calf
lightly. "Am I dreaming
this?"

 

I was tickled he thought
that, and I laughed as I looked at him once more through half lidded eyes.
"If it is… I don\'t want you to wake up."

 

"Neither do I."
Goku chuckled as his mouth made its way to my knees. He was now kneeling on the floor next to the
couch. My hips were hanging off the edge.
His kisses led up my inner thigh, and I spread my legs further apart for
him to venture. As he reached the apex
of my legs, he kissed my soaking wet panties right at the crotch. I nearly fell
off the couch.

 

His huge hands grabbed my
hips, and he looked up at me with an impish grin. "Gotcha," Goku said
with smirk. His hand reached under my
skirt, finding the elastic band of my panties.
He slowly pulled them down, and I shivered when I felt the hot sticky
seat of the panties slide across my skin.
Goku didn’t waste anytime getting to what he wanted. Before I could
guess what he was going to do next, he buried his face right between my
legs.

 

My hips jerked in response to
his scorching tongue as it delved between the folds of my sex. I didn\'t know what was sexier, having him eat
me or watching him eat me! My legs instinctively drew farther apart, and Goku
reached his hand up to spread me apart more so I could watch his tongue flick
my clitoris back and forth. I surprisingly came, my entire body jolted with
pleasure. But he wasn\'t through, not by
a long shot. His head dipped down to
catch all the juices that flowed from me, and his mouth licked up to my sensitive
nub, catching it between his teeth as he sucked on it loudly. I thought I was going to pass out; he was
making me come again. Needing to let go
so badly, to feel this release was more than I ever imagined - I orgasmed yet again. Goku greedily lapped up what he
could.

 

As his mouth left my drenched
orifice I hissed with disapproval. We
finally looked at each other, and it was a bit disbelieving at first at what
actually happened, but damn it felt so good.
Goku\'s mouth and chin shimmered with my juices. He licked his lips as if
he wanted more.

 

"What\'s wrong? Can\'t take anymore?" Goku asked, his
voice raspy and low. Two of his fingers entered my slick, hot passage very
slowly, stroking me like a finely tuned guitar.
"I could eat this sweet pussy of yours all day."

 

I didn\'t think Goku was
capable of making such a lewd statement; it made me even hotter. I tried to speak; but watching him finger me
was taking my breath away. He kept his
eyes on mine and increased his rhythm, moving his hands very quickly, making a
very audible sticky noise. Then he
stopped. Removing his fingers, only to stick them in his mouth, his eyes
closed, and he tasted me like cake batter.
He quickly stuck his fingers back inside to stroke me a few times and
gather up what secretions he could, to place them back in his mouth again. He kept doing this for some time, driving me
so close to yet another orgasm - but not allowing me release.

 

"Goku… please," I
begged him, and then I realized he was making me plead, the same way Vegeta
would. He chuckled low in his throat,
his mouth enclosed my clit once more, and his fingers went into overdrive. I exploded so hard that I drew my legs up
tightly against him, trapping him there.
When I finished, he peeled himself from my embrace to stand up, uniting
his sash to his gi quickly. I was so
ked ked that Goku had all at once became this willing participant in my
seduction, and it made me realize that he was just as horny as I was!

 

He pulled his pants down, and
my hand flew up to cover my mouth as I saw his erection spring out. It had to
be the second largest penis I\'ve seen, compared to Vegeta\'s. Goku grabbed his length; his eyes were
half-lidded with primal lust as he stroked himself. I dropped to my knees. Looking up into his glazed eyes, I pulled him
into my greedy mouth. his skin tasted
salty from his workout as I worked his velvety flesh in and out of my mouth. He
seemed to get more and more aroused…

 

Goku crumpled on his knees to
the floor, his hands twisting into my hair, as I placed more suction on
him.

 

"Oh… Bulma… I needed
this… I… needed... oh your hot mouth…." Goku was chanting with ragged and
short breath. I could taste the
beginnings of his release, but I didn’t want it to end this way. I immediately let him out of my mouth, and he
moaned loudly in protest. I pushed him
on his back and climbed aboard, positioning myself right above his arousal.
Slowly, I lowered myself down on him. Goku\'s eyes rolled back into his head
when he felt himself enveloped deep inside of me. It had been a while for me,
so there was some discomfort working him in, but I knew my body would get used
to it. When he was finally in, I thought
I was going to burst I felt so full.

 

With my hands planted on his
chest, I began to make oval movements on his shaft. I leaned forward as I pushed down,
stimulating my clitoris against his skin. As I pulled up on him, I gasped when
I suddenly hit my g-spot. It never
failed with this remarkable position. I rocked my hips up again, this time making
emphasis on the oval movement as I hit my g-spot again. I lost it. My insides turned into jelly as the walls of
my sex gripped Goku so tightly that he shook. I felt as if I was dreaming, the
entire time. The whole incident seemed so surreal that I nearly lost my breath
when I realized I came again, bringing me swiftly back to reality, and I felt
his hands tightly on my waist. I
shuddered with my orgasm, lying on top of him as I lost all rhythm and strength
to ride my release out.

 

Big hands suddenly grabbed my
hips, nearly covering them as he took over, raising them up and down on his
shaft steadily. I moaned into his shirt
as I felt myself slip again. My juices ran all over him as he grunted with each
powerful thrust. He gripped my hips
tighter as he began to tremble, and I knew he was about to come. He groaned; the tempo of his hands lifting me
increased as his hips rocked into mine.

 

"I needed… oh gosh,
Bulma… you sweet, hot… ugh…” Goku choked out. He began spurting his hot seed
deep inside me, shivering with his orgasm, and he pulled me closer to him, as
if fearing the feeling would disappear in an instant if I moved. He gripped my hips tighter as he made quick,
penetrating hunches into me. He was
trying to hold onto that feeling as long as he could, and so was I.

 

At some point I passed out,
only to wake up a few seconds later hearing Goku\'s ragged breath, and the
beating of his heart. His shoulders
seemed to shake, and when I raised my head up to look at him, I noticed he was
crying. Panic swept through me - I
thought that he was feeling guilty about what we did. It made me suddenly
nauseous. He looked at me, wiping his
cheeks as sighed deeply.

 

"I never imagined it
could be that good," Goku
finally said, his hand brushing the stray hair out of my face. I was so relieved he was not upset at having
sex with me; so I smiled back at him.
"That was stupid thing to say, wasn\'t it?"

 

"No… never," I
assured him, my hand swirling a lock of his black hair. "I guess it\'s been a while for both of
us."

 

Goku never replied to that,
and he laid his forearm over his eyes as he sighed again. He removed his arm
and looked at me gravely, his tone dead serious. "Are you on anything? I didn\'t mean to, you know… inside
you."

 

"Everything\'s okay Goku,
I\'m on the pill." I replied with a
laugh. He gave a small smile back, and
looked around the room. "Well I
guess we\'ve made a mess of ourselves, huh?"

 

"Yeah… we should get
cleaned up," Goku suggested, and I slowly removed myself from off of him,
hissing at the displeasure of having him not inside me. When I stood, my legs felt like rubber and I
ached from being expertly stretched by Goku\'s size. He laughed at my hobble up the stairs, and I
just turned and gave him a smoldering glare. This was obviously the hint for
him to follow, because he pulled his pants up quickly and tagged along. Once we got to my bedroom, I closed the door
behind us and Goku placed both hands against the door, trapping me in between
them. He drew his face close to mine,
and I felt dizzy from our proximity, the feeling of his hot breath against my
skin was making me wet again.

 

"Can I… kiss
you?" Goku breathed, his lips
barely touching mine. I suddenly felt
unable to speak, and I gave a small, shaky nod.
His tongue slid sensually across my bottom lip, and I felt my knees
buckle. He drew back slowly, looking
down at my open mouth with his dark, wanting eyes as his smile curled
mischievously across his face. He
lowered his head again, and we kissed for the first time. His mouth was sweet, and I tasted myself as
he slipped his tongue across mine. I
felt his hands wrap around my waist, and my arms wrapped around his strong
neck, drawing him closer to me. His
tongue danced around in my mouth, stroking my tongue lovingly. We broke the kiss after a few minutes, only
to catch our breath. Goku let out a
small moan, his forehead lying on my shoulder, his hips pressed against mine,
and I felt his erection. I didn\'t want
him taking me against my bedroom door, so I pressed a hand on his chest,
pushing him back so he could look at me.


 

"Goku… I need a
shower," I said softly as I smiled at him.
"You can join me, but you have to be good."

 

"Oh yeah!" Goku
beamed as he let go of me, stripping as he ran into the bathroom. I hobbled in just as a now naked Goku turned
on the water in the shower stall, the steam already lifting up to the
ceiling. My eyes fell on his naked body,
and even though I had seen Goku naked thousands of times, this was
different. His body, so finely trim and
covered with muscles, reminded of the finely sculptured statues I once seen in
a museum. He was absolutely
perfect. He turned around, smiling
warmly at me as he placed his hands on his hips, proudly sporting his huge
erection, the head bulbous with its dusky red hue. "Are you going to get
undressed, or stare at my behind all day?"


 

I laughed and nervously began
to pull the remainder of my clothing off.
Goku stood in absolute silence, watching me as I uncovered parts of my
body he had never seen before. When I
stepped out of my skirt, his eyes zeroed in on the little patch of hair that
remained from my waxing, and I saw a smirk curl up on his face. Maybe he was recounting what we had done, as
he licked his lips? When I pulled my
shirt over my head, I forgot that since I was breastfeeding my breast probably
looked enormous to him. I tossed the
shirt aside, and rung my hands with uneasiness as I saw Goku eyes widen when he
stared at my breasts.

 

"Damn Bulma," Goku
said with wonder in his voice. "You
have the most beautiful breasts!" Before I could answer, Goku walked over
to me, grabbed one breast in is hand and licked the nipple normal\'>very deliberately, almost causing my legs to give out from up under
me. I had to admit, Goku had a very
skilled tongue, which he had demonstrated to me earlier in the living
room. He didn\'t just suck on my nipples;
he licked them in slow, penetrating strokes before lightly blowing across them,
making me whimper. I felt the telltale pinprick of my milk coming in as the
skin over my nipples contracted, bringing me back to my senses. I rubbed Goku\'s
shoulder softly as I tried to remind him about the reason we were in the
bathroom.

 

"Ah… Goku…" I
rasped out, biting my lip as I focused on what I need to say. "The… shower…"

 

"Oh," Goku seemed
to whine as he raised his head, licking his lips slowly. "Sorry.
Well let\'s get in."

 

Goku stepped in first,
letting the water pelt his face and hair.
It was odd seeing his spiky black mane pushed back, but it wasn\'t long
enough to touch his shoulders. I stood
behind him, admiring his perfect ass while patiently waiting to stand under the
showerhead. I watched the muscles in his
back flex and pull as he grabbed the pink poof and body wash from the shower
caddy. He placed a huge amount of soap
on the poof, and worked up a good lather as he turned around to face me. He smiled, rubbing the poof across his chest
as he motioned for me to switch places with him. I moved in front of him, our bodies brushing
against each other as I made my way to drench myself with the hot water that
rained from the showerhead.

 

My hands rose up towards the
water\'s path, and I closed my eyes has I felt the water cover me
sensually. I ran my hand in my hair,
smoothing it back as I savored the moment.
I let out a long, satisfied sigh as I stood there, gradually feeling my
body relax. My eyes snapped open when I
felt Goku\'s hands on my thighs.

 

I looked down to see Goku\'s
huge soapy hands moving across my skin.
They slid up my waist, then across my stomach in small circles. I felt
Goku\'s mouth on my shoulder and this hard body pressing into me. It felt so damn good, and I pushed my rear
end into him, loving the way his erection jutted and nudged between the c
of
of my hips. His soapy hands captured my
ripe breasts, giving them a playful squeeze.
I leaned my head back, it resting on Goku\'s shoulder as my mouth found
his, and we kissed fiercely.

 

He let go one of my breasts,
and I protested until I felt his hand move downward between my legs. Instinctively
my thighs parted for his deft fingers to invade me yet again, and he broke the
kiss with a chuckle.

 

"You like spreading your
legs for me, don’t you Bulma Briefs?"
Goku said with his vulgarly hot tongue dipping into my ear. He didn\'t give me a chance to answer as two
fingers plunged deep inside me, jolting me with pleasure so intensely I rose up
on my toes. He chuckled wickedly in his
throat, and for a moment I thought it was actually Vegeta who was in the shower
with me. His mouth was so close to my
ear as he sneered, "Of course you do… your pussy needed me, didn\'t
it?"

 

My mind was spinning with his
crude question. I was stunned that this was sweet Goku talking to me like this
- and it made me wetter and hornier for
him than I could ever imagine. My
hips rocked up to his fingers as he pumped them in and out of me quickly. Each
time I tried to give him my answer, he sped up, getting me close to coming -
but not quite.

 

"That style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>was a rhetorical question," Goku
said plainly, his thumb now finding the hood of my clitoris, rubbing it in
circular motions as he continued his torture.
"But I can tell you… I\'ve dreamed of fucking you for years
Bulma. Fucking you, sucking you… making
you come over and over."

 

I couldn\'t believe what I was
hearing. All this time, Goku had this
secret, passionate fetish about me, and I didn\'t even notice it? What he was saying and doing was happening
all at once and I couldn\'t think straight as I crested sharply into orgasm
again; my body trembling like a leaf. His
other arm came around my waist, pulling me close to him as he finished me off,
enjoying every minute of it. My legs
felt like they were jell-o as I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and I
felt his body weight lean forward, like he was trying to bend me over. I came out of my post-orgasmic daze feeling
his shaft poking me between my buttocks, trying desperately to find refuge.

 

"That\'s it… bend right
over for me," Goku hissed, his hands shaking as he slid his length up and
down my wanton opening. "It\'s so
hot and tight… so ready for me…” Goku grunted as he pushed himself deep inside
me, and I reached out to grab hold of the shower handle to give myself
support. He was relentless with his
thrusting, and I loved it. I arched my
back, opening myself wider for him as he pounded away, his hands holding my
hips apart so he could lewdly watch himself. The sound of his wet, hard body
slapping violently against my ass was music to my ears. And the position was so delicious; he
reached depths inside me that longed to be roused and woken. Occasionally he pressed his thumb into my
anus slowly, making me swoon. I never knew I would get so turned on with
someone touching me there! I knew I wouldn\'t last much longer as I suddenly
began to feel my head and stomach swell with the beginning effects of my
release. I gasped when I did, and I came
three more times before Goku followed suit, never realizing I was now on my
elbows and knees on the shower floor, my rump in the air unceremoniously. Goku was on top of me, slowly recovering
with his shallow breaths. I was totally
speechless; and to think that he was capable of pleasing me the same way as, or
even better than Vegeta has made me grasp that this was a Saiyan thing, for
sure. I hated to compare; but they both
seemed to last longer than any man I\'ve ever been with, and that was only
Yamcha!

 

Kissing my back, he slowly
pulled out of me, moaning to his displeasure.
He stood, helped me up and we resumed our shower. He was so sweet as he bathed me, humming
happily as he smiled at me with those big onyx eyes. He spent a long time soaping my huge breasts,
tweaking the nipples playfully. I loved
it, but I knew it was heading for another round that I was just not up for. I
felt so sleepy. He noticed I was quiet,
so he quickly lathered up, rinsed us both down and carried me out of the shower
stall. He dried me off, not leaving one
inch of me wet, as he patted down with the fluffy white towel.

 

"Did you want to stay in
my room?" I finally spoke, and he looked up at me, as he was towel drying
his hair.

 

"I\'d like to," Goku
answered, now drying his arms and chest.
"I know you\'re tired, so I won\'t try anything."

 

"I am sleepy…
thanks." I made my way into my
bedroom, my thighs throbbing with the after effects of our bout in the
shower. I sat down at my vanity to brush
my hair, relieved that it\'s now straight and manageable. Goku walked in, flopped across my bed on his
back, his hands behind his head. I
watched him in the refection of the mirror as he crossed his legs, staring up
at the ceiling as he began to hum.

 

I finally joined him, both of
us as naked as the day we were born as I pulled the thick down comforter over
us. He wiggled over to me, giving me a
huge hug as he kissed my forehead.

 

"Man, Bulma… I feel
great!" Goku beamed, giving me a
quick kiss. He turned, lying on his back as I laid my head on his chest. As I turned off the light, his arms came
around me, rubbing my shoulders while our legs entangled ourselves under the
comforter. Right at that moment I felt safe, satisfied, and happy again. Sleep was overtaking me, and I sighed deeply,
preparing myself for some well-deserved rest.
But as soon as I my eyes closed, Goku woke me with a sober confession.

::continued in next chapter::