Our Little Secret

She had no idea for new inventions to work on, no work to do. Her “mate” was training again. Her son was running the family business by himself for the first time, but she had trained him well, and he hadn’t called yet with any dire problems. And her daughter was out with Chi–Chi, Pan and Videl, shopping.

She wased oed out of her mind. She needed some distraction… if only someone would call… Just then, as if by magic, the phone rang. Bulma nearly jumped out of her skin. She fumbled with her cell phone and almost shouted into it.

“Mushi mushi?”

“Well good day to you too, Bulma. I guess you’re busy…” A cool detached voice said into her ear.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Juuhachi! I was just startled! How are you?” Bulma laughed. Juu chuckled in her cool quiet voice. She never had much emotion in her voice or even in her face for that matter. But to her friends, she was easy to read, and they could see her feelings without any difficulties.

“I’m kidding, Bulma. Hey are you busy though?”

“No! I’m sooo bored! Why?” She asked, hopeful that Juu had an idea for some amusement. She wasn’t disappointed.

“Well, Kame–sen’nin and Kurilin are off training, and Marron went with Chi–Chi and Videl to go shopping. And they said something about Bra taking them to Paris?” Bulma grimaced at this, but she could afford it readily enough. She made a mental note to talk to Bra about her impulse shopping.

“Any way, I thought it would be nice to have the Kame House to myself, but I’m bored too. Want to come over for a few days?” Bulma grinned into her phone.

“Would I? Yes, that would be great! Trunks needs to get more experience as President, and Vegeta shouldn’t mind. Yeah, I’ll be there shortly.” They said good–bye and hung up.

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Two hours later, Bulma landed her aircar on the tiny island that Master Roshi, Kurilin, Marron and Juuhachi-gou called home. The small house was really not sufficient for all of them, and Kurilin was trying to find a new home for his family, but for now, it was all right. Bulma grinned at the familiar sight of the pink clapboards and the word “Kame” in huge red letters on the house.

Juuhachi emerged from the house, a tiny smile on her face. It was the hugest of compliments for her to smile even this wide, so Bulma felt privileged. She gave the other woman a hug, and they brought her bag inside.

“You ought to change soon, it’s getting very hot during the day.” Juu said. “I’m going to change too, you should see this little bikini Kurilin got for me!” She chuckled as she left the room. After she unpacked, Bulma took her advice and began to change into her own blue bikini, which matched her eyes in color. She turned and found that Juu was watching her, a strange look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to watch you…” She said. Bulma blinked; it seemed like Juu wanted to say something else, but didn’t. Then the moment was past, and they went out to lie in the sun. Juu’s bikini was just as tiny as she’d claimed, and Bulma’s wasn’t much bigger. They sat in lounge chairs, and chatted lazily about their children and their husbands, and about other little things. Finally, Bulma drifted off, and slept in the sun for a while. Later, Juu woke her.

“Oh, Bulma, your back! I shut down for a bit, and now you’re burnt!” Bulma grimaced, and stood slowly. It wasn’t that bad, but she was hot, and her skin felt tight. Juuhachi helped her inside, and went for some balm for Bulma’s back, which they kept in the refrigerator. It was very cool on Bulma’s shoulders as Juu spread it over her skin.

“I really am sorry, Bulma, I should have set my internal timer for less time. I don’t burn, but true human skin does, and you’re so fair skinned!” Her voice seemed very agitated, and Bulma laughed to ease her worry.

“Oh, it will tan soon enough, don’t worry!” Juu sighed at that.

“Well, you need to get out of that bikini, and I’ll finish with the balm, all right?” Her voice was tight and Bulma was nervous about being naked before someone else, but she stood and pulled off the tiny pieces of fabric. As she rested on her face again, she felt Juu’s cool fingers on the backs of her legs, spreading the salve higher up her thighs. Her touch was soothing, and surprisingly gentle. Bulma relaxed, and sighed.

It was hard to believe that this woman, her friend, was a cyborg who could kill her without even trying. Her fingers were warm and soft on Bulma’s hurt skin, and you’d never be able to tell she had a metal body under that flesh. Now Juu’s fingers were smoothing up her upper thighs, to the crease at the bottom of her buttocks; but her touch was so gentle, that Bulma didn’t even feel embarrassed any more. “Bulma, you are in great shape for your age; how old are you now anywayulmaulma laughed.

“You wouldn’t believe it… I’m forty–seven, and Trunks is seventeen!” She laughed. Juu sucked in her breath in a human show of surprise.

“You’re correct, I don’t believe it!” Her voice was more animated than Bulma had ever heard it before. “I don’t even know how old I am, to be honest… I age as slowly as the Saiyans seem to be.” Bulma sighed at the thought of her ever-youthful mate, and even Goku still looked about twenty–five, maybe thirty.

“Yeah, but I feel for poor Chi–Chi. She’s younger that I am, but she looks older by many years.” Bulma said, her voice dreamy. Juu had moved up to her back again, and was moving over her sides, firm enough not to tickle, but gently still too. She peeked over her shoulder at the other woman, and saw that her cheeks were flushed.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked. Juu shook her head.

“I… I’m fine. There, did I miss any spots?” She leaned back, and Bulma felt cold suddenly. She nodded.

“My upper arms feel hot too…” Juu smeared more of the salve onto her hands, and worked on Bulma’s upper arms, and moved back to her shoulders. It felt so wonderful, Bulma hadn’t had a massage in a while, and Juu was strong and gentle too. She relaxed more, and felt Juu’s fingers move down her sides, brushing the sides of her breasts as she went. It felt nice too, and she felt funny, like she wanted to go find Vegeta and “spar” a little!

“Bulma, have you ever slept with anyone other than Vegeta?” Juu asked out of the blue. Bulma should have been shocked, but as Juu kept massaging her, she couldn’t think clearly. She made a humming noise in her throat.

“I… Swear not to tell? Yamcha and I were lovers since we eighteen, right up until Vegeta and I got involved. And I once wanted to sleep with Goku! No really, I was a power level junkie. But, Vegeta is more than enough man for me now,” She admitted. She felt odd, revealing her secrets to Juuhachi–gou of all people. But why not? No one would be hurt now, even if she did tell…

“I see. But, I meant women, Bulma. Have you ever slept with a woman before?” Her voice was so quiet, Bulma felt the words through her hands on her back, more than heard them. She blushed bright red.

“I… no… I never was with a woman… how about you?” She squeaked. Juu chuckled deep in her throat.

“I don’t know… I think so, before that is…” Her hands felt very intimate suddenly, and Bulma wondered if her friend was hitting on her.

“I just know I find men and women attractive too, and I dream sometimes about women… I haven’t told Kurilin, because he is still so insecure. He still can’t believe that I love him, but I do.” Her voice became tender, sweeter than Bulma had ever heit bit before.

“I guess we all have wondered about it… but no, I haven’t been with a woman before.” Juu sat back and sighed.

“I was just wondering. I wanted to ask someone, but I couldn’t ask Chi–Chi, and Ranchi is so innocent; Kushami might be willing to talk about it, but she’d blab to Tenshinhan, so she wasn’t an option really. So, I knew I could talk to you about it. You aren’t gonna get all weird on me are you, Bulma?” She looked at Bulma, and she took her hand.

“No, of course not. That’s what friends are for, right? If you can’t talk to your friends, what good are they?” Bulma said brightly. She didn’t care about bi–sexuality, not even in her friends. Vegeta might freak out if Trunks turned up gay, but she didn’t really think she had to worry about that. And he didn’t care one whit for Juu either way.

“Yeah. Hey, are you hungry? There are hot dogs in the fridge; we can barbeque on the beach. I’ll even eat something, what do you say?” Her voice was cheerful, but it seemed forced. Bulma chose to ignore it, and smiled.

“Sure, let’s do it now, I’m starved… Got any salad?”

After lunch, they cleaned up, and they sat on the porch, watching the dolphins jumping off shore. Bulma missed her family just a little, but she was also enjoying her "time off" and was happy nonetheless. Juu expressed the same feeling, and they laughed.

“Kurilin didn’t want to go, but I made him, and then felt like I’d go nuts without someone here. I’m glad you came, Bulma.” She was more at ease now, and they sat side by side on the porch swing. Bulma sipped at her drink, a nice little number that Juu whipped up in the blender.

“What is this? It’s so nice…”

“Oh, it’s a sort of Fuzzy Navel, only with fresh juice, and grenadine, whipped up. Like it?” Juu said slowly. Alcohol didn’t affect her at all, but she seemed very relaxed nonetheless. Bulma nodded and sighed. It was really so nice here, she felt a little jealous of Juu, that she was here everyday. Juu poured more of the drink into Bulma’s glass, and Bulma giggled.

“Hey, I’ll get drunk! It’s too early to be drunk, don’t you think?” Juuhachi smiled a full, wicked smile at this.

“It’s a lovely day for it, I think. Besides, I’m the only one who’ll see you drunk, and I don’t mind.” Bulma laughed and raised her drink in a salute.

“You have a point there, dear Juu–chan! Drink with me, even if you don’t feel it!” They drank their glasses dry, and Juu made more, a lot more, so she could sit with Bulma for a while without going to the kitchen. Soon Bulma was indeed tipsy. She lounged in her chair, legs dangling over the arm, smiling in a silly lopsided way. Juu walked over to her, smiling as well.

“Hey, you Ok?” She asked, kneeling beside her. Bulma nodded, and wondered at the intense look in Juu’s eyes. The look was explained when Juu took Bulma’s glass and set it down, then leaned forward and kissed Bulma’s lips softly. Bulma was surprised at how nice it was, as Juu leaned closer, her soft lips opening her mouth so their tongues could meet. Juu held Bulma’s head as she explored her mouth, slowly and sensuously, making Bulma feel a rush of desire like she’d not felt in years. She kissed back, slowly putting her hand on Juu’s hip, and feeling the other woman’s breasts press against hers.

Bulma finally had to break the kiss, as she needed to breathe. She panted lightly, and looked into Juuhachi–gou’s eyes, curious, but not afraid. Juu stood and held out her hand, and led Bulma upstairs to the room she shared with Krillin. Bulma stood as Juu untied the bikini she wore, and revealed her body, flawless and eternally young. Bulma was surprised at the desire she felt as she watched the other woman, as she felt Juu undress her. This was so unexpected, so fast, but she felt good, and beautiful as Juu touched her, rested her hands on Bulma’s waist.

“Ah, I wanted this for so long… are you scared, Bulma?” Juu whispered. She smiled quite broadly when Bulma shook her head, and slowly moved her hands up Bulma’s body, pulling her close and kissing her eyes to close them. “I want to touch you, just let yourself feel…” Bulma let her eyes stay closed, and felt Juu stroke her breasts, lift them slightly as if feeling their weight. She gasped as she felt Juu pinch her nipples, and then her hands slid back down her ribs. She moved closer, and pulled Bulma against her, moving to cup her rear, forcing their bodies together.

The feel of Juu’s slender body, her taught breasts and the soft hair between her legs sent a jolt through Bulma. She took Juu’s shoulders in her hands, and pressed herself closer to her. Juuhachi made a pleased noise in her throat, and kissed Bulma again. Bulma didn’t notice when Juu lifted them into the air, but felt the bed beneath them. Juu’s hands slid lower down Bulma’s legs, and lifted them as she spread them open. She settled herself between them and ground her hips against Bulma’s spread opening.

Bulma wasn’t thinking anymore, she had surrendered totally to sensation. She grabbed Juuhachi’s hips and ground back, feeling pleasure from their contact, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, and she whimpered in frustration. Juu pulled back and kissed her way down Bulma’s chest, then took a nipple into her hot mouth. Bulma gasped and writhed under her. Her nails dug into the other woman’s hips, and she tilted her hips as if asking for something to penetrate her.

Juu seemed to read her mind and slid her fingers over the wet hungry flesh, teasing the tiny clitoris before siding two fingers into her body. Bulma hissed and arched into her hand, as Juu pumped her fingers in and out of Bulma, rubbing her thumb against the tiny seat of pleasure at the same time.

Bulma was mindless with her enjoyment, and moaned wildly under Juu’s ministrations. Suddenly she saw a bright flash, and screamed. Juu jerked away in surprise, and then smiled as she saw Bulma panting under her, chest and face red from her orgasm. “That was a nice beginning…” She purred, and licked the honey from her fingers. Bulma seemed to have passed out, but Juu knew how to wake her. She went back to caressing her body, touching her breasts and stroking her thighs, as slowly, Bulma came back to herself. “Like that?” Juu asked, and Bulma smiled. She sat up and leaned over Juu, kissing her and pushing her back. Now Bulma was the one exploring, touching and kissing Juu with desire and curiosity. Juu’s breasts were smaller than her own, but beautifully formed, and her hips were narrow, like a girls. She smelled sweet too, like flowers.

Bulma spread her legs, wanting to see her. The soft pink flesh was very pretty, very beautiful to her, and she dropped off the bed to taste her. Juu sucked her breath between her teeth as she felt Bulma’s cool tongue roll over her wet folds. She clutched the covers as Bulma teased her, flicking her clitoris with her tongue and then sinking it inside her hot tunnel. She drew out the juices there, and then moved back to the clitoris, and pushed her fingers into Juu as she had done to Bulma. Juu cried out as she felt her body twitch under the motions of Bulma’s fingers and mouth.

“No, wait, come up here…” She moaned. When she complied, Juu rolled her onto her back and then moved over her in the classic sixty-nine position. They slowly enjoyed each other’s tongues and fingers, working themselves into a frenzy. Bulma worked at Juu with ferocity, trying to bring her to orgasm, while Juu was more leisurely with Bulma, teasing her.

Finally Juu couldn’ke ike it, and rolled off Bulma, letting the other woman finish her off. She spread her body wide open, and felt Bulma’s mouth on her again, as she buried her fingers into Juu and nipped her sharply. Juu moaned loudly, her blonde hair in her eyes as she arched her back. She shuddered and squeezed Bulma’s hand between her thighs as she climaxed, shuddering and falling into darkness.

They lay together, Bulma cuddled up to Juu’s side. The breeze was warm, soothing on their s hot hot skin. Bulma felt no shame for her actions, and was a little surprised at this. She didn’t really care to think about it, except to hope for more of the same later. She looked at Juuhachi as she lay with her almond shaped eyes closed. She slowly caressed the soft skin, and was rewarded with a smile. "Ahhh, that was so nice… wasn’t it?’ She opened one eye. Bulma smiled tenderly at her.

“Yes it was. Very nice. No pressure, just pure enjoyment.” Juu nodded and closed her eyes again.

“But not just this once, I hope.” Juu’s voice was tight with nervousness.

“No. No, not this once. As long as you want it, I’ll want it.”

“I want it… I needed a new secret to keep in my heart… One for me…”

“For us, Juu. It’s our little secret, now…” They both smiled at the thought, and slowly drifted to sleep in the afternoon sun…

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HimeAndi/KamiSama51 does not claim ownership of any of the characters, plotlines, places or items mentioned in the preceding work. Any and all similarities to any person, living or dead is coincidental.

DragonBallZ created by Akira Toriyama 1982